Blackened Sunrise: An American Weapon
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: We're trying for a faster update here... yes we are. I swear
//...// 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 ^...^ (cute....) is going to be telepathy when I get to it, not sure if I'll use it here or not, but eh.
Chapter 5/?
~~~~ Sometime later! ~~~~
Well, to sum up what's happened over the school year, nearly the entire senior class has been recruited to the Balance. A few students had to be eliminated since they were too strong-willed to conform, so there were a great many 'run-a-ways' this year. Part of the junior class has also been converted. Rosanna was working fairly slowly from the top down since it was likely she would loose the chance to grab the seniors if they graduated before she made it that far.
The band members had come over collectively and with little help, as had most of the jocks. The pretty cheerleaders had collectively run away (A/N: *smirk*) and been un-replaceable since no one really wanted to show school spirit.
Grade soared as everyone studied together so they could practice together.
And all of the converted students sported a tiny black rose with white leaves tattooed onto their bodies. Some inspired rebels had even opted to have the Mark placed on their faces.
It was a good thing that this school didn't have any metal detectors because the converted students almost all carried some sort of weapon with them. Many opted for the small guns supplied by the mob members who had also been brought into the fray. Very helpful in getting enough weaponry for her minions.
There was also a rash of hackers with the latest laptops from Japan along with cell phones and other electronics, also supplied by the lovely mob. It was brilliant, to recruit the local crime lords, carefully introduce her hypnotic talent into their minds. She now had access to drugs, weapons, and technology that was banned in the US.
Which led to the following conversation one night.
~~~~ At Rosanna's Apartment ~~~~
/I'm thinking of going to Britain, Teva,/ Rosanna thought to the voice in her head.
//What, tired of just me and the humans all ready?// came the sarcastic reply.
/As a matter of fact-/ she was cut off by her cell ringing.
Flipping it open, she held it to her ear. "What?" she queried. The only people with this number were the hackers and her direct underlings anyway.
"Angel, I've found a rather interesting thing. You know those schools of magic you told us about?" came the voice of Lanara, the top hacker in her little group.
"Yes, what about them?"
"Well, it appears that some of the satellites in orbit with cameras are positioned to watch various magical schools across the world. I've got a room set up with monitors showing each of the twelve schools I've found so far. I know there's one in Britain, but I can't find the satellite that's watching it. I may need to shift another one if you want to look at that school."
"Good, good. Let me know how that works out, I do want to watch the British school. Contact me when you can find it."
Rosanna flipped her phone shut, ending the conversation and smiled slowly.
/When she finds that school in Britain, I'll have somewhere to go to start my search. I wonder how soon I could book tickets to England?/ she mused absently as she dressed for school.
//Well, fine. Be that way. We're doing just fine on our own and you want to traipse off and find someone living who can give you directions, I get it. You don't want me around anymore,// Teva said in a pissy voice.
/That's not-/ tried Rosanna.
//That's just fine,// Teva continued without acknowledging her. //See if I care! You're such a blond sometimes!// And then there was silence.
/... Teva?/ Rosanna queried. There was no answer.
~~~~~ The third week of January, about mid-day ~~~~~
Still nothing from Teva. A week! And entire week of no voice in her head. She was starting to go insane without anyone to talk to. She'd left her Center rather un-tended, though her grip on the rebels was still tight. Nothing could shake her grip on mere muggle minds, even in this state of partial power.
She'd breezed through her day at school, carefully collecting a few more recruits for the Balance. She'd garnered several stares with her light clothing of black tank-top, black jeans, and black combat boots. No jacket, except the black leather trench in her locker. And this school didn't really keep the warmest winter temperatures.
As she was moving from one class to the next, a wash of energy slammed into her. She was shoved up against a wall by the sheer power behind it. When the lights that filled her eyes faded, there was a power signature nearby that could only be that of a Living Weapon.
She grinned suddenly, scaring the poor little freshmen nearby into turning down a different hallway.
Ignoring the warning bell, she turned down a hall, towards the Power that she sensed.
~~~~~ Sort of Draco's POV ~~~~~~
/I can't bloody believe that I'm in a bloody muggle school,/ he thought as he stalked gracefully through the hallways.
//That's a lot of 'blood'... maybe we should paint the walls with it,// came Hak's reply.
A grin curved his lips and a shiver ran through everyone who saw it. Such an evil look on the gorgeous boy's face.
{Living Weapon,} a feminine voice murmured in his ear with an oddly echo-y quality. He stopped dead and slowly turned in a full circle. The hallway was empty except one girl about his age, dressed in black muggle clothing.
{Scimitar, Dagger, Blade, Bugnuks, Monofilament Wire, Staff, Whip, Knives, Shuriken,} the female voice said as the girl at the end of the hallway tilted her head, the light catching her vivid blue eyes. Those eyes reminded him of the Harbinger, they glowed with Power... could she be?
{Bladewhip, nice choice. Did you know that my teacher was called Scimitar? But he didn't really teach me, he just wrote a book that I found.}
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked out loud, his own icy silver eyes narrowing.
//Yay, more blood!// Hak cheered.
"Shut up," Draco muttered.
The girl skipped forward, her blue eyes flashing playfully. "I'm Rosanna, but the muggles I've collected call me Angel. Are you one of the British Weapons? I was going to go there, but you've come to me. I'm so happy," the girl seemed to babble, ignoring his comment to Hak as though she understood that it wasn't to her.
"What the hell are you talking about? Yes I'm from England, why the hell do they call you Angel, where the fuck am I, and are you a Living Weapon?" He could sense the Power about her, but it wasn't the same as it was around himself, Gunn, Dart, Katar, and Weapon. There was both something missing and something extra.
She giggled. "You'll have to come either to my apartment or the Center before I can answer your first question. As to the rest... You're in Michigan in the United States of America, and I'm a Weapon-in-Training as my handbook was kind enough to point out."
He growled, she giggled (which contrasted starkly with her black clothing and hair, damn she almost sounds like a bubble-head), and the two left the school, giving Rosanna a chance to show off her mental abilities by making the guards think they had signed passes that didn't exist anywhere.
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A/N: *Gasp, pant* *leans against the wall for support* OK. Here it is. 3 and a half pages (in ms word) for you to enjoy. Not as long as some people's chapters, but it's got stuff in it. So be happy ^-^
Apologies if Draco or Hak are OOC, if they are, I may/may-not fix it later ^-^ Now onto the reviews!
Earundra: I'm sorry, I missed you last time 'cause you didn't review the 3rd chapter! I'm really glad you like this! Keep reading! And reviewing, please ^-^
Scamber Dragon: Oh wow... how much SUGAR did you consume? ^-^ I'm glad you're liking it, and to answer your questions: 1) I'm not sure, if The Itch really wants her to go to Britain after she's named, I guess she can have her ^-^ But she'll probably just chill here in the USA ^-^ 2) No, she won't be teaching any Weapons. She will (which I probably won't actually show) teach them to use their innate abilities. Like Steel is telepathic but doesn't have any training. She'll teach him that. But no more Living Weapons. 3) It's ok to forget. Just ask if you remember!
Autumn Ice: I'm horrible at action, but I try ^-^ I've just been really trying to catch up with The Itch so I could take Draco in ^-^ I'll try to put more action in, but like I said, I'm horrible at it ^-^
Kalih: Here ya go! Was that fast 'nuff for ya? *grins* and I liked the table-top RP... but I prefer online text based RP that doesn't depend on rolls of the dice. So what'cha think of this chapter?
Caroline Hal: I knoooooooow! My chapters are so short! It's horrible. I feel so bad about it, but I can't help it. If I go any longer, they'll never get posted! So what'd ya think of this chapter?
howling wolf: ^-^
The Itch: Third week of January! *bounces* dun dun duh! Did I do OK? Was Hak all right? How about Draco? I'm so nervous! Oh! You had this one thing in one of your replies to me (Maybe in a review reply... don't remember, but I'll find it if you OK it) that I wanted to use, the part about how Draco would react to Rosanna's wings. ^-^ Can I use it? I'll dig it up ^-^ let me know? If you don't say no, I'll go ahead and quote it! ^-^ *bounces*
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: We're trying for a faster update here... yes we are. I swear
//...// 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 ^...^ (cute....) is going to be telepathy when I get to it, not sure if I'll use it here or not, but eh.
Chapter 5/?
~~~~ Sometime later! ~~~~
Well, to sum up what's happened over the school year, nearly the entire senior class has been recruited to the Balance. A few students had to be eliminated since they were too strong-willed to conform, so there were a great many 'run-a-ways' this year. Part of the junior class has also been converted. Rosanna was working fairly slowly from the top down since it was likely she would loose the chance to grab the seniors if they graduated before she made it that far.
The band members had come over collectively and with little help, as had most of the jocks. The pretty cheerleaders had collectively run away (A/N: *smirk*) and been un-replaceable since no one really wanted to show school spirit.
Grade soared as everyone studied together so they could practice together.
And all of the converted students sported a tiny black rose with white leaves tattooed onto their bodies. Some inspired rebels had even opted to have the Mark placed on their faces.
It was a good thing that this school didn't have any metal detectors because the converted students almost all carried some sort of weapon with them. Many opted for the small guns supplied by the mob members who had also been brought into the fray. Very helpful in getting enough weaponry for her minions.
There was also a rash of hackers with the latest laptops from Japan along with cell phones and other electronics, also supplied by the lovely mob. It was brilliant, to recruit the local crime lords, carefully introduce her hypnotic talent into their minds. She now had access to drugs, weapons, and technology that was banned in the US.
Which led to the following conversation one night.
~~~~ At Rosanna's Apartment ~~~~
/I'm thinking of going to Britain, Teva,/ Rosanna thought to the voice in her head.
//What, tired of just me and the humans all ready?// came the sarcastic reply.
/As a matter of fact-/ she was cut off by her cell ringing.
Flipping it open, she held it to her ear. "What?" she queried. The only people with this number were the hackers and her direct underlings anyway.
"Angel, I've found a rather interesting thing. You know those schools of magic you told us about?" came the voice of Lanara, the top hacker in her little group.
"Yes, what about them?"
"Well, it appears that some of the satellites in orbit with cameras are positioned to watch various magical schools across the world. I've got a room set up with monitors showing each of the twelve schools I've found so far. I know there's one in Britain, but I can't find the satellite that's watching it. I may need to shift another one if you want to look at that school."
"Good, good. Let me know how that works out, I do want to watch the British school. Contact me when you can find it."
Rosanna flipped her phone shut, ending the conversation and smiled slowly.
/When she finds that school in Britain, I'll have somewhere to go to start my search. I wonder how soon I could book tickets to England?/ she mused absently as she dressed for school.
//Well, fine. Be that way. We're doing just fine on our own and you want to traipse off and find someone living who can give you directions, I get it. You don't want me around anymore,// Teva said in a pissy voice.
/That's not-/ tried Rosanna.
//That's just fine,// Teva continued without acknowledging her. //See if I care! You're such a blond sometimes!// And then there was silence.
/... Teva?/ Rosanna queried. There was no answer.
~~~~~ The third week of January, about mid-day ~~~~~
Still nothing from Teva. A week! And entire week of no voice in her head. She was starting to go insane without anyone to talk to. She'd left her Center rather un-tended, though her grip on the rebels was still tight. Nothing could shake her grip on mere muggle minds, even in this state of partial power.
She'd breezed through her day at school, carefully collecting a few more recruits for the Balance. She'd garnered several stares with her light clothing of black tank-top, black jeans, and black combat boots. No jacket, except the black leather trench in her locker. And this school didn't really keep the warmest winter temperatures.
As she was moving from one class to the next, a wash of energy slammed into her. She was shoved up against a wall by the sheer power behind it. When the lights that filled her eyes faded, there was a power signature nearby that could only be that of a Living Weapon.
She grinned suddenly, scaring the poor little freshmen nearby into turning down a different hallway.
Ignoring the warning bell, she turned down a hall, towards the Power that she sensed.
~~~~~ Sort of Draco's POV ~~~~~~
/I can't bloody believe that I'm in a bloody muggle school,/ he thought as he stalked gracefully through the hallways.
//That's a lot of 'blood'... maybe we should paint the walls with it,// came Hak's reply.
A grin curved his lips and a shiver ran through everyone who saw it. Such an evil look on the gorgeous boy's face.
{Living Weapon,} a feminine voice murmured in his ear with an oddly echo-y quality. He stopped dead and slowly turned in a full circle. The hallway was empty except one girl about his age, dressed in black muggle clothing.
{Scimitar, Dagger, Blade, Bugnuks, Monofilament Wire, Staff, Whip, Knives, Shuriken,} the female voice said as the girl at the end of the hallway tilted her head, the light catching her vivid blue eyes. Those eyes reminded him of the Harbinger, they glowed with Power... could she be?
{Bladewhip, nice choice. Did you know that my teacher was called Scimitar? But he didn't really teach me, he just wrote a book that I found.}
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked out loud, his own icy silver eyes narrowing.
//Yay, more blood!// Hak cheered.
"Shut up," Draco muttered.
The girl skipped forward, her blue eyes flashing playfully. "I'm Rosanna, but the muggles I've collected call me Angel. Are you one of the British Weapons? I was going to go there, but you've come to me. I'm so happy," the girl seemed to babble, ignoring his comment to Hak as though she understood that it wasn't to her.
"What the hell are you talking about? Yes I'm from England, why the hell do they call you Angel, where the fuck am I, and are you a Living Weapon?" He could sense the Power about her, but it wasn't the same as it was around himself, Gunn, Dart, Katar, and Weapon. There was both something missing and something extra.
She giggled. "You'll have to come either to my apartment or the Center before I can answer your first question. As to the rest... You're in Michigan in the United States of America, and I'm a Weapon-in-Training as my handbook was kind enough to point out."
He growled, she giggled (which contrasted starkly with her black clothing and hair, damn she almost sounds like a bubble-head), and the two left the school, giving Rosanna a chance to show off her mental abilities by making the guards think they had signed passes that didn't exist anywhere.
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A/N: *Gasp, pant* *leans against the wall for support* OK. Here it is. 3 and a half pages (in ms word) for you to enjoy. Not as long as some people's chapters, but it's got stuff in it. So be happy ^-^
Apologies if Draco or Hak are OOC, if they are, I may/may-not fix it later ^-^ Now onto the reviews!
Earundra: I'm sorry, I missed you last time 'cause you didn't review the 3rd chapter! I'm really glad you like this! Keep reading! And reviewing, please ^-^
Scamber Dragon: Oh wow... how much SUGAR did you consume? ^-^ I'm glad you're liking it, and to answer your questions: 1) I'm not sure, if The Itch really wants her to go to Britain after she's named, I guess she can have her ^-^ But she'll probably just chill here in the USA ^-^ 2) No, she won't be teaching any Weapons. She will (which I probably won't actually show) teach them to use their innate abilities. Like Steel is telepathic but doesn't have any training. She'll teach him that. But no more Living Weapons. 3) It's ok to forget. Just ask if you remember!
Autumn Ice: I'm horrible at action, but I try ^-^ I've just been really trying to catch up with The Itch so I could take Draco in ^-^ I'll try to put more action in, but like I said, I'm horrible at it ^-^
Kalih: Here ya go! Was that fast 'nuff for ya? *grins* and I liked the table-top RP... but I prefer online text based RP that doesn't depend on rolls of the dice. So what'cha think of this chapter?
Caroline Hal: I knoooooooow! My chapters are so short! It's horrible. I feel so bad about it, but I can't help it. If I go any longer, they'll never get posted! So what'd ya think of this chapter?
howling wolf: ^-^
The Itch: Third week of January! *bounces* dun dun duh! Did I do OK? Was Hak all right? How about Draco? I'm so nervous! Oh! You had this one thing in one of your replies to me (Maybe in a review reply... don't remember, but I'll find it if you OK it) that I wanted to use, the part about how Draco would react to Rosanna's wings. ^-^ Can I use it? I'll dig it up ^-^ let me know? If you don't say no, I'll go ahead and quote it! ^-^ *bounces*