Of London and Demons
Where am I? Jazz wondered as she took in the environment around her. Fog, river, Victorian and Edwardian style houses, drunken man dragging himself over the stairs, the Palace of Westminster, Danny unconscious on my lap – wait, DANNY UNCONCIOUS ON MY LAP! DANNY!
Jazz quickly checked her little brother over, searching for injuries or such. Finding none and her brother in perfect health, except of his tired posture and expression, Jazz sighed in relief. Glancing at the Palace of Westminster clock tower, or more commonly known as the Big Ben, Jazz sighed again.
"How the heck did we get to England?" she rubbed her eyes tiredly. Glancing at the drunken man, who now has decided that the stair is evil? Wary of the man who might turn around and harm her and her brother, Jazz slowly got up and hoisted her still unconscious brother on her back.
"Thank goodness you're light little brother…" she mumbled, not wanting to draw the attention of the drunken man, who is hitting the rail with his empty wine bottle muttering demons and candies. Jazz stepped away from the corner she woke up and up the stairs to the hopefully, the main road and away from the small bridge with the drunken man.
A dark alleyway greeted her, "You got to be kidding me!" she grunted. But there are no other ways, it's either facing the drunken man or through this dark – creepy – alley of who knows when and where of London. Yeah, totally safe, dark alleyway of London.
"I won't be surprised if Jack the Ripper found us and killed us. Yeah, a young girl and her brother, killed in a dark alleyway of London. Great Jazz, you just jinxed yourself." She mumbled, slowly stepping into the darkness, hoping that the other side won't be as dark.
A broken lamp flickered on as she passes it, startling and almost made her drop her little brother.
"Calm down Jasmine. It's just a broken light, no biggie." Jazz took few calming breath and strengthened her grip on her brother. "Oh Danny, wake up soon. I don't think I can stand the creepiness of this place much longer…" She kissed his forehead and continued down the alleyway.
London Bridge is broken down,
A singing voice from behind startled her.
Broken down…
Is it the drunken man?
London Bridge is falling down,
Jazz started running
My fair…
A pair of filthy beefy hands grabbed her and her brother from behind.
Lady…
Jazz screamed into the night.
*SHORT BREAK – try singing that song in the middle of the night with candle light, how…! *
"LET US GO!" Jazz screamed at the drunken man who was holding both her and her unconscious brother in one arm. The man tsked, drooling in delight.
"Eehhh, w-what do we have 'ere? *hic*" he fingered Jazz face, she flinched at his touch. "What a pretty young lady." He turned to Danny, "And what a pretty young boy." He smirked and sniffed both of them greedily.
Jazz stared in horror as the man started holding out his tongue to lick her unconscious little brother, NO! NOBODY TOUCHES MY BROTHER LIKE THAT! ESPECIALLY NOT SOME SICK BASTARD LIKE YOU! Jazz fumed.
Jazz angrily dug her hell on the man toe, poked the his right in the eye with the rock she grabbed from her foot, picked up Danny, and ran while the man moaned of his hurt toe and almost blind eye.
"YOU B**CH, YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!" He screamed, moaning in between as he tried to catch up with the fleeing teen.
"Oh crud! Danny! Wake up! Please! Please!" Jazz took a glance to her brother, nope, still out cold. What happened? Danny isn't supposed to be a heavy sleeper! …Unless!
Danny is critically injured in his ghost form!
Jazz finally understood a few weeks ago that Danny injuries doesn't exactly transfer over his form, as when he got injured in human form, it would be healed when he went to his ghost form, and vice versa. The only noticeable difference is his energy level, and if he can't wake up, which meant his energy is really, really low. And when he is low on energy, any damage done to him would be visible in both of his form and further held his ability to heal. Meaning, he can easily die.
"This is bad, bad, bad!" Jazz squeaked as she ran up the spiraling stairs, "Ooh! Where is everyone? At least a crowd! Please!"
Something hit her at the sides.
"GAH!" Jazz hit the wall, losing her grip on her brother. Glancing up, the man grinned maliciously at her fallen form. Panicking, Jazz tried to stand, only to fall down. Crud! My leg! The man tiptoed slowly to them. Deciding that her brother comes first, Jazz grabbed Danny arm and held him close. Her other hand furiously searching for something to throw at the lunatic in front of her.
"Little Lady" the man gasped, smiling like he just won a lottery, his eye swollen and limping. To Jazz, he looks like a zombie lusting for a piece of meat. Jazz couldn't find anything around her, and took off her flat to throw at the man.
The flat, made from bamboo hit the man right on his face, "AGH!" he screamed. "B**CH!" He lunged right at her, aiming right at her throat.
BLAM!
Jazz didn't dare to open her eyes, and confused to why she wasn't deprived of air yet. Taking a peek, she saw…
"STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" Danny screeched, panting in exhaustion, standing protectively in front of Jazz. It seemed that Danny had managed to wake out of his short coma and punched the guy right in the middle of his stomach. Jazz realized that tears were leaking out of the corner of her eyes.
The rubble that covered the drunken man shifted, Danny tensed.
"'S that the best you can do?" his voice whispered, "I like your spunk…"
"GAH!" the man back-handed Danny, making him smash right towards the wall on top of where Jazz lay.
"LITTLE BROTHER!" Jazz screamed as she scrambles toward the bruised form of her brother.
"Now…" The man grabbed her wrist. "NO!" Jazz clawed the offending arm, but she was too weak to fight back. Her tears were streaming uncontrollably now.
"It's… your… turn…" The man finger trailed over her waist. Danny jumped over to help her but the man grabbed his throat, and slammed him on the pavement, knocking him unconscious again. "I'll make… good… use... of you… two…"
"On…" his breath hovered over her shoulder "My…" he sniffed her hair "Bed…"
Jazz whimpered…
"It's not nice to make a lady cry you know." A cold voice shot through the night.
"What?" the drunken man jolted up, glancing left and right, searching for the owner of the voice.
"Tsk, Tsk, how filthy. Is that how you present yourself?" The voice echoed everywhere; Jazz was trying to find the owner, while her hand edged towards Danny.
"Hold him tight and close your eyes, milady." The voice asked her.
"Who asked you? They're mine I tell you! MINE!"
"SHUT…" Jazz grabbed Danny arm tight and held her eyes closed.
"…UP!" The voice roared, almost like how Danny wail could've sounded, but this one was sharp and precise. Like an arrow of a bow. The pressure on her arm quickly disappeared, and Jazz wanted to know what happened, started to open her eyes. A small arm suddenly held her eyes close. A child arm, almost as young as Danny. But...
"Danny? Little brother?" Jazz asked, but she could still feel her hand around Danny, so who is…
"Shhh, keep your eyes closed. Don't worry, you're safe now."
What a soothing voice… Who…? Jazz was tired, she was losing consciousness. The boy whose hand was still on her eyes gasped. Jazz slumped back on the boy arm, holding Danny in her lap.
"Sebastian!" Was the only thing she remembers as her world fade into darkness.
Did you know I'm actually going with a totally different approach to this, though the plot still the same. Eh, whatever... the story must go on bros... *continue searching for game walktrough*
