The Last Amazons

By Dixxy

Chapter Ten: Damion's Plan

(Sage)

There must have been some sort of a knock-out drug on that cloth (probably a form of chloroform), because I distinctly remember waking up sometime later with one mother of a hang-over. My head hurt, it felt like my stomach was filled with vinegar, baking soda, and milk, and I didn't know where I was, which scared me. Who could possibly want to kidnap my that badly other than the Dynasty? And the Dynasty wouldn't waste their time with chloroform or make it so. . . subtle. Besides, they couldn't have finished licking their wounds from the last bout. They couldn't have!

I tried to move one of my arms and regretted it. It was banged up really badly for some reason, as were both of my legs. They had to have been broken, but how did they break? WHY did they break? My kidnapper must've done this. . . but why would someone want to go after me like. . . this?

I opened my eyes and saw I was curled up in some sort of a dog cage. It was large, probably meant for a Saint Bernard or a Great Dane, the smell from its last occupant was adding to that sick-to-my-stomach feeling. Making matters worse, the cage was in a creepy, candlelit factory, probably abandoned (all of the machines were rusty and covered with dust).

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to make some sort of sense of what was going on, but I wasn't coming out with anything solid. My head was still a little bit cloudy and I wasn't at my peak. I moaned, a sudden pain attack striking my head. "Where am I?" I finally asked.

"Welcome to your doom, Flitteree," an Australian voice answered. But, it wasn't Sam's or Ella's, and that made me nervous. If it was one of their voices, then maybe it was some sort of a sick joke they were playing? No, that wouldn't be how they'd do it. But it wasn't one of them. "I'm. . . sorry. . . I had to break your legs, but, I don't want you running away."

I looked around. I saw a shadowy figure standing off the side, his features so un-definable I could hardly tell if it was a man or a woman. I was pretty sure it was a guy, but. . . well, some women have deep voices. Like this one teacher I had who had a mustache-

Never mind. Not important.

"Who are you?" I asked my kidnapper. Then, my eyes widened as I realized something very important. He hadn't just called me boy or something like that. He'd called me. . . Flitteree. This man knew who and what I was! "Wait, how did you know I'm a Flitteree? How do you even know what a Flitteree IS!?"

My captor came into view. He was a tall, tanned man with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He looked like Fabio, only evil. Yes, my captor was evil Fabio. Possessed Fabio. Fabio from Hell. "Although it won't matter once I've killed you, I'll tell you," he said, kneeling down in front of my cage. I tried to back away from where he was. He chuckled at my fear. "My name is Damion, first and foremost. You may have heard of me from my little girl."

The last sentence nearly dumbfounded me. What did he mean about his little girl? Slowly, it dawned on me. My eyes widened in surprise. "You're. . . Sam's father?!" I asked. Damion nodded. My chin dropped. It just COULDN'T be her father! "But that's impossible! You're supposed to be dead!"

"Ah, maybe I should be. That's what the records say by now, right? But, you see, I can fake dead really well, so when no one was looking, I just got up and walked away," he said, smiling smugly. "Lovely little deception, don't you think? No one has suspected a thing for ten years."

"The police must've checked for breathing and a pulse before they declared you dead," I said. "No one can fake a stopped pulse and stop breathing for a long time. You CAN'T be alive. You're just some sort of a sick look-alike with a weird hobby." But he knows about the Flitteree. . . this isn't making any sense!

Damion burst out laughing. "Haven't you figured it out yet?" he said, walking towards my cage with his hands in his pockets. He looked at me through the bars of my cage, chuckling to himself as he did. "Every Flitteree should shrink back in fear if they knew THAT much information."

I blinked at him in confusion. "I don't understand," I said. "Why-" Suddenly, it hit me. I thought back to a few days earlier, at the last meeting we'd had. Anubis and Cara had talked about a Dynasty civilization that had incredible powers, one of which was the ability to stop their own heartbeats and breathing to make it appear as if they were dead. The Amazons. And the Amazons HATED Flitteree.

Damion was an Amazon.

And I was trapped like a rat by a psychotic killer from a race I was practically a sworn enemy with. My brain was running a mile an hour, my palms were sweaty, and I was really close to peeing my pants. I was THAT scared. Yes, I had my powers as a Ronin Warrior, but I was hurt and still kind of nauseous. I couldn't fight like that! "So, you've finally figured it out, kid?"

"You're an Amazon?! But that. . . but how. . . they were all killed. . ."

Damion laughed. "Since you seem so interested, I'll explain to you exactly why I'm here," he said. "It all started over thirty years ago when my parents escaped from their village, enlightened by the destruction. They, for some reason, were not driven to take revenge on Talpa. They were driven to get away from him and start life anew. To be peaceful. Kind, considerate. It makes me sick."

So, two Amazons got a dope slap and figured out "My race is evil. Evil is bad. Let's be good!" Big deal. But Damion kind of had a captive audience, so I was going to have to sit through this story for who knew how long. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to go on.

"Well, they were just kids when they escaped to Australia. Took on new names, learned the language, and when they got older, they got married. Amazons are supposed to just have kids- love and marriage aren't supposed to be part of it! But, they did, those disgraces."

"Then they eventually had you and Ella," I concluded.

"Exactly. My parents were able to convince my sister of the good morals they had earned. But my instinct as an Amazon was strong. I held through against their teaching for eighteen long years. Then, I eventually did learn something useful from them," he said, rubbing his hands together. He laughed smugly.

"What did you find?" I asked.

"My mother's diary. In there, I learned what I was. I learned I was. . . super human. And I learned about several powers that the Amazon people had. I was amazed by these powers! I could do anything I wanted to with them!" said Damion, excitement in his eyes. Then, they narrowed again. "But then I grew angry. My parents had not told me of this heritage? Then, they must be destroyed."

By blood went cold. "You killed your own parents?"

Damion shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "They were useless, anyways," he said. "My sister never had any idea I had killed them. I wanted to kill her, but then I realized any children she might have would be at least half blooded Amazons that I could teach. When was when I realized my destiny."

I realized what he was talking about, too. "You were going to have children and make them as violent as you were," I concluded. "That way you could try to revive your race and either take bake the Nether Realm or take this realm. You were after power, weren't you?"

"Smart Flitteree, once you get the ball rolling. So I married some Japanese orphan girl and a year later, my little Samantha was born," he said. He smiled. "Ever since she was a baby she had a strong grip. For a half blood, she had a firm grip on her abilities. But, as time went on, she began to forget them. Sam was like any other little girl- into dolls, stuffed animals, tea parties- you know, little girl stuff. She was heading down the wrong path. I realized that I had to awaken her to her powers, so awaken that killer instinct. I killed her mother-"

"-while she was watching," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. You sick ass hole. You don't deserve to live. "But then you got arrested after Ella saved Sam and tried to save her mother, faked your own death, and went to whatever rat hole you've been hiding in."

"I've been around, thank you very much," said Damion.

"You ruined your daughter's life, Damion," I said. "If you awoke any Amazon instincts, they were directed at men and ONLY men. She's afraid of them. For crying out loud she can't even sit down to watch a game of baseball without freaking out! The only thing you did was ruin her view of the opposite sex."

"Then why'd she date you?" asked Damion.

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I gave him a few moments of silence before I decided apon my answer. "Because I showed her that not all men were out to kill her," I said. "I was raised by a normal human family. I told her about them and she got a better idea at what family life is like. She trusts me. And I know she'll never trust you."

"But I'm her father," said Damion, slamming his foot into the ground. He did not seem pleased with what I was saying, even if it WAS the truth. He didn't want to admit to it, but year, he'd pretty much ruined Sam's whole life. "Of course she'll trust me. She'll obey me in my quest for world domination."

"Is that ALL you Nether Realm psychopaths think about?" I asked dryly.

Damion shrugged. "Nope, there have been a few celebrities that have come out of the Dynasty. Like Macy Gray and Marilyn Manson. They're both Dynasty demons who came here to fill the world with either bad music or weird music sung by really weird people," he said (Dixxy's Note: I told you I didn't like Macy Gray. . .).

Somehow, that made sense, but my newfound knowledge of Macy Gray and Marilyn Manson's origin was immaterial to the situation at hand. I shook the thought out of my head. "It doesn't matter if you're Sam's father," I said. "She hates you. You killed her mother. You scared Ella into leaving the country with Sam. She was five- she went through too much for a five year old to handle."

"She's half Amazon, she could have handled it if my damned sister hadn't interfered," said Damion. He fumed. "I would've explained her heritage to her that night. Together, we would've been all powerful. This would have already been under our thumb. Amazons can handle that. Even half-Amazons."

"She's also half human!" I said. I was getting mad. "She's not all Amazon like you are! She may have some of an Amazon's strengths and abilities, but she's got human morals and a human heart, and I know it! I've seen it for myself! No matter what she may have inherited from you, she's not like you."

Damion snarled. "I will convince her of what she needs to do, Flitteree. You'll see," he said, clenching his fists. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn her love and her obedience. Even if I have to beat it into her, she will obey me and she will help me to take control of this world."

"Love can't be earned that easily," I said. "Especially with Sam."

Sam's father was beginning to get impatient with me. "But I'm her flesh and blood. It was me who created her and me who should be with her. You, on the other hand, are of a foolish, pansy race who believe in things like peace and love. You're her sworn enemy."

"No I'm not!" I said. "Sam's not like other Amazons. She doesn't even KNOW she's an Amazon! She thinks she's a human, and if she ever learns about her powers, then she certainly won't use them to help you take over the world. If anything she'd used them to protect this world from scum like you!"

Damion looked ready to make another argument, but that was when we heard a very loud, very obvious squeaking of a door. We both looked in the direction of the door and saw a very stunned Sam. Although I couldn't see his face, I knew he must have been smiling some sort of a sick and sadistic grin at his only daughter.

"Samantha, my little girl, c'mere and give your old man a hug!" said Damion, holding his arms open wide, as if expecting Sam to run into them. Instead, she stayed put. "Sammy, sweetie, c'mon. It's me, Daddy! You haven't seen me for years. Aren't you glad to see me?"

Sam stared at her father in disbelief before narrowing her eyes. "No. Let him go."

"Sweet heart, he's not like us-"

"I'm not like you!" said Sam. She started to step forward. "I know what I am- Ella and I found the diary. I know I'm half Amazon. But I'm also half human. I'm not an Amazon- I'm a hybrid. I don't have all the Amazon instincts that you do. And I don't have their evil intentions, either!"

Damion laughed. "Oh, they're there, Sam. I've been watching you these past ten years. Every fight you've ever gotten into is pure Amazon instinct. Every time that you've put down someone because of their gender or something else, there it is. Every strength you have is from being part of the Amazon race. Don't you get it? You're Amazon through and through."

"No it's not!" said Sam. She clenched her fists, pulling one to her hips and the thrusting the other slightly out as her face twisted into one of pure anger and a pure sense of determination. "I'm not an Amazon. I am one of the five Ronin Senshi and I get my power from my heart!"

While I couldn't see his face, I can imagine the shock and surprise on his face. He must have had SOME knowledge of the Ronin armors, and now that he knew his child was one of them. . . "You're involved with Flitterees AND Ronin Rodents?!" Sam's father looked beyond infuriated at that point.

"That's right," said Sam, taking out her armor orbe. "Halo of the Senshi, TAO CHI!" In a bright green flash of light, cherry blossoms, and other cheap special effects, Sam stood in her subarmor, taking a fighting pose infront of her father. "I'm not going to let you hurt Sage or the Mortal World!"

Damion stood up. "Then you are no longer my daughter if you choose to side with the Ronin Senshi. You will see. They, the Ronin Warriors, and the Ancient One himself will fall at my hands, with or without you at my side. You will either stand beside me, or I shall be forced to kill you."

"Then let's fight. To the death."

~

Let's see what you guys have asked me this time around. . .

Winter: RSL was taken off my site for many, many reasons. One of the main reasons is because I'm tweaking with the plot line. If you read the original version of this story, you know that Sam and Sage ended up hooking up. In this version, they don't- they're just good friends and will probably remain that way. In The Armor of the Soul, Sage revealed his adoption by the Dates in chapter fifty-five, and it isn't revealed until chapter fifty-eight in this version. There will also be some other minute changes in future stories (ESPECIALLY in Dragonia and Oh, Lucky Me!) that should enhance the storyline. As soon as I have everything up to Dark Chocolate, White Diamonds redone, I should start re-posting it, though I might go back to revise Consequences of Capture again.

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~Dixxy