AND I'M BACK!
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Soundtrack:
1. The Dark and Endless Dalek Night: Doctor Who soundtrack
2. In Your Past: Sword Art Online soundtrack
3. Organization XIII: Kingdom Hearts 2.5 HD soundtrack
Act 7: Scene 1: Vengeance: Hatred Without Justice
Slithraa slithered determinedly into Talon's mansion. Flinging the massive doors to the side, a frightened servant jumped out of his chair.
"Your majesty, what are.." The servant began, however Slithraa barked an ordered at him before he could begin.
"Get me Talon, now!"
The servant gave him a hesitant nod of his head before running off into the mansion. A few moments later, Talon staggered out into the main entryway.
"Oh, your highness, your visits are a delight, but must they occur this late in the night?" Talon muttered.
"Talon, do you know any reliable members of the guard?" Slithraa inquired, ignoring Talon's comment.
"A few, why do you ask?" Talon replied.
"The time has come for justice for my father's killer," Slithraa stated, vehemently. Talon immediately snapped out of his drossy slumber.
"What? You know..how..who?" Talon sputtered.
"My father's spirit visited me this very night and told me the name of his killer, Oznog," Slithrra said.
"Oznog, but your greatness, he been such a good friend of mine surely he wouldn't kill the general," Talon said, before muttering. "Though that would explain…"
"Explain what?" Slithraa demanded.
"Oh nothing, sir," Talon replied, dismissively.
"Tell me," Slithraa growled, angrily.
"Please highness, don't make me tell…I told her I would never.." Talon pleaded.
"I said tell me!" Slithraa ordered. Talon let out a defeated breath.
"Before…before your mother married your father, she was courted by…Oznog," Talon admitted. Slithraa's eyes widened in shock. Now everything makes sense, he killer my father out of jealously.
"Gather any useful members of the guard you can," Slithraa commanded. "The time has come for my justice."
Alura lay wide awake in her bed. Letting out an annoyed huff, she looked at her wall. The various different papers that had once almost led her to discovering the identity of the Silver Guardian had been removed. Alura took them down when she returned home. Her parents had assumed Alura thought the Silver Guardian was dead, and Alura did not bother to correct them. If fact, Alra hardly felt like bothering to do anything at all. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes in a desperate attempt to sleep, but before she could drift into the realm of dreams, a loud crash startled her.
"What's going on?" She whispered, getting out of her bed. As she approached the door, more loud crashes emerged from downstairs.
"They're up here," Came an angry voice. Alura started backing away from the door, but a large spear suddenly jutted through the door. Her door then shattered to pieces as a bury guardsmen burst through. He glared at her for a moment before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her out of her room.
"What do you think you're doing?" Alura cried in panic as the guard practically dragged her down the stairs. Then she saw three other guards destroying her house. Windows were shattered, tables overthrown, and family heirlooms desecrated.
"Get your hands off me!" Came the voice of Oznog. Alura looked up to see her father and mother being dragged down the stairs by two other guards.
"Father!" She cried out before being practically thrown through the now broken front door. Momentarily dazed, Alura looked around and saw General Slithraa surrounded by a few other guardsmen. Is…is he here for me? Alura thought, thinking back to Slithraa's previous attempts at courting her. However, Slithraa seemed completely oblivious to her. Instead, he stared at Oznog with intense, burning fury. Slithraa pushed past Alura and came close to Oznog.
"What's the meaning of this?" Oznog demanded, only to be answered with a harsh punch to the chest.
"Silence traitor!" He spat.
"Traitor? What are you talking about?" Alura's mother objected.
"He is responsible for the death of my father, General Hypan, and now he will pay," Slithraa replied a disgusted tone in his voice.
"Are you insane!" Alura said, bewildered. "My father would nev…"
"Silence all of you!" Slithraa interrupted before turning back to Oznog, who was pulling himself off the ground. "Guards place him under arrest."
"What? Please, you can't!" Alura's mother objected.
"And as for you," Slithraa continued, rounding on Alura and her mother. "Henceforth, you are stripped of your noble ranking and all duties and privileges therefore of. Now you must make your living with the common people. So get from my sight before I arrest you as well."
Ebecard huffed an irritated sigh, looking around his store. He had been peacefully asleep in his bed on floor above, but of course some moron had decided to get in some late night shopping. Grumbling, he marched over to the front door which was currently shaking from all the knocking. Ebecard opened the door surprised when he saw who was knocking.
"Alura…what are you doing here at this hour?" Ebecard asked. Both Alura and her mother seemed broken, confused and desperate.
"I didn't know where else to go," She muttered.
Act 7 scene 2: Shattered Lives: The Epilogue of Brutality
Hydra sat lazily in a chair gazing across at Talon. Talon did not return his gaze, focusing on the chess board set between the two. His father made a motion to grab his queen, changed his mind and then moved a rook.
"So tell me," Hydra began while he took the rook with his bishop. "Why Oznog out of curiosity?"
"He's beloved by the common people, a loving husband and father, and a strong, hard worker, when Slithraa executes him, the people will go into a frenzy of fury," Talon replied simply.
"Hm, by the way, is it true what you said about Oznog and our late general's wife?" Hydra inquired.
"Every lie needs a bit of truth to be believed, my dear boy," Talon answered. Hydra however was more focused on Talon's words of fatherly affection more than anything else.
Namcha sat quietly in her make shift art studio. Business was slow today, so Namcha entertained herself by shechting nearby ice homes. Suddenly, a snake ran right in front of her and practically grabbed her by the neck.
"What happened?" He asked, his voice a mix of fury and desperation.
"I…I don't know what you're talking about?" Namcha replied hastily. It was at this point that Namcha recognized the snake as Cobra.
"Alura! What happened to her?" He elaborated.
"What are you talking about?" Namcha sputtered.
"I went to visit her, and when I got there the house was in ruins," Cobra replied, before turning to leave. He started walking out of the tent but Namcha grabbed him by the wrist.
"Wait, have you heard anything," Namcha began. "Please, she's my friend."
Cobra huffed a breath before replying.
"All that I've heard is a rumor spreading rapidly that Oznog was arrested under suspicion of murder."
"Murder? B..but he wouldn't hurt a fly. Who are they saying he killed?" Namcha asked.
"Our late general, Hypan," Cobra stated bluntly.
"That's absurd!" Namcha exclaimed.
"It's also irrelevant, what matters is finding Alura," Cobra said. Think, where would she go Namcha thought before an idea occurred to her.
"I..I think I have an idea," Namcha said.
"Then don't just stand there," Cobra urged.
Ebecard marched to his door intent on berating whoever was stupid enough to be knocking on the door at this time. He flung the door open to see two snakes, around Alura's age.
"Can't you read we're clo-" He began only to be interrupted by one of them.
"Is Alura here? Is she okay?"
Ebecard, taken aback, stared for a moment before asking.
"Are you her friends?"
The two nodded their heads and proceeded to introduce themselves. Ebecard walked over to a back door and softly opened it. Namcha and Cobra stared in to see Alura sitting on a bed. In her lap, Alura's mother lay sleeping, though it was hardly a peaceful sleep. She occasionally shuttered and tears ran from her eyes like a never-ending river. As for Alura herself, she simply sat, staring despondently at the wall. Her eyes were blood-shoot, as though the poor young snake had not sleep at all.
"Alura," Namcha whispered, softly. "It's me."
Alura looked up and stared at her friend as though she were a stranger. Then she muttered something barely audible.
"N..Na..Nam…cha, i..is that y..you?" Alura barely managed.
Namcha, overcome with pity, enveloped her friend in a hug. Cobra, overcome with fury, pulled out his knife and stabbed it into the wall growling,
"Those animals, they're no worse than humans!"
At that moment, Tanca walked in.
"Sorry, I'm late," Tanca said, hardly noticing the scene unfolding. "Romero was up all night practicing his violin. I barely got any sleep at.."
Tanca stopped mid-sentence as he stared at the sad gathering before him.
"What happened?"
Act 7 Scene 3: Lingering Mystery: The Figure in the Black Coat
Mezmo sat across from his friend Vergat at a local dinner. The two were discussing the recent arrest of Oznog.
"It's just absurd, I mean there had have been twenty people watching him at the time of the murder," Mezmo said.
"Yeah," Vergat replied before adding, "Do you want to know who I think did it? The black coat."
"Of course," Mezmo muttered. The legend of the 'Black Coat' had existed ever since the Hypnobrai tribe had been locked away. People had started seeing sightings of a figure wearing a black coat wandering about the tomb. Descriptions of the figure varied. Some said the figure was tall and muscular, others that he was skinny and much shorter. Some said that the figure walked with an air of sophistication; others that it walked with a detached gate of uncaring. Witnesses even disagreed on the gender of the figure.
"Hey, it's completely possible," Vergat argued.
"Just give it a rest. The 'Black Coat' is a myth, myths can't kill generals," Mezmo replied.
"Well if that Silver Guardian is real, why can't the 'Black Coat' be real?" Vergat counteracted.
"Because dozens of people have seen the Silver Guardian at the same time," Mezmo pointed out.
"Hmph, you just don't want to accept the possibility," Vergat replied.
Vergat rolled his eyes. Yes I don't want to accept the possibility because it doesn't exist.
Slithraa awoke to a loud crash. He looked around startled. Slowly slithering to the door, he peaked out and saw two guards lying on the floor. Slithraa pushed the door open slightly and leaned out. He saw, to his horror, that more guards lay defeated on the floor. There's someone in my palace! Slithraa thought in shock. He picked up a sword and started sneaking through the palace. As he went, he found more and more guards. Slithraa decided that he should prioritize his possessions and started for the royal treasury. Just as Slithraa turned the corner, a guard flew out of the room and crashed into the wall.
Then, a figure walked out of the room. The figure walked with a rather dignified gate and held in his hands the Crona Xeneral, the crown by which generals were appointed. But most disturbing about this figure was his appearance. He was clad in a black coat, with the hood hiding the face. Slithraa was speechless, he had always assumed the 'Black Coat' was an old wives tale.
"Ah, if it isn't the marionette king," The 'Black Coat' greeted with mock respect. He then turned and started to walk away.
"Wait, stop you thief," Slithraa ordered raising his sword.
"Haven't the time," The 'Black Coat' replied with indifference.
"You coward, turn and face me like a snake," Slithraa barked. The 'Black Coat' stopped and turned.
"A challenge then?" The figure asked, sounding more intrigued than anything. Slithraa raised his sword but the figure seemed disinterested.
"My apologies, but I'm rather late for an appointment," The figure replied. "Hm, I'm a veritable white rabbit,"
"Stop with the niceties and surrender to me, my property," Slithraa ordered.
"Then again, I suppose one game wouldn't hurt," The figure muttered.
"Are you even paying attention?" Slithraa growled. The 'Black Coat' then held out a coin.
"What say you to a gamble? Heads I make my date, tails, and you can try to stop me,"
Before Slithraa could reply, the figure flipped the coin into the air and caught it. The 'Black Coat' looked at the coin and gave a light chuckle.
"It appears that Lady Luck is on your side," The figure remarked. With that, a blackness seemed to emerge from the ground and surround the figure in an oval shape. When the blackness disappeared, so did the figure.
On top a distant roof top, the blackness reappeared in its oval shape. The blackness then faded entirely, leaving only the Black Coat.
"Luxord. You're late," Came a voice. The 'Black Coat' turned to see another figure wearing an identical black coat emerge from the shadows. This figure had his hood pulled back to reveal the face of a hyponbrai with an x-shaped scar in the middle of his face.
"Ah, apologies for my tardiness, but I was delayed by his royal highness," Luxord explained. He pulled back his hood to reveal a human face. Luxord had blue eyes and a blonde Cesare cut and goatee.
"That's irrelevant. Did you find the fragment?" Saïx asked. Luxord held up the Crona Xeneral. Then, with a small smile, he broke it in half. When he did so, one of the pieces began to float, becoming incased in a dark glow.
"Fragment number ten, as requested," Luxord replied, seeming pleased with himself. Saïx looked at it for a moment before asking.
"And what about the other project?"
"No luck on that regard," Luxord admitted. "I must admit, the old soldier has done a wonderful job of hiding it."
"Hm, very well then, I'll see to it personally," Saïx said, as he pulled up his hood. "Return the fragment to the castle."
Luxord nodded and opened a dark corridor. As he entered, he said.
"By the way, he has a new 'son'. He runs through them about as swiftly as he does soap bars."
Saïx stood for a moment pondering Luxord's words. So, he has a new son. That poor fool probably believes his 'father', perhaps I should pay him a visit.