We Will Rise Again
Who: Higgs
Where: Containment; The Heart of the Spire
What: Higgs finds the Heart.
When: Current time.
Rating: Low
Open: No
Status: Finished


Soundtrack

Lightning crackle signalled his arrival into the quiet room, the stark silence penetrated by a low thrum of power. He clasped his hands behind his back as he walked silently deeper into the room.
Higgs was happy. Some might say ecstatic. The domino topple had almost been stopped by that pesky “god” Loki and his family. He had done extremely well keeping the thoughts of the Heart out of the minds of the people of the station, but Higgs had danced this dance before.

Five times, to be exact. No manner of defense had stopped the spread of his information warfare before and it had taken him slightly longer this time around. That was the issue with fighting the God Particle that Permeates All Existence, he touched everything, he saw most things he cast his eye to, their power was his and his was theirs if they simply applied a little diplomacy. Higgs’ influence was insidious, virus-like and drew from shared conscious thought.

All his patience had led him here, despite a little altercation with Loki and more notably John Constantine. The human had put up a good fight against the Four Legged Beast. He would miss that particular creature but it was the lowest card in his arsenal. He would simply make another…

Truly, though, the master-stroke of his brilliance had been taking a break. A Talking Cat and confirmation from Loki’s kin had struck lightning on the wildfire he had fanned the embers of in the station to fever pitch. No matter how disciplined the mind, eventually those who knew of the Heart and the breadcrumb trail to find it thought of it. Higgs simply connected the disparate thoughts and leaned on the gifts granted by his patron, the Shards. Exercising a little deductive logic and…

Well, here he was.

He admired the large crystal, deep vibrant red like the biological equivalence of its namesake. It was far too big for him to simply steal but he already knew that. That was never his plan. Higgs grinned to himself as he removed a glove from his right hand and reached out slowly towards the crystal. He could feel it’s power fight against his advance, it recoiled from his touch and pushed against him. Closing his eyes, he pushed harder, his skin now pressed against the gem.

“Well…Hello there.” he smirked, pushing harder still, until with a black spurt of black tar and oil his hand pushed beyond the gems’ surface. It’s vibrant red became streaked with black veins of tar as his influence and his patrons’ spread through the crystal. With a palpable crack of air, a build and simultaneous release of pressure rocked over the station, like a rolling wave reality warped slightly. Something felt wrong. Black tar began to rain in the room holding the Heart.

As he withdrew his hand, Higgs stepped back from the now sick-looking gem and nodded with pride. Number 6. The final shard, all he had to do now was wait for his friends to do some work and spread a little dissonance.

More importantly, he didn’t have to be patient anymore. Higgs could finally play.

He laughed maliciously as he raised his palms skywards, spinning in a circle, enjoying the thick black, tar rain pattering on his golden skull mask.