The Savior vs. The Demon

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

That was what filled the clearing.

People didn't try to hurt me, but simply not because of my words. Rather, because of the fact that the man before me didn't strike back.

"I'll ask again," My tone was cold as ice, "Why did you kill him?"

His reply was blunt, "Because he was too weak."

Weak?

"The fuck kind of excuse is that?!"

"The world we live in has no room for the weak. Only the strong matter."

I clenched my teeth. "Are you the so called "strong"?"

His hand flickered with electricity, and he stared at me without any actual care, "Yes."

"So this is what you do with your strength? Waste your time killing off the weak to make you feel stronger than all the others?"

"It's not a waste, Jonathan, it's an example."

"An example? You mean like the one you set for me when you lived with us?"

He gave me a glare, "That time was different."

"I beg to freaking differ," I waved my hands out at everyone watching, with steadily increasing interest, "You always told me that people who pick on the weak are worthless trash! What the hell happened to that philosophy Cole?!"

"That philosophy died when I learned about the way the real world was and how power was the only thing that decided anything."

I looked at him hard, seeing his now blank expression, "Did Trish agree with that philosophy?"

Cole eyes widened for a split second, then returned to the blank expression again. "Leave her out of this."

"Why should I? I don't take orders from trash." I spit his own words back at him. "I can't believe I used to admire you… guess that terrorist act went to your damn head."

"You've become quite the smart ass prick over the years, haven't you?"

"Look who's talking. You say you're the strongest. Just how strong do you think you are?"

"A hell of a lot stronger than you."

"Oh? But aren't you the one who flinched when I attacked you? You'd think if you were a hell of a lot stronger than me that you wouldn't –"

I never finished that sentence. He raised his closed fist towards me while I was talking, and flicked his pointer finger at me.

A force, of which had a sort of punch 100 times stronger than any other punches I'd felt in the past combined, threw me sailing across the air, hitting the hard ground and leaving my bearings scattered miles apart.

"That was your first – and last – warning." I barely made out Cole's words as he said them, as I coughed up blood from the hit he threw.

My body was laying on the ground still, my back facing Cole.

Slowly, I regained my bearings, and I got back on my feet, albeit the fact that I almost fell back face-first on the ground.

Breathing rugged breath, I glared back at Cole defiantly, despite my seeing three at once, and he noticed my expression, making him start to chuckle.

"You want more little brother? Then let's go." He smirked, spreading his feet slightly.

I was seeing red in that moment, and I acted without thinking. My body, seemingly acting on its own, made my arm whip to the side, water latching onto it like a magnet, and then pull back my palm as if I were a human bazooka trying to boost their rocket's speed.

I roughly pushed the air at Cole, and he seemed extremely surprised by my action, but didn't move as a force field of some kind appeared above his hand as he raised it at my projectile.

It stopped instantly, disintegrating into thin air with several droplets falling uselessly to the ground.

He raised his hand, whipping the shield away and stared at me for a short moment, before pulling back his own hand, thrusting it into the air as electricity sparked off it and seemed to create a ball of crimson energy, making it hurdle itself straight towards me.

Time seemed to slow down, what I had to do blatantly obvious. My heartbeat seemed louder than usual as the sounds of the outside world faded away. It inched closer, and when it was only a few yards away, I rolled out of its path of destruction, getting quickly onto my feet again, only to be thrown through the air as the ball made contact with a tree behind me, creating a flaming trunk fire that miraculously didn't spread… at least immediately.

It made us all give off a slight fiery orange glow on our skin, and as I gazed at Cole, my eyes widened as I saw how he looked.

His black eyes seemed to be replaced by a burning blood red crimson for a split-second, and Cole saw my expression.

"You…" I stumbled back on my feet, the searing pain that came from my falls and his attacks forgotten. "You were the one who did everything… you destroyed my home… our home…"

He gave no sign of having heard me, but the way his eyes flickered showed me he had.

"You dick…" I clenched my teeth, running towards him, arms spread out as I charged him, two large balls of water coming from behind him. I slapped my hands together forcefully, and finally started spinning before letting it all out in one thrust.

The result was a whirlpool flying at him, in the shape of a curved disk.

He was taken aback by my sudden water source, but then took two steps back before jumping right at it.

I thought he was an idiot for trying that, but that was when I noticed he had flames and oil suddenly covering him, the oil keeping him momentarily on fire, in the shape of a bird.

He, for a few seconds, flew like a phoenix on fire and flew right through, or maybe into, my whirlpool, his attack making him give off a very small explosion before bursting him out of the whirlpool, and his attack, unscathed, making the water from the whirlpool disintegrate like before. It was then that I noticed the moderately sized lake there, and I nodded to myself at the idea that formed.

I was never much of a dancer.

Hell, barely anyone in our family even knew how to dance decently.

But I tried something similar to it.

I pushed both of my hands forward, pulling it back slowly.

A large, long tendril appeared from the lake, and it steadied itself before I clenched my hand, punching the air. It reacted to my action, pulling back simultaneously with the clenching of my fist. When I punched, to which Cole was wondering what the heck I was doing, it seemed to lock onto its prey, like a snake, and lunged.

It crashed into him without a shield forming, and he gave a cry of pain, despite his obvious (and tragically failed) attempt at hiding his pain.

I pulled my other hand back, as the first tendril had run out of its precious water, and did the same motion. Cole couldn't do anything for the second one, for his powers seemed to be going haywire because he was wet. The second tendril that crashed right into him made his own situation worse.

My long and dim shadow seemed to reflect everywhere from how much light Cole had been emanating from him, and he swayed slightly, almost losing his balance.

I charged him again, sprinting with a furious gleam in my eyes, the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my loose hair swiftly hopping from my hair.

I knew, deep down, that what I was trying was very stupid.

However, I do point out that I was not even thinking of the situation at hand, only listening to what my body told me to do, of which seemingly brought severely good results on my part.

Cole saw me, and as I pulled back my fist back, he scowled. As I threw the punch that wanted to hit his skull, I expected it to hit its mark.

Instead, what my body said not only backfired, but it SEVERELY screwed me over!

Cole's hand, quick and strong, whipped up and grabbed my hand tightly. I could barely register this, and just began thinking 'Oh sh...' when he came up, his face alit with a smirk. He grabbed my elbow, throwing my body around as if I were a rag doll. As I flipped over his head, he put the hand that held my elbow on my stomach, pushing slightly with electricity pouring out.

I felt myself flying from another one of his sense rattling blasts, and I ended up skidding right towards the rim of the lake. My bearings were everywhere now, and the only thing I knew was that those blasts were a hell of a lot worse up close than from a distance.

As I quickly regained my bearings, I saw Cole's arms encased with fiery orange electricity, the clear sky suddenly turning cloudy.

I watched in awe and horror as I saw that he was changing the weather without much difficulty, and I had a feeling that if I didn't make a move fast, I'd be a charred and burned up corpse in two seconds flat.

Desperate, I turned to the water, hoping it would aid me. I only got a moderately sized (at least compared to the other two) tendril at my disposal before lightning struck down on the lake, and I was forced to stop when I saw I'd be gravely electrocuted otherwise.

As I looked back up at the sky, I saw a blinding flash of lightning come down upon me, and I ended up using the tendril as a conductive shield against it. For some reason, he was able to do two lightning strikes at once, and I saw the other slowly edged closer to me. The lightning bolt on me was significantly smaller, or maybe thinner for better description. The other one was about 5 times that one's size.

I knew I'd be screwed if both went on me.

I did my best to make it hold out, but the water, once again, was disintegrating.

"Damn it… damn it!" I clenched my eyes shut, bracing myself to meet Death in the face when –

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" A girl's voice let out in an earsplitting scream.

There was a flash of light and the lightning suddenly stopped crashing down, both on and off me, and I stared with eyes wide as plates at the fact that Cole had listened to her.

I looked over to see that Cole was on his knees, much more obviously in a shocked pain, and I looked in the direction of the speaker, not believing my eyes.

Light came off of her hands, and her brown hair and eyes were young yet ablaze with open fury.

The girl I saved in that storm… the exact same one with amnesia and who thought I was her father… had just brought my twisted brother to his knees…