~Shadow~Singer~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Seven
Part of Shadow was being torn into shreds of agony. Why? She didn't
know. She blamed it on that she had looked so long for an adversary,
and this would surely kill him...
No! she told herself. You said so yourself, and you heard him think
it; your greatest enemy is always yourself. By possessing him, we
truly will be ultimate adversaries!
But this was killing him...
What did she care? The other part of Shadow was estatic; she was
fulfilling her Creator's dream! To hurt all those that had ever hurt
her... Rache, the one whom had betrayed Shadow's Mistress, the
Sorceress, in the first place was long dead. But this boy...this
warrior whom unwillingly held her in his arms as she fought to join
their blood, he had destroyed the any chance Shadow had of resurecting
the Sorceress's beloved daughter, Shadow's only friend...
He would pay.
"Shadow!" Cynthia, Talia's daughter in every way, called to her in
her mind. They shared a body, Cynthia and Shadow, and could always
hear each other, no matter who was currently in control of that body.
"Shadow, please!" Cynthia pleaded. "He didn't know! He only does what
he does to protect those he loves!"
"He killed what was left of your mother, Cynthia," Shadow said harshly
to the girl. "And in affect killed your mother. Don't you want
revenge?"
"I...I..." Cynthia had no answer. She did want revenge, but she wanted
Terry to live more than she wanted revenge. Or at least she had thought
she did...
"Shadow, stop!" Cynthia suddenly commanded. For a split moment, Shadow,
and all her evil workings within Batman's body froze.
"If you want revenge you should get it from my fa...Mr. McCain. HE'S
the one who drove my mother away. If he hadn'ted, Grandfather Rache
would never have been able to force mama into letting him possess her
body! Never! It's him we want, him and that Darla!"
Shadow began thinking. Was Cynthia right?
"Of course I'm right!" Cynthia stated, her voice still pleading.
Shadow's attention snapped back to Terry; her control over him was
beginning to wane... If she was going to possess him, she had to do it
now. Enough of her blood was in his veins to do it.
'Don't...don't even th-think about it...' Shadow's eyes widened as she
heard Batman's -or Terry, as Cynthia knew him- voice in her mind. Of
course...with her blood eternally in his veins, he had acquired her
ability of telepathy...
"I have no choice, now, Cynthia," Shadow told her counterpart.
Cynthia's mind cried out.
'If she joins with Batman," Cynthia thought frantically. "She'll be
unstoppable...and no one will be able to stop her...the city will be
destroyed... The only person I want to suffer for all eternity is
that lowdown, no good bastard who calls himself my father!"
"Is that all you want?" Shadow snapped to the girl whose body she was
in control of. Cynthia looked at Shadow with her mind's eye.
"It's all I want for now," Cynthia said softly. Shadow, in the physical
world, looked up at the face of the struggling Dark Knight. She knew
right then that he'd fight her to the end of time. With her blood in
his body, tying them together, giving him one of her gifts, he would
be an even greater adversary. An even greater opponant in the eternal
chess game that was good and evil. Granted, it would have been even
more intense had they shared the same body, but yet it would loose some
of it's traditional appeal...
"Very well," Shadow whispered out loud. Now that she was focusing more
on the real realm, she now faintly noted two other presences on the
rooftop. An old man...but by no means weak or helpless. A ruby haired
young woman...
"Let...me...go..." Batman hissed vehemently. Shadow could tell he
didn't realize he still had his arms around Shadow in what could have
appeared to be a lover's embrace, had it not been so tense and hostile.
It wasn't apparent if he had 'heard' the exchange between Cynthia and
Shadow. Either way, it didn't matter, she knew.
"As you wish, my knight," Shadow whispered, closed her eyes, and began
to relinquish her hold on the mind of the one known as Batman... But
not before claiming a little compensation...
Just before Terry was completely free, he felt Shadow- *in his arms???*
He felt her rise on on the balls of her feet and...oh, good lord...kiss
him full on the mouth.
Something snapped, and it only took Terry a moment to realize that
what had snapped was Shadow's control over him... Just as quickly he
realized he now had complete control over his limbs and mind and
body once more...
So why was he not violently pulling away, tying cable cords around her,
and shipping her off to that island where they kept loony villains?
Terry's mind drifted...he thought of everything and nothing, yet all
those thoughts that filtered in and out of his mind centered around one
thing; the lithe villainess in his arms, her arms around his neck, her
hair tumbling around them both, and her mouth...
God, those little lips of hers...
Damnit, why couldn't he pull away??? She had no control over him
anymore... Did she?
Uh-oh...
Terry would have heard her giggle in his mind, had both their minds not
been in such turmoil. Terry found himself kissing her back, hard,
grabbing fistfulls of her hair and twining his hands around the fine
strands. She clung to him like he was her last lifeline to life.
Only the need for air finally tore then apart, Terry's hand still
engangled in Shadow's hair at the base of her skull, at the back of
her neck, his other secure around her slip of a waist.
"Why did you let me go?" Terry's voice was low and hoarse. Shadow tried
to force an innocent, impish grin, but only succeeded in a small,
gentle smile.
"What is a villainess without her always interfering knight?" She said
softly. "Plus, Cynthia was correct. You are not the one responsible for
my Mistress's daughter's death. Neither is your mentor; he was only
doing what HE was created to do. I cannot blame him or you for that."
Terry glanced out of the corner of his eye as he heard rapid footsteps
racing towards them across the rooftop. Max and Bruce Wayne -that guy
could run when he wanted!- were racing towards them, getting nearer
every second.
"The time for me to leave your side has come, my knight," Shadow
said softly. She reached up and stroked his cheek, and pulled out of
his grasp. She stepped away, her eyes never leaving his. On impluse
she stepped forward again and caught his mouth once more with hers,
briefly, but firmly, and then she was gone, racing away. Her wings
flared into existence in a whirl of smoke, and she was gone, up into
the night sky.
Terry stared after her, even until Max reached his side, demanding to
know what had happened. Bruce wasn't far behind, and although breathing
heavier than he would have at one time, his glare was no less intense.
For once, Terry didn't notice either. He looked down at his inner
forearm, and for some reason wasn't at all surprised to see the five
point crisscross star healed, only a scar. He looked down at his feet
to see the daggar responsible for the scars there. He knelt and
picked it up. The moment he touched it, it became a medallion, made of
a metal as black as night. It was a circle, with a starburst in the
center. The points of the star were the only things touching the
circle. At the stop where the point touched the circle there was the
deepest of dark sapphires. In the center of the star there was the
blackest black diamond Terry had ever seen.
Through a metal loop on the edge of the cirlce there was a fine silk
cord. Terry knew better than to put on the medallion before having it
tested, but he clutched it tight nonetheless as he turned his gaze
back up towards the sky.
"McGinnis!" Bruce's harsh bark finally cut through Terry's reverie, and
he looked him stonily.
"Terry..." Max touched his arm. "Terry, what happened? I tried to
follow you when you left the diner, but..." She saw the expression on
her best friend's face, and held up a hand at Bruce, cutting off his
lecture. Had Terry been completely attentive, he would have been
surprised; no one hushed Bruce Wayne.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school, Max," Was all Terry said after a
moment. Withough waiting for a reply, he ran towards the edge of the
roof, flared his gliders, ignited his boosters, and soared into the
sky.
As he flew towards home, he could have sworn it wasn't his imagination
when a whisper of a promise drifted through his mind...
'*This is far from over, my knight...*'
'*It most certainly is, Shadow,*' Terry found himself agreeing,
thinking the thought as if he was speaking it to someone right next to
him. He smiled grimly.
"It most definately isn't over..."
The End.
For Now.
Ta da!!!!! Okay, I might put up a short epilogue, soon, but not till
I'm well on my well with the fic I want/need to write.
Sorry it took so long to get this out! As I said, I DO have somewhere
I want to take this story, but not till I fulfill previously made
obligations. This story is more of a prologue to another, deeper, more
intense story that I have in mind.
Once again, this entire story is dedicated to Smack45, whom without
this fic would have been dead in the water several chapters ago. Also
thanks to:
Raven: As always, my beloved, my better half, the one who keeps me
going.
Rose-chan: My sister in Christ, my best friend, my favorite person to
be around.
Empress Yue: *hugglez* Thankies!!!!! One of my best supporters! Thanks
for sticking with me!
Andie: FINISH 'Batman's REAL?' ALREADY!!!!!! *halo* But besides that,
thanks for your encouraging reviews! They really gave me a boost!
And last but not least, my muses, Athena and Makura. *hugglez both*
This story wouldn't exist without them!
Untile next time, minna-chans!
Smile More, Dream Always,
Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Seven
Part of Shadow was being torn into shreds of agony. Why? She didn't
know. She blamed it on that she had looked so long for an adversary,
and this would surely kill him...
No! she told herself. You said so yourself, and you heard him think
it; your greatest enemy is always yourself. By possessing him, we
truly will be ultimate adversaries!
But this was killing him...
What did she care? The other part of Shadow was estatic; she was
fulfilling her Creator's dream! To hurt all those that had ever hurt
her... Rache, the one whom had betrayed Shadow's Mistress, the
Sorceress, in the first place was long dead. But this boy...this
warrior whom unwillingly held her in his arms as she fought to join
their blood, he had destroyed the any chance Shadow had of resurecting
the Sorceress's beloved daughter, Shadow's only friend...
He would pay.
"Shadow!" Cynthia, Talia's daughter in every way, called to her in
her mind. They shared a body, Cynthia and Shadow, and could always
hear each other, no matter who was currently in control of that body.
"Shadow, please!" Cynthia pleaded. "He didn't know! He only does what
he does to protect those he loves!"
"He killed what was left of your mother, Cynthia," Shadow said harshly
to the girl. "And in affect killed your mother. Don't you want
revenge?"
"I...I..." Cynthia had no answer. She did want revenge, but she wanted
Terry to live more than she wanted revenge. Or at least she had thought
she did...
"Shadow, stop!" Cynthia suddenly commanded. For a split moment, Shadow,
and all her evil workings within Batman's body froze.
"If you want revenge you should get it from my fa...Mr. McCain. HE'S
the one who drove my mother away. If he hadn'ted, Grandfather Rache
would never have been able to force mama into letting him possess her
body! Never! It's him we want, him and that Darla!"
Shadow began thinking. Was Cynthia right?
"Of course I'm right!" Cynthia stated, her voice still pleading.
Shadow's attention snapped back to Terry; her control over him was
beginning to wane... If she was going to possess him, she had to do it
now. Enough of her blood was in his veins to do it.
'Don't...don't even th-think about it...' Shadow's eyes widened as she
heard Batman's -or Terry, as Cynthia knew him- voice in her mind. Of
course...with her blood eternally in his veins, he had acquired her
ability of telepathy...
"I have no choice, now, Cynthia," Shadow told her counterpart.
Cynthia's mind cried out.
'If she joins with Batman," Cynthia thought frantically. "She'll be
unstoppable...and no one will be able to stop her...the city will be
destroyed... The only person I want to suffer for all eternity is
that lowdown, no good bastard who calls himself my father!"
"Is that all you want?" Shadow snapped to the girl whose body she was
in control of. Cynthia looked at Shadow with her mind's eye.
"It's all I want for now," Cynthia said softly. Shadow, in the physical
world, looked up at the face of the struggling Dark Knight. She knew
right then that he'd fight her to the end of time. With her blood in
his body, tying them together, giving him one of her gifts, he would
be an even greater adversary. An even greater opponant in the eternal
chess game that was good and evil. Granted, it would have been even
more intense had they shared the same body, but yet it would loose some
of it's traditional appeal...
"Very well," Shadow whispered out loud. Now that she was focusing more
on the real realm, she now faintly noted two other presences on the
rooftop. An old man...but by no means weak or helpless. A ruby haired
young woman...
"Let...me...go..." Batman hissed vehemently. Shadow could tell he
didn't realize he still had his arms around Shadow in what could have
appeared to be a lover's embrace, had it not been so tense and hostile.
It wasn't apparent if he had 'heard' the exchange between Cynthia and
Shadow. Either way, it didn't matter, she knew.
"As you wish, my knight," Shadow whispered, closed her eyes, and began
to relinquish her hold on the mind of the one known as Batman... But
not before claiming a little compensation...
Just before Terry was completely free, he felt Shadow- *in his arms???*
He felt her rise on on the balls of her feet and...oh, good lord...kiss
him full on the mouth.
Something snapped, and it only took Terry a moment to realize that
what had snapped was Shadow's control over him... Just as quickly he
realized he now had complete control over his limbs and mind and
body once more...
So why was he not violently pulling away, tying cable cords around her,
and shipping her off to that island where they kept loony villains?
Terry's mind drifted...he thought of everything and nothing, yet all
those thoughts that filtered in and out of his mind centered around one
thing; the lithe villainess in his arms, her arms around his neck, her
hair tumbling around them both, and her mouth...
God, those little lips of hers...
Damnit, why couldn't he pull away??? She had no control over him
anymore... Did she?
Uh-oh...
Terry would have heard her giggle in his mind, had both their minds not
been in such turmoil. Terry found himself kissing her back, hard,
grabbing fistfulls of her hair and twining his hands around the fine
strands. She clung to him like he was her last lifeline to life.
Only the need for air finally tore then apart, Terry's hand still
engangled in Shadow's hair at the base of her skull, at the back of
her neck, his other secure around her slip of a waist.
"Why did you let me go?" Terry's voice was low and hoarse. Shadow tried
to force an innocent, impish grin, but only succeeded in a small,
gentle smile.
"What is a villainess without her always interfering knight?" She said
softly. "Plus, Cynthia was correct. You are not the one responsible for
my Mistress's daughter's death. Neither is your mentor; he was only
doing what HE was created to do. I cannot blame him or you for that."
Terry glanced out of the corner of his eye as he heard rapid footsteps
racing towards them across the rooftop. Max and Bruce Wayne -that guy
could run when he wanted!- were racing towards them, getting nearer
every second.
"The time for me to leave your side has come, my knight," Shadow
said softly. She reached up and stroked his cheek, and pulled out of
his grasp. She stepped away, her eyes never leaving his. On impluse
she stepped forward again and caught his mouth once more with hers,
briefly, but firmly, and then she was gone, racing away. Her wings
flared into existence in a whirl of smoke, and she was gone, up into
the night sky.
Terry stared after her, even until Max reached his side, demanding to
know what had happened. Bruce wasn't far behind, and although breathing
heavier than he would have at one time, his glare was no less intense.
For once, Terry didn't notice either. He looked down at his inner
forearm, and for some reason wasn't at all surprised to see the five
point crisscross star healed, only a scar. He looked down at his feet
to see the daggar responsible for the scars there. He knelt and
picked it up. The moment he touched it, it became a medallion, made of
a metal as black as night. It was a circle, with a starburst in the
center. The points of the star were the only things touching the
circle. At the stop where the point touched the circle there was the
deepest of dark sapphires. In the center of the star there was the
blackest black diamond Terry had ever seen.
Through a metal loop on the edge of the cirlce there was a fine silk
cord. Terry knew better than to put on the medallion before having it
tested, but he clutched it tight nonetheless as he turned his gaze
back up towards the sky.
"McGinnis!" Bruce's harsh bark finally cut through Terry's reverie, and
he looked him stonily.
"Terry..." Max touched his arm. "Terry, what happened? I tried to
follow you when you left the diner, but..." She saw the expression on
her best friend's face, and held up a hand at Bruce, cutting off his
lecture. Had Terry been completely attentive, he would have been
surprised; no one hushed Bruce Wayne.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school, Max," Was all Terry said after a
moment. Withough waiting for a reply, he ran towards the edge of the
roof, flared his gliders, ignited his boosters, and soared into the
sky.
As he flew towards home, he could have sworn it wasn't his imagination
when a whisper of a promise drifted through his mind...
'*This is far from over, my knight...*'
'*It most certainly is, Shadow,*' Terry found himself agreeing,
thinking the thought as if he was speaking it to someone right next to
him. He smiled grimly.
"It most definately isn't over..."
The End.
For Now.
Ta da!!!!! Okay, I might put up a short epilogue, soon, but not till
I'm well on my well with the fic I want/need to write.
Sorry it took so long to get this out! As I said, I DO have somewhere
I want to take this story, but not till I fulfill previously made
obligations. This story is more of a prologue to another, deeper, more
intense story that I have in mind.
Once again, this entire story is dedicated to Smack45, whom without
this fic would have been dead in the water several chapters ago. Also
thanks to:
Raven: As always, my beloved, my better half, the one who keeps me
going.
Rose-chan: My sister in Christ, my best friend, my favorite person to
be around.
Empress Yue: *hugglez* Thankies!!!!! One of my best supporters! Thanks
for sticking with me!
Andie: FINISH 'Batman's REAL?' ALREADY!!!!!! *halo* But besides that,
thanks for your encouraging reviews! They really gave me a boost!
And last but not least, my muses, Athena and Makura. *hugglez both*
This story wouldn't exist without them!
Untile next time, minna-chans!
Smile More, Dream Always,
Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*