Nothing but Voltex

[Ghidora131]

So, I had a contest that no one entered and I gave Voltex the prize... But he wanted to co-star in a short story, with the main star being... Nothing.

 

 

Here's one for yah Tex, hope you enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very small, very still. A quiet whisper groaned through the night sky, ready to devour anything alive in its path.

 

For it was nothing.

 

 

A song, a gloomy afternoon, a funeral tune, all of these things were and are nothing. A silent night, a darkened street, a bloody battle-torn land.  A whisper in the darkness, one that causes and cures insanity. This whisper, this empty void had plagued the lives of millions and had caused the deaths of many more. It was at it again. It? no no, He. He sank across the land, he is in your every thought, he can tear you apart and put you together wrong and call it good.

 

For he is nothing.

 

And nothing is always there, watching.

Watching.

 

Nothing had been defeated by good, but nothing always remains. When you destroy something, what do you get? Nothing.

Nothing is always evil, nothing is consistent. You could call him nobody, but he is always known as nothing. Never questioned, never great, nothing is the highest and lowest at once, he is death and life, he is there and here, come and gone, black and white, right and wrong.

 

Nothing is nothing and shall remain as nothing.

 

Forever.

 

 

 

 

Then, nothing was touched - nothing was tampered with, by Voltex. Impudent as it should seen, this Voltex went on to great feats, saving the world from the terrors of other versions of himself. Ibrow being the most infamous. Yes, the one thing that could best nothing by minding its own business, Voltex.

 

Nothing was infuriated, to say the least.

 

As downfall after downfall plagued him, Voltex only grew stronger. After a rainfall, his friends supplied him, after doubt came hope, after isolation came great victory, and when an extermination of measures unheard of struck him down, he saved everyone he knew destroyed an empire and nearly died. Nothing had no chance against Voltex.

 

 

 

Then, it was over suddenly.

 

But this had been his life, nothing couldn't live without a Voltex. He hated him with an undying hatred that spanned the millenniums, but now, what was left? head on back to tormenting the "heroes" which could not best him? try to destroy the powerful being which did not exist?

 

Try to rule the universe that was no more, left defeated in a reborn legend?

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting on a lone, sandy beach, nothing was there. No, his name was Makuta. After all this time who did he know was his rival, his one point who he could say 'I am great because I made him cease to exist'?

 

Not Voltex.

 

Voltex had never attacked him; he couldn't really hate him after all. He gave him an existence since so many years ago. He was remembered, feared, hated - known round the world. How could he hate the one who surpassed glory and pushed him forwards?

 

There were a few others, but he had no shining point of death. Nothing but Voltex.

 

 

 

And he smiled.

 

No more Voltex? maybe. Maybe he will return and shock us all, someday. But for now, he was his own demise, his worst nightmare, and left nothing for me to stumble upon.

 

As the sun brightened once more unto the breach, Makuta rose to his full height. Now was another legend, another game of shadows and darkness... A stringy web to latch across the land, pulling everyone and everything in... Never before had he enjoyed such a sunrise.

They were the heroes, he was the villain... What more could he ask for but a chance to do it again?

 

"After all," He spoke at last, "I am nothing... And destiny, destiny in in my hands, dear Voltex."

 

 

 

"For nothing is everything, and in the end, I am the light."

[Black Six]

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