The Forgotten
Chapter One
God it felt like coming out of a crash site, not to mention a nasty hangover that lingered next to the soreness. Kingsley Martin groaned and slowly pushed off the cement hard floor and into a sitting position with his back to the wall. He buried his face into his hands and closed his eyes. Kingsley knew exactly what happened before he woke up. Subvertio spell, the Morningstar, Leviathan and Mimi Force.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling, no he wasn't dead but Kingsley felt a lot like it. It was musty, damp and hot in the square room. Nothing much; just a plain couch, a television and a table in the colourless room. No visible injuries on him but Kingsley's body was hurting all over. Kingsley groaned and stood up, pacing around the room.
"Come on!" he growled and punched the wall, it dented in and a scream from behind one of the two doors. "Give me a break!" Kingsley frowned when one of the doors was being furiously mutilated from the other side. Scratching, punching, kicking and banging against the solid wood. The door didn't budge. The door was locked on his side. Groggily, he clicked the door open and a foot came flying out. Kingsley's silver blood instinct kicked in; grabbing the foot he turned and yanked on it. The figure landed gracefully (if that was even possible) in a split. Whirling around it grabbed his ankle with both legs and pulled. Kingsley grunted and slammed his hand down just in time. He got up while deflecting blows from her. It was easy for him; shoving the figure backwards he jumped up and grabbed the arm. The figure grunted and slammed against the wall face first, turning it delivered a kick between his legs. Kingsley's leg managed to block most of the impact but he doubled over groaning. Grabbing a nearby sword it jumped on him and pressed it up his neck.
"Who are you? Are you one of Leviathan's?" Kingsley frowned, that voice it was so familiar. Where had he heard it before?
"Gemellus! Gemellus!" A melodic voice echoed through the small room. A flash of dark ringlets and he found himself enveloped in the scent of faint roses and mud. He barely flinched and the girl pulled away confused. She stared at him up and down while he did the same. "Gemellus? Is that you? You look... different..." she frowned looking at the bigger form.
"Arala, it's me! But... is that you? How long were you gone? You're a raving beauty now!" he grinned at the pulchritudinous girl. Arala wasn't the little clumsy girl anymore. She was a woman, with her beautiful dark ringlets cascading down her tiny waist. Gemellus blinked hard the girl gave a small smile.
"You really can't tell it's me? Gemellus! I thought I got the wrong person. Look at you... was I gone so long? You're not that... boy anymore... you look different," Arala said inching to the door, her face crestfallen. He immediately went over to crush her in his arms.
"Sorry, I... I didn't know you were coming back so soon," Gemellus said and smiled. "Now show me what you've learnt away..." he grinned. Arala's lilac eyes shone and the silver flakes a stark contrast.
No...No it couldn't be her. Kingsley pushed the blade away and yanked off the hood covering the figure. Dark locks sprung free, no longer held back by the heavy fabric. Tangled but still silky, she leapt off and backed away.
"Arala," his hoarse voice barely a whisper, but she heard him.
"Who are you!" Kingsley got up slowly pushing the blade under the table further from her reach. "No one is supposed to come! Silver bloods!" she spat and turned to go back to wherever she was. He caught her arm in time.
"Arala... You were Arala right?" he asked.
"I...I don't have my full memory yet..." the girl twisted her arm out but Kingsley held tight. "My name's Adonia. I know well enough but I don't remember you," she said.
"Tiberius Gemellus," Kingsley said. Adonia gave him a sneer and flicked her hair away dismissively.
"Gemellus..." she whispered. "What makes you think that I care who you are? Why are you here?" She glared going into the other room.
"Called up the subvertio to prevent the Morningstar's escape into Earth," Kingsley smiled softly to himself. He remembered how Mimi had looked at him. Centuries spent trying to get beautiful, haughty Azrael to notice him. Now she had, and Araquiel was content.
"How noble of you!" she sneered and grabbed a can of coca cola. Adonia didn't offer him one. "Are you going to stay here or what cause I'm going back to my room..." she jerked her thumb in the opposite direction of the room she burst out from. "I was locked up there... wrong room..." she blushed. Kingsley frowned.
"What do you mean but different rooms?" he asked. Adonia looked at him before bursting out in hysterical laughter. Kingsley's patience wore off and she sobered up. Staring at him for awhile she folded her arms.
"You don't have the slightest clue of where you are, do you?" Adonia asked and he shook his head and grumbled something vulgar. She shot him an annoyed look. "Araquiel, angel of vengeance, angel of two faces. You are not in the underworld, you're in between, trapped between the Earth and the underworld. An intricate labyrinth that either leads to the underworld where Leviathan was or either where the Morningstar resides. Of course every bad thing has a light out. No one has found this way out... to England, London. The labyrinth is different rooms, Victorian, modern, kitchens, gardens, washrooms and even closets. Venator Kingsley Anderson Martin, welcome to the Labyrinth of the Unknown," Adonia grinned slightly.
Sorry that's all I have for now, it's a very short chapter. Please review or if you don't want drop me a PM. I really want to work on my writing :D Thanks
-Ballet-dancer
