(Sigh. I'm such an idiot with cliff-hangers. But you still love me. Right? Right?! Carrying on…)
Chapter 9
The Day That Light Met Dark
Garfield Logan remembered everything going dark, his eyesight fading before his very eyes as he felt the wind rush past him.
"Colad?"
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Black eyes, his face covered in scars, which by the looks of it - was slowly healing, slowly but surely, his hair matted and straggled down the sides of his face, his chest bare that was also covered in scars and wounds. The tanned skin, still tanned as Colad Quince looked down on Garfield Logan, his face in a big friendly-looking grin.
"Hello Gar. Long time no see, eh?"
Garfield jumped off his bed, springing onto the floor to cover himself, as he looked up to see the would be corpse of Colad Quince.
He heard a sigh escape from the lycanthrope's lips, he's eyes heavy and depressing looking.
"Everyone reacts like that…" His sigh became a twitch of his mouth. "Then again, it's not like you see someone dead from the past every day eh?"
"Colad? Is it really you?" Gar gasped, pushing himself up gently, his eyes wide and surprised to see his former team mate and friend.
Colad threw a wink at him, his teeth still shining brightly in the moonlight.
"The one and only baby." He grinned his stupid grin, his hair dangling over his eyes as he stared out the window.
Colad suddenly felt two arms wrap around his waist, and a tear stained face pushed into his shoulder.
Well, he was expecting that from beautiful Raven. But still, this wasn't so bad. He should die more often if this was the love he got from people.
"Well, um." Colad slowly realized that he was supposed to be comforting the green man in front of him. Putting his hand behind Garfield's back, he unhurriedly patted it. "There, there. Just let it all out."
Colad felt a smirk creep onto Garfield's face as he pressed harder on Colad's shoulder, trying hard to contain his laughter as he pulled away to look at the still irately handsome man in front of him.
"Whoa, you came back from the dead! That's so awesome! How'd you do it Colad? Can I come back from the dead?" Garfield gabbled, as if he was back in primary school, his childish behaviour covering him. Then the questions soared into main important stuff that Colad himself had to do. "Why are you here anyway?" He finished, his green eyes looking Colad up and down. He leaned back a little as he saw two Katana's in red sheaths around his back.
"And what's with the swords?!"
Colad rubbed his temples softly, he was already starting to have a headache from Garfield's shouts and mutters.
"Shut it." He murmured, grabbing a side of his head gently as he massaged it. "Sit down. I'm going to show you a memory."
Without warning, Colad jumped at Garfield, his hand outstretched.
Stumbling back, Garfield screamed as a blinding white light filled his vision.
Flashback
A face.
An ugly, stinking, rude looking, pale, something that had been run over by a truck face.
"Oh no…" Colad groaned, his eyes opening to see pale crimson eyes staring back at him. "I've gone to hell. Damn it. No wonder I can't see Katie here."
He was silenced as two knives slunk into his shoulders, making the lycanthrope wince at the spine shattering pain that went up to his shoulders.
Feeling his anger getting loose, Colad grabbed one of the knives and flung it back at the stranger who had flung them at him, before charging blindly into the darkness in hope of finding the stranger - and finding out what had happened here.
He met nothing, until something kicked him sharply in the head, tossing him over his self as he skidded across the darkness of the floor.
Getting up and grunting, Colad shook his head to try and get his brain back into gear before he got himself killed.
"Ha, ha, ha." He laughed mockingly at his own thoughts. "Right! Oi! You! The one who looks like a prat! Where are you?"
He felt something slide against his throat, and a whisper in his ear, at the same time as something else sliding against his spine.
"Well, that would be too easy…Wouldn't it Colad?"
He froze, his eyes wide and dilated. Shivering, he glanced behind his shoulder, then suddenly wished he hadn't.
A 10 foot giant leaned over him, his body pure black, except that the body still showed the muscles that was recognizable on the man, his eyes also matched his skin tone whilst his hair was the most colourful part of him. Red and purple streaks meshed together as the demon looked down on Colad, a sneer on his lips.
He wore full leather, leather chaps, leather jacket and by the looks of it, a leather collar around his neck with matching leather gloves.
Without warning, the stranger removed his black sword from his skin sheath and crashed it down where Colad had just been seconds ago.
Panting, Colad was hiding what seemed to appear as a black brick wall. Transforming into his lycanthrope form, he waited silently as he looked past the wall, searching for a red blob that would confirm the word 'enemy' to him.
"Now, now, now. That would be cheating." Came a voice from above him.
Looking up instantly, Colad was kicked in the face, flying through the air until his head crashed against something that seemed invisible.
Grinding his teeth to test out his frustration at himself, Colad glanced towards the direction he'd been kicked from and was furious to see nobody there.
"Alright! This is annoying. Where the hell am I?" He called out, looking around at his surroundings.
"Foolish." Came a whisper from behind him.
Turning back quicker than the stranger expected, Colad blocked the kick, although it did sent him back some metres.
Charging at his now unprotected target, Colad slashed at the black skin, leaving only a couple marks, however even then, he was knocked back by a back hander and was left flying through the air once more.
Skidding again, as he's head met the ground - again - Colad felt like that he'd surely die now, if he wasn't dead already.
"You are supposed to be the great fierce Colad that slaughtered his own family! What happened to you?" A voice thundered in his head, so loud that he covered his ears and yelped in pain at the surprise.
"For your information! I didn't slaughter all of them! And the ones who I did deserved it!" Colad yelled a reply, his head aching from the pain.
A snort came from his far right. "Does that make it alright?"
Looking over quickly, Colad transformed back into his human self, before leaping towards his right, twirling his legs around until he actually hit something solid - which turned out to be an ankle as the stranger toppled over to his side.
"Say's the person who's trying to butcher me with a flippin' Orc cleaver!" (A/N: Look it up if you don't know what it is.) Colad yelled, scurrying away as the Orc cleaver barely missed his side.
Crying out in unimaginable pain as the cleaver pierced the wound which had been poisoned.
The wound in which he had died from.
Blinded by the pain, Colad reached forward to try and grab whatever he could, before transforming his hand into a katana.
Slicing through the leather of the uniform, Colad's hit was blocked by the Orc cleaver, as the giant swung it over his head, bringing it down on where Colad was.
Just jumping out the way in time, Colad rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily, already out of breath from the throbbing that was pulsing through his mind.
Jumping back up, Colad was surprised to see his enemy actually in front of him, the Orc cleaver swinging towards him. Grinning as it came, Colad put up his katana like hand up to protect himself from the devastating blow, even though he knew it was worthless to, because this stranger was more powerful than him - he couldn't defeat this guy. Not even Robin could.
Standing his ground, as he was knocked back a little, Colad tried his hardest to push himself forwards towards the giant, for this reason Colad prayed that the giant would give up enough space for a manoeuvre that would catch him off guard.
"You are nothing!" The stranger taunted. "You think you can run away to heaven with all the pretty little angels and live a good ol' life don't you Colad?" He pressed a foot forward, he could have easily overpowered Colad by now, yet had decided not to for his own reasons.
Colad strained against the pressure that was being put onto his arm, at the same time as trying his hardest not to punch the giant in the mouth.
"You think you can live the high life?" The stranger taunted more, a smile appearing on his lips. "As Raven suffers?"
Colad twitched. Darn. He knew where this stranger was getting! And he didn't like it one bit.
"Left. Alone."
The giant leaned in, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of Colad's neck stand up on ends.
"To die."
Finally losing it, Colad leaped forward, his katana hand flying in all directions so fast, that even the giant couldn't keep up.
However, when the giant did catch up, his blood was sprawled all on his chest, and his hair was dark and dirty with the familiar stench of spit and blood mixed together to make a dark combination.
Picking the struggling lycanthrope up, the giant grinned.
"Well done Colad Quince. You have passed the test. You will become my new apprentice. The apprentice of Revan."
The lycanthrope looked up at him, a bored expression on his face.
"What if I don't want to be your stupid apprentice." He drawled, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
The giant chuckled darkly, before leering over. His eyes full of something that Colad did NOT like.
"Well, that's simple…" Revan dropped Colad back down on his feet. Before returning into his true form of pale skin, pale red eyes and dark charcoal hair. "You'll die…Again."
Colad's eyes turned bigger than saucepans at the answer, instead of screaming his head off and running off like a girl. His short answer was enough to tell the world, that he was really considering something.
"When do I get started boss?"
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Falling back onto his bed, Garfield looked up to see the frowning face of Colad Quince.
"Whoa! So where is your boss?" He exclaimed, jumping up off his bed and looking outside his window.
"You really are more annoying than I thought Gar." Colad answered, rolling his eyes as he sat on the end of Gar's bed.
"Hey!" Gar yelled back, jumping on his bed cross legged.
"Koriand'r knows that I'm alive." Colad sighed, knowing very well that this would grab the changeling's attention.
Gasping, Garfield tilted his head to his right to study the lycanthrope in front of him, mostly searching for areas that showed he was real.
"She came looking for you, you know? You could tell she'd been crying." Colad murmured, his head low, looking at the green duvets.
Garfield also looked down at his duvets, clutching them as he braced himself, although he knew that his guilt was making his body wrack with sobs.
"But! Enough of that…You don't need to know the details, not just yet. For now, I'm going to tell you everything about Harry Anderson." Colad spoke bluntly, putting his hand into the wound where he had been poisoned.
At first, Garfield was sure that he was going to pull his own guts out, yet that thought was thrown out of his mind as Colad produced what looked like an exact copy of an Orc cleaver - although it was a bit bloody, thanks to Colad.
"Uh, dude. That's gross." He said, his eyes full of repugnance at the Orc cleaver that was being handed to him.
In turn, he received a bright smile from Colad, who reached over to clean the Orc cleaver of it's bloody, by licking it off the blade and drinking his own blood.
"Dude…That's even more unpleasant." Gar muttered, his eyes never leaving the blood that was being taken off his sword by Colad's tongue.
When Colad finished, he looked up at his friend, crimson blood still smeared over his lips.
"As I was saying, Harry Anderson isn't a human being." He licked his lips, causing Garfield to shudder.
"Nope, he's no human. He's come from Revan's universe, you know. Kind of like the Underworld. Anyways, Harry Anderson may look like a human being in this world, but in mine and Revan's world - he's just another demon." Colad leaned up, his face closer to Garfield's.
"But not any old demon. A lucky one. You won't believe how many people in this world are actually demons! Demons thrive for lust, passion, greed, power, offspring and the need to become homo superiors. Of course, they never manage it. Apart from Harry Anderson of course, lucky bugger. He's a bloody millionaire! A mansion, a clever little son, a…girlfriend, servants and all the money he could ask for. That's why we need to ask you to do one thing for us, and it'll help get Starfire back too."
Garfield instantly shot up, his face eager and his eyes bright with a strange twinkle that confused Colad greatly.
"What? What?" He pleaded, his grasp on the duvet sheets tighter than ever before.
"Kill him."
"WHAT?"
Colad scowled at his old team mate, trying his hardest not to strangle the young man for just being a complete dork.
"You don't understand, it's for the sake of the world. Harry Anderson's has been planning it all since he was born!" Colad explained, his eyes narrowing to show that he was being serious.
"Dude! Why me? Why not you?" Gar protested, his eyes wide and unblinking. What the hell? The whole wide world's lives on HIS shoulders.
"If I knew that, I'd tell you. But, I don't. So if you don't mind…" He got up, handing the Orc cleaver to Gar.
Taking it in his hands, Garfield studied it for the first time and found it rather beautiful in an odd, but outstanding way.
The curve just at the top, making it a skilful but hard weapon to learn how to make use of, it's golden hilt - good for bashing people over the head when needed. Even the little specks of blood just added more to it being beautiful.
Colad snapped him out of his concentration.
"Yeah, yeah. It's a sword. Now get up. If you're going to learn how to use it, then we can't waste time."
Reluctantly, he got up from his bed, Orc cleaver in hand as he braced himself.
"Don't be a fool. We're going up the stairs to train on the roof."
After carrying themselves up the stairs, Garfield almost lost his arm as he blocked a manoeuvre from his right.
"Dude!" He cried out as another came to his left. "Wait!" He cried again, as the tip of a katana tried to jab him in the stomach.
"I don't understand! If he has a son, why isn't he complete? Can't they just have one thing?" He asked, waiting for the next attack patiently.
"Nah! Demons don't work like that. Sure he has a son, but he isn't a human son, not a son that he can manipulate. Demons are very proud creatures, never insult a demon child. The son is only for back up. That's why I'm going to kill the bugger." Colad enlightened him silently from the shadows.
"Back up for what? And how do you know all this stuff?" Garfield shouted, turning around in all directions to look for the sound of Colad's voice.
"Simple, back up for the end of the world. Once Harry's got a proper human son or daughter, he'll make them mate with demons, slowly creating an ever lasting army. That's if he doesn't decide to let some of his mates come over to this world." Colad started, checking his side wound to see that it was almost healed. "And again, the answer is simple. I've dated Raven. And thanks to Revan, I know too much about little Harry's life."
Garfield jumped as he felt something cold against the back of his green neck.
"You shouldn't let your guard down so easily Gar. You'll get yourself killed out there if you do." Colad whispered into his ear as he took the katana away from his neck.
Growling with frustration, Gar turned around - swinging his blade at Colad's, bringing Colad surprisingly down to the floor until Colad kicked him in the face, knocking him back.
Falling flat on his back, he lost his oxygen as Colad's foot pressed down on his muscled chest.
Grinning, Colad took his foot off him whilst offering him his hand in which he gradually took.
Panting, Gar looked up to see a smirking Colad who was scratching his chin and studying him.
Finally, he let go of his chin and spoke.
"Right, I see your problem. You aren't focusing properly."
"Yeah…What does that mean?" Gar asked, scratching his head and grinning stupidly at himself.
Grinding his teeth to get rid of the frustration building up inside of him, Colad exhaled deeply.
"It means. That you need to do meditating and sword practising against yourself every day. And I mean, EVERYDAY." Poking himself on the head, Colad continued to explain. "Just like Raven really. Apart from that you really need to concentrate. If you don't concentrate and let your anger get to you. You won't win a battle."
"Right. Now what?" Garfield asked, his one eyebrow raised.
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"Go meditate for the last time!" Colad yelled at Garfield's retreating back. "I'll be up here if you need me!"
Sighing as he watched the door close, Colad walked to the edge of the apartment, his eyes searching the streets.
He closed his eyes.
"This is bloody typical."
"Rae! Wait up girl! We've got to go catch Rich so we can go!"
"Hn. Okay. Let's go Vic."
Looking behind him, Colad smirked.
"I lied. I might not be here. Sorry Revan."
With that, he jumped off the apartment building into the alleyway bellow him.
(A/N: Colad's a bad boy :O Anyway, yay! You'll get to see Beast Boy kick ass with a Orc cleaver. Awesome! If your reading this. Please review It makes my day.)
