IlluZion will take the broken parts and start controlling them. All of the parts except the head will slam into the enemy, covering him and trapping him inside. Then the head will fly up, opening its mouth, revealing a blade that extends outwards. The head will come down, impaling the enemy.

The narrator is IlluZion's brother, ALfred.

"When's dinner, father?" I asked.
"Soon." He replied.
Instantly I knew that something was wrong. My parents both looked very worried. I needed to ask them to explain why they were so worried. I glanced at my brother, nicknamed Illusion. He nodded at me, which told me that he noticed as well. He did not speak, but that's because he is a quiet person.
"Dinner's ready." My mother said. Her voice was unstable.
As we went to the dining room, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Shit! They're here!" My father yelled.
My parents bolted down the door and pushed furniture against it.
"Go! Hide!" My father commanded.
"What's happening?" I asked him.
My father didn't reply. He opened the closet. Inside was his mechanized armor suit, which he made himself. He was an engineer. He started to wear his suit as I was getting even more confused.
I didn't understand! This suit was for fighting. Why was he putting it on, unless...
My mother pushed Illusion and I into the closet and closed the door.
"Don't make a sound! Do you understand?!" She said as she grabbed her sword and parchment paper. She knew magic, and on that piece of paper was deadly spells.
There were louder knocks on the door now. My father turned his suit on just as the door exploded.
A wave of people charged in, all equipped with things used for killing. How could I see these things? I opened the closet door a crack to see.
My parents engaged the enemy, and I saw them fighting for their lives.
My father looked like a swiss army knife at work. He activated all of the weapons on his suit. Electricity charged gauntlets, shoulder mounted machine guns, arm-mounted blades, and mini rocket launchers. My mother slashed and hacked and stabbed with her sword. She fired spells from her piece of paper and brutally cut down foes. I've seen my mother get mad before. This was on a whole new level!
Meanwhile, Illusion was thinking while sitting next to me in the closet. I instantly thought the same thing. We had to do something! We couldn't just sit in the closet and hide!
Since Illusion and I are related to our parents (obviously), we inherited some of their abilities, well, I did. I was a natural at building new things and fixing them, which was inherited from my father. I also could use magic, which was inherited from my mother. So, you could say I was a perfect child. Illusion, on the other hand, inherited nothing. He had no special ability.
Suddenly, I heard a cry of pain. A man had impaled my mother through the heart with a sword. He looked different from the others. A higher rank? I didn't care.
I screamed in pain and anger as I charged out from the closet. Illusion followed me. I channeled my anger
and blasted that man in the face with a fireball. He fell over without making any noise, dead. I then grabbed my mother's sword. Illusion and I charged into battle, and my dad heard the commotion and turned around. First he saw us, and was surprised. Then, he saw my mother, and fell on his knees, sobbing.
One of the enemies swung his sword at my father, and suddenly Illusion raised his hand and another Illusion appeared in front of him, taking the blow. Then it disappeared. Illusion then took the shadows of the room and covered the man with them, crushing him inside. He then summoned multiple clones and was suddenly fighting multiple enemies at once.
I was extremely surprised. I've never seen him do this before! I was busy staring at him when he said "Duck!" without even looking at me. I ducked, and felt a something whiz by my head. I stabbed upwards and heard a startled cry. I pulled my sword out and continued to fight, also casting elemental spells (those were my favorite). I shot fire, froze people with ice, blew enemies away with wind, opened chasms in the ground, electrocuted people, and so on.
Then, my father got really angry...
He stood up and took on waves of enemies, using up everything in his suit. The enemies were massacred.
He turned to us and said:
"Why are you here? I told you to stay inside the closet!"
Surprisingly, Illusion replied:
"We saw our mother die, and we won't see our father die as well!"
My father's expression softened and he said:
"Fine, but get out of here if they overwhelm us."
Before I could ask why, more enemies came. Illusion summoned even more clones. I used magic, and even ran to the cabinet to take out my gadgets. I threw them out, and multiple enemies were taken down. Then, my father's suit ran out of power. It shut down while he was still inside.
"I'll hold them off! Save father!"
Illusion yelled to me. Suddenly, a number appeared on his forehead. 87. His lucky number. He took all of the shadows in the room and summoned a bunch of clones. He also created a scythe for himself, made out of the shadow. He was even teleporting to avoid enemy attacks, and sometimes an enemy would become confused and attack one of his clones or even thin air! He definitely held them off.
I ran to my father and started to take off his suit. It was stuck, so I had to tamper with it. When the occasional enemy came over, I would kill him. My father noticed and said "thank you" to me. I didn't reply because I was too concentrated in my work. I didn't even check to see of Illusion was holding the enemies off anymore.
I finally finished. My father was free! Suddenly the man who killed my mother, who I killed myself, rose, grabbed his sword and killed my father right before my eyes. In a rage, I impaled him and blasted him to smithereens with electricity. As he died, my father said, blood running from his mouth, with the last bit of his energy:
I heard a beeping noise and knew that my father had set his armor to self destruct in 10 minutes. I looked at Illusion. He looked at our father, then at me.
"The number on your forehead is disappearing." I said to him.
"I had a number on my forehead? You have one now too. 11."
11 was my lucky number. I said to him:
"We need to get out in 10 minutes."
There were still enemies coming, so I unleashed all of my power and summoned an elemental storm (all the elements combined). Barely any of the enemies survived.
We got away from our house as it exploded in a ball of flame.
End
Part 2 coming soon!

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