Blackened Sunrise: An American Weapon
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1020928
Please go read!
//...// is the Power /.../ is Rosanna talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech
Chapter 3/?
The sense of something approaching drew the Weapon in training forward from the darkness where she learned. The clergy was approaching and they sounded angry. How amusing.
"Vandals again?!"
"I wonder how long it will take to fix the windows?"
"The police will hear of this! Bishop Taver cannot cover this up any more!"
The doors opened and Rosanna carefully kept her eyes closed, not wishing the humans to see anything except the statue.
"Holy Mother of..."
"Oh dear..."
"What in the name of..."
{Mortals, the time has come.}
Silence, then the same question from three mouths.
"Did you hear that?"
{I have been sent to lead you. The Balance is coming.}
Into the words, she wove a hypnotic note. They would be unable to fight the impulsion to bend to her will. Being muggles, they had no defenses.
"Lead us."
"Lead us to Balance."
"Praise the Balance."
Her eyes slowly opened, giving the illusion that a statue came to life.
{I am the Angel of Balance.}
//Angel? Of Balance? That's rich. I should find someone to tell this tale to. Maybe a British Weapon.//
/Hush, you silly voice. I'll find another Weapon on my own./
"All praise the Angel of Balance."
{This has become my chosen Center.}
"The Center of Balance."
{We will be strong as the blood flows and Balance is righted.}
Vivid blue eyes seemed to glow in Rosanna's face as the three before her intoned, "Blood will flow for the Balance."
She finally moved, bi-colored wings slowly folding against her back. Her arms slowly lowered as she stepped forward to the edge of the platform into a patch of red light from the changed stain-glass windows.
{Come forth and tell me your names.}
The first to step forward was an older man. His hair was already bleached to white by age. Brown eyes, light tan, grandfatherly.
"I am Jameson Trent," he said.
She reached out to cup his face gently, tilting his head to decide what mark to leave.
With a whisper of Power, Trent's eyes slowly changed. The left eye slowly leached of color until not even blood vessels were seen. The right eye darkened until even the whites were purest black. The result was rather disturbing and she liked it.
{You will serve the Balance well, Trent,} she sub-vocalized to him as she pressed the ideas of the Balance into his unconscious mind. {Rest now, there are rooms to the side that are now Resting Rooms.}
"Yes, Angel," Trent said, dazed as he stumbled off to sleep so that he could process the new information.
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A/N: There... chapter three. Not too long, not abysmally short either. A semi-cliffie. Anyone wanna give me ideas for other types of 'marking' for Rosanna to dish out? We've got hair, we've got eyes. Now to answer reviews ^-^
Autumn Ice: I'm glad you like, what'd you think of this chapter? Hope the wait wasn't too long!
Caroline Hal: I'm glad you like the beginning. I don't know if she'll meet them, it's up to The Itch. I wouldn't mind if that happened! And I'm also glad that you picked up on the message behind the whole statue-thing ~_^
wicchick: I'm glad you like! And yes, it's a side-story to BS. It's really a spin-off, but it happens at about the same time that BS is happening. I am thinking that her 'initiation' into the ranks of Living Weapons (her naming) will happen about the same time as the others... or perhaps just her introduction will happen while they get their names. I'm not sure and it all depends on if The Itch wants to do a cross-over =^-^=
A/N2: Well, that's a good following so far! Please keep reviewing! Flames are welcome as well (but will be laughed at with an evil cackle and snide remarks from my pet Sev)
Love you ~Black Rose
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1020928
Please go read!
//...// is the Power /.../ is Rosanna talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech
Chapter 3/?
The sense of something approaching drew the Weapon in training forward from the darkness where she learned. The clergy was approaching and they sounded angry. How amusing.
"Vandals again?!"
"I wonder how long it will take to fix the windows?"
"The police will hear of this! Bishop Taver cannot cover this up any more!"
The doors opened and Rosanna carefully kept her eyes closed, not wishing the humans to see anything except the statue.
"Holy Mother of..."
"Oh dear..."
"What in the name of..."
{Mortals, the time has come.}
Silence, then the same question from three mouths.
"Did you hear that?"
{I have been sent to lead you. The Balance is coming.}
Into the words, she wove a hypnotic note. They would be unable to fight the impulsion to bend to her will. Being muggles, they had no defenses.
"Lead us."
"Lead us to Balance."
"Praise the Balance."
Her eyes slowly opened, giving the illusion that a statue came to life.
{I am the Angel of Balance.}
//Angel? Of Balance? That's rich. I should find someone to tell this tale to. Maybe a British Weapon.//
/Hush, you silly voice. I'll find another Weapon on my own./
"All praise the Angel of Balance."
{This has become my chosen Center.}
"The Center of Balance."
{We will be strong as the blood flows and Balance is righted.}
Vivid blue eyes seemed to glow in Rosanna's face as the three before her intoned, "Blood will flow for the Balance."
She finally moved, bi-colored wings slowly folding against her back. Her arms slowly lowered as she stepped forward to the edge of the platform into a patch of red light from the changed stain-glass windows.
{Come forth and tell me your names.}
The first to step forward was an older man. His hair was already bleached to white by age. Brown eyes, light tan, grandfatherly.
"I am Jameson Trent," he said.
She reached out to cup his face gently, tilting his head to decide what mark to leave.
With a whisper of Power, Trent's eyes slowly changed. The left eye slowly leached of color until not even blood vessels were seen. The right eye darkened until even the whites were purest black. The result was rather disturbing and she liked it.
{You will serve the Balance well, Trent,} she sub-vocalized to him as she pressed the ideas of the Balance into his unconscious mind. {Rest now, there are rooms to the side that are now Resting Rooms.}
"Yes, Angel," Trent said, dazed as he stumbled off to sleep so that he could process the new information.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: There... chapter three. Not too long, not abysmally short either. A semi-cliffie. Anyone wanna give me ideas for other types of 'marking' for Rosanna to dish out? We've got hair, we've got eyes. Now to answer reviews ^-^
Autumn Ice: I'm glad you like, what'd you think of this chapter? Hope the wait wasn't too long!
Caroline Hal: I'm glad you like the beginning. I don't know if she'll meet them, it's up to The Itch. I wouldn't mind if that happened! And I'm also glad that you picked up on the message behind the whole statue-thing ~_^
wicchick: I'm glad you like! And yes, it's a side-story to BS. It's really a spin-off, but it happens at about the same time that BS is happening. I am thinking that her 'initiation' into the ranks of Living Weapons (her naming) will happen about the same time as the others... or perhaps just her introduction will happen while they get their names. I'm not sure and it all depends on if The Itch wants to do a cross-over =^-^=
A/N2: Well, that's a good following so far! Please keep reviewing! Flames are welcome as well (but will be laughed at with an evil cackle and snide remarks from my pet Sev)
Love you ~Black Rose