It seemed to happen all too soon. Their plan, semi going well until Caoimhe Whelan announced the presence of the man of the night. Narcissus. Johnny quickly scrambling up the latter with Wiley Parrish in tow. Flipping up his patch as a light shown at the man...no, flower. Withered and dying. An echo of what the legend said he was with a demented flower mutation. Locking eyes with the titanspawn, for a moment, Johnny felt the world close in on the two of them. Hearing the small crawling of the tune of a playful music box and crowd chatting crawling into his darkened senses. The golden eye he possessed kept hold of the echo’s look. Its wonderful red sparkles of his eyes sparkled and began to swirl. Blurring as the music began to get louder for the other. Crescendoing in an overwhelming ring. Voices now screaming in mad laughter and hysterics.
Yet all the scion heard was merriment. All until Wiley Parrish broke through the darkness and sunk his teeth into the echo. Sending them both flying back into the concrete floor below. Johnny being ripped from the darkness with a gasp and a wheeze as his vision returned to the chaotic multifaceted state. Quickly stumbling to the edge the scion tried to see if they were okay. Thankfully Wiley Parrish was...but so was the monster. Watching the others quickly swarm the echo, he shuffled back. Belldandy Bryant just moments ready to let out a scream. The boy slapping his hands against his ears as the world in the rafters shook from the pulse. What he didn’t expect was the large cloud of dust and the concrete turned particle as the floor gave out around his band.
When the dust settled, the boy lunged himself to the rails. Staring down to see a broken pipe pour and flood the hole where all of his friends peeled themselves out of the rubble. The flower standing proud through the madness to attack. The echo’s cohorts run to stare into the hole with shock and frustrated horror. Noticing movement not too far off he saw the mysterious hunter that he met in Roswell. Asher Green unloads several rounds into the followers. The Lost Boys see this as a chance to aid and to keep the mooks from climbing down.
Cursing softly under his breath with a simple, “Shoot,” Johnny turned tail and hurriedly left the rafters. Sprinting from backstage to get to the pit. His hands fumbled as he tried to rip out his whip from his side. Hearing a faint clash of water coming from the pit as a wave of water bubbled up from the basement fight. Finally ripping his whip he shouted sting. Snapping it with force as it ignited in a magnificent plume of flame. Coming to the edge of the pit, Johnny saw the beast raise an arm to bash into his friends. Taking a deep breath he reeled back his arm and snapped down the burning whip. Hitting Narcissus pure and true, catching the beast in an extreme heat. Slowly incinerating it.
Panting softly, the whip hung at his side. The golden eye staring down at the flaming plant. Watching how, like before, the scion incinerated and destroyed each creature the whip’s flame comes in contact with. Reflecting the magnificent aura the heat of the fire produced as Johnny listened to the pained distorted inhuman shrieks of the echo. And for a moment Johnny began to hear the playful music box once again. With a single skipping note.