บท 243: 243. The War Part II
Dark faced against Mr. President. "Then... That's my purpose... To kill you... where the whole world is watching..."
"You'd be painted as a terrorist in my nation and a hero in your nation..." said Mr. President. "Actually... At this very moment... You already are..."
"I'm... I'm no hero... And you attacked me first."
"Americans don't give a fuck about who attacks first, you idiot. Americans care about one thing... And that is that we win the war. That we are right... That we are the heroes... That we are the ones with glorious purposes... That we are the ones destined for greatness... Because America deserves to win. America breathes in patriotism. The very foundation of the American people is patriotism. Without it... America wouldn't live anymore..."
"America can still stand as a state!"
"No... It can't..." Doughnut points at Dark as two figures, "White-Face" and "Rojo" attack Dark, both wielding katanas.
Smoke bombs drop to the ground as Mr. President entered them, hiding from Dark.
*SHING*
Dark blocks Rojo's katana and exchanges sword slashes with him. Dark slashes left, right, and left spin, and strikes Rojo, who blocks it with his katana.
"Look, man..." said Rojo. "I may be a clone, but I have his memories... his feeling... his heart... I'm more than just a clone... I'm a person... So... I ain't just gonna let you walk away with what you did with my genetic ancestor's family. I'll kill you, Dark."
Dark slashes his katana toward Rojo over and over.
"I don't want to do this!" yelled Dark.
"You have to... Dark..." Rojo points his katana at Dark's nose. "You have to..."
Rojo clashed swords with Dark. He warps out his katana and bites it as he slashed it at Dark.
Dark backs away and exchanges swords with Rojo.
*CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!*
"We can't keep doing-!!!"
*SHING*
Dark blocks a katana behind him. This katana came from another mysterious ninja, White Face.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Dark squints his eyes.
The ninja slashes his katana toward Dark over and over as Dark blocks both katanas with a single strike.
Dark backs away and prepares a chudan stance.
Dark sneers as he woges out his wings, phasing out of his clothes and ticking.
*tik tik tik tik tik tik tik*
"Wrry...." whispered Dark. "Don't do this... This Stand-Off... This... I don't want this... I want to do justice for you fallen family..."
"My family was taken out by your hand... How can you do justice for my family?"
Dark's eyes began to go teary. "I think... I have an idea... I'll have to make them rest in peace..."
"I see..." Rojo squinted his eyes.
"I'm sorry, old friend... I have to go all out..."
Dark squints his eyes.
The three stare at each other.
Dark charges.
*THWIP THWIP*
Half a second. Half a second and Dark clashed swords with "White-Face". Rojo stares at Dark with dead eyes.
"You're pretty quick..." commended Dark. "You, however... Ambrose Jefferson... I apologize..."
Rojo's head slides off of his neck as his body drops dead on the ground.
Tears fall from Dark's eyes. "Wrry..." he whispered. "Useless... Useless... Useless! Useless! Useless! Muda muda muda muda muda!!!"
White Face stared at Dark silently.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" asked Dark.
*THWIP*
*CLANG TING TING TING CLANG CLANG!!!*
Dark and White-Face stare at each other.
Dark slashes his katana toward White-Face once more.
"Huh..." whispered Dark.
Meanwhile...
Hercules sighs as he blows up the last soldier.
Hercules sighs as his eyes quiver.
Another Hercules floats down behind him.
"Hello," said Hercules.
A tag is written on his chest. "Herculean." He is naked but wears armored shorts.
"Clone, huh?" asked Hercules. "What's your Stand?"
"GOLD EMPEROR!!!" yelled Herculean, as a Stand that looks exactly like Golden Sun appears.
Gold Emperor exchanged punches with Golden Sun as Hercules sighed. "We don't have to fight..."
*BOOM BOOM POW POW POW*
"Please..." sighed Hercules. "I am so tired of all this bloodshed..."
Herculean blasts his fists into Hercules.
"Come on... You're me!" Hercules spins and kicks Herculean away. "At least... a past version of me... Who looks younger... Way younger... When they cloned you, did you come out like that or did you do like... pilates?"
Herculean hissed.
"Yeah, yeah! I know that we didn't use to talk a lot before!" sighed Hercules. "I'm sorry for talking to you this way! But I like speaking English! You're probably either in the stage when I was in the forests of Greece or... when I was in the forests of Daxon... or Vortex 9."
Herculean hisses.
"Boy, those cloning spells sure are a pain..." sighed Hercules. "Can we not fight and kill each other? Please? I have a no-killing therapeutic diet. Please!"
Herculean hisses once more.
"Dude! Come on!" yelled Hercules. "Can we please not?"
Hercules hisses sadly.
"Yeah... I know... I chose America because I thought that the American Dream was something big, you know! I always thought that everyone in this land had a chance... But then... I realized that only America had this freedom... and I didn't like it... Next thing I knew...A giant sea monster killed a town of 37 thousand people... And... I was painted as a failure for it.America is a simple and beautiful soul... It's naive... It's dumb... like me... easily swayed by bad... really bad people... And that's why I'm here... to deck those guys in the schnozz.*sigh...*I feel that this is more of a Dark story than a Hercules story... Ah well...It's my book in the sequel...Oh! Here's a move I learned from the Saiyans of the DBZA Universes!Gallick Gun..."
Hercules puts his wrist on his palm and pulls out purple Ki.
Herculean backs away in fear.
*PEW*
Herculean's face disintegrates and melts, killing him.
"Sorry, man... You insisted..." sighed Hercules.
Mr. President floats down behind Hercules.
"Hello, Hercules..." sneered Mr. President as his top hat glowed with energy.
His top hat becomes like a humanoid with the top hat as its head. It wears a nice tailed-tux and is rather slender. It has black pants, a white polo, a black bow tie, black shoes, and white gloves. The Stand's eyes are on the hat. Its eyes are goggles with flashlights on them.
It says, "Wrry..."
"Hercules... America's broken hero... Joined an assassination organization for failing America... You know... I can give you a better life... If you fight for the other side... The right side..." Mr. President said. "America's side... The winner's side..."
"This is war, Doughnut..." said Hercules. "There are no winners."
Hercules turns around-...
"MUDA!!!"
*SPLAT*
Yuki looks up as she decapitated another soldier. "No..."
Dark looks up as he clashed swords with White Face. "Herc..." he quietly said.
Hercules looks down and sees that Mr. President punched a hole in his torso.
Hercules' lips trembled as he drooled blood.
"Forgive me, Heracles of Thebes..." sneered Mr. President. "I am doing this for the right reasons... Remember that as you rise into the cosmos..."
Hercules drops to the ground, bleeding.
"Y-You're... fast..." Hercules coughs blood.
"But I'm faster."
"ORA!!!"
*POW*
Mr. President barely blocked Star Platinum's attack.
Miguel squints his eyes as he stared down with MrMiguel squints his eyes as he stared down with Mr. President.
"Mr. President," nodded Miguel.
"President Reaper," Mr. President's sneer disappears. "I broke you..."
"Just JoJo now," sighed Miguel. "And yeah... you did. But then again... JoJos tend to come back stronger every time someone breaks us down.Dark called me."
"YEAH I FUCKING DID!!!" yelled Dark, enraged.
"ORA!!!"
"MUDA!!!"
*BANG*
The two Stands meet each other's fists.
"Herc... You okay?" asked Miguel.
Hercules nods as Yuki teleports and tries to lift him.
Dark, meanwhile, carves a portal in the ground and dodges White-Face's slash.
Dark teleports to the roof and grabs Hercules along with Yuki.
The two of them nod to Miguel and teleport away.
"You know... If you fight me, too..." said Mr. President. "You'll be painted as the world's greatest villain."
Miguel looks around the town and sees that everyone is doing normal things like walking around the streets and going about their daily lives. It's night. Some go to their offices. Others enjoy the pleasantries of night. Others beg for money. "No one is affected by the battle of the White House that just happened."
Mr. President laughs softly. "So?"
"That means your Stand Ability isn't mind control... It's the ability to be above the law. It's the ability to telepathically affect people in such a way that you're immune to American law. Some can resist it... But in the end? Every American is powerless against you."
Trumpet looked down in shame.
"I thought this was a democratic country! You're practically a dictator! It defeats the purpose of your argument-!"
"My argument... Hahahaha... My argument is that patriotism must exist in the eight worlds... If not..." Doughnut shakes his head. "The world has no meaning to me..."
"THIS WAR IS KILLING MILLIONS!!!" yelled Miguel.
"WARS MAKE NATIONS!!! Don't you see? With this war... people will end up working together for the betterment of their countries! I am the 50th President of America who is about to finish his term!!! Fitting that I'm the one who either wins and is the greatest president... or loses and be the last president. Either way is a fitting end to my Goddamned reign."
"This war will kill millions..."
"AND IT WILL SAVE BILLIONS OF PEOPLE!!! 56 BILLION PEOPLE IN YOUR HANDS, JOJO!!!" yelled Mr. President. "Each nation needs a common enemy to unite against. The nation you made? What's their common enemy, huh? Nothing! Thus, the nation you made will never be stable... Because it lacks tradition... culture... religion... MYTHS AND LEGENDS that form something bigger than just the nation! A Superpower."
"You're insane," said Miguel.
"The world's fate is decided... with a single Stand-Off. And who you choose to be will be decided with a single-..."
"ORA!!!"
"MUDA!!!"
The Stand's fists meet once more.
"GODDAMN IT!!! I WAS MONOLOGUING!!!"
"And I was not caring."
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA-!!!"
"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA-!!!"
The pair yelled. "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"
The Stands blasted fists at each other as the pair stared at each other as if the other was scum.
"Hay Naku..." sighed Miguel. "You know... We don't have to fight."
"We do, coward!"
Doughnut blasts his Stand's fists toward Miguel as Miguel wears Star Platinum.
Miguel sighs as he then takes out Gold Experience and tries to disable Doughnut's Stand by touching Doughnut, but Doughnut laughs as he steps back 15 meters away. Miguel continually approaches him.
"I almost forgot... Gold Experience disables your Stand... then the whole world will know what a fucking asshole you are," Miguel squints his eyes.
"I'm trying to save this world! How am I the villain if most of the world agrees with what I do!"
Miguel sighs. "Hay Naku... That's where you fucked up, man... You're too caught up with who is the hero or who is the villain... There are no heroes... There are no villains... It is no good or bad... Just people who choose their side... People who choose who they are... In fact... I don't want to fight you right now... I just want what's best for my people. And what's best for my people is an act of goodness... So please... stop fighting and stand down... Or both of us will regret what will happen next."
Doughnut looks down. For a moment, just a moment, he thought, "What if the world could unite as one? What if... I was wrong?NAH!!!"
"MU-!!!"
*SPLAT*
Doughnut slowly looks down as Star Platinum stops its hand on Doughnut's chest, disabling his Stand.
"Let's do this the old-fashioned way," Miguel woges into an Aswang as his wings tick. Wolf's head. Dark blue fur. Needle-like fangs. Black claws. Slouching humanoid bodies. Black eyes. Glowing blue irises that turn fully black after a split second.
Beside them is the American flag from earlier, burning with blood smudged all over, but still waving in the wind.
Doughnut woges into an Aswang as well. He snarls and barks. His wings tick as the two go on all fours and slouch as they stare at each other, dead in the eyes.
They begin to circle each other, hungrily drooling acidic saliva.
They growl as they charge and try to bite at each other's necks.
The pair claw at each other like animals and try to go for the neck.
They hiss, growl, roar, and bark at each other, snarling.
"WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" The pair growled.
Doughnut punches Miguel, who punches back and claws his ear.
Doughnut bites and mauls Miguel's neck. Miguel whines.
*ROAR*
Dark, woged into an Aswang, pounces, and claws at Doughnut.
The two Aswangs, Miguel and Dark, blast their fists at Doughnut and bite into his flesh.
Doughnut growls and barks as he claws into Miguel's eye, causing Miguel to howl in pain.
Doughnut bashes Miguel's face over and over, enraged and disgusted that he dared to think the opposite of what he was taught.
Dark bites into Doughnut's shoulder, but Doughnut slams Dark into the pillar, knocking him out.
"Come on, Doughnut..." sighed Miguel, in his deep animalistic voice. "I'm 39 years old... Call me young... But I've been through enough to know that this won't end well for you... Because fighting me... is a bad idea...I don't want to fight you... I don't want to be painted as the bad guy... But if you keep fighting me..."
Doughnut growls as he kept on clawing into Miguel's arm. His blood splatters all over.
"...I'll kill you..." whispered Miguel.
Doughnut offers a bite as Miguel grabs his jaw and his snout and tore his lower jaw off.
Doughnut is forced to woge back to his human form as Miguel, still in his Cryptid form, bashed Doughnut's jawless face and bashed it over and over again.
"I don't care if I'm the bad guy!" sobbed Miguel. "All I care about is that I fight for what I believe in!Sure... call me a fool... But I'm far too proud with myself to agree with you."
Doughnut, with his teeth showing, bleeds heavily from his mouth, gargling blood.
"Goodbye..." said Miguel as he clawed Doughnut's chest, stabbing it with his claws.
Dark then warps out his katana, Dark Moon, and decapitated Doughnut's head.
*SPLAT*
The two stare at Doughnut's headless and mangled corpse, which drops to the ground, as the Amerian flag behind them falls to the ground.
"Hay Naku..." Miguel fell flat on the ground, woging back to his human form.
So did Dark.
The two of them pant, bleeding on the ground.
"I swear to God... all I wanted... was a little bit of everything... all of the time... a bit of everything all of the time..." sang Miguel. "Apathy's a tragedy and boredom is a crime... I'm finished whining and now I'm outside..."
"I'm a Superhero..." Dark laughed, crying. "I'm a fucking Superhero."
"I'm somewhat proud of you... Oddly enough..."
"Shut the fuck up, JoJo..."
Behind them, a Filipino agent of Miguel's waves the now-cleaned Philippine flag from Miguel's office proudly.
But... Miguel shakes his head. "Is this what it felt like to colonize a nation?"
"Does it feel good?" asked Dark.
"No. Not at all," said Miguel. "In the end... my mind and body are Miguel JoJo's... a Filipino... but my soul... is a white man's... Giorno Giovanna's...In the end... we're both bad guys... Because we're fucking politicians... Or maybe we're good guys, too... I dunno... This little feud of ours caused multiple deaths, Dark... That's why... I'm stepping down. I don't deserve to be the eight worlds' leader. Not because of my race... not because of my blood... but because of the lives that I helped butcher tonight. Fuck life, man..."
"Politicians..." Dark shook his head.
"The only good person here probably is Herc over there," said Miguel. "He's not even one of us. He's an alien."
"Aliens..." Dark shook his head.
"Methinks that I need to catch a break for now... because this-..." Miguel sees everyone who was killed by his and Doughnut's hand in just this one house alone. "...this is horrible. Doughnut's right. I'm practically Hitler... But because I won, I'll be painted as the hero. Hero of this new nation I created. They'll fight for me... Believe in me... Even if I'm just a guy in a Halloween costume who only wanted a little bit of everything... all of the Goddamned time... for everyone. Now, I know we can't have that. Because I fucked up... I... fucked up... Dark... I'm in ruins..."
Dark sighs. "You're not Hitler," he said. "There's a difference between you and them."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"You cared about everyone. Not just your people. You cared about everyone in the eight worlds. You're not that bad of a guy, JoJo... That's why I look up to you. You don't care about Glory or Gold. It's God you care about... and His people. You're what Marcos should've been."
"'God?' I only achieved Glory... Global dominance. Also, I didn't enforce my religion into the world... God... I feel gross..."
"Being self-aware that you're a douchebag doesn't make you less of a douchebag."
"Sadly... even I can't live up to that truth having... this... horrible sight... Cities were bombed in my name... People fought for Doughnut... *chuckles...* I really thought we had a chance."
"So did I, JoJo...So did I."
Miguel gives a thumbs up.
"What the fucking shit is that? Put that down."
"It's a symbol."
"That's disgusting. Put that down."
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