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Heavynne, Calliope and Are my creation, though, so don't
stea them.
Ministry of Darkness: Judgement Days
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Part One: A Calling
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In the Ring
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Undertaker was in the ring, pummeling Shane O'Mac, when it hit him.
"Why am I here?" the question rang through his mind, catching him off guard. But his mind came back to him. "To make the corporates respect the Ministry. To Respect the Darkness. To respect our Masters of Darkness." The voice sounded like Paul Bearer. The word "respect" echoed in his mind as he choke slammed Shane into the mat, ending the match.
Undertaker joined Kane, Paul Bearer and Sara outside of the ring. His "wife" had on her street look for all the mortals who watched Wrestling. Tight jeans, tight white T-Shirt and a leather vest with motorcycle boots. Kane wore his red and black wrestling gear. Paul Bearer had on his black suit, carrying the urn. But the urn didn't carry ashes like everyone in the WWF suspected. It carried something much more sinister.
The music for the Ministry of Darkness rang out through the crowd, sending shivers down the spines of JR and Lawler at the announcer's desk.
"Another successfull win for the MOD," JR announced. "Maybe they will have a chance at taking over the WWF."
"Gives me the creeps," Jerry announced in blunt "King" fashion.
Paul Bearer glared in Lawler's direction, sending the evil glares of his associates in the same direction. Jerry shivered, turning away and changing the subject to the upcoming Royal Rumble.
Near Madison Square Gardens
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Ravyn stopped, hearing a noise. The alley was dark, and she didn't want to walk through it. But she felt compelled to.
It was like the time she had helped that woman being raped. She had heard the woman's cries while she was sleeping. Without thinking, Ravyn had dressed, ran out of her apartment, and run to the park where the man was trying to rip the woman's clothing off. Just being there scared him away. Even the woman looked frightened of her. Ravyn tossed that aside, realizing the woman was traumatized. But she could never explain how she knew the woman needed help.
Tonight, on her vacation to visit her sister and her sister's roomate in New York City, she suddenly heard the call again. But it was vague. A faint calling, she couldn't even tell if it was male or female. There weren't really any words spoken. All she heard was "darkness" "help" and "Ravyn".
Now, any normal person would likely see this as a dream, or, if not, not bother to follow the whispering, desperate voice. But Ravyn had always followed her instincts. And the person calling her needed her help.
"Ravyn," the voice was more clear now. Raspy, painful. "Ravyn...darkness...help...."
So she walked through the alley, wondering where it led. It was dark, and all her senses were tuned to hear or see anything that moved. Her skin was tingling. Not a good sign.
"Ravyn..." it was a plea, and now it was loud. Almost as if she could hear it with her ears instead of her mind. "Help."
"I'll help you," she whispered throiugh clenched teeth. "But I have to find you first."
Then she saw the massive building in front of her. Madison Square Garden was lettered on a metal sign over an emergency exit door.
"What the hell?" she murmured, walking towards the famous arena. The place was deserted, silent, and eery. Ravyn tossed her black hair out of her face in an agitated gesture. The heavy rubber soles of her boots made no sound on the pavement as she approached the building, moving around to the side where the voice in her mind was calling her. Turning the corner, she ran into something very tall and very wide.
Ravyn looked up, suppressing a scream.
"Don't scream," it was the painful voice. The one from her mind. And it was coming from behind a red and black mask.
*It's not Hallowe'en, buddy* was the smart comment bubbling behind her lips, but she kept her comment to herself as she looked up at him. A good foot and a half up. She tried to step back a little, but black gloved hands grasped her shoulders, holding her in place without hurting her.
"I wear the mask to hide-what others don't want to see," he told her, as if reading her thought.
Ravyn nodded mutely,
"You don't have to be afraid of me," his voice was low, and sounded more painful the more he spoke.
Ravyn looked into his eyes. Strange colours. Blue and green, mixed together in a blur, with large black pupils in the middle. She grasped his arms, almost falling from the darkness she saw in there.
"Little one-" he caught her, strong arms under the black trench coat.
*Little one* That seemed familiar. Ravyn wracked her brain. Why did it sound familiar?
Footsteps came around the side of the building. Another tall man was there, a black motorcycle jacket and jeans blended into the shadows around him.
"Kane," his voice was low and dangerous. "What is she doing here?"
"She was lost-a tourist," The painful voice sounded slightly panicked. Or maybe Ravyn could sense his panic at being caught with her.
"Yeah, I was looking for a coffee shop. I need to use the restroom," she lied, hoping she sounded convincing. She kept her sapphire eyes unreadable, throwing blocks up in her mind, just to be sure.
The other man squinted his eyes at her. She noticed his hair was bright red, the same colour as his goatee. His skin pale as death.
Kane looked at her sharply.
She strengthened the walls in her mind. She could feel someone prying. She pulled away from the masked man, backing away from them both. She didn't know who she could trust. "I really should go-bathroom and all," she stammered out. She turned and fled, hearing the men arguing behind her. She didn't stop until she reached the corner across the street from her sister's building.
* * *
"What the hell were you doing, Kane?" Undertaker demanded of his brother, stepping up to the taller man, glaring into his eyes. "Belphagor would not be pleased if he knew you were calling her."
"I didn't call anyone," he held his gaze against his brother, staring into the dead gray eyes. "She was a lost tourist, I ran into her while I was out here."
Taker broke the glaring contest, walking away from Kane. His back turned, he asked one question. "What were you doing out here?"
"Out for air," Kane replied.
"You haven't needed air since you were eight years old!" Taker turned, his face full of sudden rage. "Why the hell were you out here?"
"Maybe it's time I needed air," Kane replied in a quiet, painful voice, brushing past his brother, by blood and darkness, and walking back inside the arena.
Ministry of Darkness: Judgement Days
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Part One: A Calling
---------------------------
In the Ring
=======
Undertaker was in the ring, pummeling Shane O'Mac, when it hit him.
"Why am I here?" the question rang through his mind, catching him off guard. But his mind came back to him. "To make the corporates respect the Ministry. To Respect the Darkness. To respect our Masters of Darkness." The voice sounded like Paul Bearer. The word "respect" echoed in his mind as he choke slammed Shane into the mat, ending the match.
Undertaker joined Kane, Paul Bearer and Sara outside of the ring. His "wife" had on her street look for all the mortals who watched Wrestling. Tight jeans, tight white T-Shirt and a leather vest with motorcycle boots. Kane wore his red and black wrestling gear. Paul Bearer had on his black suit, carrying the urn. But the urn didn't carry ashes like everyone in the WWF suspected. It carried something much more sinister.
The music for the Ministry of Darkness rang out through the crowd, sending shivers down the spines of JR and Lawler at the announcer's desk.
"Another successfull win for the MOD," JR announced. "Maybe they will have a chance at taking over the WWF."
"Gives me the creeps," Jerry announced in blunt "King" fashion.
Paul Bearer glared in Lawler's direction, sending the evil glares of his associates in the same direction. Jerry shivered, turning away and changing the subject to the upcoming Royal Rumble.
Near Madison Square Gardens
======================
Ravyn stopped, hearing a noise. The alley was dark, and she didn't want to walk through it. But she felt compelled to.
It was like the time she had helped that woman being raped. She had heard the woman's cries while she was sleeping. Without thinking, Ravyn had dressed, ran out of her apartment, and run to the park where the man was trying to rip the woman's clothing off. Just being there scared him away. Even the woman looked frightened of her. Ravyn tossed that aside, realizing the woman was traumatized. But she could never explain how she knew the woman needed help.
Tonight, on her vacation to visit her sister and her sister's roomate in New York City, she suddenly heard the call again. But it was vague. A faint calling, she couldn't even tell if it was male or female. There weren't really any words spoken. All she heard was "darkness" "help" and "Ravyn".
Now, any normal person would likely see this as a dream, or, if not, not bother to follow the whispering, desperate voice. But Ravyn had always followed her instincts. And the person calling her needed her help.
"Ravyn," the voice was more clear now. Raspy, painful. "Ravyn...darkness...help...."
So she walked through the alley, wondering where it led. It was dark, and all her senses were tuned to hear or see anything that moved. Her skin was tingling. Not a good sign.
"Ravyn..." it was a plea, and now it was loud. Almost as if she could hear it with her ears instead of her mind. "Help."
"I'll help you," she whispered throiugh clenched teeth. "But I have to find you first."
Then she saw the massive building in front of her. Madison Square Garden was lettered on a metal sign over an emergency exit door.
"What the hell?" she murmured, walking towards the famous arena. The place was deserted, silent, and eery. Ravyn tossed her black hair out of her face in an agitated gesture. The heavy rubber soles of her boots made no sound on the pavement as she approached the building, moving around to the side where the voice in her mind was calling her. Turning the corner, she ran into something very tall and very wide.
Ravyn looked up, suppressing a scream.
"Don't scream," it was the painful voice. The one from her mind. And it was coming from behind a red and black mask.
*It's not Hallowe'en, buddy* was the smart comment bubbling behind her lips, but she kept her comment to herself as she looked up at him. A good foot and a half up. She tried to step back a little, but black gloved hands grasped her shoulders, holding her in place without hurting her.
"I wear the mask to hide-what others don't want to see," he told her, as if reading her thought.
Ravyn nodded mutely,
"You don't have to be afraid of me," his voice was low, and sounded more painful the more he spoke.
Ravyn looked into his eyes. Strange colours. Blue and green, mixed together in a blur, with large black pupils in the middle. She grasped his arms, almost falling from the darkness she saw in there.
"Little one-" he caught her, strong arms under the black trench coat.
*Little one* That seemed familiar. Ravyn wracked her brain. Why did it sound familiar?
Footsteps came around the side of the building. Another tall man was there, a black motorcycle jacket and jeans blended into the shadows around him.
"Kane," his voice was low and dangerous. "What is she doing here?"
"She was lost-a tourist," The painful voice sounded slightly panicked. Or maybe Ravyn could sense his panic at being caught with her.
"Yeah, I was looking for a coffee shop. I need to use the restroom," she lied, hoping she sounded convincing. She kept her sapphire eyes unreadable, throwing blocks up in her mind, just to be sure.
The other man squinted his eyes at her. She noticed his hair was bright red, the same colour as his goatee. His skin pale as death.
Kane looked at her sharply.
She strengthened the walls in her mind. She could feel someone prying. She pulled away from the masked man, backing away from them both. She didn't know who she could trust. "I really should go-bathroom and all," she stammered out. She turned and fled, hearing the men arguing behind her. She didn't stop until she reached the corner across the street from her sister's building.
* * *
"What the hell were you doing, Kane?" Undertaker demanded of his brother, stepping up to the taller man, glaring into his eyes. "Belphagor would not be pleased if he knew you were calling her."
"I didn't call anyone," he held his gaze against his brother, staring into the dead gray eyes. "She was a lost tourist, I ran into her while I was out here."
Taker broke the glaring contest, walking away from Kane. His back turned, he asked one question. "What were you doing out here?"
"Out for air," Kane replied.
"You haven't needed air since you were eight years old!" Taker turned, his face full of sudden rage. "Why the hell were you out here?"
"Maybe it's time I needed air," Kane replied in a quiet, painful voice, brushing past his brother, by blood and darkness, and walking back inside the arena.
