Authoress Note: All right, so in the past I've never been that good with Legacy of Kain fanfiction. I try a lot of things that I later don't end up liking because I don't like it or the fans don't like it. Hopefully this will be of great help. I had a lot of inspiration from another fanfiction I'm doing in order to perform this and I hope to God that it pays off and this fanfiction, this time, around will work.
Enough about that, let's get started shall we.
Thanks.
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Disclaimer 1: I do not own the Legacy of Kain series or its characters. Legacy of Kain is owned by Crystal Dynamics, Edios, and Amy Hening.
Disclaimer 2: If you note an idea of Alice in Wonderland hinting in this fanfiction, it does not belong to me, it is owned by Lewis Carroll.
Disclaimer 3: I have my own original characters that belong to me (Madame Hatter, Mistress Hare, and ect). Please do not steal them.
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Commotion
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"Cell #12 is destroyed! IX is loose-GRAHH!"Splatter!
Squish!
There was feline-like growling and yowling until the advancing guards upon it were brought down with a single swipe of rusty chains hanging from shackles wrapped around wrists.
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"Hold him off as long as you can! Check the others! Make sure they're not open as well"
"Are you mad?! He's all ready taken down twenty-six of our kinsmen, while being restrained. We can't hold him back forever!"
"Send for the Sarafan Lord! They've all gotten loose!"
"NO!"
Time seemed to freeze upon the Hylden soldiers and they were suddenly sliced in half by a scythe with a pocket-watch attachment to it. Glinting emerald eyes glared at the bodies as they fell to the ground and a terrified squeak came from behind the scythe.
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Panic
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"The Sarafan Lord has fallen!"
"What?! No! It can't be-ARGHH!!!"
Hands clasped over ears as a deafening opera screech came from the hallway they were in and their heads suddenly gushed blood from ears before they dropped dead from aneurisms. High-heeled boots clicked against the stone floor with determination and the haunting opera screech came again as more soldiers flooded the hallway.
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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There was recollection of built up pain and agony, experiments, blood transfusions, genetic corruption, mutation, and torture. There was a scythe, a screeching opera scream, time freezing on the tormentors, objects being thrown by mental magnitudes, and of course the old fashioned 'slice 'n' dice' with bare hands.
A mighty silver axe crashed down on many necks, poisonous fans rained down upon those who had dared cross them, a spear made of rough diamond inflicting insanity, and double blades as black as ink skewered those whom crossed their path.
Blood, gallons of it seemed wash over in faded memories of gray. Eyes blinked rapidly in slumber until they opened to reveal cat-like pupils staring through irises of yellow-green.
They dilated briefly before returning to normal sized again. He rolled over in his itchy pile of hay before cold water was poured over his head. "GAH!!!" He hissed in anger.
Eyes glared up at the young woman standing over him with a teapot filled with cold water in her hands. Emerald eyes locked with the yellow-green ones and she spoke. "We have work to do, Cat."
There was silence before a jagged grin appeared on his previously angry face. "They're coming back aren't they?"
"…Her Majesty sent word. She can feel them coming. Do you think you can handle the task?" A musty maroon top hat was tilted slightly
"…I've lived more lives than just 9."
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Heels clicked along the hallway of the mansion, while boots clomped at the other end. "Madame Hatter." Said the woman it belonged towards the other.
"Mistress Hare." The young woman, called Madame Hatter, responded.
They walked down the hallway towards each other before stopping in front and doing some kind of secret handshake before bumping hips and chuckling humorously. "Ah, still have it I see?"
"Always have, always will. Where's Mr. Full-of-fleas?" A pair of grey rabbit-esque ears twitched together atop curly black hair that drastically contrasted to chocolate colored skin covered in neon great tribal tattoos.
"Mr. Cat is out on an errand. He's putting our plan on display by going to the first source of the problem." The top hat was flicked off straight locks of brown hair before the brim landed between slender fingers. She twirled it around briefly before kicking it around on her boots like a hacky-sack and watched as it landed in back on her head.
"Hmph." Mistress Hare rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're lucky, our generous host has tolerated our sporadic behavior for so long."
"He likes when you strut." Madame Hatter informed, brows rising suggestively. "Of course you've so quaintly drop kicked him several times at his advances on you."
"…He's green and I have a hinting notion (though I don't want to find out) that he is somewhat furry as well." Mistress Hare shuddered. Her teeth grit when she heard a creak on the stairwell in front of them.
"Ladies." Came a deep voice. Vorador was standing there watching their conversation. Of course, not much seemed to have changed about the elder vampire except the fact his lechery was being beaten down to it's last inch by the rabbit-eared woman standing at the top of the stairs.
"Everything is well in your accommodations?"
"You're aware we are enemies of your kind, Mr. Vorador." Madame Hatter turned to him with a frown, crossing her arms in front of herself. Mistress Hare dusted off several things on her companion's blazer and gave Vorador a scowl from next to the Hatter woman.
"Residing in the same home as my enemy is nothing. Thousands of your kin have probably died here before and many more after them followed (I assume). Of course, if your agenda is destroying them by genocide, be my guest. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Vorador quoted, his brows rose, as the woman who liked to kick him so much moved away from her friend.
"Spare us." Mistress Hare mocked him, stepping down the stairs pulling up her barmaid skirts in order to be able to kick Vorador better at close range. "If there's any hidden meaning or hint in those words you shall sorely regret them." She warned, having a murderous glint in her eyes that were the same color as Madame Hatter's.
"Why don't you tell me about Mr. Pussy Cat and his endeavors. What does he get out of helping you? I mean, you're all a bunch of misfits running around Nosgoth like you run it." Vorador chuckled humorously. "How is Mr. Chevalier? Madame Harlequin?"
A riding crop was suddenly produced from Madame Hatter's blazer and she pointed it at Vorador's chest before slapping it against him with a frown. "You will do well to call me Madame 'Hatter'. I am not your friend and I will not be your plaything. Otherwise Mistress Hare, Mr. Cat, or I will have to hurt you. It's not easy for us to avoid violence when we feel threatened, Mr. Vorador. It's only natural if we attack because we feel threatened or because we know that nothing good will come of it."
Vorador snatched the riding crop from her and snapped it in half, gritting his fangs at Madame Harlequin Hatter before drawing back when he realized how close Mistress Hare was to him with her heels.
"Back…off."
"Very well…warning noted. I understand. How long does Mr. Chevalier plan to go backwards in time?"
"To the point where the Timestreamer is. You're all ready familiar with him. So are we." Madame Hatter could care less about her riding crop, but of course she could replace it in time. "Reginald will help Mr. Cat in that department."
"But what if Mr. Rabbit cannot bring him back?" Vorador asked. "I understand that he can manipulate time, but how will he get Mr. Cat back to this time and place?" He sounded cocky and sneered at Mistress Hare before she pressed her knee against his gut.
"Back." She hissed.
"Henrietta." Madame Hatter said with a small smile. "Why don't we sit down for a cup of tea?"
"I'd rather settle for poker. We've beaten this old cocker in almost every game we've played with him. I wouldn't mind humiliating him again. It's fun, and I like watching you lose your patience." Henrietta Hare growled, stepping away from a stressed looking Vorador.
"You're starting to tug at my nerves, children. Now, how will Mr. Cat return to this present time if Moebius the Timestreamer is in a different time right now?" He rubbed his stomach with a grunt and stood up straight.
Madame Hatter turned her back to Vorador and looked up at mural on the wall, her short skirts swayed slightly as she walked.
"He's a paradox. He'll find his own way back through the loophole."
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Jittery hands shook while holding the golden pocket watch. A pair of oval-shaped glasses were trying to determine what time it was on the watch before he turned the dial on it repeatedly. "Chevalier, this won't bring you back here just so you know. You'll have to find your own way back."
Wide green eyes looked up at the cat man standing there with the other man impatiently. "You've got to trust me when I assure you…I tell you the truth."
A violet colored tail swished back and forth while angry yellow green eyes stared down at 'bunny-boy' and all of his OCD-ness. "Oh get on with it, fucker!" The cat man snarled, jagged teeth were gnashed at his timid companion in annoyance before the watch was set.
The two standing together were an unusual looking pair, more unusual than Madame Hatter and Mistress Hare together, of a man dressed in a ragged looking leather straight-jacket dyed a dark purple and poorly stitched together with staples. "Hurry up Bunny-boy! I don't have much patience left!"
White rabbit ears stuck straight up towards the sky as the cat-man, called Chevalier, yanked them upwards with a nasty hiss. "Faster!"
"Ow!" Reginald yelped, tightening his grip on the golden chain of the pocket watch. It was attached to a collar on his neck, so he wouldn't freak out if it were taken away from him. Reginald had an awful habit of looking at the time when it was unnecessary.
His eyes squinted shut in pain before his ears were released and he dusted himself off, trying to make himself as neat and tidy as possible before he returned to the Madame and Mistress. "Now, Chevalier, you realize that…you'll have a tough time getting back right?"
Yellow-green eyes narrowed at him and his ears were yanked again. "Ouch!"
"Yes, idiot. I know that. I'll find my own way. I'm not stupid." He snagged the pocket watch in his creeping fingers and clenched it. "Now, Reggie-boy. You help me with the magic words: I'll say tick, you say tock."
"Tock." Reginald gulped.
"Tick." Chevalier grinned before the number hand struck twelve on the pocket watch and he was gone in a flash.
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"We caught him at the border, Lord Moebius."
The timestreamer stared into the vat of water, trying to get a good read on Chevalier's reflection within it but the water was cloudy and he could see nothing. Moebius smacked the bottom of his staff against the floor. "…His path, I cannot see it." He realized only a few seconds later he was being informed of the situation. "Well, what was he doing on the border and how did he come into the stronghold?"
"He came quietly, but when we got inside he killed several men and we had to restrain him. We've put him in the lower level dungeons. It's bad enough there's a vampire stalking the grounds coming for you My Lord. Should we be worried?"
"…Hmph." Moebius turned towards the vat of water again and moved his staff over it. "No, I've important matters anyway. Humor him for a bit, make him seem like you're actually trying to keep him out. I do not die today." The old man chuckled darkly.
"Yes my lord." The soldier knelt. "Shall I take you to the prisoner?"
Moebius turned towards the doors and grinned. "Well, I would like to know what we are dealing with."
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Deterioration: one of many words to describe Nosgoth's decay. The Pillars used to be colored a streaming splash of cleansing white, now brought to ruin by corruption, racism, hatred, and malice towards all things uniquely beautiful and very different. The vampires fit neatly into the category. The impaled corpses of the undead creatures were arrogantly strewn above the Sarafan stronghold and all around. The sight of it sickened Kain.
High and silent it was silence: the sound of utter desolation. The Sarafan…were on the move again. He would take out whichever ones came hunting for him. Moebius was at his fruitless efforts again. The grip of a sharply cloven hand tightened around the Reaver as the golden hues had narrowed and the silent 'pad pad' sound of Kain's feet shuffled.
"There's one!" An archer shouted in the Vampire Lord's direction. The telekinetic energy from Kain's free hand threw the screaming lookout from his post and onto a rotting wooden pike sticking out of the ground with a decaying vampire corpse. Ironic that a Sarafan would end up on the same deathbed as a vampire. Well not really.
He was less humane in killing the Sarafan now, no matter if they begged. Kain was more prone to cut them open and strew their innards around on the snowy ground much to the disgust of Moebius…Kain tried it once and thought it was meaningless. What was the point in mutilating the corpses if the dead men were not screaming in agony? He had become lost in thought as an arrow zoomed straight past his face. Kain had been missed by a slim miscalculation. He wouldn't be caught off guard again as he raised the blood-drinking blade and drove it through the offender's skull.
"Vae Victus." He sneered, ripping the head off and practically using it as a toy as he bounced it up and down on the Reaver with a wicked grin, he smacked it towards one of the swordsmen and knocked them over from the strength of the impact. Too distracted by the horror that one of their own men's body parts had been used as a tool in attacking them, Kain snapped the neck of one swordsman and greedily drank the blood to the last drop. He hadn't fed, and he wasn't in a particularly pleasant mood after being caught off guard. Only two spearmen and one swordsman remained as Kain held out his claws and motioned his index talon with a grin.
"Come…let us play you wretched dogs…"
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Authoress Note: Well I certainly hoped you all enjoyed this. I'm not planning on revealing what's going on yet but hopefully you'll like it. (Hopes and prays) Thanks. Please Read and Review.