Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Red Baron ❯ The Call ( Chapter 26 )

The Red Baron

 

The Call

 

The days had gone by and by then, the police had almost given up on any lead to the whereabouts of Andy, the brother of the Red Baron. Carlos's mother was on the verge of her own depression that sank lower than anything before. To her, the son was already lost. It was as if she knew, as if she had seen it happen.

 

The Red Baron's mother had explained to him that in her dreams, her nightmares, she has seen her son and his brother engulfed by a shadow of darkness as if he were drowning in it. The way she described it was much too horrible for any normal human to withstand.

 

The Red Baron was very much frightened his mother's imaginary testimony of Andy's death. It didn't help him any to be hearing of such tales about his brother. He alone, aside from the few select others, knew of Andy's fate, though they could not comprehend its details. It was the Red Baron's mission to find out just what happen to his younger brother.

 

The White Warrior, also disturbed by the dreams, did know what they meant. She could tell this was the work of darkness, feeding the mother cruel jokes of darkness and having her crave her son in vanity. Though she knew that something terrible had indeed befallen the Red Baron's younger brother, the question was still what the fate entailed.

 

From her experiences, such dreams gave enough clues to answer the question. But it was this one in particular that was being extra nasty and its true meaning could not be interpreted unless Andy was truly and literally swallowed by darkness. If that were the case, then what darkness had him?

 

The White Warrior did not tell the Red Baron what she knew. To her, this information would only upset him even more but would do nothing to help find is lost brother and possibly save him from whatever cruel plan the Dark Baron had in store for him. Chances were, anyway, that they were already too late.

 

At first, the Red Baron thought he could depend on his ability to sense the Dark Baron's presence and hopefully find him and destroy him. Yet, the night of the kidnapping, The Red Baron had lost the ability to sense the great evil of the Dark Baron. It was as if he simply vanished from the Earth and had gone away like before his release. But he knew this could not be true.

 

The Red Baron, however, could not tell the others of his ability to scope out the Dark Baron. He wasn't 100% sure why is filled him with great fear to mention it to his friends and partners or even his master. He felt a weakness in it. And now with that weakness gone, there would have been possibility of peace. Of course, with the absence of his brother, nothing was going to be peaceful again.

 

It was on this day that every idea was about to change.

 

As the Red Baron entered his home after training with Vanessa and Master Janus, the Red Baron had heard the phone ring. Meditating on the day's activities and the shock of losing his brother, the phone had caught him with great surprise. Regaining his composure, the Red Baron snapped out of his dazed and confused state and made his way to the phone.

 

The Red Baron, thinking it was probably his mother or his father checking in on him, he was ready to answer to them. They had been calling him quiet often since the disappearance of his brother, which was understandable. So as he picked the phone off the hook, he answered with a simple hello.

 

“Hello?”

 

No one answered him back.

 

“Hello?”

 

It was now that the Red Baron heard some shallow breathing. The sound of it hinted a person trying desperately to gain every bit of air that would go through him. But soon, that person spoke.

 

“Carlos…”

 

The Red Baron nearly dropped the phone as he immediately recognized the voice over the phone.

 

“Car…los…”

 

It was Andy.

 

“ANDY! Andy! Where are you? Is that you?! Where are you?”

 

The breathing continued as pathetically as it had before. It was even hard to tell that Andy was alive at all. But he tried to speak.

 

“He…Help me brother.”

 

Then the phone was cut off and the dial tone sounded. The Red Baron was furious with what he just heard, but it was what he next felt that really sent him over the edge.

 

At that moment, he could once again feel a dark presence. It as dark like that of the dark Baron, but it wasn't his. It was different. Nevertheless, the Red Baron was not ready to back down. Without giving it much more thought, he ran back out the door and with a quick power up, the Red Baron blasted off into the midday sky and flew at full speed toward the energy signal he was feeling.

 

But just as suddenly as he felt it, the power went away. Surprised, the Red Baron fell out of the air and landed in an empty parking lot. He had felt the energy come to this area but it vanished before he could arrive.

 

What's going on? Where is he? Why isn't he here? Where is the Dark Baron?!

 

It was at that moment that a nearby pay phone began to ring. The Red Baron wasn't taken by as much surprise this time around but he no longer liked the way this was beginning to turn out.

 

The Red Baron walked up to the phone and picked it up and answered.

 

“Hello?”

 

Again, Andy's voice came up, but this time it seemed my rasped, rougher.

 

“Carlos…help me. Save…me.”

 

Then, the Red Baron felt the power flux again and without any delay, flew back into the sky to the position he could sense. But yet again, the power died. And yet again, the phone rang and his brother called to him.

 

“Carlos, where are you?”

 

It happened again and again. The phone rung, the Red Baron flew, and the circle kept going. Soon, it began to drive the Red Baron insane to hear his brother.

 

The Red Baron tired hard to sense his being, sense something that indicated his brother was alive but he could feel nothing. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing but the voice of his brother call out to him, only getting deeper, rougher.

 

Until he came to his final phone. He picked it up again, like any of the other phones. But this time, he could not tell it was his brother. It was a voice, as rough and as deep as he could tell and feel form his brother. But there was no longer a desire to be saved.

 

“You will die, Baron!”

 

And the phone began to ring, ring loudly and strong. It was as if the phone was being processed and taken over. It began to send out some ort of harmonic sound that made the Red Baron hold his ears in pain.

 

The Red Baron tired to struggle and free himself from the grasp of this spell and with one powerful swing of his arm; the Red Baron fired a white ball of energy and sent it slamming into the phone booth, destroying it.

 

Then, all was silent. All was peaceful. All was quiet. The Red Baron tried to take this opportunity to gather his thoughts, and to somehow deal with the ear that now haunted him, the fear that he heard coming form his brother and the fearful voice that had just come out of it.

 

But this opportunity was short lived as the very earth he stood on began to shake. The wind in the area began to spiral uncontrollably and very unnaturally. The Red Baron began to shake as a dark presence began to form in front of him. The sky became as gray as the monsoon season.

 

If the Red Baron didn't know any better, he would have thought the world was coming to an end. But that darkness was like something he had felt before. And soon, he became of where he had felt that darkness. It was at him home.

 

The cement and pavement in front of him began to from into a whirlpool looking spiral as it sucked all things down to its center. The Red Baron could feel its pull and jumped back in time t see the remains of the phone booth simply get grabbed into the vortex like a black hole.

 

Then, the vortex began to radiant a dark glow and bursts of electrical power began to spark from it. The pool turned black with dark energy and a figure began to rise from its center. The figure came to the surface, closing the vortex underneath her.

 

Soon, the Red Baron realized who it was and anger began to fill his heart and soul. Rage was consuming him and he felt it burn within him like a building set ablaze. The figure that came from the vortex was a woman the Red Baron knew well.

 

She wore a tight leather tank-top looking top with tight fitting pants like they were custom made. Pieces of the same material hung from 8 different angles of the belt line like a stripped black daisy. Her hair was jet black and long, long to her waist. The arms and legs were slender but sturdy looking and she showed decent looking body form.

 

Though a beauty to perhaps many, the Red Baron only saw her as an instrument of the Dark Baron, an evil tool. She was the one who robbed him of his brother. She was Diana. And with her bright red lips and her pale cheeks, and her pale skin, blew an insulting kiss toward the Red Baron.

 

“Wow, cutie. You think guys had a little more respect while in the presence of a beautiful woman, wouldn't you think?”

 

The Red Baron wasn't listening; he was only preparing to attack and to kill the woman that now stood in front of him.

“You fool. You have no idea what or who you are preparing to battle. I have the powers handed to me by my master and lover, the Dark Lord, who you also call a Baron. He truly is a Baron of Evil. He is the Dark Baron. It will be this name that creates your death, you worthless human.”

 

Her voice was cold and dark, like that of the evil queen in Snow White. It was the voice of a seductress, a seductress of evil who could only be tamed with greater power, the power her lover, the Dark Baron, processed.

 

The Red Baron was ready to battle.

 

“You will pay for whatever you have done to my brother. For every part of him hurt, it will be 100 times you die you slutty bitch!”

 

Diana could only giggle and laugh at the statement.

 

“My, Baron, I can see you truly possess a spark that I like in a man. You crave power and darkness. I can sense it. I can feel it. You desire so much that you will not receive here. You will become another trinket to add to my master's processions. You will be lower than your brother!”

 

The Red Baron had enough and transformed at that moment! With a powerful yell of rage, he became the Red Baron truly. The power was sent into every part of his body and he let it fill him, fill him to do his bidding: kill the woman! Kill Diana!

 

“Very well, Baron. Then you will join him tonight! My master will have his way.”