disclaimer: all of you REALLY do look like smart people. do u really think
i own any of this??? do you???? well, i'm sure somebody, somewhere
does....so....I DON'T OWN JACK SHIT!!!...i think i'm gonna cry.....:*-(
a/n: wasn't my last chapter beautimous??? well, i reread it and it's not as good as i thought it was, but oh well!!!!!!!! i just finished reading a really good book....so i'm in a really mushy mood....sorry about that.....it's called Love and Other Four-Letter Words. It's sad all through it....but it's happy at the end!!!! and it's funny all the way through...u should read it. Ok....now i'm probably rambling.....i do that ofter.....i'll get on with my fanfic.....even though fewer peeps r REVIEWING!!! people NEED to REVIEW!!!!!! ok.....after this chapter i'm not doing another one until i get at LEAST five reviews. SO REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!!!! ok...nEways....on with my fanfic!!!!!!!
Chapter Six
Directly after leaving Serena's house, Stanton rented a room. Yes he rented a room in a cheap, shabby, flea-ridden motel. When he went to ask for a room for a week the clerk actually asked how many hours he wanted it for. He was so depressed he was only disgusted for a few minutes afterward. Though the first thing he did was wash the sheets. Over the next week, Stanton was in a daze, hardly ever leaving his tiny, dark, cramped little excuse for a room. He stewed there, only leaving to steal souls, and to eat just enough to keep himself from passing out. He never even met with the Atrox. The only reason he pulled himself out of bed (not to pack....he didn't have anything to pack, he had lived in the same stinking outfit for the whole of the week) that last day and left, instead of buying more time there, was that he had to meet with the team he had hired to spy on the Daughters.
He went back to his apartment and changed, as if he were in the dark, because he ended up with a pair of mismatched socks and his shirt on backwards. After the first few strange people on the sidewalk commented he finally changed, too tired to blast them and just make them go away. When he got to the abandoned warehouse they had chosen to meet at he had tripped over three cracks in the sidewalk, one tree root, and his own feet, twice. He had run into six people, and the occasional miscellanious item (a tree, mailbox, lamppost....ect.) He was in somewhat of a...well, we'll call it a mood.
One of them was a few minutes late.
It wasn't pleasant.
"Where the hell were you?!" he practically screamed, hurling an old, brittle board across the room so it smashed into thousands of tiny pieces a few inches away from the Follower Adam's face. "I'm having the worst (bleep)ing day of my life and you just decide to wait a while, take your time getting here right???" His face was turning approximately the color of a ripe plum. Adam's face was, well, it was much whiter. The other Followers were looking like they were very glad not to be Adam, or the board, for that matter.
"Well....I....er...." was Adam's reply.
"Just....just..." Stanton was at something of a loss for words he was so upset with....with....well he was pretty upset with the whole damn world. "Just get over there with the others, or you'll find yourself wondering why your head is no longer attatched to your neck!"
He got over there.
"All right, Kenneth, report," said Stanton, in a voice only a fraction lower then it had been.
"Well," he said, gulping, "the Daughter, Jimena, is getting premonitions more and more frequently. It is worrying her considerably. She seems to have absolutely no control over her power. It comes when it comes. I think this might mean that if we were to taint her power in some way, that she probably wouldn't even notice for a while. She has become more and more suspicious of the shadows, creeping around them during the night. Her power is strong, even though it comes as it will. She is very strong. Her only weakness seems to be the man, Collin, Serena's brother. She spends a few hours with him every day, often on the beach."
Stanton thought about this for a while. Suddenly, he felt like his old self again, fighting for the side of the dark, and strategizing against the enemy. This gave him comfort for a while, until he remembered who the enemy was. He suddenly wondered if Jimena's premonitions had anything to do with him and Serena. He put that thought out of his mind.
"Good, though if she is becoming suspicious of the shadows because of you, you will be terminated. We cannot risk her discovering you."
"Yes, sir."
"Alan," he said, and the amount of malice in his voice was not small, "report."
"Yes," he said, much braver now that there wasn't lumber flying through the air at his noggin, "the daughter, Catty, has been very hard to track down. She seems to be going back and forth in time at an amazing rate, obviously trying to figure something out. Something has been puzzling her, and she needs to check over and over again to solve the mystery. Her talks with the Daughter, Vanessa, lead me to believe that she is seeing signs of the things that the Daughter, Jimena sees. They think they have found a link in the Atrox, that will either make it crumble, or thrive." At this point he was a bit shaky, he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news after that little outburst. "On the bright side, she seems to be increasingly worn out from her travels, often sleeping half of a day away."
"Fine, Alan. And since you displeased me so this morning I am appointing Kenneth to the task of finding this link." Stanton's voice was calm, but his heart was beating like a drum. What in the world could the Daghters have found? Was it that the Prince of Darkness was becoming weak? He really didn't want to be a link that could make or break the Atrox. Though this did make him feel strangely more connected to Serena, since she was the key.
"Timmy, report." Timmy had been a faithful Follower since the time he had first started dealing with this batch of Daughters. He didn't like Timmy very much.
"Yes," he said oily. Stanton didn't like the idea that Timmy had been watching his Serena's every move. "The Daughter, Serena, has become increasingly distressed over the past weeks. She has been very hard to hide from, because she keeps peering into the shadows, looking for something." Timmy looked at Stanton with a great deal of suspicion in his eyes. "Particularly this last week she has holed herself up in her room. She hardly ever goes and sees the other Daughters. She is constantly probing with her mind, trying to find something, or someone, that she can't see."
Although it was rather wrong, his heart jumped for joy at this notion. Serena missed him! She was looking for him! This was the greatest news he had ever heard!
"Well, Timmy," he said, "You're obviously not concealing yourself well enough. I am highly dissapointed. Now, Samuel. Tell me about Vanessa."
"Well, Sir, Vanessa is very frustrating. Half the time you can't even see her! And when she dissapears I have no idea where she went, so when she reappears, i still have no idea where she is. But she seems to be spending most of her time with Catty, trying to get her to rest."
"Samuel," said Stanton, "I'm going to have to fins someone much more competent than you to take on this job. As a matter of fact, I think I'll take it myself."
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a/n: there we are...a perfectly good chapter!!! the violence was for leslie....it's an early birthday present, since it's hard to give a person a present when they're in....where leslie lives. but nEway....REVIEW!!!!!! i'm not writing any more until i have five more reviews....so REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! i need to get to twenty one people!!!
a/n: wasn't my last chapter beautimous??? well, i reread it and it's not as good as i thought it was, but oh well!!!!!!!! i just finished reading a really good book....so i'm in a really mushy mood....sorry about that.....it's called Love and Other Four-Letter Words. It's sad all through it....but it's happy at the end!!!! and it's funny all the way through...u should read it. Ok....now i'm probably rambling.....i do that ofter.....i'll get on with my fanfic.....even though fewer peeps r REVIEWING!!! people NEED to REVIEW!!!!!! ok.....after this chapter i'm not doing another one until i get at LEAST five reviews. SO REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!!!!! ok...nEways....on with my fanfic!!!!!!!
Chapter Six
Directly after leaving Serena's house, Stanton rented a room. Yes he rented a room in a cheap, shabby, flea-ridden motel. When he went to ask for a room for a week the clerk actually asked how many hours he wanted it for. He was so depressed he was only disgusted for a few minutes afterward. Though the first thing he did was wash the sheets. Over the next week, Stanton was in a daze, hardly ever leaving his tiny, dark, cramped little excuse for a room. He stewed there, only leaving to steal souls, and to eat just enough to keep himself from passing out. He never even met with the Atrox. The only reason he pulled himself out of bed (not to pack....he didn't have anything to pack, he had lived in the same stinking outfit for the whole of the week) that last day and left, instead of buying more time there, was that he had to meet with the team he had hired to spy on the Daughters.
He went back to his apartment and changed, as if he were in the dark, because he ended up with a pair of mismatched socks and his shirt on backwards. After the first few strange people on the sidewalk commented he finally changed, too tired to blast them and just make them go away. When he got to the abandoned warehouse they had chosen to meet at he had tripped over three cracks in the sidewalk, one tree root, and his own feet, twice. He had run into six people, and the occasional miscellanious item (a tree, mailbox, lamppost....ect.) He was in somewhat of a...well, we'll call it a mood.
One of them was a few minutes late.
It wasn't pleasant.
"Where the hell were you?!" he practically screamed, hurling an old, brittle board across the room so it smashed into thousands of tiny pieces a few inches away from the Follower Adam's face. "I'm having the worst (bleep)ing day of my life and you just decide to wait a while, take your time getting here right???" His face was turning approximately the color of a ripe plum. Adam's face was, well, it was much whiter. The other Followers were looking like they were very glad not to be Adam, or the board, for that matter.
"Well....I....er...." was Adam's reply.
"Just....just..." Stanton was at something of a loss for words he was so upset with....with....well he was pretty upset with the whole damn world. "Just get over there with the others, or you'll find yourself wondering why your head is no longer attatched to your neck!"
He got over there.
"All right, Kenneth, report," said Stanton, in a voice only a fraction lower then it had been.
"Well," he said, gulping, "the Daughter, Jimena, is getting premonitions more and more frequently. It is worrying her considerably. She seems to have absolutely no control over her power. It comes when it comes. I think this might mean that if we were to taint her power in some way, that she probably wouldn't even notice for a while. She has become more and more suspicious of the shadows, creeping around them during the night. Her power is strong, even though it comes as it will. She is very strong. Her only weakness seems to be the man, Collin, Serena's brother. She spends a few hours with him every day, often on the beach."
Stanton thought about this for a while. Suddenly, he felt like his old self again, fighting for the side of the dark, and strategizing against the enemy. This gave him comfort for a while, until he remembered who the enemy was. He suddenly wondered if Jimena's premonitions had anything to do with him and Serena. He put that thought out of his mind.
"Good, though if she is becoming suspicious of the shadows because of you, you will be terminated. We cannot risk her discovering you."
"Yes, sir."
"Alan," he said, and the amount of malice in his voice was not small, "report."
"Yes," he said, much braver now that there wasn't lumber flying through the air at his noggin, "the daughter, Catty, has been very hard to track down. She seems to be going back and forth in time at an amazing rate, obviously trying to figure something out. Something has been puzzling her, and she needs to check over and over again to solve the mystery. Her talks with the Daughter, Vanessa, lead me to believe that she is seeing signs of the things that the Daughter, Jimena sees. They think they have found a link in the Atrox, that will either make it crumble, or thrive." At this point he was a bit shaky, he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news after that little outburst. "On the bright side, she seems to be increasingly worn out from her travels, often sleeping half of a day away."
"Fine, Alan. And since you displeased me so this morning I am appointing Kenneth to the task of finding this link." Stanton's voice was calm, but his heart was beating like a drum. What in the world could the Daghters have found? Was it that the Prince of Darkness was becoming weak? He really didn't want to be a link that could make or break the Atrox. Though this did make him feel strangely more connected to Serena, since she was the key.
"Timmy, report." Timmy had been a faithful Follower since the time he had first started dealing with this batch of Daughters. He didn't like Timmy very much.
"Yes," he said oily. Stanton didn't like the idea that Timmy had been watching his Serena's every move. "The Daughter, Serena, has become increasingly distressed over the past weeks. She has been very hard to hide from, because she keeps peering into the shadows, looking for something." Timmy looked at Stanton with a great deal of suspicion in his eyes. "Particularly this last week she has holed herself up in her room. She hardly ever goes and sees the other Daughters. She is constantly probing with her mind, trying to find something, or someone, that she can't see."
Although it was rather wrong, his heart jumped for joy at this notion. Serena missed him! She was looking for him! This was the greatest news he had ever heard!
"Well, Timmy," he said, "You're obviously not concealing yourself well enough. I am highly dissapointed. Now, Samuel. Tell me about Vanessa."
"Well, Sir, Vanessa is very frustrating. Half the time you can't even see her! And when she dissapears I have no idea where she went, so when she reappears, i still have no idea where she is. But she seems to be spending most of her time with Catty, trying to get her to rest."
"Samuel," said Stanton, "I'm going to have to fins someone much more competent than you to take on this job. As a matter of fact, I think I'll take it myself."
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a/n: there we are...a perfectly good chapter!!! the violence was for leslie....it's an early birthday present, since it's hard to give a person a present when they're in....where leslie lives. but nEway....REVIEW!!!!!! i'm not writing any more until i have five more reviews....so REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! i need to get to twenty one people!!!
