Friday, 24 May 2013

The Black Panther - Part 1

Right, if you have read my fanfic you'll understand who this is, and you'll also understand that no one but Dragona knows who it is - and I'd like it to be kept that way.

Five hours before Trip's entrance into Dragona's house:

Dragona was sat in his locked basement, protected on all sides by ten tonnes of reinforced titanium and lead. It had a door with a ten digit combination and a biometric palm scanner. Yet another tonne of the best security money could buy.
And it was a rather good £1,000,000 he had spent.
The walls were silver and grey, decorated with different versions of his robotic, and now famous, suit.
Five billion hits on youtube, t-shirts, tv documentaries and even models. None of which were his ideas. All to do with The Black Panther.
Sat opposite him was a radio. But not just any radio. A police radio.
"We have suspects of an armed robbery in a... black... uh... tank?"
It was night time. Perfect for blending in.
It was time to put on the suit.
Dragona walked over to a black motorbike stood up against the wall. He placed his hand on the seat and the metal folded on to his hand. It folded up his arm and over his chest.
The motorbike, meanwhile, was getting smaller and smaller as more metal was transferred over his clothing. A whirring sound was audiable as the metal from around the wheels folded on to his legs and clicked into place. The wheels folded up and disappeared inside the boots that suddenly appeared over his feet.
His entire body was now covered in black armour. It was split into several pieces and was connected inside by layers of kevlar body armour underneath the titanium alloy that had been infused with magic.
A recent feature he had added.
Since he had first started having an alter-ego, he had one of his friends draw magical symbols on the inside of the suit. This prevented any magic entering and since they couldn't be seen, there was no way to counter them.
A metal helmet clunked shut over his head and blue eyes flickered into life as a head up display came up in his field of view.
He felt a whirring close to his ears as sharp cat ears grew from either side of the helmet.
Dragona walked over to the back wall of the room and collected a pistol Emit Sargo had once given him. It fused with his hand before sliding into his wrist. He also pressed a red button hanging on a yellow cord from somewhere above him.
One of the walls slid away to reveal a secret exit to the outside world. A part of the island that was completely shrouded by trees and shadows came to view. He stepped outside, as quiet and as stealthy as possible, just in the slight chance anyone was watching, then activated his thrusters.
They glowed with a black flame, invisible in the night. He lifted off the ground and jetted towards the black 'tank' thing that had confused the police officers in London.

1 hour later

The Black Panther screamed across the London skyline. He hacked into the police radio frequency and pinpointed the location of the police cars that were pursuing the tank.
He twisted and fired himself slightly to the right. This changed his angle so he would appear behind the tank instead of from the side.
The Black Panther was definitely close now. Only a few seconds away.
He cut the thrusters and he began falling. But it was a controlled fall.
Motorcycle wheels slid out from his feet and began spinning. He landed on top of a block of flats and vaulted over the edge. The tank and several police cars sped past him as he hit the ground.
The wheels accelerated and he was propelled on to the road. He turned so he was facing the direction of the tank then flew down the street after it.
The tank flipped over a car. The wreckage destroyed two out of the five police cars and it now spun towards The Black Panther.
He waited until the perfect moment, then jumped.
The wheels on his feet allowed him to ride up the upside down car, like it was a ramp. He flipped in the air and then landed heavily on the top of the black tank. His cape landed behind him a moment later.
It wasn't a tank. But a tank was the best way to describe it. It had four large wheels and was made out of lightweight carbon fibre with kevlar over the top. It looked more like a sports car with a huge gun on top rather than a tank.
He thought about the best way to stop it, for a moment. But then he had an idea.
The Black Panther needed to get rid of the police cars, first. He was a wanted vigilante, after all. The police may choose to come after him after he's taken care of the tank.
He aimed his wrist back at the police cars. On his head up display, there was a targeting crosshair that automatically picked out both of the pursuing vehicles.
Then he fired the grappling hook.
The hook had four prongs and was made out of a titanium alloy. This made it extremely strong, not to mention the diamond tip he had put on the end of each of the hooks.
The hook made a solid connection with the side of the police car. A thick metal rope followed the grappling hook and then the second fired a moment later. This connected to the other police car, just above the tyre.
Both hooks were connected to the same rope.
The tank turned a corner. It turned left down a narrow one-way street. Luckily there were no other cars around.
The police cars attempted to make the corner, too. However, the rope got caught either side of a telegraph pole. The cars were forced to turn... into each other.
The Black Panther smiled inside his helmet at the wreckages of the police cars. The officers inside were not killed, nor seriously injured, but they were unable to continue the pursuit of the tank with totalled cars.
At a thought, the grey pistol Emit Sargo had given him slid out from his wrist and materialised in his hand. He switched the three options on the side. He turned what the gun fired to "laser", the setting "cut" and the fire mode "beam".
The Black Panther aimed the barrel of the pistol at the top of the tank and pulled the trigger. A small beam of light fired at the shell of the tank and cut easily through the armoured bodywork.
The tank twisted around another corner but his aim was good and precise. He moved the gun around in a circle, and whilst he did so, he activated an EMP around the suit.
An Electro-Magnetic Pulse was the kind of thing resulting from a nuclear explosion. However, with a few every day items, anyone was able to create. It would disrupt any nearby electronic devices. Including a computer inside the tank, and the lights that allowed the people who were inside to see.
He lifted the circle of armoured plating off the tank and slipped inside, fitting it back into the roof after him. The pistol slid back into his arm.
Everything was dark inside the tank. His head up display turned into an infrared view. Several people were inside the tank. And no one noticed he was there.
But he knew who they were.
They wore gas masks and had silenced automatic pistols in holsters around their waist.
They were members of the Blue Moon.
The Black Panther smiled - he knew where his first port of call would be with the rest of his friends. They would have to destroy the Blue Moon. And perhaps, in doing so, it would give them some information about what Ytol Heas was planning.
The tank slowed to a stop after the engine had cut out due to the EMP and he lashed out with a vicious punch into the side of the head of the Blue Moon member who was on the tank cannon. There was a grunt of surprise and the sound of the body hitting the floor.
"Hey, why have we stopped?" one of the Blue Moon members asked.
"I don't know," the driver replied, "The engine has just cut out."
"Are the lights working?" another gang member asked.
"One moment. I have a torch."
White light filled up the darkness. The Black Panther saw their eyes widen inside their gas masks before he unleashed a flurry of punches into the nearest Blue Moon member. The glass on their gas mask smashed and he tripped them up.
The driver aimed one of their pistols at him but he was at the other end of the tank in a flash. He palmed away the gun as he fired, so the pistol shot the member with the broken gas mask instead of him. The gun clicked empty and The Black Panther pressed the magazine release button whilst blocking a punch with his forearm, then used the empty magazine to hit the the Blue Moon member in the head.
A silenced pistol fired and gun flashes danced around the front of his armour. He stopped and cocked his head until the gun clicked empty, then raised his hand. A small, blue circle in the middle of his palm started glowing. There was a whining sound that grew higher in pitch until a sudden blast of energy discharged and made the Blue Moon member who had tried to shoot him, fly across the tank and hit his head on the wall of the interior.
He fired another blast of energy and the driver hit his head on the 'dashboard'. He pondered for a moment whether it was called a dashboard in a tank or not, but then he realised it didn't matter.
The Black Panther exited the tank via the roof. He activated the rocket thrusters for a moment which made him jump very high before landing next to the armoured vehicle.
Job well done. Tank taken out and Blue Moon members unconscious or dead.
The tank cannon twisted towards him.
Or not.
He did the only thing he could. He heard a noise as a tank shell was put into the firing chamber and was about to be fired.
So The Black Panther stuck his hand into the barrel of the cannon. He felt a pushing motion as the shell hit his armoured hand. Instead of being ejected from the end of the cannon at several hundred miles per hour, the explosive shell instead detonated and filled the inside of the tank with orange flames.
He took out his fist from the cannon. His knuckles were smoking slightly but were otherwise fine.
Now to get rid of the evidence.
He took a few steps back, then the grey pistol slid out of his arm again. He twisted the three knobs on the side of the gun so the ammunition was "rocket", the fire mode was "semi-auto" and the setting to "armoured vehicle".
The pistol suddenly folded outwards until it was a medium sized metal barrel with the pistol grip still in his hand. He took quick aim at the tank, then pulled the trigger. A rocket screamed towards its target and exploded on impact. The tank basically shattered and a ball of fire errupted into the air.
The metal barrel folded back down to a pistol, then it slid into his arm again.
Finally, some more police cars showed up. He turned towards them but didn't allow them to do anything before he flew up into the sky - back towards his island.

Several hours later - after a stop to get a McDonald's. The Black Panther had confused many people with an order of a Big Mac meal and a large Pepsi. He used a 'drive thru' instead of going into the place itself. It was a lot quicker and he only had to confuse the people behind the till at a man in a black robotic suit who was rather famous ordering a burger.
His reasons for stopping for a meal are currently unknown. Though maybe he was hungry.

Superheroes do get hungry too, you know.

Dragona landed just outside the secret entrance to his house. He ran into the basement and deactivated the suit, then closed the secret entrance.
He heard voices from upstairs. He still wore clothes underneath his suit but it didn't matter. He could always make an excuse for it.
After the suit had gone from his body and was now a motorbike set upon the wall, he walked to the table in the middle of the room and sat on it. He clicked a small button underneath it and the table was lifted into the air by a strong mechanical arm. It stopped several centimetres away from the roof, but he, meanwhile, was in his bed. He pulled the cover over him just as Cabader walked into the room.
Dragona closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Vortex - Part 1

Perhaps I should explain before I start. These parts with Vortex are going to be told the way that Vortex thinks. They will be broken down into essentials. I chose to write this way because I found I liked the idea of doing it like this. DON’T JUDGE ME!

A Room. In the room there was things. A desk. A chair. A laptop. Scrap metal. A wardrobe. A bed.

Sat at the table and in the chair was a man. Average build. Average height. Dark blonde hair. Not very long. Not too short. The clothes he wore are simple, and loose. A loose brown and white shirt, a tee-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. If you were sitting on the desk you would be able to see his eyes. Like a storm in the night. Incredibly dark blue clouds over black with occasional sparks and flashes. No pupils. The man was examining his arm. You could have seen a straight surfaced bulge on either arm, if you were there, but you weren’t. 2 long pincers slid out from under the skin on each arm. Each one deadly sharp and specially made for delivering killer blows to one’s neck. A single snap would kill most people instantly. The man sighed. But that only applies to certain dimensions.

Another man walked in. His Hair is dark, his eyes are acid green, and he was wearing a suit. He was very angry. If someone other than the man, who was called Vortex, was there, they might say his eyes were glowing and his hair was steaming, but Vortex knew that was highly unlikely. Ytol could do many things, but he doubted he would waste his time on aesthetics like that.


“I negated Komodo as part of this battle, as you told me too.”


“Precisely. Even if Komodo manages to kill Komodo, Komodo will be wanted by the sanctuary.”

“But he’s a PSYCHOPATH! Sociopaths are OK, but this guy will kill our people.”

“No he won’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know because Komodo won’t want to get on our bad side. He knows we can kill him in an instance.”

Ytol sighed. “Yes, you’re right. I freaked out for a moment there.”

“Yes, you did. Because you don’t trust me. Because you’re an immature child.”

This time Ytol’s eyes really did flash. Possibly a sudden surge in angry power? Vortex grinned at the reaction from Ytol. He calmed down, and tried to remember that Vortex did things like this for sport. Vortex was a mistake. He was not meant to happen, and he enjoyed embodying this existence. “Watch it,” Growled Ytol. “I could kill you in a millisecond.”

“You say that as if you think that threats are sneaky. You would have to catch me off guard, and for me, things move 25% slower. You wouldn’t be done thinking by the time I had run away. And you forget that I can provide a fate worse than any death.”

Ytol glowered. “Well, just, don’t fuck shit up, Okay?”

Vortex grinned, and Ytol stalked off. Vortex turned back into his desk, and continued to examine the Pincer blades. All of a sudden, Vortex straightened up, a stared at one spot on the wall, then outside his window. He stretched out his hands in both directions, and a spinning vortex of black and white that was crackling with energy appeared, depositing a young man (who was in the middle of a punch), and swallowing up some of the scrap iridium on the floor.

The young man straightened up. He had black styled hair, a black trench coat, a black tee-shirt, with the outline of a dead man in white, and black Jeans. The young man noticed the mage standing there and became furious.

“What the fuck did you just do!”

“I believe I just saved your life, Unkindness Poe.”

Unkindness straightened up. “What from? I had the guy where I wanted him, that punch would have broken the lower half of his face off,” He leaned in. “And how do you know my name?!?”

“Breaking the lower half of his face off would have broken open his plastic molar, the electronics of which were sending a signal to a bomb in the floor underneath you to NOT go off. I advise that when I send you back, you aim for the stomach, and take the full head as a spoil of war.”

“That still doesn’t answer my-” but he was gone, and in his place was a rapidly disappearing vortex, and a small amount of iridium.

“It’s a good day to be a nuisance,” said Vortex.

Dynasty Maguire - Good, Bad Or just Damn EVIL

So guys my plot will turn out to be a little bit like the Clara storyline. And most of them are gonna be pretty short but will be lots. Lol.

The plan had went well. As Austin was killed off and chose the name Dynasty came on he had lots of power. And suddenly he felt a tinkle up his back and a black slither crawled down his neck. A remnant. He didn't care it controlled his body but not his mind and in his mind he could send great blasts of heat that would kill the remnant in seconds. But he wasn't going to do that, yet. He was going to wait until 3 days 23 Hours 59 minutes 59 seconds and then kill it. It would be fun. He heard speech. 
"We've decieved the fool."
"He think he is an elder of America, as if."
Dynasty went through the room. 
"Who are you?" the man asked rudely. 
"Dynasty Maguire."
Suddenly Symbols, Shadows and Fire were all attacking them and with in a second he was just a pile of blood and guts. Good thats sorted. He took of the robes he wasn't an elder, he wasn't fighting for the good he was FIGHTING FOR THE DARKNESS RISING.

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Austin Daran - Part 3

America was a nice place. Excepet from when a elder or a grand mage was killed. And that was that day. America, well the magical side were anyways. Elder Karina Meritous was killed in the early hours of the morning. Austin had heard about this as he got on the plane. He was sad. He was going to America and all of the magical side were all going to be sulking. Meh. As they took off into the sky he thought about what to do with his life. Maybe become and elder... of America...

"Why do you think you should be a new elder for America?"
"I would really like to help the country and help find the killer of our sad death."
"You are very enthusastic."
"Yeah but when do I know if I've got the job?"
"Now... you've got the job."
Austin couldn't speak.
"Wait is Austin you taken name?"
"Choose one to help you protect yourself you have alot to deal with. Also there have been sightings of graffiti all around the world in blood saying DARKNESS RISING."
"So a taken name..."
He thought for a moment.
"Dynasty Maguire."
"Great Dynasty Maguire."
He left the room.
Graet now he was in charge of America.

He will now be known as Dynasty

Kodo Devant - Part 1

I'm pretty sure that all of Kodo's parts are going to end up being fairly short, as he is the pure nemesis and bane of Komodo, and the encounters between them are going to be told from Komodo's POV soooo... Yeah.
15 May 2013

People. People people people. Since I’ve come to this world, that’s all I’ve been seeing. It’s disgusting, but also wondrous. It provides me with PREY. In the Crimson City, the REAL one, it’s rare that I’m blessed with ten, let alone hundreds. I guess it’s time to start the culling. This city is impure. I can feel its filth. Like a bloated cow, waiting to DIE. Everywhere I go, I see their daily stupidity and sheep-like personalities.

Since I’ve come to this world, two things have been on my mind constantly, buzzing around in an incredibly irritating fashion. “Ytol Heas”. “Darkness Rising”. What this means, I do not know. I DO however know, that there is another me in this world. He is not stupid, but he has friends, an obvious weakness in his strength.

The people of this world do have benefits, such as music, hilariously stupid antics, things such as these. I have noticed that some of these songs, coincidentally, suit my current situation. Dirty Harry, being one. And O Green World. Though, for me, it’s O Red World. My old Crimson City, how I pine for thee. Hehe. Not really. I have no emotional attachments to the Crimson City. Apart from the corpses and a few different people, they’re pretty much the same. I have no Qualxs with this world. It’s good. A bit too green though. A bit too, dull.

Earlier on, I was buying a new set of headphones off of a delightfully idiotic cashier in HMV (We have none in the Crimson City) when I got a splitting headache. I now know that if I want to know why some jerk face sent me over here, I have to go to O 348 791. Wherever that is. But I’m sure that it has something to do with the Komodo Devious of this world. Because this is just too coincidental. There’s an infinite number of Dimensions and the one I get plucked to JUST HAPPENS to have a Komodo Devious? Something smells fishy about all this.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

The Dark Shadow - Part 1

Hello. This is just introducing a new bad guy. I've finished the part of my fanfic with him in so I just thought, why not add him to Dead Reaping, too?

The Elemental walked down the street without even realising it was there.
Then again, everything did.
Everyone did.
Shadows were common, right?
It flitted across the street extraordinarily quickly - so quick, no pedestrians saw it. It was no more than a flicker in the darkness.
Not even the Elemental saw it.
It flickered in behind the Elemental. Slowly stalking him.
"I'm behind youuuuuu," it hissed, in its dark, demonic voice.
The Elemental spun. But it was already gone. Across the road in a dark shadow behind a bin.
The mage stepped backwards into the shadows slightly. It sent its writhing hand across the road and made tendrils of shadow grasp at the man's shoulder.
The man spun, but the hand was no longer there. It noticed the tendrils of shadow had caused the leather on the Elemental's jacket to become discoloured. Like it was rotting.
It emerged from the shadow, and made itself invisible to everyone but the Elemental. It leaped at him, screaming.
The man dropped to the floor and drew a silenced pistol, and fired a bullet at it. But it had disappeared.
Then the pedestrians started screaming.
It flitted to the shadows behind him, and gently whispered in his ear, "That wasssn't a good ideaaa, was ittttt?"
"Who-who-who is there?" the mage asked, "Stop following me!"
It laid a black hand on his shoulder, and writhing shadows spread all over the Elemental's body. Shadows went through a cut on the man's arm and into his blood stream. They destroyed all his red blood cells and all his white blood cells on their journey up to his brain.
When the shadows reached his head, the man collapsed.
It would enjoy this feast very much.
It started at the head. It lowered its jaw to a position no human could manage, and started devouring the man, hiding them from everyone else who happened to be walking down the road.
When it was done, and all that remained of the Elemental was a pile of ash, it disappeared into the shadows.
The sun was rising. Shadows had no place in the light.
It smiled to itself.
The tendrils of shadow that made up it hardened and formed together to become skin. The white, triangular eyes that were set upon its head moved slightly downwards before changing shape and becoming more human. Its fangs shortened, became slightly less sharp, and fitted into a human mouth. A human mouth with human lips and human gums.
They really were disgusting creatures.
And as the sun rose, the shadow stepped into the light, wearing a black cloak which hid its face.
The shadow did not feel the warmth of the sun, nor the slight wind that rustled the trees. It was a creature of darkness. It didn't feel nice things.
"Hello," said a voice from behind it, "I like your style."
The shadow turned. Behind him there was a girl, perhaps a teenager. She had black eyes, black lips and cracks in her skin which seemed to glow, once again, black.
"Thank youuuuuu," it hissed in response.
"I can control life and death," the girl pointed out, "I have brought back some of the most powerful people the world has ever known and we're going to kill everyone. Interested?"
"Maybeeeee," the shadow said, "You can control life and deathhhhhh... I am death itselfffff. No matter how many times you try and kill meeeeee; I always come backkkkk."
"So I've heard," the girl said, "That's why I'm asking you to join us."
The shadow sent tendrils of darkness at the girl. They enveloped her and wrapped around her throat, preventing her from breathing.
"You are not as powerful as you thinkkkkk," the shadow hissed as the girl gasped, trying to regain some oxygen into her lungs, "You have to be... cautiousssss. There are always more powerful people than youuuuu."
"How about you?" the girl managed to say, "Who is more powerful than you?"
"I am deathhhhh. Death is the end of everyone eventuallyyyyyy. There is nothing more powerful than meeeeee."
The shadow allowed the girl to breathe.
Then the girl killed the shadow.
The shadow smiled.
"You cannot kill deathhhhh," it hissed, "You cannot even tryyyyyy."
"Do you accept the offer?" the girl asked, "Or do we have to fight some more?"
"If you are the strongestttt," it pointed out, grinning demonically, "I have tooooo. You will get nowhere without meeeeeeeee."
And so the shadow started his first act of death. The shadows around a nearby building reared up and consumed it. They moved like water, flowing inside all the particles of stone and cement - and flesh and bone - and destroying it.
After a few moments, all that was left was ash.

Friday, 17 May 2013

Trip Castalan: Espionage is just fancy spying

Just a short chapter to keep me in step with the storyline.

Trip had just given in his report to the grand mage. It was not to leave the room that the girl was essentially invincible, so as not to spread panic. It was however now along with all it’s attached cases a priority level M (For Mevolent.). All other cases that assigned detectives were  working on were to be dropped, and extra detectives to be drafted in. As he walked down the hall he thought about his pet project (the other one), he was tantalizingly close and couldn’t stop himself drifting to it. He immediately snapped back into focus when he got to his lovely office. He didn’t go there much,  it was easier to work from home, the few seconds wasted getting a teleporter, logging in again and opening all the necessary programs was just too much time to waste. And his couch was comfier than a desk. He turned on the monitor, and as he waited for it to boot up he looked out across his view. Unlike most  sanctuaries the Scottish sanctuary was above ground in an obvious place. It was on a hill, overlooking Glasgow. It didn’t have a sign but it essentially looked like any modern building, it had some architectural stuff, but it was just a building of metal and glass. The sun was going down, and it looked just beautiful. The hills, the glow of the city, the sunset, this was why he lived in Scotland. The computer was booted up, it automatically opened the program’s required to do his job. His encrypted messenger had one M level message. When Trip had heard that Ytol Heas was alive again, he immediately put Dragona and his associates under M class surveillance. The message plainly stated that Dragona had been seen leaving England in his jet, and it was confirmed by Aquila’s spy that he had arrived there, to pick her up. But hen, and this was the interesting part, he had gotten into a firefight in the street and left the dead bodies lying there. He had been correct, this man was going to be the eye of the oncoming storm, and was exactly where he needed to be. Intel showed he had bought a small island which didn’t show up on maps for it’s size. Well, most maps. He and his sanctuary had the most accurate maps in the  world, no island was too small, no rainforest too big to record every last detail. He read they had taken off, with an ETA of roughly an hour. It was going to be tough to get there before them, unless he took a teleporter. He ran into the hall, heading towards the teleporter taxi room, (the scots have it and it’s damned useful) he dialled his PA’s number. “Hey, Quill, could you tell that trainee, um, um, Mignon Forefire, that he’s temporarily head of the department?” He asked.
“What? You want a trainee as head of the department? Are you going of on an adventure again Mr. Castalan?” she asked.
“How many times, call me Trip. Also yes yes and yes. I think it would do him some good, understanding what he’s aiming for.” he said as he turned a corner.
“Do you mind if I put Hypsin in charge instead? He’s one of your second in commands and much more experienced.” She asked.
“Well I would prefer if it was Forefire, as I may call Hypsin into the field.” He said, approaching the taxi room.   
“I’ll put Hypsin in charge until you call him out, then Forefire, deal?”
“OK, I'm at the taxis, bye Quill!”
He walked into the room, and presented a map to a teleporter. “Here” he said, pointing at the island. “Very good sir” He said, putting his hand on Trip’s shoulder. For a moment they were on the mainland looking at the island, then they were on it. “That’ll be twenty pounds sir.” said the teleporter.
“Ah, I don’t have any cash. Talk to my PA about it, she’ll pay you, she’s Quill, Quill Penwagon. It’s a pun, get it? Pen-wagon! Not pen-dragon! Oh it splits my sides every time. Anyway, she works in room 568 on level 9h. Quill Penwagon, OK?”
“Yes sir.” Said the teleporter. A look of distaste on his face.

    He now had 50 minutes to find a vantage point. He walked around a bit, and studied the lay of the land. He settled for a rocky hill, it commanded a view of the house, and almost all of the island, while giving a good hiding place.  It was quite small, but not too small. He could stay there for now.

  A while later, Cabeder arrived, he was riding flame and looked like a mix between ghost rider and iron man. He landed upright and walked indoors. Any moment now the main act would arrive. And arrive it did, landed turned into it’s car and let it’s occupants out.  They also went inside, spying wasn’t as fun as he was hoping it would be. But it wasn’t spying, this was espionage! Then he reminded himself that was just spying but the consequences were worse if you were caught.  Pushing this thought to the side he considered his next move. It was almost night. He could sleep there tonight, but he didn't think taking up permanent residence would be fun. He needed to make contact. Soon. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to tell the German sanctuaries there were bodies in one of their main roads. Aaah, Hypsin would do it.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Aquila 2

He hung up without saying goodbye. Aquila blinked, shrugged and put her phone away. Then she changed into an eagle and flew home.
Her parents had just started to watch a movie, so she joined them. Actually, she was lucky enough to catch a place on the sofa - usually her parents were on that and she and her brothers were on chairs or the floor.
At about the middle of the film she shifted her weight, the remote fell to the floor, the language setting switched to Engllish and the batteries fell out. At about the same time she heared someone open the door. Probably the landlord on his way to his half of the building. She ducked under the table to pick the batteries up, when suddenly the door opened and some feet she didn't recognise stood right in her living room. Someone shouted 'Freeze', loudly, too. Aquila got up rather surprised, while the movie went "I think we should blow this place up." and
"Yeah, I'll get the bombs. You get the cars.". She was even more surprised to find someone with a gun in her living room. No one normal walked around with guns, it was probably even illegal - she was just about to ask who he was when he switched on the light and Dragona walked in. She sighed to herself, then said: "You know, you could have just used the door bell, right?" "Well this is awkward.", he replied. Aquila sighed again, this time not just to herself.

She made sure they went far enough her parents couldn't hear them, though their English wasn't that good anyway, then she arched an eyebrow, then said: "Why did you run in here with guns? I'm perfectly safe."
"You were there when Ytol was killed." Dragona answered, "He'll want to pay you a visit too. The best thing we can do now is all get together. Get a large group of us in the same place. I have some friends that could help. It's the only chance we have."
The first guy, looking like a motorcyclist wearing all black, nodded, "And, we have to assume there are more people than Ytol Heas that have come back to life. The person, or whatever managed to revive them, must be very powerful. We need somewhere easy to defend." Aquila wondered why he hadn't taken his helmet off, yet.
"My island. It shows up on no map because it's so small, and it has some magical and physical defences. Particulary a huge naval cannon, that I'm rather proud of." Dragona told her. "It would be the best place to go under the circumstances."
Dragona's phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello Emit. And yes, I do. All wear gas masks and black clothing, carry automatic pistols and ride motorbikes? Fun to shoot? They the ones you mean?"
"Thanks Emit. Any ETA on them?"
"Come to my island tomorrow, Emit. We need your help."
"Our last meeting hasn't even happened for another... thousand years or so? So not long at all, in fact."
"Bye Emit."
Aquila hadn't uderstood a thing. She was just about to ask what that was about, after all he sounded a little worried, but before she could he turned to Cabader.
"We have some of our friends The Blue Moon heading this way. I'll get up on that hill over there with my sniper. You need to stay on the road and Aquila... to make sure you're safe, could you stay in the car?"
She liked his car. It had a clever talking computer in it, called Steve. Maybe Steve knew what they were on about and would tell her, too. So she nodded, smiled and answered: "I'll talk to Steve."
"My car isn't called Steve." Dragona said, a little confused.
"The artificial intelligence is."
"No it isn't, it doesn't have any name." Now he was confused and surprised.
"It told me it was called Steve. We're good friends." She had a hard time not to laugh.
"Ok then, you can talk to Steve whilst Cabader and I shoot everyone." Not a hard time not to laugh anymore. Oh well...
Before she left she made sure her parents were occupied with the movie and wouldn't look out. If anyone was about to shoot anyone else, it'd be better if they didn't look out the window or move around so they'd be seen from outside. Just in case. Then she went to talk to Steve.

She closed the door behind her, sitting where the drivers seat should be - in a German car. But English cars were the other way round. "Hi Steve!" she said. "How are you?"
"Hi Aquila! I'm fine, you?"
"I'm fine, but... confused. Maybe you could answer me some questions?"
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
"What's the blue moon? Who's Emit? Why does he get a bye and I don't? Where's that island? And will I have to pack warm clothes? How long will we stay there? .... will he really kill people?", she finished.
"That's a lot of questions" Steve said, "How did you end up with them?"
"I guess Dragona was so worried about me he forgot to explain things to me. But it's fine, you know the answers, right?"
"I do. Which one would you like to be answered first?"

By the time Dragona opened the door they had established that the Blue Moon weren't nice, Emit was a friend of Dragona from the future, the motorcyclist guy was Cabader, Dragona probably just forgot the bye already thinking about how to get to her the fastest, that the island wasn't in tropical seas and that she'd better pack some warm clothes.
Steve had shown her how he could use his windows as screens right at the beginning, so Aquila had been sitting in a nice forest for the past while. Their talking hadn't mannaged to block out quite a few gunshots, though. She had tried to ignore them, anyway.
She really liked Steve's ability to create smells, too. She hadn't only seen but also smelled the forest, and so their conversation had been a lot of fun. She was quite sure that a cloud of forest-smell hit Dragona in the face when he opened the door, but he didn't react to it. Maybe he hadn't noticed.
"Me and Steve had a wonderful conversation," Aquila said with a smile.
"All the Blue Moon are dead." Cabader said without any emotion, "We are leaving."
"Oh, ok. That was quick." She was glad she couldn't see anything.
"We didn't waste any time," Dragona replied. He and Cabader agreed that Cabader would fly and him and Aquila would take the plane. "Want to see my island now?" he asked her. "Could I get some clothes first? I also have to tell my parents I'll be gone."
"I think I still have some of your clothes, and you can call them?"

They left a few minutes after Cabader had gone. The flight didn't take long, maybe an hour, but Aquila really enjoyed it. She had windows on both her sides, and so a great view on the sunset. It started when they had risen between two layers of clouds, and the whole world seemed to turn pink, red, purple, light blue, and then dark blue. The channel had glittered in a red-ish gold when they crossed it, though she had no idea where exactly they had crossed it. She had seen the shadows of ships on the sea, though, a lot larger than the ships due to the low sun.
The island seemed more like a small rock in the sea, to her. It didn't have many plants, hardly any at all in fact, and the only animals she noticed were a few birds. But the house seemed friendly enough to her, and it turned out to have a room for guests. Cabader had arrived before them, but he said he wouldn't need a room, and Aquila decided to first occupy the room before asking questions.
She was just about to fall asleep when she realised that they had left all the bodies on a frequented street of a German town, ready to be found and reported and top of the news for the next few years or so - actually, by now they probably already were. Bodies, in a part of Germany where leaves on a pavement were frowned upon. There was no way they could've gone unnoticed. Not feeling too happy, she fell asleep.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Komodo Devious - Part 1

Komodo sat, huddled in a corner in the ghost house, desperate to remain unseen. He had just found out that there was someone out there, mutilating people into bloody, mangled corpses, that had his face, his name, and, most worryingly, his powers. Komodo’s powers were a unique gem, unseen in the mage world. He never asked for them, never trained for them, never paid for them (which was becoming a thing in the black market, the transfusion of one mage’s powers to another host.) He just went through the surge, and there they were, the ability to create force-fields, shards of light. They required concentration, but were very powerful.

He looked around his hidey-hole for something that could help him. Even his wallet was at his home. Komodo stood up straight and examined every aspect of the house. Every crack, every nook, every cranny, to get accustomed. Komodo committed it to memory and started to ponder the uses.

He then remembered to check out the basement, which was often a very helpful room for hiding and/or planning strategies. He turn on the lights and crept down the wooden stairs, keeping his long black fringe out of his eyes with one hand. Komodo found nothing to help him fight, but he did find something.


Wit TINa

And on the floor in front of that wall there was 2 bodies, one split down the middle with its head and legs stuck in cavities in the torso, the other was disembowelled, a signature of Komodo’s worst nightmare.

“Jesus Christ, he’s been here”, Breathed Komodo, panic crossing his face. If he had been here, he would probably have sentries. Komodo whipped out his mobile phone and dialled Dragona


“Wait, what? Slow down.”

Komodo slowed down, took a deep breath, and started to explain. “Ok. A mage recently “escaped” from the Haven insane asylum in Wicklow. He has the same face as me, the same huge black eyes as me, the same hair, voice, claymore and even powers!”

You could feel Dragona’s frown through the phone. “But your powers are an oddity. No one knows how to train for them.”

“I know! He’s the exact same as me. Even the same personality. The only difference is that he’s a more experienced mage and he’s a psychopathic sadist. So, naturally, he’s been seen mutilating people and everyone thinks it’s me. He’s been slow about it though. With his power he could charge through any mortal.” Komodo sighed. “ So I’m currently in hiding, wondering what the hell is with me.”

“ Yeah, well, I’ve got a few problems too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ytol Heas is back to life, apparently, and the words “Darkness Rising” are showing up all over Europe. It’s like the Passage all over again. Also, he knows where Aquila lives and recently tried attacking her.”


“Woah, what’s going on?”

“Darkness Rising! Shit shit shit shit shit shit balls fuck! KOMODO DEVIOUS I WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL!”


“Dragona, do you think you’re high enough up in the sanctuary to get me out of this mess? You know no one will believe me, with my past.”

“Well, I can try.”

“Good. I am gonna rue the day I was born.”

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Dragona Pine - Part 2

"Hello?" Dragona said as soon as he answered his phone. He had pulled over to the side of the road, not wanting to break laws he didn't have to. The engine of the Porsche rumbled softly.
"Someone sprayed 'Darkness Rising' on my clearing!" Aquila pointed out in her German accent, clearly not happy in the slightest.
"The graffiti has turned up everywhere," Dragona replied, "Someone sprayed my car, and according to Cabader there's some all over Europe."
"It's annoying," she said simply, "Oh wait, your car? How did you get it off again?"
"I just made it change colour, that refreshed the paint. I know it's annoying. Trust me, I wasn't happy when my car was vandalised either. Cabader has heard that Ytol Heas has some back to life, and he thinks that is connected with the graffiti."
"But the poor grass didn't do anything to him!" Aquila said, "... I shouldn't go to my clearing for a while, should I?"
"It's probably a good idea not to. You should go somewhere safe... I will come and pick you up. Where are you?"
"I'm in an oak. I'll be at home, though. I'll just tell my parents I'll be staying with you for a while."
"I'll be with you in about an hour. Just make sure you're safe," Dragona responded, then disconnected.
He then turned to Cabader. "You might want to hold on. We're going invisible, for a start."
Cabader nodded in response, "You said an hour. She is all the way in Germany... we are in London. I can tell you are going to make it into a plane. You do not have to warn me. I am not stupid."
Dragona took off the cap of the gearstick to reveal a red button. He pressed it, and it clicked. The outside of the car shimmered, then disappeared completely.
"Once we're in the air, we won't have to be invisible. It's only for now," he said, "F-22 Raptor." he told the artificial intelligence inside the car.
The Porsche whirred inside as invisible wings slid out from either side of the car. The windscreen became thinner and longer. Cabader's chair moved so it was behind him as the glass bent out of place so it covered their heads. Meanwhile, the back of the car folded in on itself until it was much thinner than usual. More metal sprouted from the top of the tail and after several more moments the transformation was complete.
The Porsche had now become an F-22 Raptor, a fighter jet very popular with the American Air Force. Dragona just liked the plane because... well, now that he thought about it, it was because he could absolutely kick ass with it on an aeroplane game he had on his PlayStation 3. But he did like the look of it in comparison to the other fighter jets.
He switched the F-22 so it had a VTOL function. The Vertical Take Off and Landing procedure was impossible for a standard Raptor to have, but he had installed it on to the artificial intelligence because it was incredibly useful for urban flights. A straight road which spanned for the length of a runway was rather rare.
The steering wheel and the pedals, despite the rest of the Porsche, had not changed. He pressed the accelerator pedal and pulled the steering wheel towards him and the Porsche slowly lifted into the air.
When he gained enough altitude, the Porsche shot off into the horizon.
However, his flight was cut short by another phone call. He slowed down the Porsche, then answered mid-flight.
"It's Austin."
"Oh yeah you, what is this about?"
"S**t. Yeah, what about Ytol?"
"He told me to give you a message that he is gonna kill you," Austin said.
"But I'm sure I could help fight this Ytol guy until he's dead."
"Yeah, we could use you but right now I'm busy. I might meet you later, right?"
"Ok," was the reply.
"Listen," Dragona said to him, "Tomorrow text me and I'll text you back saying where I'll meet you. It'll be nice to catch up again."
"Ok. Bye."
He pressed the disconnect button then concentrated on flying.
Cabader cocked his head, "Who was that?"
"It was Austin. Ytol has promised to kill me," Dragona said, "So it's important we get to my island. It'll be about an hour or so to Germany. You're on the guns, so if you see any hostile aircraft - particulary Ytol - just blast him out of the sky. Austin will text me tomorrow, and I'll go and pick him up."
And so they went to Germany in the fighter jet.

Dragona activated the cloaking device again as he neared the road. As soon as he landed the plane, he returned it to the default Porsche 911 GT3 RS.
He pushed down on the accelerator again, making the Porsche roll to a stop outside the house of Aquila Felis.
Dragona opened his door and stepped outside, shutting it behind him. There was a clunk as Cabader did the same from the Porsche's other side.
He went to the boot of the car. He swung it open to reveal a pump action shotgun. He threw it to Cabader, who caught it, loaded it, then held it in his hands.
Dragona, however, prefered a different type of gun.
He opened the space where the spare tyre would normally be. There was a black Arctic Warfare Super Magnum, a sniper rifle that was perfect for shooting long distances. There were numerous different sights and scopes he could use as an attachment set into the black foam where he retrieved the sniper.
He screwed on a silencer to the muzzle of the gun, then clicked an ACOG scope in place. He checked it was level by looking down the sight, smiling slightly at the crosshair with the smiley face in the middle. He had designed it out of sheer randomness, but he found it amusing.
Despite the fact the sniper was a long-range gun, the ACOG scope reduced it to 4x zoom, instead of 12x that it had been previously.
Dragona pushed the five round magazine up into the weapon then extended the pull bolt so a bullet was moved into place.
The gun, being entirely customised, was able to have several other attachments native to other guns such as rifles and pistols. There looked to be no lighting in Aquila's house, so he clicked a tactical light in place, and a grenade launcher underneath the barrel.
He turned to Cabader, with a gun at least twice the size of his shotgun, and also twice as heavy. He didn't mind, though. It looked cool, it was cool, and he could kill people from over a kilometre away.
"Ok, let's go," he said, shutting the boot of the car.
Cabader tilted his head, "Now that is a big gun."
"I know, right?"
They ran over to Aquila's house. The gate was left open so they slipped inside. The door however, was locked.
"I'll take it down with a grenade," Dragona said, then slid a grenade into the hollow pipe of the grenade launcher set underneath his sniper.
"Do not do that," Cabader said, "She may be in no danger at all, and the grenade could take out half of the house."
"Ah. Good point. Oh well, there's plenty of other things to test it on... Ytol Heas, mainly," he said, "I'll see how Ytol likes having a face full of a grenade."
"I doubt he would be impressed," Cabader said, "You can open the lock with the air. You do not have to destroy half of the door."
Dragona nodded, then propped the gun up against the gate post. He raised his hand and inserted some particals of air into the lock, then formed the air in a solid barrier in the shape of the key. He twisted it and it unlocked the door.
Cabader turned the handle and he pushed open the door. He went first, striding into the hallway with his shotgun raised.
Dragona followed, aiming over Cabader's shoulder with his large sniper rifle. The red crosshair of the ACOG scope glowed in the dark, which aided his vision. He clicked on the tactical light and the white beam lit up the darkness.
There were voices from inside the living room. Cabader slowly twisted the door handle and barged his way through.
"Freeze!" Dragona yelled at the top of his voice.
There were movements from within the room and a strange glow that kept changing every few moments.
"I think we should blow this place up," said a voice.
"Yeah, I'll get the bombs. You get the cars," replied another.
A light clicked on.
Dragona searched for movement with his tactical light as he entered.
"You know, you could have just used the door bell, right?" Aquila's voice said from within. As the full room came into view, he saw her sat on the sofa with her parents sat in chairs either side of her.
She was watching a film.
And her parents were looking at him and Cabader with their eyes wide.
"Well this is awkward," Dragona said.
Aquila sighed, then turned to her parents, "Sorry, wartet einen Moment. Ich rede mit ihnen."
"Ok," was the reply from her father.
Aquila stood up and walked towards the door. Dragona and Cabader went back to the hallway. She shut the door behind her.
When they were out of her parent's listening range, she arched an eyebrow. "Why did you run in here with guns? I'm perfectly safe."
"You were there when Ytol was killed," Dragona said to her, "He'll want to pay you a visit too. The best thing we can do now is all get together. Get a large group of us in the same place. I have some friends that could help. It's the only chance we have."
Cabader nodded, "And, we have to assume there are more people than Ytol Heas that have come back to life. The person, or whatever managed to revive them, must be very powerful. We need somewhere easy to defend."
"My island. It shows up on no map because it's so small, and it has some magical and physical defences. Particulary a huge naval cannon, that I'm rather proud of," Dragona told her, "It would be the best place to go under the circumstances."
Dragona's phone rang.
He took it out of his pocket and swiped the screen to answer the call.
"Hello?" he spoke into the phone.
"Dragona, listen," said the voice on the other end. A deep male voice with the hint of a German accent - Emit Sargo, "There's a group of sorcerers called Blue Moon. You know them, right?"
"Hello Emit. And yes, I do. All wear gas masks and black clothing, carry automatic pistols and ride motorbikes? Fun to shoot? They the ones you mean?"
"Yes. Those are the ones. Big fan of apocalypses and stuff. Tend to help people who want to destroy the world... I'm just tracking twenty nine of them heading towards your position. Better get out of the building you're in and prepare for a lot of gunshots."
"Thanks Emit. Any ETA on them?"
"About seven minutes. They're coming in from all directions."
"Come to my island tomorrow, Emit. We need your help."
"Roger that Mr Pine. Tomorrow it is," Emit replied with a smile in his voice, "After all, how long has it been?"
"Our last meeting hasn't even happened for another... thousand years or so? So not long at all, in fact."
"Bye Dragona."
"Bye Emit."
He turned to Cabader.
"We have some of our friends The Blue Moon heading this way. I'll get up on that hill over there with my sniper. You need to stay on the road and Aquila... to make sure you're safe, could you stay in the car?"
She nodded and smiled, "I'll talk to Steve."
"My car isn't called Steve."
"The artificial intelligence is."
"No it isn't, it doesn't have any name."
"It told me it was called Steve. We're good friends."
"Ok then, you can talk to Steve whilst Cabader and I shoot everyone."

Dragona went and laid down on top of the hill with his sniper. He had changed the ACOG scope for its traditional 12x rifle scope and the grenade launcher for a bipod so he could steady it against the ground. The silencer, however, was still on.
He could see the Blue Moon motorcycle riders coming over the horizon. Cabader was stood next to the Porsche, ready with his shotgun to take on as many Blue Moon soldiers as came at him. Aquila was sat in the Porsche, with all the doors locked. She was talking to the AI inside his car.
He raised his sniper and rested the bipod on a small mound of dirt, then aimed down the scope.
Dragona sent out a hollow tube of air from the barrel of his gun, all the way to the Blue Moon members who were rapidly approaching the Porsche. This would make sure that he could fire straight. He wouldn't have to compensate for gravity nor the wind speed.
He slowly twisted the gun on its bipod so he was constantly aiming at the Blue Moon members.
Dragona waited until the perfect moment, then fired.
The gun hardly made a sound.
The bullet, meanwhile, travelled at eight hundred and fifty metres per second. It took just over a moment to flash towards the Blue Moon members. It struck the leading rider in the temple, blowing a large chunk of his head off. The bullet carried on, however, and struck a second member in the neck. Both fell off their bikes and hit the floor.
Dragona made sure another bullet was in the firing chamber, then aimed again.
He heard a rustling sound from behind him and there was a disturbance in the air.
There were two Blue Moon members sneaking up on him from behind, one with a savage knife raised. It had a serrated edge and a gut hook on the tip. Not something he wanted sticking out of his back.
As the Blue Moon member swung the knife towards him, he rolled over, brought up his sniper and shot the person with the knife straight through the glass of their gas mask.
The second member took out a sword, so Dragona dropped his sniper and drew both of his. He would have used the gun, but it would take several seconds to move the pull bolt to put another round in the firing chamber. Several seconds he didn't have.
Dragona noticed shadows swirling around the blade.
"Oh s**t, Necromancer," he hissed as the Blue Moon member sent tendrils of darkness at him. He rolled out of the way, managing to slice the tips off several of the strands before he twisted to his feet. He set his swords alight. They glowed with a blue flame, travelling the full length of his katanas.
Dragona sliced his sword sideways through the wave of shadows that were sent at him. He felt the slight metallic clang as his swords met that of the Necromancer.
The Blue Moon member spun and lashed out with a sharpened blade of shadows. He blocked it with a solid barrier of air, then swiped at the Necromancer's legs. The Necromancer jumped, and swung his shadow-infused blade down, which Dragona blocked with the flat of his blade and opened up the Necromancer's defences by pushing his sword out wide.
He used the advantage to elbow the Blue Moon member in the chest, instantly winding him and again giving him plenty of time to slice a long cut down the middle of the Necromancer's chest, which he only had time to do before the sword-wielding man leaped out of the way.
The Necromancer shadow-jumped behind him, but Dragona was ready. He elbowed the Blue Moon member in the face, ducked underneath a wave of shadows then, as he spun, he opened up a long and deep cut through the Necromancer's stomach. Something next to no one could survive from.
The Blue Moon member dropped to the floor, and he sheathed his swords.
He picked up his sniper again and made sure a bullet was in the firing chamber by pulling the pull bolt. The gang members were definitely near Cabader now.
And he wanted to be in the middle of the fight.
Dragona jumped off the edge of the hill, pushing the air to slow his descent to the bottom. He landed softly, and sprinted down the slight incline towards his Porsche.
It took him about a minute to get there. He opened the boot, put the sniper in and took out an MP5A3.
The Heckler & Koch MP5A3 was famous for being a perfect counter-terrorist weapon. It provided plenty of fire power in a small package, and had a good rate of fire perfect for nearly any environment.
And Dragona liked the sound it made.
He loaded it, then crouched next to the Porsche. He rested the gun over the bonnet and aimed his gun down the road.
"Nice for you to join me," Cabader said.
"Being a sniper is too boring," Dragona replied with a shrug, "This is much more fun."
A machine gun slid out from Cabader's forearm. It began to spin with a whirring noise that was audible even from the other side of the Porsche.
As soon as the first motorcycle rider came into view, Dragona and Cabader began firing at the same time. The MP5A3 had a much faster rate of fire, so it fired several rounds in the space Cabader had only fired one.
Dragona, though, had a perfect aim, and the first rider dropped after a few rounds. He didn't stop. They flooded all over the road, so he began spraying bullets everywhere. Several dropped, but most bullets only hit the motorbikes.
When the sub-machine gun clicked empty, Dragona put it down on the ground and drew his swords.
Bullets pinged off the bodywork of the Porsche as he closed in on the Blue Moon members, who were climbing off their motorbikes. Cabader still fired his machine gun, though he was allowing them to come closer to engage him in close-quarters combat.
A blast of energy hissed past Dragona's head as he sliced through the side of one of the members, then he spun, blocking a blow of a large hammer with his sword, whilst opening up the stomach of the Blue Moon member with his other blade.
He blocked a gunshot from a silenced automatic pistol using the air, then allowed the bullets to fall to the floor as he carved his way through the Blue Moon soldiers.
Dragona spun his swords in his hands, then blocked a swing of a heavy greatsword with his katanas in an 'x' shape. He twisted the swords and the blade of the gang member shattered into several pieces. He immediately had to block another strike of a blade, whilst kicking another masked figure in the chest.
Dragona ducked underneath several swipes of blades and splayed his fingers over the ground. The floor shook as cracks spread in all directions. He made water flow to the surface, then rolled out of the way as a silenced pistol fired and the bullet hit the ground instead.
He altered the temperature of the air, and the water froze. The ground was covered in ice.
Several of the Blue Moon members fell instantly, but Dragona danced over the ice. His feet made as little contact as possible to the ground, only a half of his feet at the most. He blocked swipes and stabs as fast as they came, and responded with those of his own, which killed or knocked over many of the gang members.
He swung his right katana into the gut of a gang member, then as he doubled over in pain, Dragona rolled over his back and continued the fighting in a seperate space where he wasn't currently surrounded.
A fireball crackled next to his arm and he felt the flames scorch his arm, but he didn't lose concentration.
Block. Swipe. Parry. Stab. Dodge. Duck. Block. Swipe.
He continued the fight, still not feeling tired unlike the Blue Moon members who definitely were. They hadn't got his stamina. They hadn't got his speed. And most of all, they had next to no experience. Their blows were clumsy and most of them went wide. They were too close for comfort, however, which made him instinctively block their blows despite the fact most didn't need them.
He had already killed most of them, and several more were laying on the floor, not moving, blood coating their clothing.
The ground was already slippery under his feet, even without the ice. There was a thick layer of blood over the ground. A crimson blanket that covered the floor.
However, it didn't break Dragona's stride. He was trained to fight on any surface, even up the side of a building. He only changed his foot position slightly with every step and made sure that he had enough grip to be able to swing his sword, but otherwise his fighting style was no different.
The Blue Moon members were not so fortunate. The combination of blood and ice kept making them fall over, and that allowed them to fall victim to his swords which spun in a vicious ark. He showed them no mercy. They weren't here for him, or Cabader. They had left no trace of their trip to Germany, which only left one possibility.
They were after Aquila.
No one wanted to hurt Aquila. Unless...
Ytol. He had planned to take her hostage. He, however, had not counted on Dragona and Cabader's presence. That much was clear. If he had known Dragona would have been there, he'd have come in person. Not leave it up to the clever, but inexperienced Blue Moon. As far as Ytol was concerned, it would have been a simple pick up and go. Not a bloody firefight that painted the road in blood. If it had been, he would have sent a hundred. At least. Not nearly thirty.
He despatched the last of his group of the Blue Moon with a swipe of his sword, then wiped the blades clean on one of their jackets.
Cabader meanwhile, had about ten surrounding him. He was spinning and twisting and sending jets of fire everywhere. Corpses littered the ground around him, some charred, many with cuts in their chests.
Cabader extended his hands, letting blows rain down on him. None had any affect, even the magical ones. Dragona sat on the bonnet of the Porsche and watched. He didn't want to help - Cabader was definitely able to take on a couple of gang members by himself.
Just to prove it, as if Cabader had read his mind, he sent waves of fire out. It instantly cremated all of the men, living and not.
Dragona smiled at him, "I've never seen you do that before."
"I have never done that before. I thought it would be effective on multiple targets," Cabader replied with a shrug.
"We need to get going. No doubt Ytol will recieve news of us killing the Blue Moon. We need to get to my island, and fast," he replied, and opened the Porsche door.
"Me and Steve had a wonderful conversation," Aquila said with a smile.
"All the Blue Moon are dead," Cabader pointed out, "We are leaving."
"Oh, ok. That was quick," she said.
"We didn't waste any time," Dragona replied, "Black Jaguar XF."
The Porsche deformed and twisted and folded, making a slight whirring noise as it did so. The paint changed to black and the lights became elongated and stretched, until they looked fierce and cool.
After a few moments, the Porsche 911 GT3 RS had changed into a black Jaguar XF.
"Unless you count a helicopter," Dragona said, "That would be very slow; the best way of travel, with four seats, would be a car until we reach the sea. It won't take us long, maybe a few days."
Cabader shook his head, "I can use the fire to fly, remember? You and Aquila can take the plane, and I will fly alongside."
Dragona turned to Aquila, "Want to see my island, now?"

Monday, 13 May 2013

Trip Castalan: Pet Projects

Trip Castalan: Pet projects

Before I start I would like to thank Dragona, because if this hadn't been about to start my brain probably would've exploded from all the plot lines running around in my head for mc, even though I couldn't join. I was starting to slip back into the frame of mind I was in when my cat died, so this has literally stopped my brain exploding. Thank you.

Detective inspector Albatross looked across the bound cell at the captive, the lights that covered every surface were blinding, but it was the only safe way to ask his question. “Come on, tell me. You’re safe here, there’s no way he can get to you. There are no  shadows, and every inch of this room is watched by at least two cameras. So I’ll ask again, what happened when Trip Castalan tracked down your organisation, the ‘channeler assassins’ and supposedly killed your leader and five of your members.”
“I will not tell you anything,” spat the prisoner in a thick eastern-European accent, “I have no desire to die for your foolishness.”
“Well that is a shame, because from what I’ve heard, he kills both the interviewer and the interviewee, regardless of whether the question is answered, so do please tell me, and smile for the camera.” The captive was just about to re-enact the french siege scene (You know, ve fart in your general direcsion, English pigs! etc) from monty python’s the holy grail, when Trip Castalan walked in, sadistically smiling. “You know, you really are an idiot, you went to all this trouble to stop me turning up, and you leave a nice little door for me to walk through.” He said, a claw of energy appearing on his hand, all the colour draining from Albatross’ face. Trip used his left hand to pick Albatross up by the neck. “The cell... it’s... bound...” he said, choking. Trip shoved the claw into Albatross’ stomach, relishing his screams of anguish. The captive tried to bolt for the door, but Trip’s hand glowed a malicious dark purple, and the prisoner was coated in a thin layer of energy, and was lifted into the air. “You’re not leaving the party so soon?” He asked, his voice dripping with mock sadness. “What a shame.” He started to slowly close his left hand, and the captive appeared to be in pain. Then Albatross heard bones crack and snap. Blood started to explode from the captive’s skin, it pressed up against the energy and Albatross heard him start to drown in his own blood. Then he heard a loud squelch and a bang as Trip closed his hand into a fist, grinning with delight. Then he opened his hand and the mushed up remains of the captive fell onto the floor with an audible slosh. Albatross looked on, his face a mask of sheer terror, completely forgetting about Trip’s claw in his chest, Trip decided to give him a friendly reminder by crushing it, The detective inspector’s screams cocaine to his ears. He threw him on the floor, and stepped on his chest, feeling the detective inspector’s ribs crack, but kept going. He felt his foot go into Albatross, crushing his heart and lungs. The interrogator screamed an animal howl of sheer pain, long and unbreaking, until only blood bubbled up from his throat, making only a slight bubbling noise. Trip used energy to pick up Albatross and smash him into the cameras positioned around the room, but audio was still available and all that could be heard was Albatross’ final minute long screech of agony as Trip finished him...

  (Note: In most of my fight scenes unlike the one above, each sentence covers roughly a half to two seconds)Trip Castalan ran into the room, blades of energy under his arms, he was in a melee mood. He jumped and embedded one straight in his first opponent’s face, killing him instantly. He dissipated the energy and twirled down low, crouching. He bounced back off his toes and punched another sorcerer in the face, left handed. Then he placed his right hand on the man’s face and sent in  a solid pillar of energy, destroying his brain. A woman drew a sword in front of him, and he exploded energy out from inside her, utterly annihilating her. He kicked open the door to the next room and surveyed his opponents. 7, no ranged weapons, 3 melee, 2 elementals and a necromancer, no other information could be gleaned. He drew his sword and filled it with soul energy, limboing under an electrified chop. He came up behind his assailant and used energy to pull him into his sword. He heard someone running up behind him, he sent a fist of energy straight out from his back, and heard a smush as it went through his would be attacker. He with drew his sword from his previous opponent and flung him over his shoulder, blocking a fireball whilst twisting around. He caught a spear and sliced it across someone’s chest, then he quickly stabbed it up and through their brain. He felt the air get displaced as someone swung a sword at him, he placed hardened energy on the would-be impact zone and turned to face the necromancer. But the impact never came, but he saw a flash of purple, making a mental note to thank Hypsin later. As he finished turning  he saw a cleaver fighting an elemental. This left only the elemental, the necromancer and a woman with crimson red eyes. Trip deflected the daggers of arrows lazily, then moved forwards incredibly fast and drove his sword through the necromancer’s chest. Then he used a wall of energy to crush the necromancer on the wall, quick and almost painlessly as he felt the air ripple and the cleaver shout. As he spun around he corrected himself, a cleaver shouted, there were three now, and one scythed the elemental in place while another took his head off. Then the woman with crimson eyes appeared, she smashed a cleaver straight into the ground with a primal roar of rage. At the same time the cleaver who had been air rippled away leapt off the wall, hoping to get her between the shoulder blades, but she spun around and smashed him into the ground while kicking the other in the chest. He slammed into a wall with a horrible crunching sound. Trip snapped into action, he slammed her across the room into the wall using energy, but all she did was grunt. He ran at her with his word, ducking under a swipe, knowing it was pretty much only luck that his head was still on. But she kept going around and punched the wall, which appeared to hurt her. Trip slashed diagonally, in an attack she couldn’t escape, intending to cut her in half. But she backhand blocked, only getting a nasty cut where his magical sword should have gone right through it. Then she grabbed it with her left hand and through it across the room, only getting burned by the heat of the sword, Trip saw her veins throbbing, blood was pouring out that cut at a tremendous rate an her eyes were going a paler shade of red. He barged her into a corner then used energy to fling her over his shoulder and smash her onto the concrete floor head first. He leapt up, going to land on her chest and wind her, but she caught his knees. He knew she would crush them if he didn’t act fast. He spread his knees apart and kicked her in the chin by rotating his knees. Then as she released in pain, he landed on her chest. His knee hit her solar plexus, his other on the floor. HE pulled back his fist, energy snaking around it, this would go right through her head. But as she looked up, he realised he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to kill her. His calm, rational battle state of mind was telling him she was a threat and needed to be eliminated, but he couldn’t finish her. They both just stayed there for a long couple of seconds, the red receding from her eyes, until she passed out. He stood up and sent a trail of energy to pick up his sword while shouting “Clear!” He walked out the door and put the sword back in it’s sheath. Xephos smiled at him. “Sounded rough in there, lots of wall slamming?” He asked
“Yeah, fat lot of use you’re being, Mr.enhanced strength. Did we get the waiting rooms cleared out?”
“Yep just the interview room left, it’s up ahead. No sign of her yet.” Said Hypsin.
“Then she’ll be in there then, best get a move on! Thanks for the save by the way. I’ll take point, Hyspin and Xephos behind me. Cleavers form up in pairs behind them, when we get in surround the perimeter of the room. We are to take her into custody. I beat the detectives to it!”He said in an authoritative tone, apart from the last sentence, which he said with palpable glee. They advanced cautiously towards the iron door, the very air buzzing with expectancy. Trip tiptoed up to the door and, with an energy coated hand, flicked the lock, and it smashed out of the door, which swung lazily open. He stepped in, slowly. He blocked a hand that smashed in from the side at an impossible strength, turning on his heels. What he saw in front of him was nothing short of an abomination. Like something that had stepped out of a nightmare, a girl stood before him. She really was just a girl, clearly barely in her teens. But that wasn't what was so shocking, she had soul eating pit black eyes, no whites, just staring black. Her skin was cracked and blistered around her facial features, which all held an odd sheen of black. He countered with a palm to the face, which she ducked under, so he swung his leg in a wide arc, getting her in the chest. But his leg kept going, supported by energy it threw her across the room. She landed on her feet, chuckling. she tapped the underside of the desk, the only feature in the concrete room apart from the metal chair behind it. The door slammed shut, cutting Trip off from his allies as it melded with the walls. But then the floor began to sink into the ground, faster and faster they went. It was like a lift that had it’s cables cut, and the safety mechanism had failed. Trip crouched down, one hand on the floor, but the girl just stood there. Then it abruptly stopped, he could hear shouting from up above, with his friends trying to break the door and Xephos punching it, he had super strength after all. For now anyway. He stood up, and looked at the smiling girl, he could feel the malicious intent radiating off her. “You’re in big trouble missy. Didn’t you think that we would find you? You’ve been advertising! You didn’t think we’d pick up on something this big? I’ve been hunting you for months!” Said Trip, both of them beginning to circle. “I did not think you would not find me... I just did not care. I do not fear you or your silly little organisations.”
“So many people do not, and that is their downfall. Fear makes us rational, fear keeps us safe, fear, keeps us rooted in reality. By releasing your fear, you believe you have released a weakness, but really you have released your survival mechanism.”
“I have not released my fear, I merely do not feel it towards you. I could destroy you on the slightest whim.”
“In which case I am arresting you for disturbing the peace, conspiracy to commit murder, conspiracy to create unrest, breaking multiple zoning laws by making this hole and digging up dead bodies without consent from next of kin.” said Trip.
“I’m afraid I cannot allow that, you see, I control life and death and have great plans, which you will not disturb.”
“You aren’t going to resurrect Mevolent are you?” asked Trip with a grimace. “Because that’s a really old one.” The girl just smiled at him, and they circled for another few seconds and then a metal piece of wall fell from the sky and Trip heard exclamation from above as Trip heard his friends discover the massive hole. Trip took out his shackles, “Come quietly now, or I can get retrospective permission to use lethal force.” he said moving towards her. She moved forwards impossibly fast and crushed them in her hands. He push kicked her across the room and splayed his hand in her direction. Energy exploded her from the inside out, obliterating her. He breathed a sigh of relief, that could've been much harder than it had been. He turned to the wall, about to lift himself up with pillars of energy when he saw a piece of flesh sliding across the floor. He turned around and saw her being reconstructed from the feet upwards, her clothes melded with her skin as she reconstituted herself. But it wasn’t possible! She had no brain to order herself to rebuild, no one could do that... Her head finished reassembling, and she just stood there, smiling. Then she laughed. “What are you?” asked Trip. “What are you?!” he screamed.”Your worst nightmare...” she replied, in a cliche way, clearly mocking him. Something clicked in Trip at that moment, not anger, but a realisation. He shouted and sent a ripple of energy at her, but she tapped it and it shattered, going a cold, hard purple, falling to the floor. “You see Mr.Castalan, soul is life force, everyone has their own, but I control life and death, is it not natural I am impervious to your attacks?” she asked. Trip fired lasers, used energy ripples, sent tentacles and a destructor beam but nothing worked, she just deactivated them all. “Toodles!” She said, wiggling her fingers. Ytol Heas appeared behind her and they teleported away. “Damn...” muttered Trip, wandering over to the desk. He found the sigil he was looking for, tapped it and the floor started to rise. He leaned on it, feeling old, exhausted. He thought back to when he had first started looking into it.

  About two months before he had found a man spraying darkness rising on an alley wall. When he questioned him about vandalism he merely said he didn’t care, finished his work and ran off. Trip had been looking into these pieces of grafitti, regular people didn’t spray darkness rising, they did street art and luKaz waz ere squiggly line. No one picked up on this, apart from Trip. It was his job after all. He had submitted a threat report when he found the same man stabbed by a pike of energy by a protective sigil at his home, halfway through writing darkness rising. It wasn’t taken seriously, so Trip looked into it further, he started to really get somewhere. It was popping up everywhere. Regular detectives were on the case, he was happy to share his knowledge. It was still his investigation though, nothing had happened to display any real threat. Then they attacked the English sanctuary, and the investigation was out of his hands. But it was still a pet project of his. He had found this little interviewing parlour, where people went to join the organisation. So he sent word to the detectives, commandeered some cleavers and attacked. He had realised they were raising the dead only recently, and only truly believed it when  he saw Ytol with his own eyes. And now they were gone again, but he had leads, the detectives had the same leads, it was almost a game to him. Who would figure it out first? Only skill would tell. The floor stopped moving and after a brief conversation with Hypsin and Xephos they left and called the sanctuary, telling them that the main members escaped, but all the applicants were dead. He headed home by teleporter, payed him and walked in. As  much as he wanted to sleep he had another pet project to work on. This one was bigger than this one could ever be. In his opinion of course.

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Austin Daran - Part 2

Austin ran away from base with his phone and nothing else. This guy called Ytol was very evil and he didn't want Dragona to die. After all he was a friend. He would ring him up and tell Dragona about the threat and then together they would kill this guy. He speed dialed Dragona after ten seconds of ringing he picked up.
"Its Austin."
"Oh yeah you what is this about?"
Austin heard him curse and then he spoke.
"Yeah what about Ytol?"
"He told me to give you a message that he is gonna kill you."
"But I'm sure I could help fight this Ytol guy until he's dead."
"Yeah we could use you but right now I'm busy I might meet you later right."
"Listen," said Dragona. "Tommorow text me and I'll text you back saying where I'll meet you, it'll be nice to catch up again."
"OK, bye."
The landline went dead. Austin ran on the base would be after him soon.

The lady, Rastana, came into Austin's room. He wasn't there. The only thing there was a not saying HAVE GONE TO FIGHT THE DARKNESS RISING!
"No he'll be killed I must find him."
A man walked through.
"What's the matter?"
"Austin he's gone!"
"Quick we must alert the rest of the nest we must absorb the rest of his energy."
"Yes we cannot let him go he will feed our nest for another seven hundred years."
"Come on then lets go."
They both headed out to catch their pray their lives depended on it.

The young boys parents had left him. Deserted him. He was in a dark tunnel and he was screaming there was no light and every once in a while he would shiver. He had been like this for two hours until the woman in the light came. 
"Are you OK, child."
"My Mummy and daddy left me."
"Oh but it alright should I take you back to my place OK."
They walked home in the brutal wind until they reached a black building. They entered
 it and the boy was left in a room. He was happy... for now.

Austin didn't know where to go. He was lost he couldn't get help of Dragona until tommorow he was doomed. In fact it reminded him of a time when he was four...
Austin carried on. He walked until he felt like his feet could not carry him anymore. He fell down and just sat down... as he sat down all he saw was DARKNESS RISING... wrote in deep piercing blood. Whoever these people were they were tough.