Summary: Continuation of Rise of the Hell Lords---
Just minutes after the battle against Hell Modeus ends, the Triforce Team discuss what they should do next in their quest to destroy the evil army of Hell. They decide to go back to Earth, and it is there that they meet a warrior with something unbelievable; a fifth piece of the Triforce...is he friend? or foe?....
Categories: Fan Fiction Characters: Zelda, Link (OoT & MM), Impa
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 22 Completed: Yes
Word count: 53484 Read: 58320
Published: Jul 14, 2004 Updated: Dec 12, 2004
The Separation of the Two Evils by BOEG
Chapter Four: The Separation of the Two Evils
“They are still at the castle…the Triforce Team…the next sunrise when they leave would be a perfect chance to strike,” Ganon said with a grim smile, the fires lighting his green skinned face.
“Master, do you think maybe you should…focus on a bit more than simply killing them?” Agahnim asked, appearing slowly from the shadow.
“I will tell you when I need your advice, wizard. Silence yourself now. Tomorrow I shall strike, killing them all,” Ganon said, ending the argument before it began.
“Wake up!” a voice rang out.
“Ugh…why’s it so damn cold?” Jet asked, not moving in the least.
“Just get up,” the voice ordered. A loud splash was the next thing her heard, followed by the feeling of cold water all over his body. It was not a clean water, this he could tell from the rank scent alone, and the feeling of grime that was upon his skin. His eyes flew open, and he saw a cold, wet road. He was slightly elevated from the road, apparently on a sidewalk. He rolled onto his back, not surprised to see it was Kenji who stirred him from his sleep.
He was different though, not calm and collected as he normally was, but tense. His tunic was tattered, and blood ran from wounds that he was desperately trying to cover. He held his long blade in his hand tightly, almost as if the moment he let go of it something would cease him into the shadows. His black eyes shifted around nervously, and for the first time, Jet sensed that Kenji wasn’t completely in touch with his surroundings.
The source of the water was made clear; a large puddle was next to the sidewalk, and Kenji stood in the middle of it. Jet took this opportunity to examine the surroundings, and found that he was in a large town, a church looming in the sky, large bell atop the highest point of the aged stone building. The rest of the town had modern buildings, houses that were normal enough upon first glance, but frighteningly odd upon closer examination.
Houses with blood painted upon the door, grisly messages upon the old wooden doors and the white painted brick walls. Jet could not read most of the messages, nearly all of them in Spanish or Japanese, some in the Black Beyuntanian language. Of the few that he could make out on the oddly unsettling buildings he read things such as “Give us the living” and “The streets will be washed with your blood.”
The entire town was bathed in a blue hue, dark clouds covering the entire sky, the sunlight gone from the deathly empty town. The bloody messages were obviously new, as the words ran down to the old rotted wooden porches. Jet had no idea what was going on, or where he even was, but fear was quickly overtaking his body.
“Kenji…where are we?” Jet asked.
“An old town,” Kenji answered, looking straight at Jet. His gaze was piercing, but Jet slowly realized he wasn’t staring at Jet; no, he was staring straight past him. Jet turned very slowly, almost afraid to see what lurked behind him. He was relieved in this moment. A small black car slowly made its way down the long empty road, and a smile crossed Jet’s face.
“Ah… finally a hint of civilization,” Jet said, relief in his voice.
“No….get down, to the side, behind that bush. Quick!” Kenji ordered. He almost pushed Jet to the ground, and the two crawled behind the thick bush near to the house behind them with haste. The car slowly drove by, and a man pounded desperately on the steering wheel, wishing his car wasn’t nearly out of gas.
“What’s his deal?” Jet asked.
“He is saddened…for he will not make it through the night,” Kenji answered.
“What….do you mean?” Jet asked, frightened again.
“They will do what they will with him,” Kenji answered.
“Who?” Jet asked.
“Shh….quiet for now,” Kenji ordered. Jet obeyed. A small candle lit the shadow in the dark window of the house behind Jet and Kenji. They did not notice the light and the presence of other life until it was too late. The window crashed open, a sinewy hand thrashing about wildly, an inhuman moan filling the air.
“What the fuck is that?!” Jet asked, desperation in his voice.
“All I can tell you right now is you are lucky that you still have your weapons, now come on!” Kenji ordered. Jet slowly unsheathed his handcrafted sword, and the two quickly made their way around the bush out into the open air once more. The whole abandoned town was frightening as it was, but now that Jet knew they weren’t alone it scared him all the more.
“Run…now….follow behind me, but keep up,” Kenji ordered. He began running, his boots splashing on the puddles, cold dirty water flying into the air with every step he took, his tattered tunic flying in the air behind him. Jet tried to keep up as best as he could, but he had not been forced to run this fast in quite some time. The silent horror the houses in the town had carried came alive now, mysterious shadows shifting behind curtains, red eyes blinking in darkness, claws flying through walls of brick, demonic groans of pain and anger louder than a siren.
Cold rain began to drop from the black clouds, and soon, the streets shined with dampness as dark rain fell from the sky of the macabre town. The rain continued to fall, growing to a speed and force that it became hard to see at all. Kenji suddenly veered into an alley, and Jet bolted quickly to the left, performing a wall jump to try to turn his body quicker.
Rain drops clattered against metal garbage cans, and the rank scent of trash filled the air, revolting Jet. The rain pounded against the garbage cans harder and harder, and the sound grew in intensity. Kenji slammed his blade into a boarded off section of wall near to the bottom of a red brick building that made up the right side of the alley. He pulled away at the resisting wood as fast as he could, every moment making both of them more anxious.
Jet had stood silently the whole time, watching Kenji work, hoping and praying that he would finish in time. Kenji finally worked the last board out of place, and looked at Jet, nodding slightly. He began to step forward, but something with an incredibly strong grip grabbed his shoulder and held onto it tightly. Jet turned, and to his shock and fright, there was a man, dead yet still moving, clutching his arm. It looked as if he had been dead for several weeks, and his body had started to decompose, the scent of water on the rot disgusting.
“Come on! Kill it! Kill it!!! Don’t let it touch you!!!” Kenji screamed. Jet sliced at the creature’s arm with his free hand, the blade cutting through the dead flesh quickly. He stabbed it in the face and it fell to the ground, motionless.
“Down there?!” Jet asked, looking at the hole Kenji had just opened up.
“Yes, quickly!” Kenji answered, leaping into the darkness. Jet followed hastily.
“Just…what the hell are those things?” Jet asked. They had entered the basement of a large building, washing machines and boxes and crates full of old antiques scattered all over. Kenji switched on the lights, two small, dust covered bulbs that emitted short, blinking flashes of light.
“They are…or rather were…the people of this town,” Kenji answered.
“What…town?” Jet asked.
“Very old place called Tyrone…it’s been around for a long time…” Kenji answered, looking around at the basement in the fleeting instances of light.
“Well…next question…what the hell happened to those things?” Jet asked.
“It was an old town, but it hid a pretty evil secret,” Kenji answered.
“Kenji…just tell me the story…we don’t have time to play around with this…how did it happen? And then what do we do?” Jet asked.
“Fine. About twenty years ago now, a group of scientists started working in a small nuclear power plant up north of the town, past the church. One part of the plant was busy working on chemical weaponry…some say that the head of the project was a member of Mishima organization…some say it was Heihachi Mishima himself…no one knows…but that doesn’t matter. Now, the other half of the plant…they were working on improving health with chemicals…giving cures and preventions to diseases…it would save millions of lives,” Kenji started.
“…what happened?” Jet asked.
“There was an accident….humans, so dependent on technology as we are…relied on something to operate correctly…and it didn’t. the two chemicals mixed somehow…and one of the doors was malfunctioning that day…the fumes were let out…the gas made contact with the windows…and they literally blew out…the fumes were exposed to the town. At first it was like a miracle…where there was sickness, there was health, where there was nothing, there was fertile soil, but then something happened…the chemical got into our food…into our water…then into us…the people of Tyrone died….hundreds of them…and then….days later….they got back up…and walked…spoke…moved… they were the living dead…they instinctively hunted those that breathed, scratching or biting them. They were introduced to such a high amount of the chemical that they didn’t even have time to “die”…no…they turned malicious…just like the others…and hours later their heart stopped beating,” Kenji continued.
“Now…that’s where we come in…right?” Jet asked.
“Correct,” Kenji answered.
“What do we do?” Jet asked.
“This will take a few steps…so I’ll start with the easy one…in this basement…in one of these boxes…is a capsule….it’s filled with more fumes…not the same fumes, no. These fumes….they overrode the other fume…because they are acidic….” Kenji answered.
“Acid….but how can we kill a whole town off…with a few capsules?” Jet asked.
“Just help me look,” Kenji ordered, ignoring Jet. He got up quickly, sheathing his blade and looking through boxes. He found old magazines, trophies, photographs, reminders of the life that once was in the old town. “Got em!” Kenji yelled happily.
“Now what?” Jet asked.
“Now we go back there….outside. a little ways from here there is the old church…it too hides a secret. The Mishima organization did leave some things here in Tyrone…among them are explosives…I know there are a few bombs somewhere in the old church,” Kenji answered.
“….I hope I know what you’re getting at,” Jet said.
“Heh heh…let’s go,” Kenji said, approaching the opening in the wall. Jet followed him, climbing out of the hole and back out into the open air. The alley’s rank scent he had gotten used to, but the thought of running into more of the zombies still frightened him. Kenji instantly started running out of the alley and to the north of the town, heading toward a small stone staircase that led up to a bridge over the river. He flung himself over the railing and began running across the bridge quickly. Jet followed, looking back for a split second. Hundreds of the zombies were literally running after them. He picked up his pace.
“W-where…..are they coming from?” Jet asked as he ran.
“The houses….this was by no means a small town in population,” Kenji answered.
“….ugh,” Jet sighed, running faster. Kenji leaped over the railing at the other side of the bridge and ran forward, then bolted off to the right. Jet followed. The houses in this part of town were run down, and more zombies were climbing out of the windows and breaking down the doors.
“Ready your blade…we’ll need to do some fighting to get through here,” Kenji commanded Jet. He obeyed yet again. He readied his Black Sunset and ran with as much speed as he could gather into his tired body. The undead began gaining on the two slowly, and they began battling them as they came. Severed limbs flew to the ground, shrieks of pain filling the air, rising above the sound of the pouring rain.
“Why are they doing this?!” Jet asked, stabbing one of the zombies through the chest.
“We are living remember?! Now hurry! The church is ahead, we just need to lose them somehow!” Kenji yelled.
“It’s raining, shouldn’t they like melt?” Jet asked, angered at their persistence.
“Ugh, shut up! Just come on!” Kenji ordered. Jet silenced himself and ran up the narrow stone staircase leading to the large wooden doors of the church. There the two stood their ground, slicing at the zombies, stabbing and chopping, killing near sixty at the gate alone.
“It’s useless! They’ll just keep coming! Whadda we do!?” Jet asked.
“I don’t know!” Kenji yelled, killing more of the towns inhabitants as he spoke.
“Um…follow me,” Jet ordered. Kenji slowly did so, following beside Jet as he stepped down from the stairs and sliced a path through the zombies with his sword, pointing the blade in front of a few of their faces, amused at their screams at the sight of what they hated about themselves.
“Now what?!” Kenji asked when at last they had made it past the large crowd of undead.
“Now…are there back doors?” Jet asked.
“Not sure,” Kenji answered.
“Let’s look, shall we?!” Jet asked. He didn’t wait for an answer, and bolted off to the side of the massive building. He edged his way along, going slower, hoping none of the zombies saw him as he went. He went carefully now, one foot in front of the other, trying not to make a noise. He at last made it to the back, and to his dismay, he found a wall of solid stone.
“No…” Kenji muttered to himself.
“Damn it!” Jet cursed to himself.
“Now what?” Kenji asked.
“You’re supposed to know!!! Ugh…umm…well…let’s look around…if there isn’t a way, let’s look shall we?” Jet asked.
“Sure,” Kenji said in an angered tone. They looked around the building hastily, trying to find anything they could use to get into the building. Jet spotted a window near to the second level of the large stone church. There were several trees near to the side of the church, large but withered, dead leaves covering their brittle branches. Jet used these trees to his advantage as best as he could.
He began to scale the tree as fast as he could, climbing up, breaking many branches on the way. When he was high enough, he leapt onto a narrow ledge overtop the first level of the stone church. It was slanted to a point, water spilling over both sides to the ground from the enormous downpour, and it was incredibly difficult to stand on.
“Okay…it’s the safest thing we’re gonna find, so climb that tree over there,” Jet yelled down at Kenji. He nodded, sheathed his sword, and began climbing. When at last he made it next to Jet, the two began scaling uneven blocks of stone that made up the wall of the church. They climbed very high, the ground barely visible in the midst of the rain that fell ceaselessly.
They climbed to the second level, then silently edged their way hand over hand and foot over foot to a stained glass window. Kenji went first, breaking the glass with his hand and leaping into the open entrance. Jet followed cautiously, not trusting his skill at jumping as much as he could. To his surprise, he too made it into the church.
The inside was very old and untouched, bibles and old scrolls lining shelves with thick layers of dust upon them. The floor was wooden, creaking with every footstep the two took. Cockroaches and rats chattered loudly, scampering across the floor and into the shadows. Spider webs covered many areas of the old untouched room, their intricate webs cut down with haste by the blades the two wielded.
Kenji took the lead once more, heading out of the room and down a long, winding stone staircase that led to the first level. Indeed it was a large church, and one level was quite far from the next. Their escape would require some thought, or brute strength Jet thought to himself. When they reached the first level Kenji stopped, looking from side to side, sniffing the musty air and standing silently. For a moment Jet thought he had lost his sense of direction.
“In the next room…there is a staircase…but it is right next to the front door…so…go quietly. When we make it down…the bombs should be stored somewhere near there,” Kenji whispered. Jet nodded much like Kenji normally did, and slowly opened the door. He sneaked in slowly, spotted the staircase, and edged silently toward it. The sound of the zombies outside was loud, their moans and cries of anger and torment terrifying and intimidating. Jet and Kenji continued toward the staircase, making their way to the dark entrance. When at last they reached it, they hit the first step, and ran.
“The quicker we get down and find those bombs…the quicker we get out of here,” Kenji noted. The basement was much like the second level, but darker; much darker. Shadow covered the room, and moths and spiders were everywhere. Kenji opened a floorboard near to a bookcase up slowly, instantly finding what he was looking for. Plastic explosives, armed with a detonator. Before the two could plan their escape, something unexpected occurred; the sound of the front door crashing to the cold stone ground echoed through the basement, and the sound of zombies running down the stairway was heard.
“Now what?!” Jet asked.
“Well…we can’t get out the front way…or the way we entered,” Kenji noted.
“So what? How do we get to the power plant?!” Jet asked frantically.
“Heihachi took care of that…Mishima organization built a tunnel from the basement of the church straight to the plant…trust me,” Kenji answered. He wasted no time in pushing aside the heavy wooden bookcase, revealing a section of discolored stone set into the wall.
“What did that do?!” Jet asked.
“That stone is fake, normally you need to punch some kind of code into a computer somewhere to open it, but we don’t have that kind of time, we’re going to have to break it ourselves!” Kenji answered.
“With what? Good looks?!” Jet asked.
“No with- oh shit! Here they come, ready your sword!” Kenji yelled. Jet unsheathed his Black Sunset and ran forward, charging a spin attack at the hoards of zombies. Several were cut clean in half, other losing limbs. The one advantage to the undead was that their bodies were very frail, a fact that Jet had learned just now. He brought his blade down upon one’s head, a zombie who had been running at Kenji.
“Man! What are we gonna do?!” Jet asked.
“Let’s trade places! I take these freaks, and you blast away at this with whatever you can!” Kenji yelled, unsheathing his shimmering blade and running forward to combat the zombies. Jet took his place at the discolored wall and sheathed Black Sunset. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, wondering what he could use. He spotted an old wooden chair and threw it at the wall with all of his might. It shattered into splinters.
“It isn’t working!” Jet complained.
“I meant something strong, not a rotted wooden chair you numbskull!” Kenji yelled, stabbing one of the zombies. Jet thought for a few more seconds, then put his hands into a cup like shape. He slowly spoke, “Mystic….Sand…Attack!” the magical beam of energy hit the wall, doing nothing.
“Ugh…keep trying!” Kenji yelled out, slicing at more of the creatures, trying to keep them away.
“Mystic Sand Attack!” he yelled once more. The wall cracked a little from the force of the magic this time. “Um….I know! Tetraforce Power!” Jet yelled. The golden beam of light shot through the darkness of the basement, blinding the zombies for several seconds, and breaking through the stone of the wall. “Kenji, come on!!!” Jet yelled. He sheathed his blade and did so, taking the lead into the dark tunnel that led to the power plant.
The area farthest north of the diseased town of Tyrone. The front gate of the power plant. Large fences traveled the whole way around the plant, the main gate locked, barbed wire atop them, preventing intruders. The power plant was large, several steam stacks on the top of the building, tanks full of God knows what brewing up artificial evils, and broken windows, where the toxic fume was released into the air of Tyrone.
“Heh heh….a fence,” Kenji laughed. He unsheathed his sword and cut straight through it, making an opening. Jet and Kenji went through, running to the front door as fast as they could, not wanting to be seen by the citizens of Tyrone.
“Kenji…we have the bombs, we have the capsules, now…why aren’t we blowing some stuff up?” Jet asked, eyebrow raised.
“First off, it wouldn’t work that well in this rain…I wouldn’t be surprised if the river flooded before we were done,” Kenji answered.
“Second off?” Jet asked.
“Look Jet, what we’re going to do is quite simple. We are going to blow something up…this whole town. We put the capsules near to the bombs, then place them in the center of the plant. We turn on self destruct from there, and try to get out as fast as we can,” Kenji answered.
“Woohoo!!!!! My kind of stuff!” Jet yelled happily. Kenji kicked down the door with haste, and the two entered. They went past winding hallways, kicking down locked doors as they went, being very careful not to go into any chemical areas. They entered a large chamber with buzzing electrical devices, a catwalk all that held them up above an unrecognized green goop.
“We’re here…across the catwalk…set them inside, hit the red button,” Kenji ordered. Jet grabbed them and did so with haste, planting the explosives inside of the center of the plant. He hit the red button hard, then ran back to Kenji. “Don’t waste time standing here, we’re going to be running again, we have ten minutes to make it out of this town alive…you see…the force that explosion had….will…by all means…destroy this town….and the acidic fumes released…will kill it’s every inhabitant,” Kenji said, running. Jet followed.
They made it through the winding hallways and back out again, running as fast as they could for some way to escape. When at last they made it outside, their minds went blank. They had to think of something and they had to think of it fast.
“It’s a risk…but we ca travel by river!” Kenji said.
“…Okay,” Jet agreed. The two jumped into the cold water near to the power plant and let the current carry them to their fate. The river was full of water, flooding in some places, the dark and dirty waters carrying them quickly a safe distance away from Tyrone. Several minutes later the cold black night sky was lit ablaze with the fires of the cursed town, and the end of the cursed lives. With that tragic and beautiful burst of flame went millions of memories, hundreds of lives, but it was for the best. The diseased town of Tyrone was put to rest. Jet took comfort in this, and slowly closed his eyes, letting the current take him wherever it willed.
He opened his eyes. He sat up quickly. A jolt on pain rocked through his body.
“Oh…it was a dream,” Jet said to himself aloud.
“Honey?” Zelda asked.
“Hey Zel….” He said slowly.
“I was so worried…you just left after the feast and when I went to find you, you were asleep,” Zelda said.
“Why were you worried?” Jet asked.
“Because I care about you….” Zelda answered, putting her arm around his shoulders.
“The way I acted with Twindora….ugh it wouldn’t surprise me if they had a vote on whether or not I should remain king…I was an idiot,” Jet said.
“You were fine…it takes a long time to learn the difference between a king’s problems and a man’s problems. You’ll take actions when you shouldn’t, and be silent when you should move…it will happen for a long time…but eventually you’ll become like daddy was,” Zelda assured him.
“How did Twindora take it?” Jet asked.
“Take what? Getting beat up? It was fine…he apologized,” Zelda answered.
“Okay….I’m gonna get some more sleep….good night Zel,” Jet said, kissing his wife on the lips.
“Good night,” she replied, laying down.
“Sir! Ganon is attacking sir! He’s already killed several soldiers! Reconstruction can’t begin until he leaves, it isn’t safe!” a soldier nearly screamed into Jet’s ear the next morning.
“G-Ganon? Ugh…come on Zel….is the rest of the team ready?” Jet asked.
“Awaiting their leader, sir,” the soldier answered.
“Okay…I’ll be down in five,” Jet said. The man nodded, bowed, and left in a hurry.
The drawbridge opened slowly. The Triforce Team ran out, weapons in hand, armor on body. They were ready.
“Twindora….I….I’m sorry,” Jet said looking at the ground.
“It’s forgiven your highness,” Twindora said humbly.
“Ah…Triforce Team…welcome back!” Ganon said happily.
“Shut up….now,” Jet said.
“Oh…I thought I hurt you…your highness,” Ganon said with a smile.
“Tetraforce Power!” Jet yelled.
“Triforce of Courage!” Link followed.
“Triforce of Wisdom!” Zelda yelled.
“Temple Link Blast!” Twindora yelled. The golden beams of light formed together as one, piercing the armor and skin of the evil king, sending him back. Marth and Roy ran forward at this, unsheathing their blades and attacking Ganon. He blocked the swords with his hands, slice after slice either dodged or countered. He punched the two warriors in the chest, then stood tall.
“Triforce of Power!” Ganon yelled, blasting the beam of light at the team. Samus rolled to the side of the attack, shooting blasts of plasma at the evil king. Three hit him, the fourth missed. It ate through his armor quickly, burning his flesh. He yelled in pain and shot a blast of magical energy at the bounty hunter, hitting her in the stomach. She fell to the ground.
“Don’t hurt her,” Twindora warned.
“I think I shall kill her, actually,” Ganon said.
“Touch her…and I will hurt you,” Twindora warned.
“Whatever,” Ganon said, ending the conversation. He held his hand up and charged magical energy into his palm, aiming the blast at Samus. She was weak now, unable to move easily in the heavy armor, a perfect target. Ganon shot the magic, and Twindora stepped forward, unsheathing his Twin Diamond sword and batting the magic into the air, then stabbing Ganon in the chest.
“Hmm…well met, Zedusrian…until we meet again,” Ganon said, warping away quickly.
“Yeah that’s right go lick your wounds,” Jet yelled into the air.
“Twindora…you….saved me,” Samus said in awe.
“It was nothing…don’t worry about it,” Twindora said, sheathing his blade.
“We need to strike with more force….that is it,” Ganon said with a smile.
“No…master…it isn’t,” Agahnim warned him.
“Yes, wizard…more force on the leaders, and the followers will fall,” Ganon explained.
“It is foolishness!!” Agahnim yelled.
“Fool….wretched disgusting fool….you do not defy the King of Evil!” Ganon warned.
“Master…please…give me another chance,” Agahnim pleaded.
“Curse your second chances! If you are a master at evil, then build your own kingdom and impress me! I shall banish you to Mount Tamarach! On the island of Koholint!” Ganon yelled, enraged. He shot a sphere of blue magic at Agahnim, and in an instant, he was gone. The partnership between wizard and warlock had ended.
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