The Watch – Part 144:

Why was he wanting to fight me? He just saw what I did. He can’t possibly have another plan up his sleeve, one even more devastating than the last? I’m not afraid of him anymore. I can look into his eyes and not be affected by his insanity. But should I be afraid now that I am able to bypass that? Is he going to use that to his advantage? What can he possibly do to knock me back down again? He mentioned how he knows some of the watch’s secrets. Is that what he’s going to do? Use the watch’s secrets to his advantage. I can’t see how he could do that now when everything he has done so far is totally in the wrong direction of that goal, but I guess that’s why they call them secrets: You don’t know them until you do, and when you do, it’s too late, everything is revealed and you can’t do a thing about it.

Damn him. He’s making me think. He’s making me question everything again. Does he really know any secrets? I wouldn’t believe him even if he showed some of those secrets to me. Maybe he’s trying to find that one perfect plan that will successfully infiltrate my mind?

I hate him. I hate him more than I’ve ever hated anything before in my entire life. I want him gone now. Right this very second. Gone forever. Never to come back.

But, what if I look at this at a different angle, apply some intelligence to the matter, look logically between the lines and see what’s really behind his eyes. First of all, he’s waiting patiently. No person without an agenda waits patiently, especially when that agenda is taking the most powerful object in the Universe away from someone else. He’s waiting for me to break mentally. I have to try and block his magic out. How do I do that? Maybe I can hide my thoughts from him. That's what he wants isn't it? To read my thoughts and act accordingly. I have to try. That's all I can do. I have to try and block my thoughts, push them down. Any and all ideas I have must be kept safe. That would mean I'm allowing the ideas to develop without any help from the foreground thoughts. I'm not sure if I can do that, but I have to try.

His words are powerful, maybe even laced with some kind of magic that can sneak its way into my body by riding on the sound waves, piercing my eardrums, latching onto my brain, making me think. A bit far-fetched, but I can’t dismiss it entirely. If it isn’t that, then maybe he knows me, tapping into the person I once was before I got the watch, waiting for the old me to break through, defeat me from the inside out, then he can strike. Or maybe, he doesn’t have a plan. Maybe he is waiting there, ready for me to strike? Maybe he has really run out of ideas. That doesn’t sound like him at all. There’s a method to his madness. If I am fighting him and that is what he wants, then I could be walking into a trap, but I don’t have to worry about traps. I can do anything. I can break out of any kind of trap. I can do anything I want, however I want, whenever I want to do it. Now I’m just going around in circles.

My anger towards him is increasing tenfold with every second that I’m thinking about what he’s up to. Why, with all of my powers, am I still falling for his mind games?

No matter how hard I try, he’s always one step ahead of me.

I’m sick and tired of him being one step ahead. It’s about time I pull myself together. With a single attack, I closed a portal that was seemingly indestructible, if that doesn’t say that I’m not to be messed with, then nothing will. Unfortunately, that message hasn’t sunk in. I’m going for it. I’m going to attack him with everything that I’ve got. I don’t care what he has up his sleeve, I’m going to put a stop to it immediately, once and for all, and then I’m going to put a stop to him, make him never want to set foot on this planet, in this Universe ever again.

‘Bring it on,’ I said. I started to run towards him, hell-bent on nothing else but getting rid of him. He smiled.

He stretched out his arms and, all at once, every single Monster that was on this planet appeared in front of me. Hundreds and hundreds, possibly even thousands, materialised in a single second, standing behind him, ready to strike. I stopped running and stared at these creatures. This was his backup plan: Give himself an army. That portal has been just a setup for his big finale. He knew I would close the portal eventually, but that didn’t matter to him for everything was already in place the moment it opened. I’m finally getting the chance to see them up close, and I cannot tell you how nasty each and every one of them were. Some looking like dragons, some skeletons, werewolves, vampires, some even looking like a combination of all three, every mystical creature that ever were staring at me in the eyes. His army extended as far as the eye could see, and possibly even further. I didn’t even know there were that many Monsters on this planet, devouring every known place as much as possible, claiming this world as their own, and now they were coming for me.

I wouldn't mind having a good idea right about now.

Then an idea popped into my head, and it was the best idea I've ever had. Somehow, my subconscious got hold of my worry and quickly developed an idea, under the radar. Magician doesn't know anything about this. For once, I'm one step ahead of him, maybe. No, I am, maybe. No, I am... maybe. The idea was strong, but that doesn't mean it will work. It'll have to work. It's all I have left. Magician has surprised me with so many plans, it became increasingly annoying. My idea starts of like this...

            Then I smiled.

            ‘Gotcha.’

TO BE CONTINUED…