This is my first hdm story! Lyra is really different a bit more merciless =D I kind of let my dark humor take over.
This is really gory, hence the name. Plz r/r!
Oh ya, Asriel is alive.
Disclaimer: I don't own his dark materials so don't sue me!
A Gathering of BloodAt 7:00 A.M., May 12, six years after the departure of the legends Will Parry and Lyra Belacqua (Silvertongue), the second epic of The Two begins. Lyra was walking to her school on a brisk, cool morning, simply overflowing with peacefulness, when it happened. Three men stepped out of a shadow to her left, two with a knife, and the other with a ferocious looking leopard daemon, who was baring her teeth viciously. Trouble had been abroad for quite some time, and she had been foolish to travel in the early morning when no one else was there, even if it had been a wonderful morning. By the chance that they might not want to rob her, she kept on walking, but the three men took a step towards her, and she broke into a run.
The three men started after her, the two with knives trying to run and aim at the same time. Before the leopard daemon could get to her and Pan, they had made a sharp turn to their left, surprising even the leopard. She got as far as she could from the previous road, then traveled on a bit further, and after that turning back onto the same road she had been traveling on before. Her three chasers would not think to check back on the same road she had just been walking. She was right. She ran the rest of the way. When she arrived at her school, she stopped in dismay and panic. Three students whom she recognized were lying in a grotesque manner on the front stairs to the entrance hall, all of them with their throats nicked, small puddles of blood accompanying each corpse.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked herself, venturing nervously towards the door. What she found inside was many times worse than what lay on the stairs. Carcasses were at a plenty, littering the ground, almost making her vomit. She could see the leftover dust of departed daemons, something that disturbed Pan a lot. She did not stay inside long. She did not bother to check that all her friends had been slaughtered by an unknown enemy. Racing through the alleys, she came to her house. The three assassins were nowhere to be seen. Three people could not have mustered such destruction. Stopping only inside for her knives and her silenced luger, her favorite gun, she ventured outside, and two knives flashed past her face. Shit.
Spinning around, she took a knife out of her belt and rapidly hurled the deadly weapon at a man on the left of her door, who was charging at her. He instantly fell to her deadly aim, and gurgling blood, the man watched his own owl daemon disintegrate into dust. In the next millisecond she had taken her luger into her left hand and shot the other man. A bloody wound appeared just above his nose, and his daemon too disintegrated. She was lucky that the man with the leopard daemon was not here, or she would have been killed.
"Is it over?" Came a trembling voice from inside Lyra's house. Pan was terrified of violence in general, after making some close, bloody escapes himself.
"Yes, Pan, they're dead," She said, glancing disgustedly at the lifeless bodies.
"Get all of my rounds, too." Soon coming out with the rounds, Pantalaimon clambered onto her back.
"What's going on, Lyra?"
"Only way to find out is that other man. We gotta find him." Lyra hadn't cried since Will had left. It was doubtful that she ever would. She never seemed to show true emotion either. It was hard to feel powerfully after something like Will happened.
Lyra soon saw him, prowling around the alleys, and she quickly ducked her head, pulling out a knife at the same time. The man was walking her way. After passing Lyra, who was hiding behind a trashcan in an intersecting alley, she slinked over to him, put him in a headlock, and pricked his back with her knife. His leopard daemon instantly turned around, growling and baring her teeth.
"Your daemon moves, you can kiss yourself goodbye." The man whimpered and groaned in pain. The daemon had heard what she had said, and had sat down obediently.
"Good. Now tell me, what the hell is going on?" She pricked her knife savagely onto his back, drawing blood. Only way to get'em talkin'.
The man was clearly afraid of her.
"L-lord Asriel, h-he declared hims-self God. He *gulp* hired me!" Lyra was full of hatred for her 'Uncle'. She almost wasn't surprised that her ambitious, power-needing father declared himself God. Almost.
"What was did he tell you to do? And don't stutter!"
"He told me and 506 others to kill everyone in this town! Please don't kill me! he threatened me! I had no choice but to follow his orders or be killed!"
How can he expect to rule the worlds by tyrant force?
"Where is he now? And what happened to the others?"
"35 were killed, and me'n two others were left behind for any survivors. We were all told to meet Asriel at the church next to Oxford!" Lyra knew where that was. But suddenly the man drew away from her headlock, backed up, and pulled a knife out of his belt.
"We're even now, lady! Say buh-bye!"
He thinks he's so clever. What a bastard. Lyra pulled out her luger and shot the man before he could do anything. She didn't believe his 'threaten' story. He was more likely a mercenary. Wiping off her knife, she sheathed it, and walked back to her house. She suddenly let out a shrill whistle, and a horse came galloping towards her. She always kept a week's worth of food in her belt.
"C'mon, Soph, we've got a long way to go. And she climbed onto the sturdy paint's back saddlelessly, Let Pan crawl onto her shoulder, and started off into the afternoon.
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Like it? Lyra is kinda different :D A Paint is a kind of horse. Plz review!
TK