Crimson Concrete for a Thorny Rose (parts 1c and 2) by Instant Classic Superstar Pac
Disclaimer: Charmed is complete property of the late Aaron Spelling, Connie Burge, Brad Kern, and co. I only own two characters seen here, they being Derrick Serkan Brady and the Kentman, and the pieces of the storyline you are about to read that are not seen or hinted at on Charmed. Also, regardless of whose vision they are, all characters involved either are/were or would be portrayed by actual human beings with at least an iota of believable acting ability.
Rating: T
Summary: Follow-up to Love's Demonic Black Sheep set within pieces of season 7. Derrick's quest to save both Kyra and Cole comes closer to impossible through a heartbreaking setback which he must find the resolve to plow through and rise above.
NOTE: First off, sorry I took so long, folks. I took some distractions and my creative juices ended up on hiatus for a spell.
Now for my review buddy for this part of the program, Siamese; about these being pretty long; crap. I tried to cut 'em short, but apparently I've only succeeded in comparison to my Love's Demonic Black Sheep notes. In that one, I felt like I had to elaborate everything.
And it's kinda funny that you say I'm using the Norse myth concepts from Valhalley of the Dolls a lot better than the show did, cause I'm basing my use of it from their use of it, complete with basically the same characters. Maybe it was just the fact that I gave the characters a lot more credit than locking up Leo because of future Chris, but if it's not that, you'll have to tell me. Also, I agree completely that this is very different, because this is not where I'm trying to put heavy focus on the Charmed Ones. There's time for that later. And later will come with what I do after this.
Part 1c
"There's someone in the Underworld, and yes, she's a demon, who I've been around for awhile. I'd like one last opportunity to go and see her," he explained, rendering himself privy to suspicious gazes from both Kara and Darrius. "And don't worry; she's harmless." Their stares lost some notable intensity at that reassurance, but were still very visibly wary in his direction. Mist, meanwhile, took off the pendant from around her neck and gave it to him.
"Think about where you want to go, and just lightly press the gem," she instructed him, referring to the gem at the front end of the necklace. He nodded in understanding and did exactly as she said, a whirlpool vortex portal appearing near the group outside the cage as proof.
"Thanks," he acknowledged, giving her the pendant back. "Well, then. Let's go." He next would lead the way as everyone not named Freyja walked into the vortex… and out of it on the other side, as the gateway disappeared As he looked around about him now, Derrick breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was now right back to where this whole thing had started for him - Kyra's lair. As for Kyra herself? He caught sight of her laying peacefully, still beautiful as ever, looking sound asleep on what appeared to be a kind of bed erected of concrete. Within seconds he was eyeing and approaching her as if in some sort of trance. The makeshift watchdog trio looked at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking and, more importantly to some degree, what he was preparing to do.
Derrick felt a surge of emotions flowing through him with every step he took until he was standing at the sleeping beauty's side, thinking about everything over the past nearly two years that had led them to this point. After their attempt, with mixed results, to save Cole Turner's life, Derrick and Kyra hadn't really had much luck at all finding another demon who was like them. Whether it was watching the lives of the Halliwell family through the pool, which they gradually came to do much less frequently and attentively than in the past when Cole was around, or scouring the Underworld or even other magically laced cities upside apart from San Francisco, every demon or exotic creature that they'd witnessed or encountered that wasn't considered part of the magical community that the Charmed Ones serve was either driven by evil bents and objectives. They'd even witnessed glimpses of an Elder turning into one evil, manipulative, self-righteous bastard, yet never seen an actual demon show much moral decency, let alone a shred of heart. They'd also never been able to find anything on how to save Cole or even to find out where he'd ended up after his supposed final vanquish at Phoebe's hands. It had gotten to the point he was seriously wondering if maybe he was going about this all wrong anyway, and she'd begun to seriously contemplate that they were both destined to fall while looking for whatever it was that was supposed to save her.
Of course, he was never willing to give up easy at all, so he kept looking around until he heard about another way. During the time when Piper and Leo reconciled earlier this year and found out that Chris Perry was actually their son from the future, all in one very special turn of events, Derrick and Kyra ended up hearing about another plane of some sort. Perhaps this was the key, they'd thought then. Perhaps Cole was in another plane of existence, not necessarily life or death itself, that they would have to find and get him out of. However, looking into this angle would soon come with a counter discovery: they had no way of knowing exactly how to access other planes, let alone which one they needed to go through. Thus, for a time, someone with such ability and/or information became object of his searching missions.
The other day, they'd actually found a lead on some demons with a connection to the astral plane that they were planning on asking around about, but then everything was thrown into reverse by the premonition that Kyra had suddenly found about their future earlier today. Some sort of a threat, a new power, was going to start making its move, and with the Underworld near-completely void of actually competent Seers, she would end up becoming a go-to figure. Eventually, she would end up discovering a beautiful vision apparently from this new power which would render her a traitor to the Underworld. She would finally end up meeting with the Charmed Ones through some strange twist of fate she still hadn't quite figured out, and at the end of the day, she was going to get killed at the hands of a complete bastard she recognized as Zankou. The most disconcerting part of that vision was, of course, that Derrick was nowhere to be found within all of this. Which is exactly why he'd had to leave to Valhalla - because otherwise, his lack of presence meant he would've gotten killed before the main drama ever started.
As he thought now about how the key to saving had indeed been so close yet so far away all along, his hand couldn't help but to place itself underneath her jaw and rub its across onto her cheek, as if gently consoling her There was no getting around what he felt for this woman, this Seer, this demon. She had his heart completely, because he knew that she deserved it even if she didn't realize it. It wasn't just her body, her beautiful face, and the infectious personality that she displayed through it all. That's what made it easy to like her. But it was the fact that even though she was a full demon, she still had this desire for love, companionship, all the good things in life, that needed to be quenched. She literally transcended her own demonhood, and everything that she is actually came from that. Without question, this is why he loved her.
Neither Derrick, nor Kyra, nor the Valhalla dwellers watching at the moment had a clue that there was someone else here. They had no idea because this someone else was Cole Turner himself. Stuck in a void between life and death, Cole could continue to walk the Earth and the Underworld at will, but was nowhere within its line of sight whatsoever. He knew that whoever put him here instead of letting him truly die and go rot in the Wasteland had done him a great service, but at the same time set him up to pay an eternal penance. He was always alive, and within the world, but never exactly a part of it. Today, though, recalling the day Derrick had helped him see clearly, he'd grown curious as to who exactly Kyra was, a notion that drove him to scour the Underworld until he finally found the lair with her inside. He did nothing the hour since but watch over Kyra sleeping, and in recent minutes witness Derrick, two Amazon-looking women he supposed were Valkyries, and some other strange fellow, arrive through a portal. He saw Derrick now looming over Kyra, not ominously, but longingly, as if wanting to do more than just put his hands on her and stroke her hair back as the blonde did at the moment. He didn't know what was going on, but he could tell that they were ripped apart by something. His heart went out to Derrick right now.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Kyra. And I wish I could tell you just how sorry I am, but there are some things that a moment dictates are better left unsaid," he finally spoke in a near whisper from the bottom of his heart to the object of his unrealized affection. "There's still something I have to do, though… a feeling I have to know… before I can walk away once and for all." He then crouched and leaned over, his face and specifically his lips ever approaching hers, until he at last came down with a tender kiss. Mist, Darrius, and Kara finally understood enough of what was going on that all three of them were able to rest easy. As he slowly rose back to a full vertical base and stroked his own hair back, he continued to eye Kyra a bit longer, wanting to take it all in for his memory's sake. This was the last time he'd ever get to see her, after all.
Eventually, as he was satisfied that he would remember the way he saw her just now, he would nod to himself, breathe a heavy sigh, and slowly turn and walk towards the Valkyries and Darrius.
"Are you okay?" Mist asked in concern, making sure to speak quietly enough so as not to disturb the demon woman on the concrete bed. Before answering her question, however, he would take a final glance back towards Kyra.
"Ready as I'll ever be," was his final reply, still looking at Kyra despite directing that towards the others. A new portal would appear, this one activated by Kara while Mist comfortingly placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned towards the golden one and noted her understanding gaze, before facing forward again and walking through the portal alongside them and the warrior they'd come with. The others followed suit, and soon they were all back on the side of the portal from whence they came as it disappeared. Oblivious to the wide smile that just overcame the seer's features, the crossing foursome were all back at the cage and throne cavern in Valhalla facing Freyja once again.
"How did everything go? Was he any trouble?" Freyja asked once she saw them all back.
"Surprisingly, none at all," Kara reported, though the only surprise Freyja took from that was who was able to say it. "Except if you count that he's in love."
"Okay, now please explain to me how that's a problem," Derrick demanded, irritated at the mock expursion Kara just cast.
"Would you quit getting touchy? It's not really a problem," Kara explained, making some attempt at humor out of it. Derrick simply sighed and shook his head.
"It seems all is merry. Relatively, anyway. Very well, then. Darrius, you can tell Herja to expect a visit from our champion tomorrow morning," Freyja informed the tagalong warrior.
"Thank you. I'll be taking my leave to report this to her immediately," Darrius replied.
"Go as you please," Mist approved, prompting him to nod and walk out of the area. The three Valkyries turned again to the vamplighter.
"Thanks for sending him off. I didn't want him to be here for what I'm about to say," he informed them.
"What is it?" Mist inquired to let him go on.
"It's my name," he began, preparing them. "It's Derrick Brady, but I have the demonic middle name of Serkan which, obviously, I usually went by in the Underworld. I still wanna go by my middle name here when it comes to the warriors, but since I respect and trust the three of you, I'm willing to let you Valkyries go ahead and call me Derrick."
"Well, then, Derrick, we hope you enjoy your stay here in Valhalla, because I have a feeling it's gonna be very fruitful," Mist responded with a smile ,getting a chuckle out of Derrick. As smiles gradually crept on the faces of Kara and Freyja, the latter was already starting to think about the pendant that would be in his future.
Back at a certain lair below some nine hours or so later, at the moment she finally stirred, began to wake herself, got up out of the concrete bed, and waved it to disappear, Cole was still watching Kyra in spirit. She felt a strange sense of glee powering her as she woke. But in the coming minutes, as she thought about it, and tried to figure out exactly why it was this way, only for it to all fade as quickly as would a dream, she saw that all that was there for her for the rest of her days was the same demonic. Thinking of how sickly fate must have teased her in some cruel way, she fell victim to sadness and tasted tears, her back turned so as for no demon who would ever happen to pass by to see her face.
"Damnit, Derrick," Cole whispered helplessly as he watched and saw her tear-streaked face. "Looks like you missed by three little words." And as his spirit faded away once again, drops of water would leave her eyes due to despair at the cruelty of fate regularly on and off for the rest of this day.
Unfortunately for them, they were being watched the entire time, and not just by Cole Turner. Even he completely missed the snake in the room.
Part 2
Six and a half months later, Valhalla is still as beautiful and tropical as ever. Waterfalls are still vibrantly flowing with water, the trees and vegetation continue to be full of life, and so much of what was the order of life continues to be the order of life. There are still at least twenty Valkyries across the entire island, each apart from Freyja, Mist, and Kara supervising a core of warriors. The main crop, trained under Herja, that got to join the Valkyries in watching Derrick and Kara's battle, has added some new blood to its ranks, two through advancing by the other crops and one through impressing upon his entry. The big man from Darrius' notorious trio wound up demoted from the top line due to disappointing more often than not of late.
At the moment, about nine Valkyries took their places outside the bamboo cage in order to closely watch a certain monk in what appeared to be the same navy blue jumpsuit as always take on a long-haired blonde man wearing a thick black trench coat along with a set of long black tights. The monk blocked a couple of the coated one's punches and kicked him hard in the chest, before knocking him down with a jump spinning heel kick. He then did a high flip jump over the blonde, in order to pick up a big sword laying on the ground. The blonde, who at this point anybody just walking in could see was Derrick, picked himself up swiftly enough to see the monk with the blade in hand. He charged toward the monk, who then did another high flip jump over him again. He quickly turned around a second later, walking the monk's way. The monk swung that sword once, he ducked. Another swing. Down to the floor, roll away to create some room. That subtle motion caused the monk to come running at him and land with egg… I mean, a large boot imprint on his face. After taking a second to catch his breath, Derrick looked down at the bald warrior grimacing and had a bit of a smirk creeping on as if he was enjoying this.
"You still don't understand," Derrick said, before grabbing the warrior and helping him up by the head. "You lack something essential." Dragged the monk running by the back of the head. "Your instincts are too raw!" Same time as he threw the monk forward into the cage, whose force field knocked him all the way to the center on his back. Seeing the monk grimacing while trying to sit up, Derrick calmly approached him.
"You've gotten a little better," he acknowledged as he started to go down, only to wind up kicked snap in the jaw. As Derrick turned around favoring his jaw, the monk quickly took the opportunity to get back to his feet. He rushed over to go for a punch. Derrick suddenly recovered with a block. A well-timed arm wrench and knee to the gut later, the monk was flipping to the ground on his back. Seeing that he wasn't going to attack again this time, Derrick finally crouched near him.
"But you still have the same problem!" he shouted, punching that bald face right as he finished. "That is why all your kung fu can't beat me." No sooner did he finish that sentence than the security alarm suddenly ring, alerting the island's inhabitants to the arrival of an intruder.
"There's an intruder. Everyone, head out!" Freyja suddenly commanded as she, Mist, and Kara guided the other Valkyries' charge out of the cavern. Herja, the straight blonde haired Valkyrie trainer who stood closest to the cage due to her vested interest in this session, undid the barrier and opened the cage so as to let Derrick join them. However, just before he left, he turned around and looked at the fallen martial artist.
"Siu, you, stay here and rest," he instructed the monk, who stayed and laid there as he left to join the charge. Herja's first destination was to run through to where her group of warriors, left under the capable leadership of Darrius.
"Everyone, come! Help us find the intruder!" she shouted immediately as she found them. Instantly Darrius relayed that instruction further with a shout of, "Come, let's go, let's go!" and led the group charge into following Herja on the way to spotting the intruder.
The search was very efficient. Without very much prompting to split up, the large party was able to quickly scatter across their chunk of the island within a minute and with little to no disruption in the actual search. Eventually it came to where other branches of warriors would end up notified and participating in the search in their immediate area. Still, they failed to find their quarry, apparently a very elusive one at that.
About 12 minutes later, though, Derrick, Mist, and another Valkyrie found themselves together on a marsh-like area with a certain short flowing waterfall at the edge. Looking across both at the pathway to the right and the grassy hill up ahead on the other side of the waterfall, they saw no signs of anyone or anything moving. The Double-Edged blonde was starting to get impatient at the lack of fruit in their widespread efforts to find the perpetrator.
"No one. Again! Damnit!" Derrick shot, his anger getting the best of him at the moment.
"Apparently we're dealing with someone who doesn't wanna be found. Try and calm down. This is not the time to lose your temper," Mist advised him, trying to be the voice of reason despite that voice showing some hint of irritation as well.
"Calm down? H- how is it we can't find whoever just broke in? We have a top notch security system. Whoever it is is still here and hasn't been found yet or else the alarm would've stopped ringing," Derrick started to complain nonetheless. That is, until…
"I found him!" the other Valkyrie suddenly shouted while pointing down almost directly under the marsh. Derrick and Mist immediately turned and looked where she was pointing, and in almost no time at all, Derrick was caught agape at who he saw now staring back at him.
"You're kidding…" he found himself uttering, drawing the two Valkyries' attention before he shook himself back in control. "Cole!"
"Huh? Derrick?" Cole asked, more to himself making sure he was indeed seeing his old friend looking back at him. "You can see me?" At hearing that, Derrick had to let out a chuckle and crack a momentary smile.
"It's okay," he said, looking across the Valkyries. "I know him."
Elsewhere, as a long chugging train traversed a set of railroad tracks in the middle of the street in a developing western area of San Diego, a young woman would be walking along the sidewalk to the right. For the most part, this oval-headed, long-haired brunette did not stand out much at all at first glance, appearing to be just a typical young woman quickly strolling through the streets. She sported a pair of well-fitting simple jeans and a tank top that showed just a little bit of her midriff, and a white purse with brown patterns was fastened around between her left shoulder and the right side of her waist. The expression of her brown eyes, pale lips, and average nose, all with a somewhat decidedly Asian look to them, showed a calm yet definitive hurry which was supported by her quick walk. Her albino skin almost matching the color of the buildings next to her, she easily came off as ordinary and even somewhat bothered.
"Hey! Give me back my purse!" she could hear another girl suddenly shouting from the other side of the building wall at the intersection. No sooner did this event drive her interest than she wound up startled by the presence of someone in black running into her view and then in her direction, even shoving her aside smack onto the pavement.
"Hey!" she vocally complained rather than grimace in pain, before going after the man. Next to where the building platform was about a head taller than him, He did a sudden detour, threw the purse up on it, and then jumped. He was able to grab onto the higher ground with his hands and make his way up over it. Surprisingly, before he even made it all the way up and got enough steps in, the woman was already starting to do the same. She ended up getting up there and chasing him down until he reached the end of this platform, jumping down to end up in a hidden alley. The woman went after him, but instead of running any further, he waited until she got there, before laying a hand on her and shredding away in a sea of dark particles which also ensnared her.
The two would reemerge inside a hidden cave, which caused the woman to immediately recoil in surprise when she saw exactly who the man was and where he'd just taken her.
"Kentman! I should've known you'd be the one to try something so underhanded," the woman responded, chiding the dark-haired demon
"Well, you can't exactly blame me. You're the unnatural abomination whose sister is trying to kill you," the male demon replied looking suave and sophisticated like a man in charge in his twenties.
"And you're the jealous coward who's only doing everything he can to kill me because you're jealous that I wouldn't ever date you," the woman countered.
"Please. I've been trying to kill you the whole time. If you had said yes to a date with me, you'd already be dead," the Kentman arrogantly replied. "Then again, it's not like you've done much in that regard lately. You haven't seen either of your lover boys since you moved to San Diego, have you?"
"Hold on a minute now. Let's keep all the hostility down for just a little longer," a feminine voice interrupted, speaking from behind the Kentman. Both he and the woman turned and looked, noticing another woman there, a beautiful crimson-eyed redhead appearing to be somewhere in her thirties, carrying an assured smile. Irritation and anger filled the Asian-looking lady's features at the sight of her captor.
"You really should give it up, bitch. You're never going to kill me," she retorted.
"Anya, sis, if I can't vanquish you, that's only because the fact that something like you exists is cheating," the second woman countered.
"Ha. Funny how you change yourself so you can look like some kind of a fox-faced dragon, call yourself… wait, what is it again? Yako-something?"
"Yoka the Firefox," the redhead replied irritably.
"Right. Anyway, it's funny how you can do all that, make lackeys out of people who've annoyed me in the past, yet still call my genetically given powers 'cheating'," Anya finished, much to Yoka's annoyance.
"You were never naturally born, Anya. You were an experiment! An abomination created straight from Dexter's Lab!" the redhead angrily retorted.
"Again with the 'abomination'? Please, Morgan. Get better lines," Anya brushed off the comment, giving an inkling as to how many times she's had to hear it in the past.
"If you ever call me Morgan again, I'll kill you," Yoka threatened in flaring anger, before sweeping her arm through the sky, summoning four flaming white falcon-looking birds.
"Scalded kestrels again, too? This is already getting old," Anya replied, no sooner than Yoka wave her arms forward, prompting the firebirds to attack. Upon contact with Anya, each of them exploded, knocking her back and finally down, though she would roll through right back up. Yoka quickly scampered towards Anya and tried to punch her, only to get blocked. Repeat cycle with opposite arms, then came a thrust kick to Yoka's midsection. Anya flickered both her hands up and froze Yoka in her doubled-over state, before waving her arm and sending Yoka flying to the wall. Not to be ignored, the Kentman extended his arms and a swarm of black particles came towards Anya. She was barely able to notice and evade it, and the attack evaporated in mid-air. Anya then generated an energy ball and launched it at the Kentman, who dove to the side as it fell to the ground.
"Ugh… oh…!" Yoka groaned, as she began to get back up and recollect herself. Anya and the Kentman both stopped as she got up.
"You're not giving up already, are you? Cause despite the sad attempt at nostalgia, I'm kind of enjoying this," Anya zestfully asked. All she earned was a death glare from Yoka.
"Not a chance, you bug breed bitch," she declared firmly. "On that you can trust me."
"Can you please explain to us why you personally trust, and think we should trust, one of the most notorious demons of the past hundred years?" Mist demanded back at Valhalla, seated at the platform inside the cage's cavern. After she and Derrick had found Cole minutes ago, she stepped forward and told the black-haired intruder that she'd had to take him in for questioning, even through Derrick's objections. Right now, Cole was standing before the obvious sect of Valkyries, all seated up on the spectator platform in the cage, with only Derrick beside him for support as he faced the demigoddesses.
"Speaking from experience as someone who's been around him in the past. Trust me, he does not have an ulterior motive," Derrick maintained, even against the usual Cole-related mountain of evidence supporting suspicion of the contrary. "In the last few years he's had to find his humanity. I've been watching him."
"Still, how can you be sure that he won't betray us all?" Kara asked, her stance towards Cole seeming as cold as that of Mist.
"Because I've born witness to him finding his humanity. I know him," Derrick countered.
"You know, I don't really care too much for this little kangaroo court we have going on here. I'm just curious as to how it's possible that you all can see me," Cole spoke up.
"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Derrick sharply turned to Cole. "You were trying to come here undetected?"
"Actually, no. I wasn't trying to come undetected, I just expected it," Cole replied. "But only because I'm part dead. I think you know why that is." The reference to what Derrick had tried to stop from happening through their one past conversation years ago only proceeded to visibly confuse the younger half-demon.
"Yeah, but what's that have to do with anything?" Derrick asked in his befuddled state.
"I think I might know," Herja suddenly spoke up as all eyes, especially Cole's, turned to her at the sound of her words. "It's because Valhalla exists on a planar crossover level between life and the cosmos."
"Wait, what?" Derrick asked, sending off a clear tone of surprise. Realizing that he still hadn't learned this, Kara sighed.
"How do you think we have the ability to take dying spirits here and turn them back solid with a breath?" the rough demigoddess asked rhetorically, stopping Derrick in his tracks as he thought and realized where she was going with this. "It's dawning on you, isn't it? Our powers are uniquely shaped to fulfill our cause here in this realm. You'd think you would've figured this out by now after working among us for about half a year."
"Wait, aside from the fact that I must've turned solid just by touching the water here, that also explains the magic that hides Valhalla from human maps, though, doesn't it?" Cole deduced.
"And how would you know anything about that?" Mist crossly demanded.
"I listen and learn. Besides, I've been stuck in a cosmic void for the past couple of years, and after somehow becoming solid by merely touching water, it kind of pieces together," Cole answered, only to realize something else. "Wait a minute, with me being solid, does that mean I'm alive or something? Like, able to, go… back to the mortal, physical world, and-"
"No, actually, it doesn't," Herja added from her position to the right of Mist. "You only appear solid as if alive again if you leave Valhalla through one of our portals." She stopped and shook her head violently. "Wait, why are we telling you any of this?"
"I don't know," Cole admitted after a moment of thought. "The only thing I do know is that I just took care of some family business, which I'll be telling the guy in the coat here about later, then I sought a paradise to come to and I ended up here."
"I've made my decision," Freyja stood up to declare, commanding attention from a mixture of gazes. "Derrick, your friend can stay safely here. At least for the time being. And as long as you both agree that he should have an eye kept on him at all times."
"Yes!" Derrick carelessly exclaimed, losing his inhibitions for a second in glee at the Valkyries' acceptance of his "brother", conditional as it was.
"What?" Mist reacted questioningly on the other hand.
"This is wrong, Freyja!" Kara took the objection further. "He and Derrick are not the same. Cole Turner is a trained killer with a track record for evil only surpassed by most Sources I've ever heard of!"
"Which is why I'm trusting all of you not to leave him unattended for a second until he proves himself," Freyja elaborated in calm defense of her judgment. "If he even tries anything devious, we have the power to send him straight to hell, after all." At the notion of being "sent straight to hell", Cole managed a heartfelt chuckle, which died down when he saw that he'd easily earned hostile stares from some of the other Valkyries, including Kara, and even a "you're an idiot" glare from Derrick.
"Okay, if you're gonna do something stupid that gets you killed again, remind me to be the killer this time," the vamplighter snipped irritably in Cole's direction. The former Belthazor tried to issue a sardonic chuckle in reply, but was so thoroughly amused by what he perceived as the ridiculous turn of events surrounding his being visible in Valhalla that it turned into a full on laugh.
NOTE: The monk played by Arnold Chon needed an Asian name. Siu obviously would do. Speaking of Asians, Anya would be played by the brilliant Lucy Liu. (And I have an awesome friend to thank for that character and casting choice, too.)
Also, the Kentman is the second character that is actually my creation. His actor would be Shane Brolly of recent Underworld fame.
Again, everybody, sorry for the delay. Can't promise it won't happen again, as life's course is not really predetermined by anyone walking the earth, but I will definitely try to be quicker at this.
-Pac.
P.S. Guess who just turned 20, folks?
