Intruding Thoughts : A Cirque Du Freak Tale
"Debbie!" Darren and I screeched. I struggled with Steve as Darren ran over to her, only being pushed away by the hooked man. He pulled her down; her eyes opening. She began to moan in pain, for the wounds that covered her body were stretching under the hooked man's grasp.
"Let her go!" I yelled, as Steve took a hold of both of my hands.
"Stay still!" he whispered harshly.
"What's gotten into you?" I spat back, pulling from him, but his grasp remained.
"Debbie!" Darren moaned, as the hooked man took her into his clutches. Darren scowled and ran over to Steve and I, punching him in the face, making me fall to the floor.
"Darren, what are you doing?" I asked, picking myself up.
"What I should have done a long time ago," he snarled, picking Steve up by the throat and swiftly placing a knife to it. He turned himself and Steve to the hooked man, who still had Debbie in his grasp. "If she dies, he dies"
"Darren!" I gasped.
"Lara you don't understand," Darren said. "He's with them, he's a half-vampaneze!"
"W…what? No! It's not true!!" I yelped.
"What he says is true," I heard my Father say.
I looked to Steve and saw fear in his eyes. He said nothing as Darren pushed him over to Father who stood crowded by a mass of vampaneze. I slowly followed behind them, glancing at Vancha who glared over at the corner. Turning, I saw Gannen leading out a hooded man. It was the man from before, when I first met him.
It was the Lord of the Vampaneze!
Before I knew it, hands had clamped over my mouth and arms, and I was being roughly pulled off towards Gannen and the Lord of the Vampaneze.
"Lara!" I heard Father scream, making me struggle under the tight grips that pulled me over to the Gannen and his Lord. The vampaneze that had pulled me over finally let me go, throwing me to the feet of the Lord of the Vampaneze.
The face that looked down at me was very different than I pictured. He was young, only a few years older than I. He had light brown eyes and sad blue eyes. He quietly bent down and held a hand out for me, those sad eyes peering into mine. I hesitantly took it, and let him lift me up and place me on his right side. Looking over, I could see that he had received a wound to his shoulder, which he ignored as he began to speak.
"I knew this was coming," he said, looking over at Father. His voice was soft, almost sad, like his eyes. "Des Tiny predicted it. He said I'd have to fight one the hunters here, above the flames, and that it would most likely be Larten Crepsley. We tried to turn is prophecy on its head and lure the boy up instead. For a while I thought we'd succeeded. But in my heart I knew it was you I'd have to face."
I gasped softly and bowed my head. I have a bad feeling about this. Please be careful Father, I want to see you get through this.
Father raised an eyebrow. "Did Mr. Tiny say which of us would triumph?" he asked.
"No. He said it could swing either way." The Lord of the Vampaneze answered.
"That is encouraging," Father said dryly. He held out one of his knives, but the instant he did that, Gannen stepped in front of his Lord.
"The deal's off," he said gruffly. "The two t one ratio no longer applies. If you'd sent Darren Shan as we agreed. We'd have kept our side of the bargain. Since you've come to his place, you can't expect us to offer the same generous odds."
Two to one? That's far from generous!!
"I expect nothing of madmen and traitors," Father replied, making the vampaneze that surrounded him mutter darkly.
"Take heed," Gannen snarled, "Or I'll-"
"Peace Gannen," the Lord of the Vampaneze said. "It's time." He stepped out from behind Gannen and produced a barbed sword, as Gannen produced a longer, straight sword, and Steve merrily pulled out a gold dagger and a long spiked chain.
"Are you ready Larten Crepsley?" the Lord of Vampaneze asked. "Have you made peace with your gods?"
"I did that long ago," Father answered. He looked at me, giving me a warm smile and then turned to fight the Lord, Gannen, and Steve.
I can't just sit back and watch this, I need a weapon!
I looked over at Vancha who stood down below me. He saw me as a pointed to his shrunkens. He firmly shook his head and looked back to the fight.
Fine then…
As fast as I could, I jumped to the bottom of the pit and landed on Vancha's side.
"Hand them over Vancha, please," I said quietly.
"This is his fight Lara, don't interfere." He answered firmly.
"Vancha…he's my father and I won't let him die because of your stupid war," I snarled, grabbing the shurikens that he held, and running over to the fight.
"Lara STOP!!" Vancha growled, but I ignored him. Darren ran to my side and handed me his sword.
"Be careful," he whispered. I nodded and ran over to Father, who still hadn't noticed what I was doing. Quickly I flung a shuriken at Gannen and Steve, knocking there weapons to the floor.
"Lara, what are you doing?" Father screeched, running over to my side.
"This isn't fair; I won't let them do this to you!" I said.
"This is my fight!" Father yelled, slashing gracefully at the Lord of the Vampaneze.
"Not anymore!" I replied slashing at Steve. He grinned and deflected my hit with his dagger, swinging his long chain towards me. I received a small hit to the leg, but ignored it as I slashed again at Steve. "You little prick! I can't believe I fell for you treachery!!"
"Don't be so angry, most of what I said to you wasn't a lie," he said, dogging my hits. "I didn't want to put you in this, but I had to, you were there."
"What?"
"It's complicated!" he said back, dogging another of my hits. Gannen appeared next to me and pulled me away from the scene.
"Let me go!!!" I screamed, kicking and pulling myself away. But it was no use, his grip was to strong.
"This isn't your fight, stay out of it!" he whispered harshly into my ear. "You'll get hurt!"
"I already am hurt!" I screamed, finally getting away. "Besides, what's it matter to you?"
"I…I," he stuttered. I had never seen him like this before. Usually he so calm and collected, but now he was, well, scared.
"Ughh…just stay out of my way!" I said turning and running back to aid Father. But it seemed he wasn't in need. By the time I had returned to his side, he had already knocked Steve to the ground with a bloody nose, and the Lord of the Vampaneze was dead, impaled and burnt by the flames of the pit below. And then it hit me.
We had won the War of the Scars!
Thanks to all my readers! I hope you liked this one!!
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Phantomgrlofopera
