One month ago
Randwulf floated in the air where he was suspended by Davy Jones’ power, ragged clothes rippling in intangible currents. He drifted like a man underwater, only his head above the surface. He dropped the armful of supplies he had scavenged from the Anchor Boys’ storehouse, letting them drift down to the floor.
“I found you stealing from my men. Why should I not kill you now?” demanded Davy Jones, heavy chains clanking around his shoulders like bandoliers.
“You have drunk from the wellspring, I see it,” gibbered Randwulf. “Your line is cursed.”
Davy Jones remained silent, turning away and inspecting the Anchor Boys’ storehouse Randwulf had been pillaging- black market weapons and munitions scattered across the floor. A handful of his men watched silently, anticipating the spectacle of Davy Jones’ retribution.
“You are other than human,” clarified Randwulf.
“I am,” said Davy Jones.
“Your children will be Other, and your children’s children,” Randwulf continued, ignoring Davy Jones. “I’ve seen them, the Three, but only one looked back. Let me show you.” Awe came into Randwulf’s tone and his eyes became unfocused and distant. “A field of grey, the blackest pit, the sky, aflame. Vast beyond imagining! Brought to ruin by time, and in time he will consume all- the death of gods!” Randwulf’s voice grew louder. “Oh, the sun is so tiny! But don’t look! Don’t look!” He laughed. “A man looked into the sun once, they say.” He shook his head sadly. “He went blind, they say. Not I! Not I! I almost fell in, but I didn’t. Ha! And now I know that I can show you how. You could be the Avatar of Ocean, Reflection of the Abyss. I am your prophet- I- I can build, I must build… build you such power.”
“Power?” asked Davy Jones. Randwulf’s eyes widened, and he spoke with exaggerated care.
“Of a god.”
Davy Jones turned to face Randwulf.
One week ago
“I can give you a taste of the power,” said Randwulf. “A glimpse half-seen of a picture of an imperfect reflection. But enough. Oh, it is enough.”
“You’re babbling,” snapped Davy Jones. “I’ve waited two weeks while my men gathered together the materials you said you’d need, and now I expect returns. What can you give me?”
“My mind is gone but eyes can see,” sung Randwulf mindlessly, head rocking. “We shall see what cannot be.”
“Do you want me to kill you now?” Davy Jones intoned,
“Yes, but that can wait. Look, I’ll show you.”
Randwulf pointed to what appeared to be a projector screen, with a heavily modified slide projector resting on a cart. A massive heat-sink had been cobbled together around the projector, evaporating coolants curling off into the air.
“Is that it?” asked Davy Jones, impatient. “A slide projector?”
“Just watch,” Randwulf said.
Randwulf shambled over to the projector and screwed his eyes shut. Davy Jones rolled back his shoulders and looked towards the screen.
“Are you watching?” Randwulf asked, hand on a switch.
“Yes,” Davy Jones said, tone becoming impatient.
“Just watch,” Randwulf repeated.
He threw the switch wired into the projector with a loud click. There was a flash of what looked very much like light and a glimpse of an indistinct blur. The image disappeared after less than a second, but it seemed to linger, burned into Davy Jones’ retinas. Davy Jones stumbled back, an arm thrown over his eyes. The screen was left burnt and twisted, and the gutted slide projector sizzled and crackled as it belched foul smoke.
“What was that?” Davy Jones said. His voice shook, and a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. “What did you do?”
“Just a taste of power. Try it! Try it!”
Davy Jones threw an arm out towards Randwulf and threw him off his feet. The air filled with scraps of metal and tools that were carried along with the invisible current. Randwulf laughed madly as he and the cart with the slide projector slammed against the far wall.
“What did you do?”
Randwulf just laughed. “Look and see!”
Davy Jones released his power and stared as the debris pressed to the wall clattered to the ground. Randwulf landed atop it with a grunt of pain.
“My god.” Davy Jones
In the corner of the room, a radio crackled to life.
“Jones, Blackwell is assaulting the Maven Shipping building. We’re holding them off, but Paragon is interfering. He’s looking for some guy named Randolph or something.”
Davy Jones curled his hands into fists.
“I can deal with him.”
Davy Jones climbed into one of the minisubs that transported the Anchor Boys’ elites to and from the city.
Davy Jones looked down into the pit Randwulf had constructed, pupils dilated, breathing ragged.
“What… is it?” he rasped.
“Ocean,” invoked Randwulf reverently. “The Abyss.”
“It’s… beautiful.” Davy Jones’ legs shook, and he put his hands on the sides of the circle for support. “I-” his voice caught in his throat. His body shook with effort as he tore his eyes away from the shape. He stared at Randwulf, face contorted. “What did you do to me?” he gasped.
Davy Jones struggled for breath and failed. The water around them splashed as he fell to his knees, gasping for air. His back arched and heaved, and water began to pour from his throat. He turned to Randwulf again, eyes pleading as he convulsed.
Randwulf watched as Davy Jones spasmed and shook his head.
“Another failure,” he sighed under his breath. He bent down and lifted the limp form of what was once Davy Jones. “What to do with you now?”
Davy Jones stumbled to his feet and looked around himself, thoughts clouded with confusion. Great towers of dark stone rose around him, piercing the sky with jagged fingers.
They rippled like fronds in an ocean current. A dark, flat eye drifted past, the glare off its surface blinding him for a moment, and the rest of the creature followed- yellow and bulbous, glowing with sinister light. Recognition tugged at the back of his mind for a moment.
But a moment later, it was foreign again. He tried to shy away, and found his body responded only sluggishly. One of the nearest obelisks exploded, showering him with shards of stone. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and a roar filled his ears. He whirled, panic starting to creep into his fractured mind.
What’s going on? Where am- Randwulf! What did he do to me? Where is he?
Davy Jones stumbled away, lost and confused, into a world he could no longer comprehend.