Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers: Wexl's Requiem is an Epic supplement to both the Early Sunsets Arc and the Zelix Nui Trilogy that was co-authored by BZPower and C.I.R.C.L.E. members Cap'n K & Makar.

1: Wexl
There's a sound emanating around us, drip, drip, drip, drip. It has no real source; it's raining, but over the constant sound of the storm I can hear the dripping sound. It's deafening. I have to strain myself in order to snap my concentration away from it and pay attention to Amaran. Any other day, I'd be elated to be this close to her, to be talking to her, but now it's so difficult to stay tuned with reality. It's as if I'm observing through a foggy window. “Wexl,” she says, snapping me back to reality. “Oh...” I start, and then reply, “Yeah, sorry. Sorry, I'm still here.” “Look at the ceremonial vine. Look at how it's glowing. Beautiful, isn't it?” “Yeah,” I agree slowly. It takes effort just to speak. The Matoran around the vine begin to chant louder. Their eyes are glowing now, reflecting the brightness of the bioluminescent plant in the center of all of them. Their hands are all linked, and they march in circles around the vine. “Wexl?” Amaran says again. “Sorry,” I say through the incessant 'drip, drip, drip, “it's just... erm, they look really creepy, don't they?” “Yeah...” “Almost as if...” Burst into flames burst into flames burst into flames “...almost as if...” Burst into flames burst into flames burst into flames “..almost as if it will burst into flames.” “That's quite morbid, wouldn't you say, Wexl? Wexl? Wexl? That's really morbid.” Her voice is ancient... cadaverous. She sounds like a skeleton, like an automaton. Do I dare look? I turn slowly, my head pivoting around on my neck. The drip, drip, drip is still deafening. My neck makes an immense creaking noise. Do I dare look? “Wexl? Wexl? Wexl?” I see her. Her face is burned, caved in. She's nothing but a skeleton coated in wax, wax that was once real flesh and armor, melting, melting. She stares at me, her terrible jawbone opening and closing. “Wexl? Wexl? Wexl?” I scream. This can't be happening. Drip, drip, drip. Around me, my friends burn. Kenzik collapses in two parts, his metallic organs and intestines spilling out like ropes, like snakes. Zoryx burns and melts like Amaran. “Wexl? Wexl? Wexl?” they all cry. Rukoua screams for help, her tentacles reaching for me. She's an animated torch. Burning. Burning alive. Her tentacles reach for me. “Wexl! Help me! Help me!” she screams. Rukoua dives on me, tentacles flailing about. Then they are all upon me, burning me, pulling me into the ashes. Drip, drip, drip. I woke up screaming. From above, the charcoaled remains of a tree drips small drops of water onto my mask. The tears obscuring my vision, I turned onto my stomach and screamed and cried.

2: Makar
I once heard that silence was golden, but now as I sit here in my cell, I've realized that silence only leads to insanity. At least in my case. Ever since my “betrayal”, I've been placed in this small barred cell/box thing on the Order's ship. The two idiot Toa who watch my cell were instructed not to speak, a little gift from Capko I suppose. Though they do slip up occasionally and it sickens me to hear their gibberish. It's been four days since I've been imprisoned here and Capko doesn't plan to stay much longer on the now burnt island. They've only stayed so long to make sure there were no survivors. This night is as a dark and as quiet as the others have been, making it hard for me to stay sane. A light appeared then, only a few bio from my cell. Is this my imagination?, I thought. It couldn't have been my imagination, it looked too real and too bright. The light came closer and I had to shield my eyes from its' glowing. A figure appeared along with the growing light, which I now could tell was a torch. The fire-light was reflected off of its' orange and onyx armor and its'... axe, that was strapped to its' belt. “Hello traitor,” a cool and oddly calm voice said, “have you enjoyed your stay in this little space? You should thank me for being so generous for giving you even that. I could have killed you right away, but I decided to let you have a proper execution. Isn't that fair?” I stared at the creature I recognized as Capko in annoyance. “What do you know of fair? You call slaughtering an island of innocent Matoran fair?” “Those Matoran were a threat to the well-being of Mata Nui,” he said those words in a strangely monotone and careless way. It sounded as if he was hiding something and really could care less about the Great Spirit. “You don't seem to be too worried about that?” I questioned accusingly. Waving off the question carelessly, Capko continued, “I just came to tell you that we're leaving soon, in about two days to be exact. We also have not found your little friend that you tried to save with your silly shielding powers. Whether he's still alive or not, every creature on this forsaken island will be killed with my lovely gas machines. I'll even let you watch, another little gift from me.” Anger swelling within me, I sprang at him, slipping my hands through the bars to reach for his throat. With a mere flick of his hands, I felt supercharged Electricity shoot up my spine and through my appendages. I fell back in agony. “Fool,” Capko spat as he moved away from my cage. I would have watched him leave with an angry glare but I began to slip into unconsciousness, praying to the Great Spirit that Wexl had escaped from the island... somehow.