Blackened Sunrise: An American Weapon
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: Please, don't hurt the author for OOC-ness and general stupidity! Also, don't hurt the Author when you search for Teva. Also, when I tried to put in a link to BS, it cut my story up into little bitty bits! What happened!! -.-
//...// is the Power /.../ is a Weapon 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 6/?
Running her mind down the links she held with those she controlled, she dismissed the few practicing adults. Most were at their normal jobs, it being the middle of a weekday. Very few were actually at the Center except for Steel.
The girl glanced over her shoulder at the boy behind her, she smiled faintly as the sun glittered gently off his flesh. She had already noted the band around his ankle and the Power that was being pushed through it and the way it seemed to bind him in a loose fashion. Hm.
As they neared the Center, the boy spoke.
"Where the bloody hell are we going?" he asked almost petulantly.
"To the Center!" was her cheeky reply, her blue eyes flashing as she turned to walk backward and grin at him. She had stopped to grab her jacket and it flared around her in a way that might make Snape take notes (A/N: I soooo wish... really. Can I have Sev too? Please? *reaches for Sev with out-stretched fingers).
His icy silver eyes narrowed at her and he stopped walking. She followed suit and smiled sweetly at him. "The Center is at Hogwarts."
She made a clucking sound and winked at him with a giggle. "That's only A Center. This is another Center. I'm thinking of naming it the Detroit Center of Balance, or the DCB. What do you think, silly isn't it? Great, I thought so too! Come on then!" she babbled swiftly, turning and sprinting down the road easily, seemingly heading for a church.
Draco had no choice but to follow while thinking to himself (and Hak!), /DCB, huh? That could easily stand for Draco's Center of Balance. I kind of like it./
//Oh,// "Shut up," Draco replied, saying the last bit out loud without realizing it.
Up ahead, Rosanna glanced over her shoulder, before sprinting ahead at a faster pace, her mind whispering, /Teva?/ but getting no answer.
Soon they reached the church and she skidded to a halt. Draco barely managed to avoid slamming into her. Thank the Power for the agility he'd worked for. It would have been slightly embarrassing.
With arms spread wide, Rosanna turned to look at Draco. "Behold, the Center of Balance."
From the outside, it was rather shabby. The only interesting thing about it was that instead of a cross bearing some guy nailed to it, there was a carving of an angel, wings spread, arms open, gracing the front of the building. The church's title, once Saint Cathrine's (A/N: This is random, and if there's a St. Cathrine's around here, I don't know and I'm just using this 'cause I can't remember the actual name of the church that inspired this one.), was now Anthriel's.
The church sported stained glass windows done in the shape of roses. The petals were red and they were on fields of blue with twisting green stems.
"Nice," he said uncertainly.
She only grinned and whirled, her jacket swirling out behind her as she bounded up the steps and through double doors held open by a middle-aged man with hair that alternated strands of white and black. Draco raised an eyebrow at this but followed the Weapon-In-Training into her Center, eyeing the muggle before him with distaste, noting the tiny black rose tattooed on the web between his thumb and pointer finger on his right hand.
The door shut behind him, unnoticed as he stopped and stared in confusion.
The interior of the church was bathed in shadows and blood, or at least it seemed so as light streamed through the windows that now held roses with black and white petals and black stems, amidst fields of blood red glass. There was nothing inside the church except for a raised dais at the opposite end and doors leading off from the main entrance. Well, there was also a fountain near the doors, but it seemed not to hold his attention.
//Oooo, a fountain. Smells like Power,// Hak said to Draco.
The girl, who was stretched out on the dais and looking at him, giggled. "There is Power there. Anything that drinks or bathes from the water becomes part of the Angel's army," she said loudly enough for Draco to hear.
He turned his head sharply to look at her with narrowed eyes. "How did you..."
"Hear him? It's easy. Teva's not talking to me, and I'm wide open to the Power waiting for her to come back. If he stopped talking to you, you might hear the other voices the Power takes," she said simply, climbing to her feet.
He growled and folded his arms across his chest, glaring at her. "Now why do they call you Angel?" he changed subjects rather abruptly. He didn't want to talk about not hearing Hak.
//I didn't know you cared,// Hak said mischievously.
/I don't, now shut up./
Rosanna giggled again and then shrugged out of her jacket so it fell to the dais behind her. Power rippled, then twisted around her as she began to change, gaining height, growing more slender. Her skin paled as her eyes slanted just slightly and her features became more delicate. Her eyes narrowed suddenly and a wave of Power washed over her from head to toe, leaving her naked but changed in its wake. thumb-sized white and black scales covered her breasts and hips while pin-head sized white scales covered the rest of her body. Instead of eyebrows, she had delicately shaped curves of tiny black scales above her eyes. The only reason Draco could tell was because of his enhanced vision. And even from across the room, he had to strain to see the scales. Her's lacked the shine that his did, except for the larger scales, those reflected light like there was no tomorrow.
She still had on a belt however, sporting her long daggers and several throwing knives. She had blades strapped to her calves, thighs, and wrists. She was unwilling to give up her weapons even if she didn't really need them.
"I still see no reason to call you Angel," he taunted her. And was confused to only get back a smile as she tipped her head forward and arched her back like a cat.
And a sound that he remembered, the same one that had come from Harry at the end of the Holidays, rushed through the air. Flesh tore, skin and blood flew, and giant wings extended and dripped gore from razor sharp feathers. One black wing and one white wing. Truly a creature of the Balance, he thought to himself.
/Much like Harry, unlike you,/ Hak taunted him.
And that clicked something in his brain and he scowled.
"You've got wings," he stated flatly. "Why didn't *I* get wings!? This sucks troll balls!" his voice grew rather whiney.
Rosanna lifted one false eyebrow and tipped her head to grin at him. "Really? No wings? Such a pity. Mine are ever so handy."
//Oh goody, look at the mess you get yourself into when I leave you alone for a few days,// Teva whispered in her mind, giving the impression of a sigh and a shaking head.
Draco looked pissed and he was pulling the Power out of the ankle-band that had earlier intrigued the girl.
//Get ready to fight, hun,// the Power continued as Rosanna watched in rapt fascination while Draco's eyes began to glow silver.
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A/N: Yes, I'm evil. That's all you get tonight. It's about 3 pages of typing in MSWord. *yawns* my work schedule is trying to kill me. 9am- 2:30pm Friday, 3pm-11pm Saturday, 10am-3:30pm Sunday, and 3pm-11pm Monday *cries* It's not fair ~_~ I'm almost falling asleep at work. I usually work 3-11 and wander around online until about 6 or 7am, then go to sleep and get up at 2pm. Yeah, I'm a night owl, can you tell?
But my boss is being sadistic. Next week Friday (not this coming one, but the one after) I have to be at work at 7am! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. He's evil and mean (But he's still the best boss I've ever had.)
Now onto the reviews!
howling wolf: Why don't you ask The Itch if you can write a spin-off too? ^- ^ She probably won't mind! If I *do* make another character (so unlikely) it'll probably actually be more of a physical form of Teva. That's the only way I can see myself making another Weapon-Type character.
Scamber Dragon: Not teaching Steel yet, may not even write about it ^-^ I'm so effil. But honestly... shouldn't you lay off the sugar hun? =^-^= I'm sure it's not good for you. But look! I brought Teva back! Aren't you happy? ^_^
Autumn Ice: Well, she's back, and I'm not telling just yet where she went ^- ^ It's a secret that'll have to wait until after the fight! I'm trying to update every few days, so I hope this wasn't too long of a wait for you!
Caroline Hal: I'm glad! How was this chapter?
wicchick: Well, the Weapons are gonna fight, so I assume there will be blood. Not sure How I'll work it, but eh. We'll see. To answer your questions about the books, NO. The Book that Rosanna got (if you read the first chapter) is a teaching guide on how to become a Living Weapon. The Book with the info about how to kill Living Weapons is a totally different book that's at Hogwarts. So unless Lily hid the pages in Scimitar's How-To book, Draco isn't gonna find the answers Harry wants here.
Kalih: Did you try to do an angry face with the greater and less-than signs? It looked like it. If you wrote more after that, it cute it off. Stupid FFN. I've had to resort to ~_~ instead now. And that just looks tired, not mad. Oh well. And The Itch confirmed that Hak was OOC last chapter, I tried harder this chapter, so we'll have to see. And Draco is fairly IC as far as I can tell ^-^ But just look! You get more Teva next chapter! Aren't you excited?
The Itch: *rubs her hands together* ok. How was that? Did I do better with Hak this time? I tried for insults, not sure how it worked ~_~ (Note, this is angry... not tired, ANGRY DAMNIT!) And I know, but Teva's a bitch sometimes. Whoever said that your teachers had to be nice? (*coughcoughSnapecoughcough*)
Kattie: I looked up 'dirk' and it didn't say anything about length. Descriptions I seem to remember about dirks follow along the lines of 'double-edged, rather triangular, knives' meaning not as long as daggers, but good enough to cut stuff with. Maybe you're right and I'm wrong ~_~ (he's angry, I swear... he's not napping... *cut off by snoring* *sigh*) Could you tell me where to find more information about dirks?
A/N: *sighs gustily* that took a while. Yay! *grins* so many lovely reviews. I am a well-fed author. And no flames yet ^-^ I rock *nods to herself* Now to grab a nap before I have to get up and go to work.
PLEASE REVIEW (so I can chat with you!)
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N: Please, don't hurt the author for OOC-ness and general stupidity! Also, don't hurt the Author when you search for Teva. Also, when I tried to put in a link to BS, it cut my story up into little bitty bits! What happened!! -.-
//...// is the Power /.../ is a Weapon 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 6/?
Running her mind down the links she held with those she controlled, she dismissed the few practicing adults. Most were at their normal jobs, it being the middle of a weekday. Very few were actually at the Center except for Steel.
The girl glanced over her shoulder at the boy behind her, she smiled faintly as the sun glittered gently off his flesh. She had already noted the band around his ankle and the Power that was being pushed through it and the way it seemed to bind him in a loose fashion. Hm.
As they neared the Center, the boy spoke.
"Where the bloody hell are we going?" he asked almost petulantly.
"To the Center!" was her cheeky reply, her blue eyes flashing as she turned to walk backward and grin at him. She had stopped to grab her jacket and it flared around her in a way that might make Snape take notes (A/N: I soooo wish... really. Can I have Sev too? Please? *reaches for Sev with out-stretched fingers).
His icy silver eyes narrowed at her and he stopped walking. She followed suit and smiled sweetly at him. "The Center is at Hogwarts."
She made a clucking sound and winked at him with a giggle. "That's only A Center. This is another Center. I'm thinking of naming it the Detroit Center of Balance, or the DCB. What do you think, silly isn't it? Great, I thought so too! Come on then!" she babbled swiftly, turning and sprinting down the road easily, seemingly heading for a church.
Draco had no choice but to follow while thinking to himself (and Hak!), /DCB, huh? That could easily stand for Draco's Center of Balance. I kind of like it./
//Oh,// "Shut up," Draco replied, saying the last bit out loud without realizing it.
Up ahead, Rosanna glanced over her shoulder, before sprinting ahead at a faster pace, her mind whispering, /Teva?/ but getting no answer.
Soon they reached the church and she skidded to a halt. Draco barely managed to avoid slamming into her. Thank the Power for the agility he'd worked for. It would have been slightly embarrassing.
With arms spread wide, Rosanna turned to look at Draco. "Behold, the Center of Balance."
From the outside, it was rather shabby. The only interesting thing about it was that instead of a cross bearing some guy nailed to it, there was a carving of an angel, wings spread, arms open, gracing the front of the building. The church's title, once Saint Cathrine's (A/N: This is random, and if there's a St. Cathrine's around here, I don't know and I'm just using this 'cause I can't remember the actual name of the church that inspired this one.), was now Anthriel's.
The church sported stained glass windows done in the shape of roses. The petals were red and they were on fields of blue with twisting green stems.
"Nice," he said uncertainly.
She only grinned and whirled, her jacket swirling out behind her as she bounded up the steps and through double doors held open by a middle-aged man with hair that alternated strands of white and black. Draco raised an eyebrow at this but followed the Weapon-In-Training into her Center, eyeing the muggle before him with distaste, noting the tiny black rose tattooed on the web between his thumb and pointer finger on his right hand.
The door shut behind him, unnoticed as he stopped and stared in confusion.
The interior of the church was bathed in shadows and blood, or at least it seemed so as light streamed through the windows that now held roses with black and white petals and black stems, amidst fields of blood red glass. There was nothing inside the church except for a raised dais at the opposite end and doors leading off from the main entrance. Well, there was also a fountain near the doors, but it seemed not to hold his attention.
//Oooo, a fountain. Smells like Power,// Hak said to Draco.
The girl, who was stretched out on the dais and looking at him, giggled. "There is Power there. Anything that drinks or bathes from the water becomes part of the Angel's army," she said loudly enough for Draco to hear.
He turned his head sharply to look at her with narrowed eyes. "How did you..."
"Hear him? It's easy. Teva's not talking to me, and I'm wide open to the Power waiting for her to come back. If he stopped talking to you, you might hear the other voices the Power takes," she said simply, climbing to her feet.
He growled and folded his arms across his chest, glaring at her. "Now why do they call you Angel?" he changed subjects rather abruptly. He didn't want to talk about not hearing Hak.
//I didn't know you cared,// Hak said mischievously.
/I don't, now shut up./
Rosanna giggled again and then shrugged out of her jacket so it fell to the dais behind her. Power rippled, then twisted around her as she began to change, gaining height, growing more slender. Her skin paled as her eyes slanted just slightly and her features became more delicate. Her eyes narrowed suddenly and a wave of Power washed over her from head to toe, leaving her naked but changed in its wake. thumb-sized white and black scales covered her breasts and hips while pin-head sized white scales covered the rest of her body. Instead of eyebrows, she had delicately shaped curves of tiny black scales above her eyes. The only reason Draco could tell was because of his enhanced vision. And even from across the room, he had to strain to see the scales. Her's lacked the shine that his did, except for the larger scales, those reflected light like there was no tomorrow.
She still had on a belt however, sporting her long daggers and several throwing knives. She had blades strapped to her calves, thighs, and wrists. She was unwilling to give up her weapons even if she didn't really need them.
"I still see no reason to call you Angel," he taunted her. And was confused to only get back a smile as she tipped her head forward and arched her back like a cat.
And a sound that he remembered, the same one that had come from Harry at the end of the Holidays, rushed through the air. Flesh tore, skin and blood flew, and giant wings extended and dripped gore from razor sharp feathers. One black wing and one white wing. Truly a creature of the Balance, he thought to himself.
/Much like Harry, unlike you,/ Hak taunted him.
And that clicked something in his brain and he scowled.
"You've got wings," he stated flatly. "Why didn't *I* get wings!? This sucks troll balls!" his voice grew rather whiney.
Rosanna lifted one false eyebrow and tipped her head to grin at him. "Really? No wings? Such a pity. Mine are ever so handy."
//Oh goody, look at the mess you get yourself into when I leave you alone for a few days,// Teva whispered in her mind, giving the impression of a sigh and a shaking head.
Draco looked pissed and he was pulling the Power out of the ankle-band that had earlier intrigued the girl.
//Get ready to fight, hun,// the Power continued as Rosanna watched in rapt fascination while Draco's eyes began to glow silver.
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A/N: Yes, I'm evil. That's all you get tonight. It's about 3 pages of typing in MSWord. *yawns* my work schedule is trying to kill me. 9am- 2:30pm Friday, 3pm-11pm Saturday, 10am-3:30pm Sunday, and 3pm-11pm Monday *cries* It's not fair ~_~ I'm almost falling asleep at work. I usually work 3-11 and wander around online until about 6 or 7am, then go to sleep and get up at 2pm. Yeah, I'm a night owl, can you tell?
But my boss is being sadistic. Next week Friday (not this coming one, but the one after) I have to be at work at 7am! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. He's evil and mean (But he's still the best boss I've ever had.)
Now onto the reviews!
howling wolf: Why don't you ask The Itch if you can write a spin-off too? ^- ^ She probably won't mind! If I *do* make another character (so unlikely) it'll probably actually be more of a physical form of Teva. That's the only way I can see myself making another Weapon-Type character.
Scamber Dragon: Not teaching Steel yet, may not even write about it ^-^ I'm so effil. But honestly... shouldn't you lay off the sugar hun? =^-^= I'm sure it's not good for you. But look! I brought Teva back! Aren't you happy? ^_^
Autumn Ice: Well, she's back, and I'm not telling just yet where she went ^- ^ It's a secret that'll have to wait until after the fight! I'm trying to update every few days, so I hope this wasn't too long of a wait for you!
Caroline Hal: I'm glad! How was this chapter?
wicchick: Well, the Weapons are gonna fight, so I assume there will be blood. Not sure How I'll work it, but eh. We'll see. To answer your questions about the books, NO. The Book that Rosanna got (if you read the first chapter) is a teaching guide on how to become a Living Weapon. The Book with the info about how to kill Living Weapons is a totally different book that's at Hogwarts. So unless Lily hid the pages in Scimitar's How-To book, Draco isn't gonna find the answers Harry wants here.
Kalih: Did you try to do an angry face with the greater and less-than signs? It looked like it. If you wrote more after that, it cute it off. Stupid FFN. I've had to resort to ~_~ instead now. And that just looks tired, not mad. Oh well. And The Itch confirmed that Hak was OOC last chapter, I tried harder this chapter, so we'll have to see. And Draco is fairly IC as far as I can tell ^-^ But just look! You get more Teva next chapter! Aren't you excited?
The Itch: *rubs her hands together* ok. How was that? Did I do better with Hak this time? I tried for insults, not sure how it worked ~_~ (Note, this is angry... not tired, ANGRY DAMNIT!) And I know, but Teva's a bitch sometimes. Whoever said that your teachers had to be nice? (*coughcoughSnapecoughcough*)
Kattie: I looked up 'dirk' and it didn't say anything about length. Descriptions I seem to remember about dirks follow along the lines of 'double-edged, rather triangular, knives' meaning not as long as daggers, but good enough to cut stuff with. Maybe you're right and I'm wrong ~_~ (he's angry, I swear... he's not napping... *cut off by snoring* *sigh*) Could you tell me where to find more information about dirks?
A/N: *sighs gustily* that took a while. Yay! *grins* so many lovely reviews. I am a well-fed author. And no flames yet ^-^ I rock *nods to herself* Now to grab a nap before I have to get up and go to work.
PLEASE REVIEW (so I can chat with you!)