Theodore and Frederick: Dead Men Tell Interesting Tales
Theodore sat in the void that was his afterlife. He'd spoken to the dozens of souls that shared the void with him over the last few... How long had it been? Time seemed to stretch on eternally here with no changes in heat or lighting to suggest the passing of it. He felt no hunger or fatigue or... Much of anything. The afterlife was boring. So of course he'd spent most of his time talking.
It was while lying down with his eyes closed for lack of anything better to do that it happened. He felt... warmth. At first, he thought it was an illusion. Some trick of his fading sanity. Then he heard a voice.
"Dr. Theodore Lovelace. If you can hear me, please respond. Your friend the Judge would like to have one last conversation. He could need some closure, and, if you are like most other spirits, so do you."
Opening his eyes, he could see a haze of color. It looked almost like the real world. He was going to dismiss it until he saw him; Frederick!
Theodore ran through the haze toward Frederick as quickly as he could. "Frederick!" He called out, his voice hoarse.
Though Theodore could see the Specter, he could not be seen by his friend. However, another pair of eyes became fixed at where Theodore was, and smiled, almost pridefully. "He is here, Judge Rolls." he told Frederick. "Do you see him?" The Specter raised an eyebrow, and though he felt as though there was a presence, he couldn't see anyone.
"No."
"A pity. He called your name," he then said, knowingly, before addressing Theodore again. "Mr. Lovelace, I'm afraid Judge Rolls is unable to sense you, despite his ghost-like properties. I'll act as the medium, whether you are aware of who I am or not. Though, I suspect you do remember my face, it was on the news an awful lot back then."
"Get to the point, Oakfield. If... if you're really there, Theodore, and this nutcase isn't playing me, then I'm sorry I wasn't... wherever you was when you were killed. And I hope you're not in pain. I also have some questions, probably not pleasant questions."
Theodore turned to the man who could see him. He looked familiar but Theodore couldn't place him. For some reason, the further he pushed into the haze, the less he could remember. He forced himself to remember what was important; constantly repeating the facts he'd learned over and over again in his mind.
Turning to Oakfield, Theodore spoke up. "It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I wish you could see me, but I'm glad you can't. It's proof at last you're not dead."
Gabriel looked from Theodore to Specter. "He says it wasn't your fault, and that he wish you could see him, but is glad you don't, since he considers it proof of you not being dead."
"Considers it?" Gabriel shrugged, and let the Specter continue what he was saying. "And Theodore, I still feel like it's my fault. Everything. I was talking to Psyclone before he and his employers blew up the police station. And I'm sure I could have saved you, if I only had been there, if I only had known what you were doing. Which brings me to the questions, because, to be honest, I don't know what to do. For starters... What did happen to you? And, did Rias really do it?"
"Rias... What does Rias have to do with anything? It was Mina Fukao. She's the one who set everything in motion. She was looking to hire flashy villains. She hired Psyclone. She destroyed the police station. She had the Frenchman destroy the blimp. And she killed me when I discovered it. Wasn't all this in the data I sent out?"
"Rias didn't do it, he wonders how she is involved. The person who killed him was Mina Fukao, she's the big bad villain," Gabriel started, with a curious look on his face and a slight head tilt, though he spoke calmly still. "Apparently she's behind Psyclone and the police station and the frenchman who destroyed the blimp. There's some data he sent out. He's confused as to why you don't know about this, since it should have been in the data."
The Specter couldn't help but feel rather surprised. Theodore didn't know? Or rather, everything they knew of was false? What a mess. "Rias has been accused of killing you, Theodore. I don't know about this data, I never received it, and it's the first time I've heard of it. And if you don't know about Rias... Mina Fukao is forcing every hero to sign up with some sort of organisation. I don't know if anyone has already done it, but they'll arrest anyone who tries to be an independent hero." He sighed. "This is such a mess."
Theodore was quiet for a time. "Then it's worse than I feared. No matter what you can't accept it. She's a power mad thief. She intends to use all of the heroes to gain money and influence. She plans to kill any captured villains to take their powers along with the powers of any heroes no longer of my use to her. To her, people are nothing more than resources to be exploited so she can "save the world". She's a monster and she needs to be stopped... By any means."
Gabriel listened intently, trying to find a way to say what Theodore had said without repeating everything. It had no purpose, after all. After a brief moment, he addressed Frederick.
"Ms. Fukao is power mad. Her intention is to use the heroes and captured villains to gain power. She wants to "save the world"," -he made the appropriate gestures as he said those words- "but she only sees people as resources to be exploited, and must be stopped... Excuse me, Mr. Lovelace, but if I may ask a question on my own. How exactly does she intend to save the world? From what danger? And---"
"Theodore, I don't intend to accept it. As a matter of fact, I've made a decision, I'm not going to be a hero anymore. I'll give this and any other info I learn to Crick, but I've come to see that I'm not fit to be any kind of hero." The Specter tilted himself upside down, almost as if to calm himself. Oddly enough, it worked. "Besides, I'm becoming... well. More and more people knows about that Frederick Rolls has powers. Not these kinds of powers, but at the very least the telekinesis. I'd ask you about advice, but I understand if you're a bit occupied."
Theodore looked sadly at Frederick. He wished he could think of something to say or do to show him how great a hero he could be. He was. But Theodore knew he couldn't he was dead and therefore had no right to question the decisions of the living.
Instead he turned to the "translator" and tried to answer him. "I think you misunderstood. She's power MAD. I don't know the fully story, but she was dragged into heroics as a child. Kits-er... one of the souls on this side says that she "needs" to be the hero to feel complete."
"If that is how it is," Gabriel said, not really content with the answer, but unwilling to pry. Newly dead souls were a pain to deal with if you didn't know to back off. "Oh. Right. Judge Rolls, Theodore said that she's crazy and that her trying to save the world is just her being dragged into heroics as a child. There's also something about another soul," he continued only translating after sensing an amount of dismay in the Specter.
"Right. Anyways, Theodore, I've been, thinking, about something. I have powers, and thus I managed to stay on this side. Perhaps... perhaps you could---"
"Don't continue, Judge Rolls. Just... don't. I can't say this in a gentle way, but here I go; he cannot, and you cannot, and attempting to do so would be extremely dangerous and damaging for every part involved. Even me. It's a bad idea, and it won't work, it won't end well, and you should not give people hope where it's none."
"Well, what am I supposed to do then? Just sit here and rely on you to tell me what you feel like telling me?" Gabriel nodded.
"You'd know if Mr. Lovelace thought I misrepresented his words. I get it, it's frustrating, and you'd rather not have the person in the middle. Especially not someone you wrongly accused of something. I know. But just be calm, Judge Rolls."
If he hadn't currently been all ghostly, it would be very apparent that the Specter was rolling his eyes, frustrated. "Ignore all of that, Theodore. The important thing is you. I don't know if I have any questions that would be proper, I thought of so much more to say, only to have it disappear from my mind. You were... are, a dear friend of mine, and I wish you hadn't gotten murdered by that... that woman. I'll miss you, and I know almost everyone else in town will as well. I'd cry, but, it's a little difficult, it feels like there's so much stuck in my mind that I can't process it as I should. I'm sorry." He rubbed his neck, thinking of how to continue. Then, he realized what he still needed to say.
"So, I said I didn't know if I had any more questions, but I suppose I have two more. One is simple, at least in theory. It's if you have any messages you'd like me to bring to your family, or other friends, anyone from work... anything like that. Any last words that I can give them.
The second is... complicated. I'm not sure what to do. I know I'm not a hero anymore, but I'm still your friend. I'm still the Specter. And as the Specter, I can get where no one else can, I can take revenge for you, as painful and cruel as you'd want. I know you didn't want me to do anything like that when you were still alive, but this is different. This is your own shot at payback. Justice. My chance to actually do something for you. It's up to you, but I won't think less of you either way, no matter which you choose, for me to go for her throat, or to ignore her."
Theodore thought long and hard on the questions before answering. "Please tell The Crick what I said. If he doubts you, tell him about how he approached me to be a link for secret society and how I couldn't because my powers wouldn't let me communicate properly. That should prove you spoke with me. More personally... I shouldn't, but please tell my parents I love them." He wanted to say the same words to Sofia but it felt wrong; far better she never know and moved on peacefully.
"As for revenge... I... I want you to arrest her. Make her pay for all the crimes she's done." He said, fighting his urge to ask Frederick to cut her apart - limb by limb - like she had to him. Despite it all, no one would be able to say he didn't practice what he preached.
With a suddenly solemn look on his face, Gabriel told the Specter what Theodore had said. This time with no trace of his own opinion, or even shortening it down. He simply repeated everything, calmly. Towards the end, though, he started rubbing his forehead, and Theodore could sense that he didn't have an awful lot of time left there.
The Specter looked the ground, then up at where Gabriel had been looking when -presumably- Theodore had spoken. For a moment, their eyes met, though only Theodore would be able to tell.
"I understand. I'll do as you want me to," he said, voice noticably shaking. Part of him felt as though the situation felt real. This was the last time he was going to talk to Theodore, his friend, who he had failed to protect, or at least still felt like he had failed to protect.
"I guess.. this is it, then. Unless you want to stay, and chat, have a cup of tea or coffee, or something. Heh." He looked away from the sensation of energy, quiet for a moment.
"Bye, Theodore. I'll miss you, I really will. I hope the afterlife works out for you." An awkward chuckle followed, then more silence.
"Oh god I'd kill for some coffee. The afterlife is the worst." Theodore joked back. It was comforting in a way.
Theodore tried to keep the smile but it was beyond him and so quickly faded. "I'll miss you too Frederick. Take care of yourself and Sofia. And don't do anything reckless. As much as I like you, I don't want to see you on this side of the afterlife for a long long time. And, for the love of all things good, do NOT blame yourself for my death. That's on Mina and Mina alone. Now get out there and be the good person I know you are."
"Oh. And if you keep blaming yourself, I swear to god I will haunt you something fierce."
"Theodore'll miss you too, Judge Rolls. He says to take care of yourself and Sofia, and to not do anything reckless, or die for a long time. And don't blame yourself for his death, if you do, he swears to god that he'll come back and haunt you."
"I'm not entire sure I would dislike that," the Specter joked. "But I'll try not to do so. If only because it'd freak out the people around me. Thanks for everything, Theodore." The medium in the room allowed a few more seconds of silence, for any reply of Theodore's that he could tell the Judge. Then, he spoke, eyes closed, a wrinkled nose indicating some sort of pain, likely headache.
"I'm going to dismiss you now, Mr. Lovelace, and you will return to where you was before I beckoned you here," Gabriel said. "I'm afraid years locked up has made my tolerance for the strain of a session like this fade away. I wish you all luck, however, and may the afterlife be calm and non-threatening for you," he continued, very aware of what could happen. With that, the connection started shutting down.
As Theodore faded, he knew what he needed to do. They had a real chance to change things before everything went to hell; literally in some of their cases. Floating as fast as he could through the void, he made his way to the one person who could help. Well... person was a poor word. Upon finding him, Theodore began to speak.
"I was contacted by the otherside. They're going to try and take Mina down. What can we do to help?" The little spirit-fox looked up at him, smiled, and replied. "Enough."