Title: Book One of the Chosen of Shannara
Authors: DracoStarbo ( dracostarbo@yahoo.com ) and Lunablue ( deadredsocks@yahoo.com )
Disclaimer: The Shannara universe belongs to Terry Brooks and affiliated companies.
The lyrics 'Soldier' are owned and copyrighted to other people that are involved with Eminem. We are not those people. We do not know those people. The song and lyrics of 'Soldier' in no way belong to us and in no way are we claiming any hold on them. The lyrics 'All in the Family' are owned and copyrighted to other people that are involved with Korn. We are not those people. We do not know those people. The song and lyrics of 'All in the Family' are in no way belong to us and in no way are we claiming any hold on them. Thank you. And please, we are but poor high school students with welfare cards for free food, we are not worth the money you'll pay to your attorney. Suing us is therefore a waist of time. Ratings: Pg-13
Warnings: This story contains language and ideas that can be found offensive.
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Chapter Four: The Sun Shined On
* * * *
:: I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier ::
"Shadowen!" exclaimed Lukc, his face etched in fear.
Slowly, Jez shakes her head back in forth. "No, Vo'galth."
With a tight and panicked voice Brinn commands, "Species later, survival, NOW!"
The command in Brinn's voice snaps Aiken out of his shock.
Scooping Deidre up until he was standing with her cradled in his arms, he quickly took in their surroundings and possible objects to be used as weapons. A short distance away he spotted a used campsite, with a pile of wood.
Speaking in a whisper he informed everyone of the campsite to their left.
"I guess our only chance is pretty obvious, huh?" said Memial. "On the count of three, we run to the campsite, pick up the wood and prepare to beat the shit out of these overgrown pixi sticks. One. . . two. . ."
An exceptionally disgusting looking Vo'galth dropped its ears flat against his head and hissed, flapped his wings twice and rose 15 feet in the air. The green glow around it grew brighter and with a screech the thing flew down towards the group of humans, his companions right behind.
As one, the seven frightened teenagers turned and ran towards the campsite that lay not even 20 yards away. "Three!" screamed Gok as they ran.
Looking up at the creatures chasing him, Brinn noticed one of them was about to latch its claws into the strange brown haired girl. With a burst of speed and mighty yell, he jumped and tackled it just before it could claim its mark.
"Brinn!" screamed Gok who had been running a few feet ahead of him. His attempt to turn around and help his cousin was halted by a pale hand grabbing his arm and dragging him with the rest of the group towards the campsite. The blonde girl who had been strangely silent the whole time was pulling him along with a surprising strength.
They were at the campsite, faster than Gok would have thought possible.
"Oh Goddess," whispered Deidre, "we are so fucked."
Instead of responding Aiken thrust her into Gok's hands.
"Don't worry, your companion's going to be fine. Just watch this girl for me, please."
:: Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what
I said when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
Till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze... ::
Then he followed everyone's example and grabbed a stick of firewood. Turning around to face the enemy he raised his stick and screamed a barbaric roar. Then the Vo'galth were upon them and thoughts were gone, replaced by primitive instincts so old none of the teenagers could, when later pressed, even begin to explain them beyond one word, "survive."
Lukc was laughing, a high pitched sound, insane and fearless.
Aiken swung blindly, his stick making contact with the occasional green limb, but the enemy was crowding around him, and getting bolder. More than once, a talon had made it threw his defense and graced him with a painful scratch. He could tell that they were only playing with him, like a group of alley cats crowded around a defenseless mouse. Then there was a warm body pressed against his back and another set of hands to help fight back. It was the one who had saved Memial: Brinn.
"Having fun?" the guy panted to Aiken, even as he batted away another swat.
"Sure, loads, you?"
"Yeah, this reminds me of the old days when me and the men would go out and fish, except this time, I'm the fish."
The friendly batter stopped after that as they two focused solely on kicking ass.
* * * *
Another claw reached out and streaked its nails across Memial's stomach even as she tapped it smartly on the head. "Oww!" she cried out in pain. "You son-of-a-bitch!"
With new determination she went at beating the life out of the thing in front of her. With each scrape she acquired and each hit she landed on the monster her anger grew until she could feel it in her bones, swirling around and twisting in odd ways, almost as if there was something inside of her, something alive and just aching to break free.
So focused she was on the monster in front of her, it was too late when she finally noticed the one behind. The one who grabbed the back of her shirt and took to flight. Screaming, she tried to twist around and smack the thing with her stick, only to notice her weapon had fallen out of her hands when she had been lifted into the air.
Slowly but surely the ground was falling farther away, she must have been at least 100 feet up by now. It was flying faster, gaining more speed by the moment, taking her farther and farther away from her companions. Fear started to rear its ugly head, but she forced it back down, determined to survive or at least make the pixi stick monster suffer. Twisting and turning, she hit, kicked and even bit whatever skin was available. One vicious stab from her foot landed on its abdomen and with a yowl of pain it released her, 100 feet above the sparkling waters of Rainbow Lake.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
Her soul screamed in anger, outraged that she was to die like this, in a strange land far away from those she loved. The anger, the strange anger she had never felt before, grew and grew until her eyesight slowly disappeared, replaced by an inky blue color. Her bones seemed to explode and implode at the same time, her skin seemed to seer off her body and reform around herself all at once. And during the few moments when her skin felt missing the thing inside of her escaped with a roar and something inside of her, a sense not taught about at school, felt it soar upwards, and then when her skin reformed, she could feel it slam back in and join her skin, become a part of her.
* * * *
Gok let out a hideous scream as one of the insanely tall creatures slashed its razor sharp calls into his chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, already feeling the blood flow down and stain his shirt to a deep red. As the monster came forth, Gok let out a crying sound that soon found itself as a note.
A single note, drifting threw the air on a high-strung voice. A moor cat, tall as Gok and twice as long, appeared by the frighten teenager's side. Its black fur and yellow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness brought from the creatures. With a deep throat growl, the moor cat placed itself in front of Gok, ready to pounce on anyone who dare harm him.
The creature took a step back, not afraid but cautious, and noticed something. There was no shadow on the moor cat. With a twisted grin, the creature made a looping sound and spun its arms widely before pouncing on the cat. The moor cat disappeared when Gok gasped, his song ended.
The creature clawed at the ground playfully, knowing that there was nothing there. When a mini hole was made, the thing looked over at Gok, grinned evil and stuck out its tongue.
"Wha-?" Gok couldn't help but ask.
As this happened, a lone girl sat a few yards apart from the battle, gathering her wits. Deidre had been in a dream state; she didn't even remember being put down by Gok. For a while, all she did was watch the battle in mute fascination as if the whole thing was on a movie screen. But when she saw Gok get smacked to the ground, daydreaming was over for her.
"Back off!" a high-pitch scream ripped out of the lungs of Deidre as she charged full speed with a log in her hand.
SMACK! And a snapping noise to follow, she saw the green thing fly back in slow motion. The vibration ran along her arms and shoulders, but she held onto the thick piece of wood. Breathing heavily, Deidre looked in astonishment as the creature didn't stir . . . didn't even breath. . . .
"Whoa . . ." she whispered. "I did that?"
:: I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off
all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus... ::
Gok looked up at her in as much shock as Deidre had. The pain in his chest was momentarily forgotten as he looked at Deidre as if seeing her for the first time. This girl seemed almost absent-minded and then all of a sudden she hit the creature into the next life! This day was getting weirder and weirder.
The creature sprang up into a standing position, his body extended to its full nine feet of height. Hissing dangerously, its onyx eyes folded into slits as it glared at the puny girl and her wooden log. Spreading it's wings, it started to slowly circle her, wary and angered.
The site of the stupid walking glow stick that had hurt the strange boy sent a tidal wave of anger coursing through her body. Deidre saw red. With another scream of rage she charged the creature with her stick. The next thing she remembered was being pulled of the monsters body by the strange boy, blood coating the stick and her.
"Stop! Stop! It's ok. Everything's going to be ok. You killed it. It's dead. You can stop now. . ." The boy was whispering quiet words of comfort in Deidre's ear as he pulled her a good 15 feet away from the slaughtered Vo'galth.
She had gone into a slight state of shock, not being able to control the shaking that racked her body. "I. . . I . . ." she stuttered as she stared at the blood painted on her hands.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
A screech interrupted her stuttering as two more of the monsters swept down upon them. After that all they could do was fight and try to stay back to back, to try to help the other stay alive, their sticks swinging full force.
* * * *
:: Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?
Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi...
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...::
Jez watched on as everyone fought with the Vo'galth, a few fighting between himself and herself about who would capture the teenagers. For some reason, they were all busy with the others and didn't even notice Jez just standing off to the side.
// Yes, my Vo'galth. Bring them to me. //
A voice in the back of Jez's head hissed in delighted evil. She recognized that voice to the same one that had said the weird language that brought them to wherever they were. No one else seemed to hear the voice, and Jez knew that it wasn't one of her usual voices, so she wasn't being crazy again.
// Your Vo'galth? // Jez thought with curiosity. She could feel the silent surprise of the voice, making her give a mental smirk before purring her next question. // Well, well, well. What have I here? Or should I say, whom?//
The evil voice was silent for a few moments, then gave and devilish laugh and said, //Wouldn't you like to know?//
:: Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!? ::
//Nah that's ok, why don't I just call you. . . Frank.//
//Frank?! Frank?!?! FRANK?!?!?!?! DO I sound like a FRANK to you?!?!?!//
//Yes.//
//Bitch.//
//Yeah, but not your bitch.//
//You'll be my bitch if I tell you to be my bitch. Now, Bitch, what is your name?//
//You can just call me 'Mistress', or 'God' if you prefere. I'm used to both.//
//Bitch.//
//Yeah, I know. So, Frank, tell me, what did you mean by ' My Vo'galth' ?//
:: Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. ::
//Bitch, don't question your Master. And my name is not FRANK!!!! I meant my Vo'galth, as in they're mine, they belong to me, I am their Master, they're my slaves, I am their God, they're my worshipers, I am. . .//
//Mentally challenged?//
//Damnit bitch. If you don't stop acting so impudent I'm going to send one of my Vo'galth to smote you.//
//You sent twenty of your Vo'galth to smote us, so far, their failing. Miserably. One of them's currently getting it's ass kicked by a 4 foot 9 inch Vietnamese girl.//
//Nonsense! My Vo'galth are unstop. . .able. Damn, that girl is kicking ass.//
//Told you.//
//You are not aloud to tell me anything! I am your MASTER!!!//
//Mentally challenged mortal with a inferiority complex and suffering from extreme paranoia.//
:: Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!! ::
//Smote her!!! Damn you minions!! Smote this impertinent slave!//
Slowly, Jez's eyes focused on the outside world, her awareness coming back in a rush. There, not more than 3 yards away from her were 10 of the creatures who had brought them here.
:: Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what? ::
//Them?// she laughed with genuine humor. // You're sending them to smote me?! Is that all you've got?//
And then there were charging at here, screeching loud enough to rock the trees. Nine feet. . . six feet. . . four feet. . . three feet. . . two feet. . . they were right on top of her when it happened.
* * * *
With the reforming of her skin Memial * knew * that the water she was about to hit would never hurt her but instead, would obey and protect her. As she made contact the water enveloped her inside of itself, a protected cushion, a safe haven. The water slowly caressing her as she floated under the surface, Memial smiled and knew what she could do to save her friends. Taking the water into her lungs, like it was air, she straightened herself and looked upwards. The surface was no more than fifteen feet away, perfect.
Her hair floating all around, like fine coffee sea weed and her expression gentle and almost holy looking. With her hands out stretched to both sides, she balled them into fists and sort of, grabbed, the water with her mind.
Opening her eyes she gave a mental shove and the water shot up, fifty feet in the air. A look of deep concentration fell over her face as she struggled to control the power, she opened her palms tell they where face up towards the waters surface. With a sudden jerk of her arms and mind she sent the streams of water hurling towards the green monsters attacking her friends.
* * * *
:: I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a... ::
On his knees, gasping for air, Aiken stared at the Vo'galth as its claws sweeped down towards him. "Nooo!" screamed Brinn and Lukc at the same time.
A Vo'galth's face was seconds away from being bashed in by Deidre's and Gok's sticks.
Jez was trying to decide which of the fools to kill first.
Then like the vultures upon the dead, the water was there. It crashed upon the Vo'gatlh, consuming them. Not a drop of the life giving liquid touched any of the teenagers, but the Vo'galth were not so lucky. It surrounded them, each in it's own special bubble that lifted them a few feet off the ground.
The creatures screamed and thrashed, threw themselves against the water bubbles outer layer in desperation. Clawing their throats in desperation for air, they floundered about in their own personal water bubbles of death. It took 10 minutes for the last Vo'galth to stop spasming. They were dead, to the last one.
//Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!// the evil voice nicknamed 'Frank' screamed in rage, so loudly that Jez dropped to her knees in pain.
Then the water dissipated into the air and the bodies of the dead fell to the ground like dead fish. As the last one fell a beam of sunlight flooded the spot where they stood and slowly spread out wards until the black clouds were gone. The golden light shone brightly, a testament that they had faugh the evil, fought the night, and survived to see the suns light once more.
Gently, the waters of Rainbow Lake placed Memial's unconscious form on the shore, the birds could be heard singing once more. Not a word spoken between anyone. Aiken walked over towards Deidre and grasped her hand tightly before walking towards Memial. Lukc and Gok embraced their family member with joy, gladdened to see they were all alive. As one, the three followed Aiken and Deidre's example.
Jez sat there, staring at the group of young soldiers as they walked towards Memial's form. Her mind turned inward, arguing with the voices normally hanging around in her head.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
And the sun shined on.
Authors: DracoStarbo ( dracostarbo@yahoo.com ) and Lunablue ( deadredsocks@yahoo.com )
Disclaimer: The Shannara universe belongs to Terry Brooks and affiliated companies.
The lyrics 'Soldier' are owned and copyrighted to other people that are involved with Eminem. We are not those people. We do not know those people. The song and lyrics of 'Soldier' in no way belong to us and in no way are we claiming any hold on them. The lyrics 'All in the Family' are owned and copyrighted to other people that are involved with Korn. We are not those people. We do not know those people. The song and lyrics of 'All in the Family' are in no way belong to us and in no way are we claiming any hold on them. Thank you. And please, we are but poor high school students with welfare cards for free food, we are not worth the money you'll pay to your attorney. Suing us is therefore a waist of time. Ratings: Pg-13
Warnings: This story contains language and ideas that can be found offensive.
Authors Notes:
As always, Loved something? Hated something? Let us know, by reading and reviewing. Or flaming. Or sending hate mail. We do except all forms of MasterCard, Visa and stalkers are generally appreciated.
Reviewers Response:
Fallen IceAngel:
There, you got your next Eminem song. Happy? It was hard to find a battle song from the Eminem lyrics but, we did it. If we knew why you where the only one reviewing, we'd ratify the problem. But we don't. Our fic isn't that bad, is it? ::cries tears of sorrow and loneliness.:: and you think * you're * lonely!?!?! How do you think we feel!?!?! LoL Well, thank for at least being our one, loyal reviewer. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye tell next Wednesday!
Chapter Four: The Sun Shined On
* * * *
:: I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier ::
"Shadowen!" exclaimed Lukc, his face etched in fear.
Slowly, Jez shakes her head back in forth. "No, Vo'galth."
With a tight and panicked voice Brinn commands, "Species later, survival, NOW!"
The command in Brinn's voice snaps Aiken out of his shock.
Scooping Deidre up until he was standing with her cradled in his arms, he quickly took in their surroundings and possible objects to be used as weapons. A short distance away he spotted a used campsite, with a pile of wood.
Speaking in a whisper he informed everyone of the campsite to their left.
"I guess our only chance is pretty obvious, huh?" said Memial. "On the count of three, we run to the campsite, pick up the wood and prepare to beat the shit out of these overgrown pixi sticks. One. . . two. . ."
An exceptionally disgusting looking Vo'galth dropped its ears flat against his head and hissed, flapped his wings twice and rose 15 feet in the air. The green glow around it grew brighter and with a screech the thing flew down towards the group of humans, his companions right behind.
As one, the seven frightened teenagers turned and ran towards the campsite that lay not even 20 yards away. "Three!" screamed Gok as they ran.
Looking up at the creatures chasing him, Brinn noticed one of them was about to latch its claws into the strange brown haired girl. With a burst of speed and mighty yell, he jumped and tackled it just before it could claim its mark.
"Brinn!" screamed Gok who had been running a few feet ahead of him. His attempt to turn around and help his cousin was halted by a pale hand grabbing his arm and dragging him with the rest of the group towards the campsite. The blonde girl who had been strangely silent the whole time was pulling him along with a surprising strength.
They were at the campsite, faster than Gok would have thought possible.
"Oh Goddess," whispered Deidre, "we are so fucked."
Instead of responding Aiken thrust her into Gok's hands.
"Don't worry, your companion's going to be fine. Just watch this girl for me, please."
:: Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'. Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin'
Willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live to regret what
I said when you're me, people just want to see, if its true, if its you, what you say in your rap's, what you do
So they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real
In confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed
If you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it. Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
Till its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze... ::
Then he followed everyone's example and grabbed a stick of firewood. Turning around to face the enemy he raised his stick and screamed a barbaric roar. Then the Vo'galth were upon them and thoughts were gone, replaced by primitive instincts so old none of the teenagers could, when later pressed, even begin to explain them beyond one word, "survive."
Lukc was laughing, a high pitched sound, insane and fearless.
Aiken swung blindly, his stick making contact with the occasional green limb, but the enemy was crowding around him, and getting bolder. More than once, a talon had made it threw his defense and graced him with a painful scratch. He could tell that they were only playing with him, like a group of alley cats crowded around a defenseless mouse. Then there was a warm body pressed against his back and another set of hands to help fight back. It was the one who had saved Memial: Brinn.
"Having fun?" the guy panted to Aiken, even as he batted away another swat.
"Sure, loads, you?"
"Yeah, this reminds me of the old days when me and the men would go out and fish, except this time, I'm the fish."
The friendly batter stopped after that as they two focused solely on kicking ass.
* * * *
Another claw reached out and streaked its nails across Memial's stomach even as she tapped it smartly on the head. "Oww!" she cried out in pain. "You son-of-a-bitch!"
With new determination she went at beating the life out of the thing in front of her. With each scrape she acquired and each hit she landed on the monster her anger grew until she could feel it in her bones, swirling around and twisting in odd ways, almost as if there was something inside of her, something alive and just aching to break free.
So focused she was on the monster in front of her, it was too late when she finally noticed the one behind. The one who grabbed the back of her shirt and took to flight. Screaming, she tried to twist around and smack the thing with her stick, only to notice her weapon had fallen out of her hands when she had been lifted into the air.
Slowly but surely the ground was falling farther away, she must have been at least 100 feet up by now. It was flying faster, gaining more speed by the moment, taking her farther and farther away from her companions. Fear started to rear its ugly head, but she forced it back down, determined to survive or at least make the pixi stick monster suffer. Twisting and turning, she hit, kicked and even bit whatever skin was available. One vicious stab from her foot landed on its abdomen and with a yowl of pain it released her, 100 feet above the sparkling waters of Rainbow Lake.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
Her soul screamed in anger, outraged that she was to die like this, in a strange land far away from those she loved. The anger, the strange anger she had never felt before, grew and grew until her eyesight slowly disappeared, replaced by an inky blue color. Her bones seemed to explode and implode at the same time, her skin seemed to seer off her body and reform around herself all at once. And during the few moments when her skin felt missing the thing inside of her escaped with a roar and something inside of her, a sense not taught about at school, felt it soar upwards, and then when her skin reformed, she could feel it slam back in and join her skin, become a part of her.
* * * *
Gok let out a hideous scream as one of the insanely tall creatures slashed its razor sharp calls into his chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, already feeling the blood flow down and stain his shirt to a deep red. As the monster came forth, Gok let out a crying sound that soon found itself as a note.
A single note, drifting threw the air on a high-strung voice. A moor cat, tall as Gok and twice as long, appeared by the frighten teenager's side. Its black fur and yellow eyes seemed to glow in the darkness brought from the creatures. With a deep throat growl, the moor cat placed itself in front of Gok, ready to pounce on anyone who dare harm him.
The creature took a step back, not afraid but cautious, and noticed something. There was no shadow on the moor cat. With a twisted grin, the creature made a looping sound and spun its arms widely before pouncing on the cat. The moor cat disappeared when Gok gasped, his song ended.
The creature clawed at the ground playfully, knowing that there was nothing there. When a mini hole was made, the thing looked over at Gok, grinned evil and stuck out its tongue.
"Wha-?" Gok couldn't help but ask.
As this happened, a lone girl sat a few yards apart from the battle, gathering her wits. Deidre had been in a dream state; she didn't even remember being put down by Gok. For a while, all she did was watch the battle in mute fascination as if the whole thing was on a movie screen. But when she saw Gok get smacked to the ground, daydreaming was over for her.
"Back off!" a high-pitch scream ripped out of the lungs of Deidre as she charged full speed with a log in her hand.
SMACK! And a snapping noise to follow, she saw the green thing fly back in slow motion. The vibration ran along her arms and shoulders, but she held onto the thick piece of wood. Breathing heavily, Deidre looked in astonishment as the creature didn't stir . . . didn't even breath. . . .
"Whoa . . ." she whispered. "I did that?"
:: I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the fuckin' judge lets me off
all you motherfuckas gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' motherfuckin' bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt em' and come back again and kick dirt at em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parking lot, you'll all get shot whether its your fault or not, cus... ::
Gok looked up at her in as much shock as Deidre had. The pain in his chest was momentarily forgotten as he looked at Deidre as if seeing her for the first time. This girl seemed almost absent-minded and then all of a sudden she hit the creature into the next life! This day was getting weirder and weirder.
The creature sprang up into a standing position, his body extended to its full nine feet of height. Hissing dangerously, its onyx eyes folded into slits as it glared at the puny girl and her wooden log. Spreading it's wings, it started to slowly circle her, wary and angered.
The site of the stupid walking glow stick that had hurt the strange boy sent a tidal wave of anger coursing through her body. Deidre saw red. With another scream of rage she charged the creature with her stick. The next thing she remembered was being pulled of the monsters body by the strange boy, blood coating the stick and her.
"Stop! Stop! It's ok. Everything's going to be ok. You killed it. It's dead. You can stop now. . ." The boy was whispering quiet words of comfort in Deidre's ear as he pulled her a good 15 feet away from the slaughtered Vo'galth.
She had gone into a slight state of shock, not being able to control the shaking that racked her body. "I. . . I . . ." she stuttered as she stared at the blood painted on her hands.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
A screech interrupted her stuttering as two more of the monsters swept down upon them. After that all they could do was fight and try to stay back to back, to try to help the other stay alive, their sticks swinging full force.
* * * *
:: Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?
Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi...
Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.
Jon: Whatever nigga...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...::
Jez watched on as everyone fought with the Vo'galth, a few fighting between himself and herself about who would capture the teenagers. For some reason, they were all busy with the others and didn't even notice Jez just standing off to the side.
// Yes, my Vo'galth. Bring them to me. //
A voice in the back of Jez's head hissed in delighted evil. She recognized that voice to the same one that had said the weird language that brought them to wherever they were. No one else seemed to hear the voice, and Jez knew that it wasn't one of her usual voices, so she wasn't being crazy again.
// Your Vo'galth? // Jez thought with curiosity. She could feel the silent surprise of the voice, making her give a mental smirk before purring her next question. // Well, well, well. What have I here? Or should I say, whom?//
The evil voice was silent for a few moments, then gave and devilish laugh and said, //Wouldn't you like to know?//
:: Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!? ::
//Nah that's ok, why don't I just call you. . . Frank.//
//Frank?! Frank?!?! FRANK?!?!?!?! DO I sound like a FRANK to you?!?!?!//
//Yes.//
//Bitch.//
//Yeah, but not your bitch.//
//You'll be my bitch if I tell you to be my bitch. Now, Bitch, what is your name?//
//You can just call me 'Mistress', or 'God' if you prefere. I'm used to both.//
//Bitch.//
//Yeah, I know. So, Frank, tell me, what did you mean by ' My Vo'galth' ?//
:: Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family. ::
//Bitch, don't question your Master. And my name is not FRANK!!!! I meant my Vo'galth, as in they're mine, they belong to me, I am their Master, they're my slaves, I am their God, they're my worshipers, I am. . .//
//Mentally challenged?//
//Damnit bitch. If you don't stop acting so impudent I'm going to send one of my Vo'galth to smote you.//
//You sent twenty of your Vo'galth to smote us, so far, their failing. Miserably. One of them's currently getting it's ass kicked by a 4 foot 9 inch Vietnamese girl.//
//Nonsense! My Vo'galth are unstop. . .able. Damn, that girl is kicking ass.//
//Told you.//
//You are not aloud to tell me anything! I am your MASTER!!!//
//Mentally challenged mortal with a inferiority complex and suffering from extreme paranoia.//
:: Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!! ::
//Smote her!!! Damn you minions!! Smote this impertinent slave!//
Slowly, Jez's eyes focused on the outside world, her awareness coming back in a rush. There, not more than 3 yards away from her were 10 of the creatures who had brought them here.
:: Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what? ::
//Them?// she laughed with genuine humor. // You're sending them to smote me?! Is that all you've got?//
And then there were charging at here, screeching loud enough to rock the trees. Nine feet. . . six feet. . . four feet. . . three feet. . . two feet. . . they were right on top of her when it happened.
* * * *
With the reforming of her skin Memial * knew * that the water she was about to hit would never hurt her but instead, would obey and protect her. As she made contact the water enveloped her inside of itself, a protected cushion, a safe haven. The water slowly caressing her as she floated under the surface, Memial smiled and knew what she could do to save her friends. Taking the water into her lungs, like it was air, she straightened herself and looked upwards. The surface was no more than fifteen feet away, perfect.
Her hair floating all around, like fine coffee sea weed and her expression gentle and almost holy looking. With her hands out stretched to both sides, she balled them into fists and sort of, grabbed, the water with her mind.
Opening her eyes she gave a mental shove and the water shot up, fifty feet in the air. A look of deep concentration fell over her face as she struggled to control the power, she opened her palms tell they where face up towards the waters surface. With a sudden jerk of her arms and mind she sent the streams of water hurling towards the green monsters attacking her friends.
* * * *
:: I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to em, give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it
you motherfuckas could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest shit, ever been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a... ::
On his knees, gasping for air, Aiken stared at the Vo'galth as its claws sweeped down towards him. "Nooo!" screamed Brinn and Lukc at the same time.
A Vo'galth's face was seconds away from being bashed in by Deidre's and Gok's sticks.
Jez was trying to decide which of the fools to kill first.
Then like the vultures upon the dead, the water was there. It crashed upon the Vo'gatlh, consuming them. Not a drop of the life giving liquid touched any of the teenagers, but the Vo'galth were not so lucky. It surrounded them, each in it's own special bubble that lifted them a few feet off the ground.
The creatures screamed and thrashed, threw themselves against the water bubbles outer layer in desperation. Clawing their throats in desperation for air, they floundered about in their own personal water bubbles of death. It took 10 minutes for the last Vo'galth to stop spasming. They were dead, to the last one.
//Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!// the evil voice nicknamed 'Frank' screamed in rage, so loudly that Jez dropped to her knees in pain.
Then the water dissipated into the air and the bodies of the dead fell to the ground like dead fish. As the last one fell a beam of sunlight flooded the spot where they stood and slowly spread out wards until the black clouds were gone. The golden light shone brightly, a testament that they had faugh the evil, fought the night, and survived to see the suns light once more.
Gently, the waters of Rainbow Lake placed Memial's unconscious form on the shore, the birds could be heard singing once more. Not a word spoken between anyone. Aiken walked over towards Deidre and grasped her hand tightly before walking towards Memial. Lukc and Gok embraced their family member with joy, gladdened to see they were all alive. As one, the three followed Aiken and Deidre's example.
Jez sat there, staring at the group of young soldiers as they walked towards Memial's form. Her mind turned inward, arguing with the voices normally hanging around in her head.
:: I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble ::
And the sun shined on.