First up, I have a fic for sale. Elemental Titans, in the Godzilla the series section. See the latest chapter for details.
TALON
Also, If you want to hear the history of the Guardians, review and ask for it.
NIGHTSHADE
Any ideas, suggestions or constructive criticism is welcome.
TALON
Flames? Don't make me laugh...
WOLF
Oh, one more thing. A good battle song playing in the background may help with the action. Anything from a rock group like Dragonforce or Larger than Life by Backstreet boys would work. (Why? Don't know.)
FIC
"Ghost Wolf" So. The rumours were true. The infamous Guardian really was in town. He made a gesture in the air, as if he was opening an invisible door. The flames that had survived his initial onslaught were wiped out, the air starting to increase to Twister proportions.
"Ember"
"Wolf." Ghost smirked as they eyed each other up.
"...Good." He shifted his stance and brought his gloved hands to bear, his foot shifting the debris before him. Ember did similar, except she seemed more agitated than this "wolf" was. Then without warning, she attacked, fists flying. The blow that was screaming into his face was travelling at a speed that even Rev would have found difficult to match, and was blocked by an almost lazily moved arm, knocking the fist out of it's currant path. Ghost responded with a similar punch, but it too was blocked by his female rival. They kept going, fists, feet and the occasional tail, all the while increasing in speed, ferocity and impressiveness. Eventually, they were moving so fast that they were a literal blur, a shape in the air, a mix of grey and red. Then with a deafening smack, one of the figures were thrown to the ground. It was the grey robed one, the one who had saved their lives. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and dripped to the ground. Running his tongue over it, he lapped up the blood almost greedily. He then stood back up, once more shifting into his fighting stance. The look of victory that had filled Ember's face was wiped clean. How could he have stood up after that blow? He made the first move this time, dashing up close, before ducking and swiping her legs out from under her, knocking her to the ground. He then jumped into the air, tucking his legs underneath him, plummeting to where she lay, struggling to get up. Looking up to see a pair of knees coming towards her face, she rolled as they made contact, cracking the concrete beneath her. She spun round, hoping to connect her high heel with his head, but he too rolled out of the way. When they both got to their feet, they stared at each other. Stalemate.
"Word is, you've lost your powers Wolf." He grinned, enjoying the look of anger on her face.
"Maybe, but since when has that stopped me from kicking butt?" He held one hand over to the bust water pipe, cracked through the Loonatic's earlier battles and a blob of water rose out and spiralled around him. Ember responded with summoning a ball of flame around her fingers, which quickly consumed her body. The ball of water dropped to the floor, along with Ghost's lower jaw.
"Well...Wasn't expecting that..." he ran, flipping and leaping of buildings as Ember started to toss fire at him, destroying the buildings nearby. One was too close and threw him into the air, where he was hit by several others. In the haze of smoke, Ember grinned in her victory.
"Are you ALWAYS this cocky?" Ghost dropped down from the air, his cloak tatters. With an almost ceremonial air, he reached down, grabbed a fistful of material and pulled, dragging the cloak off him. White flared as the morning sun reflected off the feathery wings and chest, his grey fur almost a liquid silver in the dawn light. His tail, almost reaching his head, was bushy and was the thickness of his chest, which was also bushy. His eyes were a fierce Amber with a hint of white round the edges. Pulling off the gloves that had remarkably survived the ordeal, he revealed his claws, also white and the Loonatics stared in terror as the grew to at least a foot. He then scrapped them over a piece of sheet metal, a result of Embers fury. The screech it made caused both Lexi and Ember to cover their ears in pain. That was when Ghost struck.
He reached out for Ember, scrapping his clawed hand over her face as she ducked out of range. She rose, her remaining eye burning in fury. As she blinked some of the blood out, Ghost made another attack, this time claiming her eye instead of just scratching it. It was stuck on his index finger's claw and he seemed to be toying with it.
"Here's LOOKING at you Ember..." He dropped the orb and crushed it with his foot, taunting the Flame Mistress. Duck was actually sick at that point.
"Pauk'de Mistravio exdrador!" Even Ghost balked at that.
"C'mon Ember. No need to be THAT fowl..." In the background a weak voice belonging to a certain water bird rose up.
"I...I resent that...Oh who cares..." He held his head back down and once again vomited as Ember slowly grew another eye to replace the one Ghost had snatched out from her head.The socket inflated first, swiftly followed by pus like fluid that filled the crevice and solidified into a pale white orb. In a splash of blood, the pupil emerged and the eye was whole once again. Ghost waited calmly as she finished healing the effects of his last attack on her graciously. (WHY)
"That. Hurt." Ember wiped the blood from her face, watching with satisfaction as the crimson blood hissed and boiled on contact with the tarmac. Blinking her new eye once, she turned to face Ghost.
"Okay. This has gone far enough..." Raising her hand she summoned a ball of black energy of some kind instead of her usual fire. With a yell, she tossed it at her arch-foe.
"pauk..."
FIC
This was getting too weird. Ace stared as the two mysterious warriors went at it tooth and claw. Literally. The "Ember" woman let the black stuff completely cover her, much like what she had done with the fire. Only this time, the blackness seemed to become part of her, fuse with her, before forming a cloud around her.
"Er...Now wha-" The cloud blew away to reveal a completely different person. Where once Ember stood, now some fox girl was examining her nails. Her fur was a fiery red mixed with a black chest. Her clothes were burned away, but a sheet of flame kept her modesty intact. Soon, the flames dies down and turned into a shiny, glass like substance, also black. Her tail was coated in the same material and had blades running down it. With a glint in her new eye, she brought the tail up to head height and dropped to all fours, claws scrapping the dirt.
"Nice tail blade Ember"
"Thank you Ghost." They were being INCREDIBLY polite to each other, as if they were old buddies... Then Ember struck, swiping the space where Ghost's head was just moments ago, before flipping back on to her feet, to block a clenched fist heading towards her face. Unfortunately, she never noticed the knee that was heading for her gut. With a gasp as all the air in her lungs was knocked out of her, she staggered back as Ghost stood calmly for the next assault. Ember was furious. Such an amateur mistake...Well, she wouldn't be making that again.
"You think yourself so tough..." Ghost could feel her power building, the darkness within becoming without, the flames the spewed forth from her hands taking form.
"You think, just because you got a few lucky shots..." The flames were becoming more and more solid by the second, her mysterious clothing glinting as the sun was obscured by heavy grey clouds.
"You could just waltz all over me..." The flames encircled her hands. Then from nowhere two blades burst forth, followed by a hilt, which Ember grabbed then started to swing them about, over and under her wrists, around her back, twirling them in her fingers, before reversing one blade so it was resting against the back of her arm, pointing up, while the other scrapped along the ground, loosely held in her left hand.
"Well, GUESS AGAIN BUDDY!" she dragged the blade along the ground, kicking up sparks as she dashed towards the defenceless Wolf. A blade aimed at his neck was narrowly avoided by Ghost leaning backwards, palms on the ground, flipping his legs up, catching Ember unaware as he landed a double kick to her chin. She swung the other blade upward, forcing Ghost to roll to the side, wide open for the other blade. The blade nicked his arm, causing a spurt of blood to drip onto the street. Clutching his arm, Ghost got to his feet and ran to a nearby wall. Leaning against it, he waited for Ember to swing, before twirling on the spot, guiding the blade into the stone wall. With the other blade, he grabbed Embers hand, wincing as the flesh on his fingers burned, and twisted, breaking her wrist. Kicking her back, he tried to grab one of the blades, but it vanished in a blaze of fire.
"Did you think it would be that easy?" Ember held out her hand, cocked at a funny angle and violently swung her arm to the side, grinning as the crack told her that it had realigned. Flexing her wrist a little, she held out her hand and the blades reappeared, to be caught be Ember.
"What's the matter WOLFIE? Don't quite have the strength for a sword fight?" An almost feral growl told the Loonatics that a SERIOUS nerve had been touched.
"Nobody. And I mean NOBODY, calls me "Wolfie"..."He squeezed his hands so tightly that his claws were cutting into his palms, letting the blood flow freely to the ground. He looked up to reveal his amber eyes having more than a tinge of blackness around them, his claws turning black also. Looking down, he caught himself just in time to stop the transformation.
Damn...Not now...
FIC
Ah...It seems Ghost isn't ENTIRELY purified as we thought... She took interest in his obvious control of the dark phase. Stopping the transformation? Now THAT took some work, even she had to admit it. He stood up, finally gaining control. He gasped slightly, the effort of holding back a power to dangerous to let loose in a city that had no experience of fighting beings of pure darkness. Despite his frequent claims that, "just because something's Dark, doesn't make it evil..." He turned to look at Ember, watching his struggles with interest. He had to mentally insert, "But it helps" He stood up, holding his paws before him, his claws retuned to their normal white shade.
"Ghost, Ghost, Ghost...Do you honestly expect me to fight you after this?" She opened her hands, allowing the blades to return to the fire which they had spawned from. She turned her back, walking off to the nearby cafe in the corner. As soon as she got under the tarp that protected the Al Fresco diners, the heavens tore and the rain began to fall. She took a seat and picked up a discarded drink and took a gulp.
"Now that I know that our experiments weren't as much as a failure as we thought?" Ghost stood with his arms folded, only paying Ember the bare minimum of his attention, thinking "God...Not the rain AGAIN..." He tapped his foot, wondering what Ember was going on about.
I'll just have to take you alive...What a pity. I was hoping for a new pelt for my wall." she snapped her fingers and pools of blackness erupted in the streets. From within these pools tortured cries echoed across the semi-empty plaza, screams of pain, despair and hopelessness. Ghost paled. Only one place had THAT kind of population.
"The Dark Plain." From the pool closer to Ghost a scaly hand shot up and grabbed the ground. It then slowly pulled itself up, clambering over its brethren. Once it was fully in the Mortal Plain, the Loonatics could get a good look at it.
It's skin was like a lizard, only more saggy, like it was half-way through a shedding phase. It's face was like that of a bear, its mouth filled with shark like teeth, it's claws thin, sharp, black and deadly. Strapped to it were assorted weapons, like blades, guns, daggers and the occasional pair of knuckledusters.
"Haruth Hein" Thousands of them, all under Ember's control. This was bad.
FIC
Ghost stared at the army before him. Sure, in the past such an event was no big deal. Hell it was expected.
But Ember always fought her battles by herself. She hated to use Shadelings to fight, preferring to kill up close. They must really want him alive. For what, he didn't know. But it couldn't be good. The Shadelings crept ever closer to him, the rain ignored. they brought out blades, axes, spears...God this REALLY wasn't his day. They had encircled him, cutting off any means of escape except upwards, but due to the rain and lack of powers, his wings were more than useless. They weighed him down.
"Guess this is it..." the rain fell harder and harder as Ghost raised both paws to the sky, muttering to himself.
"The trinity of Light, Darkness and Shadow...Hear me.
I call for your protection, for your guidance.
I call for your strength, for your wisdom."
He closed his eyes and brought his hands to his sides. Then, he slammed his eyes open and shouted out the final line.
"BLADES OF THE ELEMENTS, HEAR ME!"
Three orbs appeared in the air, one white, one black, one grey. They hovered for a while, then flew down to Ghost's level. He punched the white orb.
"Luciendar! Spirit form!" He punched the back orb with his other hand.
"Kilgorin! Spirit form!" He leaped up and forward flipped, bringing his tail forward to smack onto the grey orb.
"Roxilias! Spirit form!" the three orbs had become mist and flowed around his paws and tail. Ember had spat out the drink she had "salvaged" from a table and shouted to the Shadelings
"STOP HIM!" Meanwhile, Ghost landed on the ground, tail whipping from side to side. He then punched to the sides with both hands while his tail stiffened and smacked the ground.
"UNITY!" The mist became more solid, much like when Ember summoned her blades. The two on his fists became a pair of white and black gauntlets, the one on his right white, the left black. The mist on his tail solidified into a piece of grey armour, plates of metal used as a shield. Smashing his fists together, Ghost settled one more into a fighting stance, curling his fingers in a "C'mon" motion. As the weapons gained a physical form, Ghost's fur changed. The grey ws gone, only pure Snow-like white was left.
At once the Shadelings attacked.
FIC
He ducked under the first of many swipes of a sword, bringing his "Fist of Light" upwards to smash into its jaw, crushing its skull. The unfortunate victim turned to dust, carried away by the wind before it could congeal in the rain. the level of attacks were so intense that he lost all thought processes. It was a common enough phase called the "Blitz" in which the attacker doesn't think, or speak, or plan. They just respond, with the years of experience bearing down on the victim if it was unlucky enough to be hit. His mind was blank, determined not to break the calm by thinking of the battle at all.
He was knocked out of his focused state by an icy slash to the shoulder. Thinking about how he got it caused him to remember the fight and.
Ember laughed her head off as Ghost was kicked across the plaza, a good twenty metres. He lay there, panting a little, staring at the rain falling onto his face, thinking, not for the first time, How the hell do I always get into these messes? The shadeling that did the throwing leaned over him and with an air of glee, grabbed the ponytail that was hanging down from Ghost's head. He was lifted up like a kitten, scruff and all, and dragged over to Ember despite his struggles. He hung there weakly as Ember grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.
"Ghost. Look at me. Just give up. I PROMISE that it won't be painful..." He reached to the Shadeling's fist and a dull crack was heard along with a bellow of pain as Ghost dropped to the ground.
"Funny...I was gonna ask you the same thing." Ember laughed at his face before a jolt ran through her body. In her gloating, Ghost had re-transformed the gauntlets into their sword forms, an enormous effort now that he was running out of energy. He glanced towards the Loonatics. They were huddled together, paralysed with fear at the supernatural war going on before them. One of them was responsible for his power boost. One of them...Or possibly two.
"You BASTARD!" Ember had staggered back and placed a hand over her wound. It ran her through completely, so you could see the street behind her. Slowly, Much slower than she had originally had, she healed the gaping hole in her abdomen. With a hiss, she punched Ghost back into the crowd of Shadelings. Twirling his blades around his hands, he shifted the tail armour to his chest, turning it into a chest plate. Another drop in energy. As the rain fell around him, causing small pools of water to lap at his feet, he stood ready.
He wasn't disappointed.
FIC
He stood still as they crept up on him, unsheathing weapons and extending their claws. holding both blades out to the sides, he spun them in his hands and brought them together above his head, creating a shower of sparks that danced around his head before fading out of view.
They ran towards him, trying to be the first to hack his head off. He ducked and weaved, dodging blades and other weapons while taking down a few himself. The blades shone in the gloom, slices of light and they made a slight shrill as they sliced the air, halving raindrops without affecting their passage from sky to ground. A Shadeling jumped into the air to slash down on him, while two other attacked from the sides. Lifting his left foot, he caught the incoming attacker in the gut and pulled him to the ground hard, before tossing him in the air behind him, all in one smooth movement. He blocked the one on his left, before slicing him from head to tail with his right hand, twisting out of the road of the other attacker, decapitated by the left hand as he spun on the spot. He was a dancer on the streets, blades crashing, flesh tearing, guts kicked, faces punched. He was a machine, never stopping, never ceasing.
He was a killer.
A group of five launched themselves in the air, trying to catch him off-guard as the last one had thought. He jumped up alongside them, blocking, slashing. He took out two and dropped, watching the remaining three descend upon him, like some unholy trio of angels. He rested Luciendar on his shoulder a moment before tossing it, spinning in the air at them, slicing through their bodies cleanly. The black dust swamped the plaza, some mingling with the rain before vanishing, looking remarkably like black blood flooding the street. During this, Ember had vanished, only to reappear on top of the nearest skyscraper, looking down at the battle below. Ghost caught this movement and leapt from spot to spot, passing by the minions that Ember had summoned. Finally he reached the building and looked up, to meet HER eyes. Jumping back, he gave himself a run up before launching himself at the smooth exterior. At first he used the claws on his feet, but over time ha built up speed. He was running up a wall. Shadelings appeared in pools of blackness to stop his assent, but the were cut down mercilessly. They chased after him, determined not to let him near their mistress. Once more he threw his blade, once more cutting through Shadelings. But this time it kept going, heading for one target.
Ember.
With a smirk, Ember jumped off the roof and grabbed the sword on her way down. She tried to slice him while passing him, but He brought up his remaining sword and blocked it, the screech of metal on metal filling the air. She continued her drop down to street level, while Ghost kicked off the building to follow her. Spinning his blade in the air, he created some sort of vortex that enabled him to survive the fall. It took a lot out of him. He leaned on his sword, panting, staring at Ember who was still holding his favourite sword.
"It think...I'll take...That back." He gasped and held out his free hand. The sword glowed white then vanished in a blaze of light, only to re-appear in his hand. Scraping the blades against each other once more, he waited for Ember, breathing heavily. He wasn't strong enough...Wasn't powerful enough...Wasn't good enough...
He shook his head.
"Nice try Ember, but you'll have to do better than that to get past me!" Ember sighed. She didn't really expect that to work, but it was worth a shot wasn't it? She charged, once more bringing her flame swords into reality. In a vicious swipe, Ember knocked one of his swords to the side, too far for him to reach. To stop him from doing his little vanishing trick, Ember immediately started to lay into him with everything she had. Ghost responded and managed to also remove one of Ember's swords. They ignored such trivial matters and continued with their fight, the swords swinging so fast they were a blur. The cries of metal, the splash of rain, the sound of flesh being torn open, all echoed in the silent plaza. The noise stopped when the two locked blades together, slamming the metal against each other. The rain that was stopped by the furious battle dropped to the ground like a dome of water falling on them, soaking them to their already soaked skin. As the swords grinded against each other, they grew red hot, small drops of water steaming off and fading in the air. They leapt off each other, Ember's fist bursting into flames. With a yell, she threw four balls of fire at him. Ghost spun his blade and caught them in the flat of the blade, lining them up on the round before, with a grin, sending them back at her, like he was playing golf. As the flaming projectiles where streaking for her head, Ember held her remaining sword aloft and slashed downwards, disintegrating them. They held their swords out, pointing them at each other, trying to look fierce with the rain plastering their fur to their skin. Ember ended the theatrics with...A sneeze.
"Gods bless you..." Ember shook her hair and wiped her nose on her arm, till pointing her sword at him.
"I hate the rain"
"You too?" They were still in their stalemate, waiting for one of them to make the first move.
"It just takes FOREVER to get the fur completely dry doesn't it?" They were acting like old friends, conversing in the rain. With deadly slabs of steel pointed at each other.
"No matter how hard you rub with the towels..." Ghost made the first move, using his powers to send up a spray of water to momentarily blind Ember. As she wiped the water out of her eyes, Ghost had thrust out his sword arm. And was stopped. Ember had gripped his wrist and twisted, forcing Ghost to drop his remaining blade. In doing so, Ember was also forced to drop her blade, the clatter as it fell echoed across the seemingly empty city. Ember came in close and said three little words that sent chills down his spine.
"I Win Wolfie"
FIC
Ghost struggled in her grip, determined to not let it end this way. He would NOT be beaten! Not by HER at least!
"Ember...You really are a bitch you know that?" He was held up against a wall by a bar choke, arms pinned behind his body. Maybe if he gets one free.
"I know." She looked kinda proud at the fact. She enjoyed her gloating so much, she never noticed his struggles.
"Ember..?" His elbow was free.
"Yes?" She leaned in closer, trying to hear what he just said.
"What?" His wrist was just poking out.
"I said..." He had his hand free.
"You're a really arrogant Bitch." A dull THUNK was heard and Ember gasped. Blood began to well up in her mouth, overflowing her pouting lips to drip over her fur, clotting, sticking, shining. She staggered back, pulling Ghost with her. When she turned round, the Loonatics could see what was wrong. His arm was embedded in her chest, up to the middle of his arm. With a twist a fountain of blood poured out of her mouth and sprayed Ghost. Tugging, he tore something out of her, something large, red and beating. He dropped the heart and they heard the wet splat as it slopped over the dirt. With a vindictive air, Ghost raised his foot and stopped down, blood oozing under his pads. Holding her tightly by the shoulder with his right hand, he lovingly gripped her cheek and pulled it to the side.
"Ghost..." A wet gurgle emanated from Ember's lips.
"Killing me won't stop anything. I'll just recarnate and in a year..." She broke of coughing. Ghost waited patiently to listen to the rest of her final message.
"And it will even help us. Cold-Blooded murder?...If that won't send you over the edge..." She turned up to look at his eyes. Amber with White. Then she turned back to the ground.
"Ember...I've accepted that a LONG time ago." She tried to snap her head round to look, but she was still slow from the lack of a heart. It wouldn't kill her, but she was vulnerable. Staring back into his eyes she choked. They were Amber, white...And Black, right on the edges. As she watched, the white and black swirled together to create completely grey eyes. The element of Shadow.
"Goodbye. I would have like to say it was nice knowing you, but..." He pulled her head back, exposing her neck, still pounding. For the first time, in over Seventeen centuries, Ember was afraid. He would really do it. The darkness really IS in his control.
He bit down and tore, Jugulars pierced and ripped, blood spraying Ghost's white furred body. It saturated him so completely that it looked as if he was a natural red. He was just standing there, basking in the blood shower, fists clenched. He slowly let out a deep breath and turned to where his sword lay. Ember was trying to crawl away, her blood like a a snake trailing behind her. She was dragged back by Ghost's powers, and came to a stop before Ghost's feet. He held up his blade, pointed down, the tip glistening with blood.
"Ghost..." He paused.
"Would you mind...Telling Eonis...I'm sorry?" He looked away, considering.
"Ember...You broke his heart"
"I know"
"you tried to kill him"
"I know"
"And you want me to tell him YOU'RE SORRY"
"Yes..." She was broken. Her eyes lost the flame. Ghost sighed and rested the blade in the ground.
"Ember...You can still come back"
The loonatics looked at each other, confused. What was he talking about?
"I'm a ShadowWoman now...I can't"
"You can." He stopped to think.
"Ask Shauni. She'll decide whether you can be given another chance." For the fist time Ember's eyes held something other than Rage, Hatred or Pain. They held hope.
"Can you talk to her? I mean she is your"
"No. She'll be the ultimate appeal. Sorry." He rose the blade once more and Looked at Ember. She nodded, once.
FIC
He walked over from where Ember's body was. It had turned to dust as soon as the blade had entered her neck, finishing the job he had stared earlier. He wandered over to a small skip in an ally and gripped the edges tightly. Then he ducked his head in. Wet plats accompanied by groans of pain and the occasional sob were distorted by the metal. The Loonatis slowly walked up to him, the stench of vomit hitting them hard. Gulping, Lexi walked up to him, picking up a small rag that was on the ground next to the bins. When he pulled up his head to stare at the now restored rabbit, he glanced down at the rag in her hands. She was holding it out.
"...Thanks..." He took it, his bloody paws dwarfing her hand. With a mumbled apology, he wiped the trail of sick from his muzzle. He breathed deeply for a few moments, the taste of blood, the blood of a once friend, hung in his mouth. He looked down at his bloody body, shuddering. Sure, he hunted, but he never killed A self-aware creature like that. His powers were a painless death, he had never had to... He looked around and noticed that two members were missing.
"...Hey, aren't there six of you?" The others looked around and saw that Rev and Tech were still over by the hiding spot. Ghost walked up to him and gasped as the stench of rotting meat hit his fragile nose. Kneeling down, he saw what Ember's last gift to the team was.
"A damn Decay orb...That was MY technique..." He looked up to see a worried Roadrunner stare at him.
"Can you help him?" The pain in his voice was too much for him. Then again.
"Why?" He stood up and began to walk off, hopefully get some of that blood of his body before it congeals. He was cut off by a blur appearing before him and slowing to reveal the Roadrunner again.
"HELP HIM!" Even Ghost was taking back by that. They had never heard Rev yell at someone with anger in his voice before... Reaching out with a bloody paw, Ghost tried to grab his head.
"What-are-you-" Ghost cupped his head in one paw and focused. At once both went into some sort of trance.
Images flicked past Rev's eyes. He had no idea where they were, it was completely dark and only he and Ghost were there.
"Where are we"
"My mind..." Ghost was levitating slightly, a pool of light surrounding him. He stared at the roadrunner as memories, hopes, fears poured into his mind. He was particularly interested in Tech's recent experiment...
They were back in the real world, Rev rubbing his head. He felt as if he was a computer whose files were downloaded to god know where and felt a little peeved. He turned to look at Ghost who was... not...there. He spun round to see him crouched over Tech, hands running over the now almost skeletal hand. The decay had spread up his arm and was now at his shoulder. Ghost was muttering something, one hand passing over the affected area.
"Sanctos, Espiritus." When nothing happened he cleared his throat and repeated it in a firmer voice.
"Sanctos, Espiritus!" He began to growl as nothing happened and turned to Rev.
"Is there a forest or woodland or SOMETHING with trees nearby?" Rev thought for a moment.
"Well-there-is-the-central-park"
"Good enough. Here, carry him there, I need a few things. Whatever you do, DON'T LET THE DECAY REACH HIS HEART!" He shouted after him as Rev sped off in to the distance, Tech clutched to his chest. He kept thinking the same thing over and over.
Don't die, Don't die, Don't die...
FIC
The sight of a bloody wolf bursting into a shop would be enough for anyone, but the fact he wanted Candles...Now that was wierd.
"How're candles supposed tah help Tech?" Ace leaned over his shoulder, trying not to gag at the smell of fresh blood.
"I need them. For a ritual. You wouldn't under- Aha!" He picked up three candles, one white, one black, one green. (You thought I was gonna say Grey didn't you?) He lifted them to the till, customers scurrying out of the way and dumped them in front of the cashier. She gulped and said,
"Do you have a clubcard?"
FIC
A star was burned into the grass by Ace on Ghost's orders. A ring was then "Drawn" around it and Tech placed in the centre. When everyone had left the circle, Ghost turned to them.
"Okay...You better leave now...This won't be pretty." Rev walked up to him. He couldn't leave Tech alone, not now.
"Tech will be dangerous when he wakens. All his sentience will be wiped away until he's...fed." He turned to the team, looking at Rev in particular. Rev noticed this and gulped. Surely he didn't.
"He will try to kill...and eat you. I know he's a friend, but i'll take care of him"
"Why? A few moments ago, you hated us?" Ghost turned away from them, rubbing his arm slightly, cringing as dried blood flaked off, occasionally pulling tufts of fur with them.
"I...I didn't understand. Now i do. I want to make things right."
He turned to the circle and walked up to it.
"Stay if you wish. Just be careful." He picked a small bag he had picked up in the candle shop and sent them to three points of the star with his powers. With a still smouldering piece of grass, he lit them.
"Stay here. I'll be right back." Swinging the bad over his shoulder, he ran into the deeper areas of the park. About half an hour later, he returned, the bag suspiciously full. Dumping it by his feet, he walked up to one of the oldest trees in the area and placed one paw against it. He muttered something under shi breath, so low even Lexi couldn't hear it. He reached up and tore off a branch, weighing it in his hand. Satisfied, he returned to the circle.
"Tu eres Cruel.
No eres Fiel.
Hijo del Mal.
Un ser fatal.
Tu Corazon.
Es un Ladron."
The branch was swung about his head, before being spun all over the area. It was like he was dancing, twirling, spinning, moving his arms from place to place. Duck was about to make a comment about bad dancing being lethal when he was jolted out of his usual sarcastic mode by a tree actually lighting up next to him. All around, trees bushes, flowers, grass, they all lit up. Then little blobs of light seperated from the plants and flew towards Ghost's branch. They infused with it and the branch also began to glow. The candles burned even brighter, the flames reaching head height. They spun around the branch also, the noise caused by the sudden wind that blew up out of nowhere almost drowning out Ghost's next words.
"By flame was done, by flame UNDONE.
I call on the spirits of Life, those in service to Shauni.
Mononoke, see me, hear me, feel me.
Mononoke, Heal this body. Heal This wound!"
He swung the branch over to where Tech was sprawled, oblivious to the actions going on around him. The light shot out from the branch and struck Tech, focusing round his arm. At once, the black mist that had hung over the wound faded away and the arm fell off.
"...Okay, THAT wasn't supposed to happen..." The light entered the shoulder and merged with a strange Green energy. Slowly, an arm began to grow out of the wound, wholesome. Cured. Once the deed was done, the light faded away and the candles blew out. There was nothing left of them. Tech slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"Hey-there-Tech-old-pal-how'd-" Rev was dragged back by Ghost who was panting a little. His voice was far more growl-like, like he was becoming more Wolf-Like.
"What did I say!" He snarled at him, then pushed him away, Snatching up the bag he had discarded earlier. Undoing the zip, he reached in and paused.
"You might want to leave now. This won't be easy for you two." He nodded to Lexi and Ace, before jerking his head towards the bag.
"Oh...he didn't..." Lexi covered her mouth, looking as if she would be sick. Ace felt the same, but if it would help Tech.
"Do it."
FIC
"Well. That was the freakiest thing I've ever seen." Duck watched as Ghost carefully buried the remains of two rabbits. Tech had one and a half, Ghost the other. Something about needing to "Recharge.
"You said it Duck." Ace walked up to Ghost who was trying to get rid of the blood that had now completely dried. He was scrapping it with his claws, jerking as a too vigorous clawing pulled out fur. As Ace walked up, he stopped and got on his knees properly, Holding down his head.
"Er"
"I'm sorry. For the way I've been acting lately. I didn't have all the facts. Please forgive me." He stayed like that, waiting either Ace's forgiveness, or his rightfull revenge. After all, he did threatened an team-mate the last time they met.
"That's...That's okay doc." Ghost rose to his feet and made to walk off.
"Wait!" He turned to see Ace following behind him.
"Were you going?" He was leaning against a tree, noting that it was the same tree that Ghost had pulled off the branch. Ghost just stared ot him. What did he want?
"Here." Ace pulled out a card and held it out to him. He could faintly see the word Loonatics HQ on it.
"Why don't you join us?" Lexi had walked up alongside Ace, altering her gaze from him. The other loonatics crowded around him.
"Why would you want a murderer like me in your team?" He looked at his paw. The one that had torn out Ember's heart.
"Because-It's-kinda-our-fault-you're-here-and-we-could-always-do-with-some-back-up-or-even-new-friends-I-mean-" Ghost smirked and held his hand in the air. Then he slowly brought it down.
"We-have-to-do-something that will allow you to forgive us and...What's happened to my voice?" Ghost laughed and turned to the others.
"Sorry, but I get enough of that at home!" He chuckled, but at the mention of 'Home' it weakened. Looking at the card again, he stuffed it into his pocket.
"Could...Could I get some time to think about it?" The Loonatics nodded and in a flash of light he was gone.
"How does he do that?" Suddenly, Ghost reappeared next to Duck.
"I cloud minds. Trust me, Yours wasn't that difficult to do!" He vanished again, his laughter echoing in the wind, before being carried off into the clearing sky.
FINE
WOLF
Well. That was a bugger to write. Okay, firstly, the "Spell" is actually the lyrics to Monstro by Meat Loaf. Secoundly, I appoligise for any spelling. I had to do this completly on notepad to aviod those strange symbols. You know, the ones from the recent pages?
Plaese read and review.
