AAOOOSC!: The Mission

The tension.
The panic.
The pressure.
The intensity.
The way he looked at him.
The position the two were in, glaring at each other.
His eyes as cold as ice; his eyes as fierce as blue fire.
Then the battle raged on.
Ribbons of taut light streaked from the one with the cold eye's hand, stretching in slow motion towards the one with the fierce eyes.
The target shielded his face gradually with an abnormally sized arm.
But it wasn't enough.
The light struck him, making its way into his body, flowing through it. He cried out in agony as his collapsed onto his knees with a painful look.
He was no match, no match at all against the cold one.
The attacker sauntered up to him in a sophisticated manner, looking like an evil business man with his spiffy suit and tie.
His dark blond, spiky hair bounced to the movement of his walk while he kept a stern facial expression. He then stopped in front of the fallen one, looming over him.
"It's done," he told him with his hands clasped behind his back, leaning down towards him so that his voice could be clear. "Face it, you have failed. All of you guys had. It's over." He then straightened up and brought his hands in front of him; he began creating a ball of light until it seemed like he had a miniature, lighter version of the sun in his hands. Then, he pushed the ball towards the one on his knees, who hadn't looked up at all.
The ball slowly drifted down towards the fallen one, getting closer and closer with light flowing from behind it; it then made contact with his dipped head and everything snapped back into reality.
"NOOOO!!!" Toews screams, sitting straight up on his bed.
He has his eyes wide open while his heart was pounding loudly and sweat was forming all over him. "No, no, no, no...!" He places his head in his hands, trying to comprehend what he had just witnessed in his sleep. "Patrick, it was Patrick, he was fighting, fighting with his weird powers; then that guy, Kari, yea Kari, struck him and killed him!" He snaps his head back up, starting at the dark with fear. "Oh my goodness, it just might happen. He might die. No, no, I gotta help him, try to get him out of this. Yes, I gotta go, I gotta go!"
While breathing quite hard and loudly, he slips out of bed and dresses into his daytime clothes, which is a long-sleeved white and gray shirt and dark shaded jeans. He then tip-toes out of his room and checks up on John to see if he is still asleep.
And sure enough, he finds him laying on his stomach on his bed, snoring loudly and muttering foreign words softly.
Then like a thief in the night, Toews zooms out of the house, having a fire to save Patrick.
"On opuszcza...on opuszcza," John murmurs in his sleep. "Co? Co masz na myśli? On wyszedł. On odszedł. Nie, to nie może być. Nie tak późno w nocy. Tak, to prawda. Obudź się i zobaczyć na własne oczy." (He is leaving. What? What do you mean? He went out. He is gone. No, that can't be true. Not so late at night. Yes, it is true. Wake up and see for yourself).
John snorts a bit then flutters his eyes halfway open, doing what his subconscious just told him to do. He groans and rubs his eyes, rolling over to his side, facing the tiny desk that is across his bedroom, along with shelves of books that is next to it. "Co-- What? What am I... Oh yea, Toews?" He slowly sits up and stretches with his arms out in the air. "Smalls?" He gets up slowly as an eldery poerson would and shuffles out of his room, across the hallway, and into Toews's room.
"Kid? Are you still abiding in here?" he croaks with his eyes still half open, looking down at the bed that is mixed in with the darkness.
He couldn't see a thing, so he begins patting on the mattress and blankets, getting a horrible thought in his mind.
"Uhhhhh..." He quickly pads over to the doorway and snaps the lights on, illuminating the whole room.
"OH MY--!" He shuts his eyes closed, shunning away the pain of the light. "Imbecilic light, imbecilic light... Gotta espy-- Uggghhhhh..." He cracks his eyes half way open, starting to get used to the light.
And sure enough, the bed is empty.
John makes a horrific look. "Oh no... No, no, no, no, no, NO--!" He freezes in place, trying to process what is going on at the moment. "My subconscious was genuine: Toews did run far remote! But where would he fare‽ Anyone could seize him!" He rushes out of the room and through the kitchen, opening the front door.
He feels the rush of the cool summer air blasting in his face while shouting into the night, "TOEWS!!! JONATHAN TOEWS WHEREABOUTS ARE YOU‽"
"Shut up, Tavares, your lab explosions are enough!" an annoyed woman shouts from a nearby house.
"Crack the books about manners, woman!" He then slams the door as he hears electrical zapping and crashing coming from behind him.
John's eyes widen. "What would that be?" He turns around, facing an intruder.
It is a man with short, little spiked up dark gray shaded hair, a long face with some facial hair, bright gray shaded eyes, and his ears were sticking out. But the scarest part of him is not only the white electricity lined with a glowing blue outline that is running through and around his fingers on each of his hand, but his height. "Tavares...John Tavares, captain of the Islanders; I knew it was you all this time."
"Bishop," John forces out. "Ben Bishop, I presume."
"You got that right." A smirk grows on his face as his electricity intensifies.
"What is your implementation that requires you to be in my homestead in the bewitching hour?"
"What are you doing up, shouting at the neighbourhood, in the middle of the night, huh?"
John makes a disgusted look. "Look, whatever you yearn to..." With hesitation, he snaps his eyes at the electricity, then back up at the goalie. "...converse with me would have to tarry with you for the forenoon--"
With one swift move, Ben zooms up to John and grabs the collar of his night flannel with his hand that he extinguished his lightning from in the process of moving. "I don't have time to wait for tomorrow. Where's the boy?"
"Who?" John has a bewildered look.
"Who else? The person you were shouting for; where is he?"
"Toews?"
"Yes, where is he?" Electricity erupts from the goalie's eyes, extending out to the side of his face as he is getting more frustrated.
"I-I don't have the slightest idea--"
"YOU DON'T KNOW‽"
"No, that's why I was vociferating his forename and surname! Why else would I execute that?"
"Is this a trick?" he hisses between gritted teeth.
"No, no, just remove yourself-- I don't possess him! Go attain some downtime, it's-it's integral for you--"
"SHOW ME WHERE HE IS!!!"
John makes a dark look. "I don't have a clue in which he is at, so BEGONE!!" He shoves Ben off from him, making him tumble backwards, almost losing his balance.
Thunder then rolls from above the house.
"It's not gonna be easy, Tavares," Ben starts, "not one bit. Words don't mean anything--but actions surely do."
"So you're inquiring for a fray then, eh?" John's sleepiness and fear is slipping away with fury and adrenaline replacing them.
"Oh yea, fight 'till one of us drops: I'll leave you alone, or you'll take me to the Blackhawk."
"If I'm unable to compass getting you out of my residency, then so be it." He snaps his hands down to his side, his palms facing his opponent; he cocks an eyebrow with a smirk rising. "It's showtime." He then extends his arms out at the Lightning; streaks of hail emit from his hands, striking Ben in the face.
The goalie tumbles back towards the sliding glass door as lightning flashed from the distance.
John is about to bring another round of cold weather elements, when his opponent jumps back to his feet with lightning-fast reflexes and shoots a tangled ribbon of lightning from each of his hands straight at him.
John responds to the electricity by producing some his own and blasting it against the white lightning.
Then the two are stuck since their powers are colliding with each other, trying to find a weak spot to break through the power and to the source of the lightning.
"You know this is highly perilous!" John shouts over all the crackles and zapping from the lightning. "We can be thrusted off our feet with the force that is being augmented due to all this tension that's arousing! This would turn into a Russian roulette if we persevere with this!"
"I know, I wasn't born yesterday--!"
"So one of us must let go!"
"Well, it's not gonna be me!" Ben pushes his hands towards the lightning, trying to overthrow John's lightning.
"AHHH!!!" The Islander presses back, withstanding the extra force that is added on. "I don't have him in my possession!"
"Quit lying, Tavares, you had him all this time! And we need him!" The electricity from the goalie's eyes grow more brighter, making his eyes white.
"That's true, but that was minutes gone by-- Now, for the nonce, I don't have the slightest clue whereabouts he is!" A mighty roll of thunder grumbles from outside, reflecting the twisted fury John is experiencing.
"You've been watching that show, what was it called, the one you like to watch a lot due to all its boggling mysteries, oh yea, Pretty Little Liars--you've been watching it so much you've become a little liar yourself."
"How did you obtain the cognizance that I scrutinize that‽"
"Technology Manipulation, Tavares!"
Then with rage, John switches his power to rain and blasts rain water at the electricity, breaking through it and hitting Ben's hands and chest.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Ben yells and tumbles onto the ground in a large puddle of water.
John straightens up, taking in large, deep breaths in as he relaxes from all the pressure he had to go through. He then darts his eyes at the Lightning, seeing him squirm while struggling to get up. "Now I comprehend why you chose hockey over swimming as a career," he points out.
"Shut up," Ben snaps harshly under his breath. He gets on his knees and then gradually gets up on his feet. He takes in a deep breath and shoots the Islander a deathly look.
"Can you still continue to carry forth this conflict?" John asks.
"Of course--I'm not the one who gives up so easily; non of us are."
"You're committing the selfsame error, pal." He shakes his head with pursed lips. "I apologize, but I gotta do what I must do." He presses his hands against his chest and leans forward as he feels his power building up inside of him. He then throws his arms out towards his opponent and a wide blast of rain water rushes out from his hands and chest. The water smashes Ben into the glass water and pins him there while it was drenching him good.
"No--fo! Fon fungehn, flo!" Ben yells over the roaring of the water. "Flee--fon' fl-be flih flim! Fon' flu eh!" He coughs out some water and cranes his head up so that his head could be above the water. "Stop! Don't be like him! Don't do it--!" More water gets into his mouth; his eyes begin flickering from electric to regular eyes, but eventually, they return back to normal.
John tries to drown out Ben's cries by the sound of the water, but he hates the fact that he is using the same tactic the person he hates used to defeat the same guy.
But how else could he defeat him for good?
Jihn then gives Ben a break and the goalie then collapses onto the ground, coughing out more water, soaked from head to toe while on his hands and knees.
"Now did you apprehend your lesson?" John asks, tilting his head, looking at the fallen goalie.
Ben's harsh coughing turns into a sinister chuckling. "I've already learned by lesson." Then with one motion he gets up and emits waves of lighting from all around him, filling up the whole room.
"GAHHH!!!" John covers his eyes from the blinding light with his arms; he feels the electricity prick his arms and areas of his face that weren't covered. He was bluffing! He dissimulated his powers with his downfall! I must produce more water to eradicate his powers! It's feasible, it's just that more water is required! How much water is necessitated to put out thirty thousand amps? He quickly does the math in his head. Got it. Then he forms balls of water, cold water this time, in the palms of his hands and extends his arms out once more, feeling the electricity zap him and painfully flow up through his hands as the water escapes from his hands and flows in slow motion to Ben's hands.
Once when the water makes contact with the Ben's hands, he immediately stops emitting electricity and unwilling lets the water get to him.
John sprays more water at him, along with bits of snow and ice, trying to extinguish all the electricity inside of his opponent.
Ben goes down on his knees, trying to protect himself from the weakening water, but his lightning begins to become feeble.
Then after a few moments of washing down, John ceases the water once his job matches up to his calculations. "That's it, fight's over."
Ben has his eyes narrowed, staring at the floor. "No, no, no...not so quick." He then slowly looks up and extends his left hand out at John and emits one ribbon of lightning at him.
Oh shoot, I did my calculations wrong! The Islander quickly whips up more water and blasts it at the Lightning and what the goalie emitted.
Ben droops lowly, placing his arm on the ground.
"Dang it, I was off by one litre," John mutters to himself, rubbing his hand on his head. "Must be how late it is." He then turns back to Ben. "Do you surrender now? Or do you obtain more unanticipated lightning in you?"
The goalie gazes up at the forward with a disgusted look. "You're just like Niemi: no mercy."
John shutters at that, being compared to one of the people he hated the most. "Well, I wasn't gonna let you attain victory, that's for sure."
Ben just stares at him with that same look.
"Now why don't you advance to your vile headquarters and inform your Master the appalling news, eh? Because I obtained victory over you so therefore, I'm not going to locate Toews for you." He crosses his arms.
Ben gets up slowly and squeezes water out from the hem of his suit's coat. "Fine, but next time when we meet, I'll make you pay." He looks up at the ceiling, which has a hole in it due to his entrance, then sighs while looking back at John. He scoffs and lumbers past the Islander and exits through the front door emitting a bad vibe.
John just stands in his living room, staring at his soaked living room. "Toews...now I must search for him. But whereabouts could he be?" He then turns to his left, seeing himself in the mirror that is hung on the wall. He makes an appalled look when he sees he has a full black and white shade, including his eye colour, like as if he is part of a 40s TV show, along with the setting he is in. "Uh-oh."
Then the thunderstorm fades into howling wind.

Notes

Here's a picture of John's fav things: