(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)

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“Finally.  It’s about time my body came back together.  My insanity must be slowing my healing abilities.  Well, it’s worth it.  At least, I brought this extra uniform with me,” mutters Hydrana while she walks back to her ship.  Central Park is surprisingly quiet when she finds the space skimmer.  Soon after she walks into the vehicle a low buzz goes off until her attention falls on the blinking telepathic scanner.

“What the hell?  Looks like someone is trying to spy on me.  Well, whoever it was took the sword of light from the ship.  I don’t have to be Mindtrigger to know that Slane has come here by himself.  So, come out and play, Eddie!  Do you like the sweet gift I left you?  Where the hell are you hiding, Slane?”

“Outside!” hollers the hiding guardian.  As soon as Hydrana steps onto the dead grass, a light beam hits her in the stomach.  The force of the hit sends the redhead into a thornbush while Fate climbs down from a tree.

“Nice trick, Delila.  But from the news reports, I’d say your work on this planet is done.  Now, it’s time to put you down.”  The Mars guardian yanks the thrashing girl out of the thornbush by her right leg and throws her across the grass.  Hydrana skillfully flips onto her feet before she collides with a large boulder.

“You’re right.  My work is done.  Daddy’s paid for the things he did to me all those painful years ago.  Adriana is suffering from the same illness that the two of us have.  And I have Draveon running scared.  Well, he’s not really running or scared, but I almost got the bastard.  So, it’s time for this wild animal to have some fun.”

She leaps at the Mars guardian and pins him against a tree.  A thick straitjacket of ice covers his body while Hydrana gives him a freezing kiss.  To her surprise, Fate spits in her eye and continues to struggle.

“You are so confusing.  I mean, I don’t see what your problem with me is.  I’ve made you a much better planet guardian than before.  Without our sanity, we can do anything we want and not have any guilt because of our actions.  Together, the two of us can easily destroy all the evil in this universe and then take our form of justice to all the other galaxies.  To prove my good intentions, I’ll let you go,” mentions the Neptune guardian before she absorbs the ice that covers Fate.

“You do have a good point.  The two of us can be near unstoppable when we work together.  I control the power of chance while you can command one of the four elements.  But there is one major problem that we have to settle before anything else is decided,” replies Fate, who casually walks into the space skimmer and leans against the telepathic scanner.

“Miracle and Infinity?  We’ll just have to keep those two freaks in line.  They’re very good scientists and inventors, but they aren’t too good at fighting.  Neither of them can dole out as much damage as we can.”

“I know that.  But they’re not the problem, Hydrana.  You are.”

“Me?  What do you mean by that?”

“Simple.  You’ve handed out too many of your bad memories.  You aren’t totally insane anymore.  Evil and deadly, yes.  But you’re no longer a true maniac like I’m going to become.  You’ve lost your savage edge, water demon.”

“Are you kidding?  My father is now a paralyzed man, who will be scared of his own reflection for the rest of his life.  He will think that I am out there getting ready to finish the job while I simply go on with my life.  No sane person would do that to a member of their own family.”

“I never said that you were sane.  But you didn’t kill him like you had originally wanted to.  You may act crazy and psychotic, Hydrana, but the older version is still inside you.  She still has some influence on your actions.  This entire plan of yours will fail miserably because you don’t even know if you’re insane or not.”

“Stop trying to play mind games with me, Fate.  I don’t have the patience for them,” she states.  Hydrana picks up the sword of light and gives Fate a pat on the crotch as she walks past him.  The sword is placed on a cabinet before she turns back to the Mars guardian.

“You think being impatient is a sign of insanity?  I think it’s more an act of immaturity and weakness.  I still think you’re not what you think you are.  Just give up and let me do the real work,” Fate says with a smirk.  A slight glimmer of golden light begins to grow in his eyes.

“I don’t need your help.  Why are you saying these things?  What have I done to make you think like this?  It’s Miracle.  She’s managed to turn you against me.  I’ll kill her very slowly for turning my first, and favorite, slave against me.”

“You are way off.  The only reason is that you haven’t killed anyone, yet.  You still have some form of mental control.  There are morals and a conscience that are guiding you on this rampage.  They make you weak.”

“That’s all?  If I kill someone, you will be convinced that I am insane.  That is so stupid!  I can’t believe you would even state that as a reason.  Let me tell you, Eddie, that the only reason I have not killed anyone is that it would be too nice an action.  Let someone live as a broken toy and their pain lasts for as long as they live.  Unfortunately, I’ve been one of those broken toys for most of my life, so I know exactly how my victims feel.  Now, do you still think I’m sane?”

“In a word.  Yes.”

“Yes?  You are such an annoying pestilence in my life.  But I think you do have a point about me killing.  In order to become what I want to become, I must take an innocent life in cold blood.  It does make some sense.  Take a guess who my first murder victim is going to be.  If you want to see him, Fate, then look in a mirror.”

A long blade of ice covers Hydrana’s fist as she lifts it high over her head.  With all of her immortal strength, the bloodthirsty redhead tries to chop Fate in half.  Suddenly, her arm jerks to the side because of a muscle spasm and she misses her target by a few inches.  But it does slice through the telepathic scanner without any trouble.  The machine starts to spark and let off a deafening hum.

“Son of a bitch,” mutters the Neptune guardian as a blast of unseen, psychic energy hits the two immortals.  After that, there is nothing, but eerie silence from inside the space skimmer.