Axiom of Two

Fusiono: Sweet Sins are Made from These


My hands still bloody... My shirt still bloody... my mind.... Still bloody. I never ran so hard in my life. Ran away. Tried to run faster than my sadness could follow. But I was finally what I always wanted to be. Alone. I ran to the docks. Well the abandoned docks. All the shops went out of business years ago. I still remember four years ago going to my favorite comic book store there. Now a broken and dusty shanty. Just like everything else I've loved. I saw my reflection in the water as I sat on the edge of the dock. I spat at it like my father did me.

You're turning into father you know.

Startled, I got up, and looked around for some one. I knew better then to shout "who's there" like some idiot. If they weren't talking to me, I'd like to keep it that way.

Oh don't be an idiot. I am right here.

Again I moved, my heart racing faster now. My fists glowed and I stood ready.

Put those away, and look down.

"... Look.... Down?" I mumble to myself and see only a reflection in the water.

However it turned.... And spoke:

Hello. Nice of you to notice me Sinner.

"Don't call me that. Stop talking to me!"

Hah! Or what? You'll make the water ripple?

"RAAAAAHG!" I punched the water as hard as I could.

Brilliant, now doesn't that make you feel better? He now stood behind me. I couldn't see him very well, but walked towards it carefully. His head was down towards the ground. Blonde wet hair covered his face. When I got closer I reached out to touch his shoulder to shake him. Before I place my hand, he turns his head slowly to me and I see no face. No face!?

"No.. No f.. Face!" I stuttered completely shaken by this phenomena.

Aww poor baby. I bet you wish Mother was here.

I turned to run away and there stood a ghostly feminine figure.

I love you, come to me. I am your mother... Mother... Mother... Mother


"No you aren't (Mother...). Get away from me! (Mother...) STOP IT!" and I ran up to the visage. She merely stood there and melted. Her features morphing and becoming more grotesque as the melting progressed; screaming the entire way down. Disgusted and morbifically frightened and I bolted on the old jetty; my reflection running by my side. Each creeky old step laughed at me:

AH AH AH HA AHA HA HA HA HA HAH AHAH AHA HA HA HA HA

He looked at me and mocked me. Mocked what I had become. A scared and hopeless child running from the problems of the world. Problems he created. Problems he refuses to let go. A reminder of the embedded guilt Father placed in us. At the time, I never knew how he would affect me, or how she would later.

I found myself panting till my ears sounded a shrill that drowned out sound, voice, and reason. I went to the center of the room on my knees like a criminal waiting to be executed. I could not hear anything, but the large gulping thumps of my heartbeat. I screamed in an attempt to hear something, anything. Nothing but the army of vibrations raping and pillaging the air, giving no indication of life.

I passed out on the cold hard stone floor...

Light creeped in as light tends to. Awakening my spirit and body, making the two conjoin again. I awoke dazed and thirsty wondering if last night was a dream. A fabrication of hell within. Or was this night terror real. A manifestation of my inner terrors speaking words I was too afraid to say. Either way the day was here, and life must begin. The store was quite decrepit and looked like no one had been here in a while, even to squat it. I didn't care, it was my home now. Posters of comic heroes from long ago plastered along the walls in unordered fashion. I looked around the dusty counters finding several half destroyed comics stuffed in every orifice. I pulled one out from the countertop, it had once been used to keep the counter from shaking, but now it was so destroyed this comic couldn't help it anymore. The title was bold and bright blue. "Plasma Flux: Atomic hero of the future!" and was a first edition. Pity. I carefully opened its severely wrinkled cover and read the first page. Typical old school comic, bad puns and corny outfits. I turned the pages quicker until I saw a man in a purple suit. "Stop, Fusiono!" was all the dialog not ripped from the pages. The villain stood there glowing brightly and holding a bag of money typically marked with "$$$" in case you didn't know what people steal these days. I quickly closed the comic when I heard a crash through the back door.

"Look! How the hell was we 'spose to do this when you keep screwing it up!?"

"I'm sorry boss! How was I suppose to know Acetylene wouldn't cut the lock!"

"You both shut it up, we almost got killed back there. But at least I robbed a few wrinklies before we almost got caught by a cape!"

I watched through a hole in the counter as the three men dressed in red and black dumped two purses out on the table and greedily took the money. An idea formed in my head, and formulated even more when I found a play hero mask on the ground. I pulled it over my face and went to work. I stood up and began to concentrate. The three didn't seem to notice me. My fists began to glow, then my whole body. Until the purple glow was unmistakably a clue that they were not alone.

"Hey look!"

"Who the hell? Get him!"

The two pulled out guns and shot at me. I must admit I was not prepared at that time to take a bullet in the face and chest. But it would be two in millions to come. After I realized I was not hurt I charged after them.

"Look its a hero! Hah, no one screws with the Hellions kid!" and the big guy with horns on his head blew fire on my chest burning my shirt but leaving me relatively unharmed.

I charged fists blazing and struck the first two down with ease. The big guy, a Damned I found out later, was much harder. He fought with no honor, and no remorse. I didn't expect him to, but I had the upper hand. Because if I smashed his face in. I didn't care. Thats just what I did. It was quite messy, and the stench of the bodies was enough for me to make leave. I took the purses in my hand. What to do? But I was hungry. So I stuffed the money in my pocket, tossed the purses and decided to ask questions later.


I never had quite a meal that good in a long time. I went to my favorite place near the docks, one of the few places that didn't go under or corrupt. Flannigan's always had the best burgers and beer. I wolfed it down, and took my time with the beer. I smiled coyly like I was king of the world. I was the only one in the joint, as far as I could tell. Except for two nicely dressed men in suits, both with earpieces and sunglasses. I didn't think much of it, business people walked around this part of the town, looking to buy and sell overpriced real estate to people who could barely afford to eat. It pissed me off to see them doing it, but what do I care. I have my beer and my burger. I paid the waitress and tipped her a little extra. Shirley was a good gal, early thirties, and some what of a looker. She had the "I don't sleep" look on her face and bags under her eyes. But she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and I wished her fair well, put on my hat and out I went. The entire day went on like that. Like I was King of Nothing. Proud owner of Slumville. My smile faded when I thought of my father's corpse in the room. The stench must be unbearable. My pace quickened as I thought about it. A leaking hydrant spilled into the roadway, and my reflection appeared again.

Big man now? Go punch a lady in the face, then see how big you are. HAHA Bi.....

I ran past the water and looked around. A black unmarked car with tinted windows so black they could keep the sun in the passenger seat was parked in an alley. I kept an eye on it, as it seemed to be following me. The Mooks owned this neighborhood I stood in now, but I had a friend that was a busboy for one of the restaurants. He was their "go-for" and got paid well. I was safe when I was with him. So I waited at the restaurant he worked at for him for a chat after his second shift. The table was quiet for an hour. He never showed. Maybe he is out doing one of his "deals". I never liked to ask questions and he never liked to answer them. The waiting became unbearable and I went out to find him. I wasn't suppose to know this, but the shams in the corner apartment was where the Mooks did their dealings. I figured he was there if anything. When I got there, people were shouting and I heard a few gunshots and cries.

"You think its funny? Do you? How's this for funny!" The underboss grabbed Richie and threw him to the ground. "Little prick is still not getting it."

He then stood him up, and shot both his kneecaps out from behind.

"There! Now THATS entertainment. Now when you think you are gonna get snuffed by the RIP I want you to think twice about flushing the delivery down the toilet. Now I am out fifty grand."

Richie lay on the floor, his face in the mud, screaming for mercy. The only mercy he got was a bullet to the back of the head.

By the time I came, I saw his bloody carcass on the ground. The underboss wiping his hands of dirt and putting on a new pair of Italian leather shoes. Richie never looked good in red, and the sight of this drove me to madness.

Kill them! Kill them all!!! Kill them all! Kill them! KILLTHEMALL!

I charged forward and busted through the old wooden fence. The underboss caught in surprise fell off the hood of the car and into the mud. The four cronies opened fire.

One down.

Kill them all!

Second dead.

Kill them all!

Third broken.

Kill them all!

Fourth is in my hands.

Ki....

"Mercy! Please!" he choked.

"Mercy? Where was that for Richie? WHERE!? SINNER!" and the blood speckled my face. The salt was once again in my mouth. The taste burning my throat. The underboss, covered in mud, looked at me in horror for what I did to his guardsmen. I reached for his neck and picked him up by my left hand. He gagged and sputtered, my right hand glowed with immense energy.

Burn him! Kill them all!

I shook my head and tried to knock myself out of my fury. I saw Richie's dilapidated body lie motionless in the mud, sinking slowly into his new burial ground. My hand still glowing, is thrusted into the eye sockets of the underboss, burning both eyes out. He screamed and fell to his knees in the mud. His white suit now ruined.

"Hate is blind. Prick." I whispered, then spat on the back of his head, and kicked him face first in the mud. I left him alone, and helpless.

A strange black car had indeed been following me. My paranoia in this town is high, but when fact is fact there is no escaping it. This car was following me. I felt rather invincible at the time. Any brute or thug could come right out of that car. Shoot me with anything, I'll rip his heart out. When the car stopped I stood there with my charred shirt, and brown soldier jacket I had for years, and my hat turned sideways and my arms folded. I am sure I looked like a little thug myself. The back door of the car opened slowly, but it was not a brute, or a thug, or anything I expected. It was legs. Soft and tanned silky legs that flowed out of the car and were attached to a beautiful woman. I changed my attitude quickly and almost toppled over changing my guard. She shook her black hair and put on her darker sunglasses and stared at me with a smile. Quickly I looked around behind me for some one else she must be talking to.

"You've made quite a mess you know" her smile still there.

"I umm... uhh.." I stammered like an idiot, not because she was a woman, but because I really did just kill several people. I don't even remember them all now. My father's bloody head comes to mind again.

"Say, what do they call you anyway?" she took off her sunglasses, and revealed bright green eyes, staring right into my soul. I was melting before her. My name? Hell I don't know. I don't know her, why would I give her my name. I thought quickly.

"Fus... Fusiono!" the name squeaked out. I felt stupid for saying it, but whatever.

"Fusiono? Heh, well ok then. I have a preposition for you...." Her laughter sort of misplaced and pathetic, I must have said something wrong. She coyly put her glasses back on, and took me to the local bar.