FINALLY!! So my good friend didn't IMPLODE in on herself, here is the next installment of NB.
Awwww, her baby is gonna be kicked out of the nest soooon!
Please review or I'll give you satanic head bitey. (my small tribute to Jhonen Vasquez)lol
just a note... I havent drawn her yet, but dark skorsh is my character ^_^ as soon as I draw her, I'll be sure to give you all a link XD
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Dark Slush sat there at the foot of his throne, where he'd spent all his life, in this building and around it... he was shocked to hear a voice at the door to the temple, and it wasn't Galager's.
It was female.
"Hello, my Lord."
She was quickly joined by five others, all silhouetted by the sky outside. For some reason the skies had been more of a blood red and black sunset lately. It was probably because a very very small "sun" was visiting Vort.
They walked forward until they were right in front of him and he narrowed his eyes. He recognized the female, alright. Dark Skorsh. She had been one of the Dark Vortians to challenge his leadership position when he had come to Dark Vort.
Her horns were a violent shade of a toxic-looking purple spiked with poisonous black barbs and her eyes were a dull, dead black. Her skin was an unsuual shade of lavender and at both wrists, he knew, she had hidden knives. Her outfit was outrageously skimpy because she never bothered taking care of it. Only her arms, the fork of her legs and her breasts (such as they were) were covered fully; the rest of it was littered with holes so it was impossible to tell at which point it had been an actual outfit.
The others were covered in battle scars and fight scars; the one on the far left had one horn severed almost completely.
Dark Slush got to his feet, sensing trouble, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was ready for a conflict, but not what happened next.
Dark Skorsh bowed low, revealing quite a bit of cleavage, and looked up at him, a sick grin on her face, the scar at the corner making her otherwise pretty face into something deadly.
"I come in peace for once, my Lord," she said, again putting a sarcastic lilt to the word.
"And what is the meaning of this then, Skorsh?" Dark Slush demanded. He stood up on the bottom of his throne so he was elevated up above her. Twelve pairs of eyes looked up at him, orange, green, yellow, two red, and black.
Skorsh stepped more fully into the light, the smile gone from her face.
"You think I'm gonna tell you?" she said coldly. She snapped her fingers and before Dark Slush could summon any sort of power, the yellow-eyed dark vortian darted forward quick as lightning and stabbed at his ankles with something. Dark Slush jumped and landed on top of the ruffian.
He spun round and without thinking, he aimed a bolt of dark energy straight at Skorsh.
It hit her in the face and she snapped her head around on her neck and gave a sharp cry of pain.
When she looked back at him, she had a new scar, turning her left eye into a bloody mass of scar tissue and burned flesh. She was now half blind in that eye.
She snarled like a feral animal and, shoving everyone else aside, she jumped on him and began wailing every inch of him she could reach!
He couldn't get a decent line of sight, so he summoned shadows once more and commanded they protect him.
The punches and claws kept coming... where were the shadows?
Then it hit him, literally; she was keeping them at bay, blocking his powers!
He began struggling, fighting her back, clawing her face, tearing at her clothes. One of her knives slipped out of her sleeve and she began stabbing him, everywhere she could reach that wouldn't kill him.
"You'll... PAY... I want you... to SUFFER!" she was screeching.
"Grab his leg! Get it on him!" she screamed at her henchmen behind her.
While she was distracted, Dark Slush took the opportunity to grab her around the throat and slam her head into the ground. She grunted in displeasure and he rolled out from under her and drove his elbow into her back.
He felt something snap shut around his ankle.
He began feeling drained... his arm muscles went slack and he fell, limp, to the ground.
Skorsh got to her feet, panting, bloody, bruised and battered, but she had a satisfied smile on herface all the same.
"You put up a fight but you can't fight anymore, Slush. That ankle bracelt is straight from Vort, designed to block the powers of a Dark Vortian," she boasted.
Dark Slush blanched and scrambled backwards from her, now defenseless. If what she said was true, then she had either been imprisoned on Vort and escaped (unlikely) or she had a contact there. Either way, he was screwed. Where else could she have gotten the bracelet?
Then he thought of who it reminded him of. The bracelet on L-Aora's ankle was almost just like the one he now wore, only it bore her name. Was it restraining her power, then?
No. Galager had said she was a small sun, harnessing sunlight and life... then the bracelet was... her bracelet was... it was designed to help... or hold back...
At this point, he saw Skorsh, grinning wickedly, leering down at him in all her evilyness. The last thing he saw was a vortian foot in his face and he blacked out.
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A gentle breeze cooled his heated forehead and the sounds... sounds of nature. Laying on something cool and lush and soft... he heard voices...
He slowly opened his good eye and saw faces he did not recognize and a sky flooded with unfamiliar colors... only one moon.. where was this?
"Poor thing... should we help him?"
"We helped Mish, I don't see the harm in it. Maybe he's okay."
His other eye bruised shut with congealed blood, he looked around blearily with his good eye. He was in some sort of field and it was night time. The trees... the sky... the ground...
This was not Dark Vort.
The realization that he was not home for the first time since his unorthodox birth on Vort struck him hard and he sat up lightning fast, ignoring the bright flares of pain racing through his entire body.
"Hey, take it easy! Lav, honey, look at him. His entire body is cut up and bruised and... stuff. How is he even alive?"
Dark Slush turned to the voice's source and saw a fleshy pink irken-ish looking thing with hair and some bulgy thing on his face with nostrilsand his first impression was wow, is that guy ugly.
Then he saw the female beside him and decided this must be where L-Aora lived. Galager had described both of these beings to him.
He looked around him once more. The grass, the trees, the sky... everything here was life and vibrant. Nothing was dead or even dying. It was night sky only had one moon, but it shone a fierce, bright white. The colors in the sky... pink, red, yellow, orange, blue, black... Dark Vort had once looked like this, before the Dark vortians had gone and killed it.
This place was beautiful.
"What is this place?" he managed to ask. A sharp pain in the side of his mouth made a jaw fracture evident. Breathing hurt. Both his legs were killing him. His left arm was obviously shattered. Even his horns hurt.
"Hey, what's this?" said the man suddenly.
Dark Slush followed his finger and saw a square mechanical device. He knew what it was. It was commonly used to leave holographic messages but not as a means of communication. Sort of like an advanced answering machine.
He pushed the release button and a holographic image of Dark Skorsh appeared, looking spiteful and jubilant.
"If you're seeing this now, Dark Slush, it means you've already been beaten and thrown to Earth. You'll see us sooner than you think, though."
How does it feel, Dark Slush? You, the strongest Dark Vortian of all time, beaten and degraded by a lesser? Your powers are blocked, you're beaten almost to the point of death... you'd better find help, my Lord... cause if you don't you'll bleed to death," and at this point, she began laughing like it was the funniest thing in the universe.
She paused, probably for dramatic effect, and then, as an afterthought, added, "oh yes. I forgot to mention one little thing. You're on Earth. And it's crawling with Irken scientists. Have fun!"
She dissolved into laughter once again and the message ended.
Irken scientists... the thought of laboratories and irkens in general had him frozen in terror. His powers were blocked and he was defenseless... what did she mean by "sooner than you think"? Was she planning to take control of Dark Vort and lead them all into a fight for this planet?... what to do?
"So... you're Dark Slush? Who was that? What happened to you? Where's Mish?" demanded the ugly male human.
Dark Slush tried getting to his feet only to find that the ankle without the power-blocking bracelet was shattered like his arm.
"Argh!" he growled.
"Henry, dear, carry him into the house so we can try and save his leg, at the very least, okay?" said the woman.
Dark Slush decided to give up at that moment. If this was where L-Aora called home, then these people probably would not hurt him any more than he was already hurting. He allowed the ugly human male to pick him up and carry him into their home. Said home was brightly lit and very homey looking. He immediately felt welcome...
until he saw the inside.
It was plastered in pictures of bugs. There were pictures of insects to blown up it made him want to be sick on purpose. What kind of sick people were these???
"Ignore the insects, little alien, Mish's room doesn't have bugs at all," said the human female.
"Why... do you keep calling her Mish? Her name... ow... is L-Aora-Kianna," he corrected her.
"We've always called her Mish," said the human, shrugging. The movement of the human's shoulders made Dark Slush's shattered left arm shriek in pain.
The human carried him to a small room off of a small hallway and set him down on a pile of pillows and blankets. There was no bed. The walls were covered in pictures of nature and plants and flowers and trees... Dark Slush's mind reeled; was this what the rest of Earth looked like?
Dark Slush's last view before he gave in to the immense pain and decided to sleep was a picture of a field, guarded by enormous blue, snow-covered mountains, and he closed his eyes and welcomed an old friend and ally;
shadows.
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This chapter was so significant, I had to give Dark Slush his own chapter.
It was significant in that, he has never been off of Dark Vort since his birth and he has never seen any other building than the one his throne was in. this is not my idea. Dark Slush and everythign about him is © tallestpurple101
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