Chapter 1 (Prologue)
Hockey Masks and Ellimists
Author's Note: This is a crossover of the books series The Animorphs, the anime Dragon Ball Z, the band KoRn, another anime called Tenchi Muyo, and my own little twisted creations. (Some reference to the anime The Slayers may be made) Nick, Taryn, Rebecca, Cassandra, Malarie, Alexandra, and their world is all made by me (thought up in the darkest and sickest reaches of my mind, where no man dares tread) and all of them are based on real life people. The names of these people have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty, and the hungry. PLEASE! Don't bother trying to connect these people to an every day situation. You'll end up with severe brain damage. Trust me. Also, the prologue is mainly full of my creations, and you'll only see ONE character from all of the afore mentioned crossover ...type...things...yeah. Well, ONWARD! Off to my odd world of freakish writing!
Disclaimer: Uh oh, you're in for a LONG list...*sigh* Well, I'll try to get it in alphabetical order.... I don't own: The Animorphs, Dragon Ball Z, KoRn(I'd like to, though!), Tenchi Muyo(or any other Tenchi related things), The Slayers(Or The Slayers Next, or The Slayers Try), or any of the people or characters, or merchandise, or...well...you get the idea. I'm poor, and I don't own anything. (I do own...wait, no, I borrowed that) Oops. That list wasn't alphabetical, now was it?
Nick walked down one of the streets in his neighborhood, around 9PM. He had stayed at a friends house and was walking home. Nick was too busy thinking about Taryn and Rebecca to care about the noises around him. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice the rustles that came from the bushes, or the brief flash of light that could only belong to a flashlight that came from somewhere in front of him in the deep trench near the road. He was too careless that night, much too careless. A sudden flash of green caught his eye, but left too early for him to know if he were just seeing things. A shadow moved unnaturally, and without further warning, two dark figures jumped from the untrimmed juniper bushes that decorated someone's front yard.
One figure was wearing a white hockey mask, and had a neon green wig on. On top of the wig was a red and white striped Dr. Suess hat. It was wearing a pink sweater, blue gloves, purple jeans, and black tennis shoes. It held a wooden hockey stick. The other figure was slightly taller. It wore a Jester's mask, the face white and red-brown, smiling a terrifying smile. The person had a bright pink wig on under a large Santa hat. It wore a red and black dress, rainbow clown pants underneath, and high heeled white boots. It carried an umbrella.
The two mysterious people gave Nick little time to recognize them, because the one with the pink wig punched Nick in the stomach, while the green haired one grabbed him from behind. The green haired person held Nick while the pink haired person continued to punch him in the guts. He had been taken by surprise and had no time to block the blows, and after the first devastating punch had been delivered, he had to recover and had no time to fight back. He at last recovered and struggled to get out of the grip of the green haired person. He was stronger than at least one of them, and managed to wriggle from the grasp of his attacker.
Before he could retaliate, however, he was hit on the back of the head by the wooden hockey stick that the green haired person had been carrying. Pink hit him in the side of the face with an umbrella, and he was in a daze. He couldn't see strait, and his vision was blurry. One more blow from Green's stick and Pink's umbrella caused him to fall to the rain soaked ground. He could feel a tiny trickle of blood run from the back of his head. His face was pressed against the cold, wet asphalt. His nose felt broken, and he could feel it bleeding, too. Pink stepped on his back, and her heel dug into his spine. Green kicked him in the side. Pink hit him on the head once more, and Nick at last fell unconscious.
"Quick, go get Malarie. Tell her to help us drag Nick home." Cassandra said. She walked to the rose bush where she had hid her backpack and put her Jester mask inside. Incase Nick woke up and saw her face, she wore black face paint, with the lips painted red. She took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, too. She took her backpack with her. As she walked back to Nick's motionless body, she saw a beam of light from the trench. Alexandra pulled Malarie out, her green wig illuminated temporarily by Malarie's flashlight. Malarie quickly turned it off. Malarie didn't feel as great a need to hide who she was, because Nick and Rebecca had never met her before. She only wore green and purple face paint and a baseball cap.
Cassandra grabbed Nick's legs while Malarie grabbed his upper body. Alexandra helped Malarie. They walked down the street for about three houses, until they found the correct address. Cassandra let go as they placed his unconscious body onto the front porch. She gave Alexandra and Malarie a hand signal, which meant that they were to hide in the bushes. They hid on the sides of the house, and the second that Cassandra rang the doorbell she dove into the bushes in the shadows.
"Oh my god! Nick!" The mother's shrill cry told Cassandra that his body had been found. He wasn't dead, they couldn't kill him because of Rebecca's "love" for him. Cassandra didn't understand the pathetic human emotion. Fond memories are nice, but do little to fatten a wallet or fill a stomach, she thought as she watched the horrified woman carry her son's sleeping body inside the house. As soon as the door closed Cassandra joined Alexandra and Malarie on the sides of the house and they ran. It would take a few minutes for the police to arrive if she called them, and they had to get out of the area before they got there. They dashed through the backyard and hopped over the fence.
In minutes they were panting heavily and inside of Malarie's room. They were on the third floor of the house, which allowed them to peek out of the window. Cassandra was rubbing a wet cloth fiercely over her face, trying to get the paint off. Alexandra was wrapping the clothes she had been wearing in paper towels, then putting them into plastic garbage bags. Malarie had removed her face paint and was eating some pretzels.
"Those things are going to kill you one day." Cassandra said as the last bit of black paint rubbed off. Malarie almost choked on her pretzel.
"How?!" She asked. Cassandra smiled.
"You're so gullible. Always watching your health, ne?"
"Quit saying 'ne', it's getting on my nerves."
"No." Cassandra replied, and Malarie glared at her. Cassandra grabbed a small white garbage bag and headed to the bathroom to change. When she came out, she was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and rainbow socks. Alexandra had already changed into a blue sweater, black jeans, and regular socks. Malarie wore her ballet tights and leotard. Alexandra busied herself with cleaning the blood off of the hockey stick.
"This better wash out, or else their gonna kill me." Alexandra muttered, scrubbing at the red stains on the wooden stick. Cassandra had already cleaned her umbrella.
"Do you really think that was a good idea, beating up Nick?" Malarie said guiltily.
"He's a year older than us, and he's a guy. He'll live. I bet he won't even get a concussion. He's strong, a little too strong if you ask me." Alexandra said, at last getting the blood off.
"I know you're doubtful, but you won't be forever." Cassandra said, putting a reassuring hand on Malarie's shoulder.
"Doing that is gonna get us a place of higher power for sure." Alexandra said, taking some pretzels.
"And I'm sure they'll accept you, now." Cassandra told Malarie.
"That reminds me, how long has it been since we've contacted them?" Alexandra said after she swallowed the snacks.
"Contacted who?" A voice said. Malarie seemed to freeze with fear, but Cassandra looked up. Alexandra calmly continued chewing another handful of pretzels.
What Cassandra saw when she looked up scared her. Time had appeared to stop, because when she glanced out the window, the rain drops that had begun to fall were frozen. Malarie clutched Cassandra's hand. Perhaps their superiors were angry with them, and were here to terminate them.
"Cassandra...is this, is this who you told me about? The Guider?" Malarie whispered. An elderly man stood in the middle of the room, and he seemed to glow. Cassandra looked at the man carefully.
"No. The Guider looks really scary, and his voice sounds like a pile of dead leaves being crushed. The Guider has a staff too, cause he gives it to you. This guy ain't gonna guide your soul, Malarie." Cassandra said after only a moment of analysis.
"If he isn't the Guider, then who is he?" Malarie asked, still holding Cassandra's hand for protection.
"I am the Ellimist." He said. His voice echoed through the room.
"What do you want?" Alexandra asked insolently.
"Yes, do tell." Cassandra coaxed.
"I am here because your world is in danger." He told them.
"You're talking to the wrong people, Ellimist. Incase you haven't heard, we belong to The Shadow." Cassandra said and turned up her chin, showing him that she thought she was of a higher rank.
"Your evil is not the source of danger. Your world is about to become linked to several other dimensions. I came here to warn you."
"We care nothing about that. The more worlds we can take, the better." Cassandra sneered.
"But the evil that will invade your world will battle yours, and you may lose. Do you really want to become a slave to another evil?" He told her.
"You know, your really getting on my nerves." Cassandra snapped and rolled up her sleeve.
"Don't fight me." He said.
"Well, what can we do to stop the evil?" Malarie said shakily.
"If you agree, I will take you to the other dimensions, and you can wipe out the evil that exists there." Malarie began to nod her head, but stopped as Cassandra began to laugh.
"I see now. You want to use two of the most powerful demons on this world to wipe out your pathetic little problems elsewhere. I'm flattered." Cassandra smirked.
"That is one of my intentions, yes." Cassandra was surprised that he would admit that. She stopped laughing.
"I say we do it." Malarie said meekly.
"I'd love to. I haven't destroyed anything for almost a month. What do you think, Alex?" Cassandra agreed.
"I say we do it, but only if I get to blow up a city." Alexandra agreed at last.
"Very well. I will take you to the other dimensions in exactly twenty four of your hours. I suggest you tie up any loose ends, in case you don't make it back." Cassandra laughed again.
"We'll make it through this, old man. You can count on that."
Author's Note: Well, that's the end of Chapter 1/Prologue. Trust me, all of those unanswered questions will be answered in Chapter 2. Possible Questions are: Demons?! That the?! Shadow? What's the Shadow? What do those people look like? Who in the world is the Guider? What does macaroni have to do with this? Well, answers to all of those and more are coming soon to a theater near you (NOT!) And, I know this sound corny, but....Thank you for reading this. It's my first fanfic(Well, not really. Just the first one I've EVER posted on the internet) and I'm not even out of Intermediate school yet, so my writing isn't that good. Be nice, make those evil demons out there satisfied and review this!
Hockey Masks and Ellimists
Author's Note: This is a crossover of the books series The Animorphs, the anime Dragon Ball Z, the band KoRn, another anime called Tenchi Muyo, and my own little twisted creations. (Some reference to the anime The Slayers may be made) Nick, Taryn, Rebecca, Cassandra, Malarie, Alexandra, and their world is all made by me (thought up in the darkest and sickest reaches of my mind, where no man dares tread) and all of them are based on real life people. The names of these people have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty, and the hungry. PLEASE! Don't bother trying to connect these people to an every day situation. You'll end up with severe brain damage. Trust me. Also, the prologue is mainly full of my creations, and you'll only see ONE character from all of the afore mentioned crossover ...type...things...yeah. Well, ONWARD! Off to my odd world of freakish writing!
Disclaimer: Uh oh, you're in for a LONG list...*sigh* Well, I'll try to get it in alphabetical order.... I don't own: The Animorphs, Dragon Ball Z, KoRn(I'd like to, though!), Tenchi Muyo(or any other Tenchi related things), The Slayers(Or The Slayers Next, or The Slayers Try), or any of the people or characters, or merchandise, or...well...you get the idea. I'm poor, and I don't own anything. (I do own...wait, no, I borrowed that) Oops. That list wasn't alphabetical, now was it?
Nick walked down one of the streets in his neighborhood, around 9PM. He had stayed at a friends house and was walking home. Nick was too busy thinking about Taryn and Rebecca to care about the noises around him. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts to even notice the rustles that came from the bushes, or the brief flash of light that could only belong to a flashlight that came from somewhere in front of him in the deep trench near the road. He was too careless that night, much too careless. A sudden flash of green caught his eye, but left too early for him to know if he were just seeing things. A shadow moved unnaturally, and without further warning, two dark figures jumped from the untrimmed juniper bushes that decorated someone's front yard.
One figure was wearing a white hockey mask, and had a neon green wig on. On top of the wig was a red and white striped Dr. Suess hat. It was wearing a pink sweater, blue gloves, purple jeans, and black tennis shoes. It held a wooden hockey stick. The other figure was slightly taller. It wore a Jester's mask, the face white and red-brown, smiling a terrifying smile. The person had a bright pink wig on under a large Santa hat. It wore a red and black dress, rainbow clown pants underneath, and high heeled white boots. It carried an umbrella.
The two mysterious people gave Nick little time to recognize them, because the one with the pink wig punched Nick in the stomach, while the green haired one grabbed him from behind. The green haired person held Nick while the pink haired person continued to punch him in the guts. He had been taken by surprise and had no time to block the blows, and after the first devastating punch had been delivered, he had to recover and had no time to fight back. He at last recovered and struggled to get out of the grip of the green haired person. He was stronger than at least one of them, and managed to wriggle from the grasp of his attacker.
Before he could retaliate, however, he was hit on the back of the head by the wooden hockey stick that the green haired person had been carrying. Pink hit him in the side of the face with an umbrella, and he was in a daze. He couldn't see strait, and his vision was blurry. One more blow from Green's stick and Pink's umbrella caused him to fall to the rain soaked ground. He could feel a tiny trickle of blood run from the back of his head. His face was pressed against the cold, wet asphalt. His nose felt broken, and he could feel it bleeding, too. Pink stepped on his back, and her heel dug into his spine. Green kicked him in the side. Pink hit him on the head once more, and Nick at last fell unconscious.
"Quick, go get Malarie. Tell her to help us drag Nick home." Cassandra said. She walked to the rose bush where she had hid her backpack and put her Jester mask inside. Incase Nick woke up and saw her face, she wore black face paint, with the lips painted red. She took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, too. She took her backpack with her. As she walked back to Nick's motionless body, she saw a beam of light from the trench. Alexandra pulled Malarie out, her green wig illuminated temporarily by Malarie's flashlight. Malarie quickly turned it off. Malarie didn't feel as great a need to hide who she was, because Nick and Rebecca had never met her before. She only wore green and purple face paint and a baseball cap.
Cassandra grabbed Nick's legs while Malarie grabbed his upper body. Alexandra helped Malarie. They walked down the street for about three houses, until they found the correct address. Cassandra let go as they placed his unconscious body onto the front porch. She gave Alexandra and Malarie a hand signal, which meant that they were to hide in the bushes. They hid on the sides of the house, and the second that Cassandra rang the doorbell she dove into the bushes in the shadows.
"Oh my god! Nick!" The mother's shrill cry told Cassandra that his body had been found. He wasn't dead, they couldn't kill him because of Rebecca's "love" for him. Cassandra didn't understand the pathetic human emotion. Fond memories are nice, but do little to fatten a wallet or fill a stomach, she thought as she watched the horrified woman carry her son's sleeping body inside the house. As soon as the door closed Cassandra joined Alexandra and Malarie on the sides of the house and they ran. It would take a few minutes for the police to arrive if she called them, and they had to get out of the area before they got there. They dashed through the backyard and hopped over the fence.
In minutes they were panting heavily and inside of Malarie's room. They were on the third floor of the house, which allowed them to peek out of the window. Cassandra was rubbing a wet cloth fiercely over her face, trying to get the paint off. Alexandra was wrapping the clothes she had been wearing in paper towels, then putting them into plastic garbage bags. Malarie had removed her face paint and was eating some pretzels.
"Those things are going to kill you one day." Cassandra said as the last bit of black paint rubbed off. Malarie almost choked on her pretzel.
"How?!" She asked. Cassandra smiled.
"You're so gullible. Always watching your health, ne?"
"Quit saying 'ne', it's getting on my nerves."
"No." Cassandra replied, and Malarie glared at her. Cassandra grabbed a small white garbage bag and headed to the bathroom to change. When she came out, she was wearing a T-shirt, jeans, and rainbow socks. Alexandra had already changed into a blue sweater, black jeans, and regular socks. Malarie wore her ballet tights and leotard. Alexandra busied herself with cleaning the blood off of the hockey stick.
"This better wash out, or else their gonna kill me." Alexandra muttered, scrubbing at the red stains on the wooden stick. Cassandra had already cleaned her umbrella.
"Do you really think that was a good idea, beating up Nick?" Malarie said guiltily.
"He's a year older than us, and he's a guy. He'll live. I bet he won't even get a concussion. He's strong, a little too strong if you ask me." Alexandra said, at last getting the blood off.
"I know you're doubtful, but you won't be forever." Cassandra said, putting a reassuring hand on Malarie's shoulder.
"Doing that is gonna get us a place of higher power for sure." Alexandra said, taking some pretzels.
"And I'm sure they'll accept you, now." Cassandra told Malarie.
"That reminds me, how long has it been since we've contacted them?" Alexandra said after she swallowed the snacks.
"Contacted who?" A voice said. Malarie seemed to freeze with fear, but Cassandra looked up. Alexandra calmly continued chewing another handful of pretzels.
What Cassandra saw when she looked up scared her. Time had appeared to stop, because when she glanced out the window, the rain drops that had begun to fall were frozen. Malarie clutched Cassandra's hand. Perhaps their superiors were angry with them, and were here to terminate them.
"Cassandra...is this, is this who you told me about? The Guider?" Malarie whispered. An elderly man stood in the middle of the room, and he seemed to glow. Cassandra looked at the man carefully.
"No. The Guider looks really scary, and his voice sounds like a pile of dead leaves being crushed. The Guider has a staff too, cause he gives it to you. This guy ain't gonna guide your soul, Malarie." Cassandra said after only a moment of analysis.
"If he isn't the Guider, then who is he?" Malarie asked, still holding Cassandra's hand for protection.
"I am the Ellimist." He said. His voice echoed through the room.
"What do you want?" Alexandra asked insolently.
"Yes, do tell." Cassandra coaxed.
"I am here because your world is in danger." He told them.
"You're talking to the wrong people, Ellimist. Incase you haven't heard, we belong to The Shadow." Cassandra said and turned up her chin, showing him that she thought she was of a higher rank.
"Your evil is not the source of danger. Your world is about to become linked to several other dimensions. I came here to warn you."
"We care nothing about that. The more worlds we can take, the better." Cassandra sneered.
"But the evil that will invade your world will battle yours, and you may lose. Do you really want to become a slave to another evil?" He told her.
"You know, your really getting on my nerves." Cassandra snapped and rolled up her sleeve.
"Don't fight me." He said.
"Well, what can we do to stop the evil?" Malarie said shakily.
"If you agree, I will take you to the other dimensions, and you can wipe out the evil that exists there." Malarie began to nod her head, but stopped as Cassandra began to laugh.
"I see now. You want to use two of the most powerful demons on this world to wipe out your pathetic little problems elsewhere. I'm flattered." Cassandra smirked.
"That is one of my intentions, yes." Cassandra was surprised that he would admit that. She stopped laughing.
"I say we do it." Malarie said meekly.
"I'd love to. I haven't destroyed anything for almost a month. What do you think, Alex?" Cassandra agreed.
"I say we do it, but only if I get to blow up a city." Alexandra agreed at last.
"Very well. I will take you to the other dimensions in exactly twenty four of your hours. I suggest you tie up any loose ends, in case you don't make it back." Cassandra laughed again.
"We'll make it through this, old man. You can count on that."
Author's Note: Well, that's the end of Chapter 1/Prologue. Trust me, all of those unanswered questions will be answered in Chapter 2. Possible Questions are: Demons?! That the?! Shadow? What's the Shadow? What do those people look like? Who in the world is the Guider? What does macaroni have to do with this? Well, answers to all of those and more are coming soon to a theater near you (NOT!) And, I know this sound corny, but....Thank you for reading this. It's my first fanfic(Well, not really. Just the first one I've EVER posted on the internet) and I'm not even out of Intermediate school yet, so my writing isn't that good. Be nice, make those evil demons out there satisfied and review this!
