Fo'chizzle my nizzle! I survived, isn't that lovely? I showed her what's what. You can't mess with the big man, the head honcho, the number one… Isabel ain't coming back. She better not anyway…
For breakaway_republic, thanks for telling me what I did wrong about the timeframe of the story. Also thank you for some ideas to help me out; you are one of the best authors out there.
Jim Hawking Jr.: Thanks for putting my story on you favorites. And as for your review, I just typed up the beginning. It's long, isn't it. So for now on…I'm going to take my time. I might even get more reviews.
And finally, this is for Mercy Angel 09: Keep going with your story! It's great! And if you ever find out who erased you're Inuyasha fic, just tell me and I'll get things straightened out for you. Love ya!
I'm actually going to put in the disclaimer again! So here it is: Outlaw Star and the characters, ships, and settings that are in the series belong to Sunrise and that other guy. I own the Hellraisers. If you want to use them, email me the address is on my profile page.
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Decent into the Darkness
Written by: Ansem Revived
Chapter 10: To Get Power…(Part one)
Harry, you deserve this power, more than anyone… All those people that hurt you…
Kill them…
Hunt them down like the animals they are.
Then and only then…you will get the power that sleeps within you.
And remember…
I will be there to guide you…
Harry's flashed open suddenly. He sat up in his bed. Bed? What am I doing back on my—
He gasped…He was back in his room. But how? This can't be possible. Where's Thomas? Harry looked around his room. The window was shut, only showing part of the glass dome that surrounded Magusser 9 and the stars in space. He then looked around the rest of the room. His clothes still discarded on the floor, his bow on his dresser, and the alarm clock that read 8 AM. What? My room…what the hell am I doing in my room. What the hell am I doing back in my apartment? Harry turned his head to the door. "How could I get in here if the door was locked?" He got up from his bed and walked to the door. He twisted the knob.
And miraculously…
It twisted all the way.
"No." Harry prevented himself from pulling the door. "What if it's dark in there? What if the front door is locked again? What do I do?" He started to punch the door, trying to find out what might happen if he left the room where he could actually see his own two hands.
Go through, Harry…
"Thomas? Is that you?" Harry looked around. The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere.
Don't fear the darkness… It has given you another chance.
"What do you mean 'another chance'?"
Kill them, Harry… Get them before they lock you up for good…Harry figured it out. "You're right, I have to. I thank the darkness for giving me a chance to prevent my fate." With his conscience firm, hr pulled his door. He closed his eyes and said aloud: "I DON'T FEAR THE DARKNESS! I WELCOME IT!"
He walked through and opened his eyes…
There was no darkness; everything was normal. But there was something different…
a sound…almost like someone…snoring.
"Ron," whispered Harry. I have to get him before he gets me…now's the perfect opportunity. He may be stronger than me, but I know as a fact that it's easier to kill a sleeping bear than when it's wide awake.
But how? He had no weapons, only his brother did… Unless he could sneak into Ron's room, steal his S&W*, and shoot head with it. "No, he'll wake up and try to stop me." Then it dawned on him. A knife! Harry ran towards the kitchen, making heavy thumping sounds beneath his feet. "I'll get him, I got this chance to gain ultimate power and I'm going to use it!" He pulled open the knife drawer and started do dig for the best one. "Come on! Where is it?" Then there it was, an 10-inch Earth-made stainless steel knife. Its wooden handle had the numbers 2251/10169 on it.
"Hey. Good morning, Harry. Are you going to cook something with that?" Harry took his attention from the soon-to-be murder weapon to the figure standing in the doorway beside him.
"Ron, what a pleasant surprise. I was going to wake you up, but it seems like you already have." Harry put on a fake smile while closing the drawer with a loud shut.
"Umm, yeah… So anyway, what are you cooking for breakfast?" Ron scratched his back and pulled his striped shirt back down.
Now is the perfect time…Harry started to walk towards his brother. "I hate you," he said in a malevolent tone of voice.
Now concerned, Ron said, "What's the matter, Harry?"
"You…" The knife made a gleam that made it almost like an oblong eye. This almost made Ron terrified.
He looked at Harry's face and sow nothing but pure hatred written all over it, from his widened purple eyes to his closed mouth. Then he suddenly realized…
That his own brother was going to kill him. "Harry." He said calmly, "Don't do anything you're going to regret." Ron started to step back towards the living room. Harry was right in front of him holding the knife.
"Don't worry, this is what I was going to worry about." He came closer, but Ron stepped back.
"Look Harry, what are you talking about?" Ron tried to sound negotiable as possible; it was hard enough to hide his fear.
Get him, Harry… I know you can do it…
Harry didn't answer back; Thomas's voice was ushering him. But instead, he simply grinned and approached his victim at the same steady pace.
Ron kept stepping back. Then, to add more to his problem, his legs gave away when he accidentally backed up into the arm of the couch. He fell in it, then he looked up at Harry who was looming over him. He started to scream. "NO, HARRY DON'T!!!"
Harry tightened his grasp on the kitchen knife. "SHUT UP, RON! I know what you were going to do, you sick bastard... You and me; the McDougall brothers. Every bounty we gotten together, every defeat we encountered together... After all we been through...I can't believe you were going to try to seal me up in some dark cesspool. I actually trusted you." He raised the blade upward over his head; staring at Ron's pitiful figure.
"I'm sorry, Ron, but in order to get my revenge on all the people that have and were going to hurt me and the power that rests inside of me…I have get rid of my vengeance for you by doing so first."
"Please Harry, please…" This was the first time Harry actually seen Ron break down into a whimpering child, he almost didn't want to kill him.
But you know, Harry… He was going to lock you up within darkness. That's just as bad as killing someone.
He's right, thought Harry. He took one last look at his brother. Everything's going to be different without him…
"Goodbye, Ron." And with that said, Harry brought the knife down on Ron. Once… Twice… Then on and on and on….
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HIYA, Ffolkes!!!! This is only part one of chapter 10. I would have posted all of it, but I'm tired. It's 3:42 AM. I need my 18 hours of sleep. (I skip daylight).
I know this chapter and some past chapters were confusing. If you knew the conflict, it wouldn't be as bad. But surprisingly, I have put it in already. You're just going to have to put-two and two together.
Ansem Revived.