Tam's Vengeance: A Journey Into Darkness

*Warning: this story contains more violence and gore than my usual fare*

"Listen, I am letting you go to the king with no opposition." The terrified guard protested as he laid helplessly on the ground. "Please spare me!"

"No can do, bye bye." Tam said as he silenced the guard with a quick slash of his sword. It was a cheap shot killing the guard that had just given him access past the castle gates, but Tam justified his murderous act by reminding himself that less of these people around would make the world a better place. Keeping his sword ready, Tam walked into the royal castle of the country Prosperity.

The current king was secretly a young man trapped in a silhouette form that called himself Leftover. Tam's brother Mirk was murdered by Leftover, and Tam was here to return the favor. Once a member of Hugh's hero network along with Mirk, Tam now worked alone due to Hugh not being willing to send a team to take care of Leftover's team of villains, a group of that claimed to be building a hero network of their own. He wore a gold helmet that provided emerald armor and access to various tools and weapons that would appear by thought, and he looked forward to wiping out the inhabitants of the castle with his arsenal. After a walk down the hallway that felt like an eternity, Tam found himself standing in the throne room. There was no silhouette in sight, nor was there anyone disguised in Leftover's former human form, a man of royal blood named Lenny Overature. However, there was a beautiful woman (on the outside only) in a black dress, greeting Tam with a smirk he remembered all too well.

"Tam, right?" The woman that called herself Anti-Hero said in a tone that was both flirtatious and condescending. "You still think you can beat me in a fight?"

"If I remember right, you didn't win either." Tam said with annoyance, smiling under his helmet all the same. "I will gladly destroy you this time, especially after the role you played in my brother's death!"

Anti-Hero made her sword appear in her hand by thought, quickly countering Tam as he lunged at her with his own blade. A warlock named Glicko had given her the same powers that a hero from Hugh's network would gain from wearing one of his standard helmets. Tam's helmet was a slight modification of one of those said helmets, which would arguably make this an equal contest. Similar to their last battle, Tam and Anti-Hero clashed swords, neither gaining an advantage over the other. One of Tam's blows came close, but Anti-Hero parried it with her bare arm.

"Awwww, did the poor little hero forget that my body is as strong as the armor from those helmets you wear? I will eventually destroy your helmet, which will make you powerless. But my powers are a part of me forever, and you can't take them away. Look at the bright side Tam, at least you can join your loser brother in death soon!"

Anti-Hero's words caused Tam to see red. He snarled, then struck Anti-Hero's blade with enough force to shatter it. She tried to block with her arm again, but this time Tam's slash cut deep, stopped only by her arm bone. If it weren't for Anti-Hero's upgrades from Glicko, her arm would likely had been sliced off. She fell forward onto the floor, barely conscious from blood loss.

"So you thought you could break my helmet Anti-Hero? Looks like I managed to break you instead. Let's see how many slices it will take to remove your head from your neck."

Before Tam could find out the answer to his question, a wooden door rose up from the floor. The door swung open and pulled Tam into darkness, slamming shut afterwards. The door then slid back down into the floor, any evidence that a door was ever present disappearing.

A man wearing a red cloak then walked into the throne room. His features included silver hair, an aged face, and a malicious smirk. Anti-Hero looked up at the man whose mastery of traps saved her life.

"Hall.... thanks."

"Kari, summon one of your blue grenades, and give it to me." Hall requested tenderly.

Anti-Hero made a blue grenade appear in her hand right before passing out. Hall took the grenade and pulled the pin before throwing it down next to her. Once the blue smoke cleared, Anti-Hero stood up next to Hall, wide awake with a fully healed arm.

"He's different from before, eh?" Hall remarked.

"Yes." Anti-Hero replied. "The last time we fought, we were evenly matched. This time he overwhelmed me quickly. He had a disgustingly heroic aura to him before, but now.... he seems to be driven by hatred and bloodlust. The last time we met, he wanted to send me to that prison dimension my husband is trapped in, but just now.... he truly wanted to murder me."

"His grief from his brother's death, and the roles we played in it have driven him over the edge." Hall said, still smirking. "I would love to see more of his new work, but even if my trap doesn't kill him, the boss definitely will...."

*****

Tam woke up and picked himself up off of the floor. Once his eyes were focused once again, he found himself in a bland looking hallway. He observed basic hardwood floors, tan walls and a white ceiling. He immediately knew where he was.

"Hall!" Tam yelled. "Show yourself, you coward!"

"Soon enough Mr. Tam, but first you have to survive my Hallway of Peril!" Hall's voice boomed throughout the location.

Down the hallway Tam observed five orcs, each holding spiked clubs with laser balls charging from the spikes on each one. The orcs looked at Tam and laughed, excited at the prospect of tearing him apart.

"You could always ask Mirk how he survived this very same challenge equipped with only two flash grenades. Oh wait, you can't anymore! Ha ha ha ha!"

Tam's vision went red again, and any concerns he had for his own well being were gone. Tam charged at the orcs with his sword drawn, screaming and slashing at the orcs ahead of him. He continued to see red as he continued swinging his sword wildly. He didn't even notice the defeaning screaming of the orcs over his own yelling. He finally stopped swinging when he realized he was only striking air. He then took a deep breath, and observed his updated surroundings.

The walls were now splattered with blood. Blocking his path was a pile of dismembered orc corpses. Tam made his laser gun appear in his hand, and he disintegrated the pile with a few blasts. His helmet and armor were now covered with orc blood, but he could care less. He proceeded down the hall until he found the same wooden door that had pulled him in earlier. Tam opened the door and stepped into the darkness within....

*****

The darkness cleared, and Tam found himself in what appeared to be an underground lair. He heard applause and cheering behind him, and quickly turned around to find the source. His "fans" were Anti-Hero, Hall, another orc, and a man with a mohawk, purple eyes behind party glasses, mismatched clothes, and a toothy smile. Still clutching his sword, Tam felt himself boiling up again, but before he could make a move, he heard a voice that was a combination of nobility and malevolence.

"Don't let the antics of Anti-Hero, Hall, Hypnorc or CCC upset you, my dear guest. I believe I am the one you came here to see after all."

A dark, featureless silhouette walked past his team and stood near Tam. He held a sword of his own.

"Leftover." Tam said with as much disgust as he could muster. "You're the monster that plotted my brother's death."

"Ah yes, it was Mirk, right?" Leftover said cheerfully. "And that would make you his younger brother Tam. You have the right to be angry, but keep in mind that Mirk was the one who banished the thief of my body's features to the Reflection Dimension, leaving me stuck as a silhouette. Hugh and his organization are no longer an effective group of heroes, which is why they must all be eliminated. It's just a fact of life Tam, nothing against you of course."

"While I don't disagree, another fact of life is that you and your freak show need to be eliminated too!" Tam yelled, seeing red once again.

"Hold up, you don't disagree about Hugh?" Leftover asked. Before he could press further, Tam began slashing at Leftover with his sword, unleashing a guttural scream with his strikes. Leftover had already been prepared with his own sword, and he easily fended off Tam's attacks. Tam continued to swing his blade and scream wildly, but he did not have the same success that had come from his fight with the orcs. Once Tam's energy was nearly gone, Leftover knocked Tam's sword out of his hand with a quick swing, sending the blade spinning into a distant corner of the lair.

"Remove your helmet Tam, you are a bloody mess." Leftover ordered, pointing his sword at Tam's neck. Tam followed the order, and his armor disappeared. Despite being defenseless in his t-shirt and jeans, Tam continued to glare at the silhouette.

"You've caused quite a bit of trouble today with your fury, and it served you well against my guard, Anti-Hero, and Hall's latest hallway of peril. Yet you tried the same tactics on me, and even without using my own skill enhancing helmet, you still had no chance! Attacking with merciless rage can serve you well, but as you just witnessed, it can only take you so far."

"Spare me the lecture and just finish me off." Tam replied bitterly. "Let me go join my brother."

"Join your brother?" Leftover laughed. "Are you sure that you even could now? To Mirk's credit, he died wanting to help me, even though his body had been transformed into a worm. You came here with one intention only, to kill me and everyone in my castle. I hate to break it to you, but the two of you are not the same anymore."

"Shut up you bastard!" Tam snarled. "I'm the way I am because of you! The blood I spilled today is on your hands! Hurry up and get this over with already!"

"Soon enough, but there's something I'd like to clarify." Leftover asked. "Hugh would most certainly not endorse your killing spree that happened today. You also hinted that you don't disagree with me about Hugh earlier. This leads me to believe that you are no longer working with Hugh, and that you came here on your own?"

"You are correct." Tam replied, still angry, but calmer. "My aim was to eliminate you and your group, then go back and eliminate Hugh and his organization. Hugh refused to go after you despite all of us knowing that you are responsible for Mirk's death, and his failure to act makes them useless. The world will be better off without all of you, and I will be the one that makes it happen!"

"A lovely dream, but that dream will unfortunately be ending now." Leftover laughed, preparing his sword for a finishing strike.

"That man was one of Hugh's technological geniuses!" CCC shouted out. "You might not want to kill him boss!"

Leftover stopped himself and laughed before lowering his blade.

"My associate CCC can customize anyone's appearance for an hour, his talents are how most of the world doesn't know about the real me yet." Leftover said proudly. "He has many clients, and from these clients he has been wonderful at gathering intel. So tell me Tam, is what CCC telling me accurate?"

"How he was able to learn this is beyond me, but yes, I have been involved with many of the recent technological advances in Hugh's organization." Tam answered, his anger briefly subsiding. "Why does this matter to you though?"

"Because I have a business proposition for you." Leftover asked. "I have been training heavily while building my organization. At this point, you do not have the ability to kill me. But fight alongside me, and use your talents to mass produce those power granting helmets. This will help me grow a team that can not only compete with Hugh's organization, but dismantle them as well. I am confident that working for me will improve your abilities. And when we take Hugh down for good, I welcome a rematch from you should you still want to kill me."

"Work for you?" Tam laughed. "You killed my brother, now you expect me to work for you? You've lost your mind more than I have!"

"You may not be wrong, but why not think about it as a temporary alliance for mutual gain? We can get rid of a common foe, increase our powers, then settle our differences when the time comes. Or I could just kill you right now, since you have no chance of defeating me in a fight at this time. What will your next move be Tam?"

Tam stared at Leftover in silence for what felt like an eternity, then finally broke the silence with maniacal laughter.

"Very well Leftover, I will mass produce helmets for you, and I will help you annihilate Hugh and all he stands for! But make no mistake, I hate you with all of my being, and I will never forgive you for what you did to my brother. I will make your organization powerful, but I will also be using you to become more powerful too. And once Hugh and his team are dead, you and yours are next. My plans remain the same, I will just be killing Hugh first instead of you!"

"Very well, I accept your terms of employment!" Leftover laughed. "For what it's worth, welcome to our team Tam! Until our blades cross again, I expect great things from you!"

*****

Tam began getting set up in his new state of the art laboratory within the castle, preparing to mass produce helmets that would function similarly to the ones Hugh's associates used. He would of course, add special touches to them. But first, he took the golden urn that held Mirk's ashes and set it up on a shelf that would overlook everything Tam would be working on.

"Brother, please forgive me for assisting the man that killed you. But I swear to you, I will avenge your death by ridding the world of Leftover, Hugh, and anyone else involved with them!"