Zone D -- The Foam

[Enel]

I wipe my chin. I keep having flashbacks.

I throw forth my hand, unleashing a sizzling column of lightning against the poor boy. He’ll be dead before he hits the ground.

Then …

It fades, and he’s still there. Immune? Rubber?

His kick smashes into my sternum, and I go flying.

Is this a premonition? A future that was yet to come?

The great ark is complete! I stand atop it, the craftsmanship a testament to my genius, my mechanical expertise, and the sway I have over the former God’s guard.

He pummels it, completely disregarding my fine work. I rush towards him, confident that my mantra renders me immune to his blows ….

And then the ricocheted hits smash into me, trapping me in a flurry of blows that can’t be detected by my mantra. Of course … if he doesn’t know where they’ll land, I can’t read his mind! I can’t evade them! After what seems like an eternity, the hits stop, and I fly backwards.

I stand. See him turn towards me.

“GOMU GOMU NO …!”

No …!

“BAZOOKAAA!”

NO!

I stop and lean to lean against a nearby building. But there’s … no building?

My vision blurs and I topple sideways onto the floor.

“God!” cries Graowr and flies to my side.

I look up at her. Look down at her rubbery body.

“Get away from me!” I cry, stumbling backwards on my hands and knees. “What …?”

What was I?

Lightning in the sky. My plan stands at its final juncture.

What is this? Why would I …?

I will destroy this land and go to Fairy Vearth.

Is that me?

The only thing that stands before me is one puny mortal. I ready my final attack.

I vomit. My head spins.

I wake up to see the others standing over me. The green one hisses.

“We ssshould take his ssshit.”

I rear up. “Back off, bug-boy! Wait.” I eye him. “Aren’t you the one we janked that necklace piece from?”

He growls. “Ssso you do remember. What’d you do with it?”

I laugh. “I gave it to my servant, Hendy.”

Suddenly the very average and very fucked-up looking mortal man pipes in. “That guy in the colosseum? Man, why’d you give a necklace to a furry?” He half-laughs, bracing his ribs. “The-hey don’t even wear clothes!”

I roll my eyes. “That necklace’s what turned him into that … wolf-thing. Glad I didn’t put it on.”

“No kidding!” He laughs again.

I turn, annoyed, to Graowr. “Where’d you pick these fools up?”

Graowr looks a little brighter than before, a little more like her usual self. Tch. How can one so stupid be so happy? It boggles the brain. “This is uh, Cell,” she gestures to the bug man. “And Archer.”

“Sterling, Archer,” he corrects, arms folded across his bloodied chest.

I rise to my feet. “And I am God. God Enel.”

I don’t extend a hand. Whatever these fools have to say, it can wait.

I need to figure this out. What it means.

God and Friends™ go from C2 to D3.