Page 139 of Legacy of Danger
Time to feed his gift with exactly what it craved. Time to fullybecomedanger.
Those previous encounters were rehearsal.
Not caring what it did to his mind or body, he spread out his arms and blanked his mind, gritting his teeth as he let go of control. No longer did Vaughn fight his power's insistence to transform him into a weapon.
The enlarging force grew around him and pushed outward. Virtual crystals in the sphere grew into long spikes fixed into the surface, each crystal a spear of pure hatred for the thing.
No one messed with Vaughn's family.
No one messed with Mariah.
That creature wanted his soul? Fine. Vaughn would give him every last drop.
With interest.
A pulsing surge of energy rose from the soles of his feet, moving through his body and building power, growing until it became a roaring tidal wave of rage, threatening to consume him, funneling everything he had into the spears. He could control it but just barely.
Vaughn's ears rang, and all sound around him disappeared as his ability approached critical mass.
The suspended spears quivered, sticking out of the virtual sphere.
Somehow he held it back, every muscle in his body shaking with the effort to remain upright.
"Get back, you guys," he gritted out. His voice sounded like he was in a thick barrel.
"Why?" Garrison panted.
"Fucking do it. Get behind a tree or something. Now!" No way to aim this mess. He could only hope he wouldn't wipe everyone out when he let it fly.
It was time. He pushed Mariah toward his brothers and stared down the red-eyed bastard.
Putting every last ounce of hatred for that creature into the virtual ball of fury, he lengthened the spikes.
And...
Like a cannon firing in all directions, the sphere exploded outward, blasting spears into the creature.
A howl—an air raid drill, wild animal, and fire engine mashed together—expelled from his head. Vaughn would make that monster pay for hurting Mariah, and he didn't give one single fuck what the effort cost him personally.
Fireworks blasted across his field of vision and boomed in his ears.
The creature screamed again. "You will not prevail. The legacy will be my first feast when I enter this human world. Count the days until my dominion upon the Earth begins anew."
"Count this, bastard." A second migraine-inducing wave of rage flooded his senses, and he gave himself over to the ability once more. "One." The bubble reformed, bigger and stronger this time. "Two." The crystal shards held steady, vibrating and ready to go.
Time stopped.
He had fully become danger. He would protect what was his.
"Three, fucker." A horrible blast came from him, sucking him dry.
The screech stopped.
Nothing.
No sound. No movement. Nothing.
Mariah? Was she alive?
