Narcos smiled he would enjoy this yes enjoy this immensely.
He took the large vial out of his pocket placing it on the Cold steal Hospital operating bench and placed on the Ivy green Doctors Outfit.
Dr Game squirmed and Jolted he was being held down by Brown leather Oak straps.
Narcos was the aptness of all evil his black cape flew from his white Doctor Robe and his evil red eyes glowed like two jewels.
His Voice was like a storm and howls of the mighty gale.
His face was Pale white like the rolling Fog on a summer morning.
He was Deaths page.
Dr Game fought yet his body was weak try after try his body weker as he did.
And then the room spun like a washer in a dryer.
And Dear dr Game fell into deaths hands.
Dr Game *Coughed* “Where am I? Narcos where are you?” He yelled seemingly groggy.
Their was a woosh of Air and in stepped Narcos he lifted his hand to Dr Games and Pulled him up.
“Dr Game dear brother I was not expecting you” Narcos said smiling.
Then out from the shadows appeared the most Vile of creatures.
The creture was all muscle and looked like he had just been had crafted by a sculptures.
His eyes glowed Red and his hair was a tangle of weeds.
And his hands were large and bulky with cat like claws on them.
He wore a white robe with smart clean buttons down the side.
His legs were like two trees large and covered in spiky hair.
He was as large as two bears and towered over Dr Game.
“Ah dear Game you’ve arrived to take Dr Games place in that world and take control of all aspects of it” From the Depths of his shadowy cape narcos smiled his red eyes glowing with glee.
The creture grunt in answer his shoulders heaving and Pulsing up and down in evil glee.
“HELP” DR Game Yelled his eyes wide with fear.
“Theirs no need to struggle!!!” Narcos said with evil glee. His eyes narrowing into concentration.
“Why shouldn’t I struggle” Dr Game yelled with Anguish.
Then Narcos went to the table “because my dear friend all will be over soon, why struggle there’s no need to struggle your brain will be ours......soon Dr Game soon” He smirked.
He pumped a small needle up and down bringing air into the pressure hose. And he pressed down.
Their was no struggle against his will for our Dear Dr Game the ultimate Anti Hero was dead and all that remaind was his brain.
But freinds that was priesed for the beast Dr Games Fierce intillect was gone.
And all that was left was a fierce numbing pain.
And to the beast his brain went to animate The vile of Games a puppet to Dear old Narcos a doers of evil.
Dear Old DR Game was weak he fought for good yet he lost every time.
And now his struggle was over no pain to be had by our Dr Game all evil was prized from his head and went to dear old Game.
But the master looked down and said to him self this is not right.
And from the grave game did rise through all that had happened Dr Game had fought for the right things.
Though his intenion might have been nigh his heart was in the right place.
And the gamemaster valued this but as he looked down The Game had warped and Buckled the world this had to be stopped.
And He thought he knew how in the ages of ruling he and forgotten but one thing.
And a ring in his mind told him but one thing.
On Planet Game their was a spring to restore all that is good.
Should a Human wear one of the Gamestone the Planets sacrade of ore.
He would be restored to the Masters powers and good forever more he would turn. Forever good he would be.
But DR Game was a stubborn old man wiry with his ways and No he yelled to him self he would not go into it.
Lacros was inlisted to drag dear old game to the planets shore and made him wear it with relish for Dear old Dr Game did not want too.
And he was forced to wear it right their by Lacros the hero of our story and follower to the True gamemaster.
And my freind must end this part of the story for somewhere in another part of the Galaxy narcos is plotting.
“So Gamemaster one on top of me, thats what you think” he hissed and smiled.
Then he called to the Game and ported him to the Planet to Hunt down lacros and bring to him his hide.
But Lacros was too strong he had his wits around him and was not fooled by Narcoses plot and was weary and looked over his shoulder at every chance he did get.
And spied The Games entrance to the world and was there in a blink of an eye with knife and his throat muscle.
The Game Paniced this my freind was a tight situation with no exit in sight Lacros had him sweating.
Nearly and hour had passed and still their was no spring to be found Lacros scouted the Landscape.
The Planetscape was bare not a living creture was there.
But this could not be he thought with a panic.
Then behind him their was a chuckle and then before his side was Narcos.
“Its mine now lacros their is no hope for you now neither for your pitiful master, for I have in my hand all of the Planets but his and if he does not give it up I will kill him” He said with glee.
Lacros looked at him with ill look at him squalor in Power.
There was no end but to die all had died at the Hands of Narcos why not him, why not now.
And then he fell to his knees and in went the cold steel of the Needle all was to be over and then he was dead....
The Gamemaster looked in spite first Alan, Dr Game then AndROMeda who was next on his list was it him he wanted then with flash he was before him.
Narcos looked docile at first not noticing The Gamemaster by his side.
Then finally all was over, all that Narcos had fought for had been accomplished his brother dead, Alan too and their was nothing left but to ease the Pain.
Then All was over no power no my computer no love no lust.
The Computer switched off its glow dying down the master was dead and so was he.
And all was over the fight between technolagys over forever more.
And with a bang the Planet Collided and that was it no more fighting for Narcos, Dr Game or the Gamemaster all were dead.
The sky read with evil and with a flash My Computer was Reborn.
By time meant healing and evil must be stopped for evil was still Alive.
But Nacron was the First to appear.
With A demonic over tone he said what would be the last of what the True Narcos would say: “This world is ours and theirs no one to stop us from takeing it”
The End
