Chapter 1: The Sleeping Beast awakens..
((If you want appropriate background music for this chapter, I highly recommend Queensryche - Breaking the Silence, the music I played while writing it. This music can be found on the Operation: Mindcrime album.))
Armitage awoke in her bedroom with Ross beside her. Looking around, she gathered her bearings, remembering where she was. Sitting straight up, she remembered the dream that had woken her up. No, no dream, more like a nightmare.
***Dream** The sky was black as pitch; the rain was falling in sheets. She stood in the middle of a street. Numerous Thirds and Seconds, looking like the same person stood in the rain, on both sides of the street, watching her advance to the man in the center of the street. A well-built man, wearing a black outfit, with a black cape. His eyes covered by black glasses, he stood without moving, waiting her approach.
"Who are you?!" Naomi demands, as she slowly advanced on the man.
The figure smirks, the smirk turning into a laugh. As the horrible laugh continued, his body shimmered with an indescribable aura. Armitage pulls her gun from its holster, and trains it on the man's head, the laser sight pinpointing the center of his head.
"Last chance! I said, who are you?!"
A voice, as smooth as silk, yet as hard as titanium spoke to her.
"Why. I am but a simple servant. I have been sent here, to finish what my associate Rene van Claude started. While he was a simpering buffoon, I am a Holy Acolyte of the Stormfist coven. My master has sent me here to finish annihilating the Thirds. and their legacy. As in this!"
With a gesture of his hand, the capsule behind him lights up, a small figure found within. As Armitage looked very closely, the figure opened its eyes, and reached out for her.
"Yoko!! You bastard, what are you doing with my daughter?!"
"She is. simply my guest. After all, the child of a human and a Third is quite a find. My superiors will appreciate this offering to their research. After I finish destroying every Third I come across."
"I swear I'll kill you!" The words flew from her mouth, and the trigger was pulled. The bullet flew through the air, seeming to slow until it was almost not moving. was it Armitage's imagination? Was this a bad Matrix-remake? No, it wasn't, as the bullet turned around, and accelerated back towards her. As she ducked to the side to dodge it, the cloaked figure started to laugh.
"You see? You stand no chance against my powers. Now. prepare to perish, 'Dark Angel' Armitage!! By the Goddess I summon my energy.. Soulfire!!!"
The bluish-white flames lick out from his hand, engulfing Armitage, her screams echoing in the air, breaking the silence of the night. ***Dream end***
"Who was that man? Why did he have my daughter? .And what is this 'soulfire'? What's going on here?!" She got up, slipping out of bed, and into her robe. Sitting at the kitchen table, she gathers and orders her thoughts. Hearing thunder, she looks out the window, watching the rain pour down.
In an all-night diner, downtown, a man sat at the table. A relatively good- looking man, he drew the stares of the lonely waitresses serving him. His short blonde hair contrasted with his oddly colored silver eyes. Having finished his meal, and paid for it, he reads over the document he had received.
"The Stormfist acolyte known as Fallen Angel has been sent to Mars to find and destroy Naomi Armitage, and take her daughter prisoner. Your mission is to find her, and protect her. Above all costs, however, you MUST protect Yoko Armitage. Her existence is absolutely vital. In addition, the Thirds are being targeted, by the backer of this operation, presumably in the name of racial purity for the humans. We expect you to get to the bottom of this. May the spirits of the ancients watch over you."
"Fallen Angel. If I remember, his name's Malachite. Don't remember the last name, but it's not important. I'll have to hunt him down. Damn Stormfist warriors. Always hiring their services out to the highest bidder. No sense of honor, unlike the Shadowstar coven. Oh well, to each his own, and I guess I've gotta get to work."
With a pleasant nod to the waitress, he walks out, the rain seeming to flow around him, but not actually touching him. Getting on his motorcycle, he starts it up, and drives off, heading for the known address of Naomi Armitage.
------------------------------------------- Ok, this is my first REAL fanfic, let me know what you think. As you read this, I'm working on Chapter 2. Let me know (honestly) what you think. I promise Chapter 2 will be quite a bit longer, and more interesting.
-OniichanParson
((If you want appropriate background music for this chapter, I highly recommend Queensryche - Breaking the Silence, the music I played while writing it. This music can be found on the Operation: Mindcrime album.))
Armitage awoke in her bedroom with Ross beside her. Looking around, she gathered her bearings, remembering where she was. Sitting straight up, she remembered the dream that had woken her up. No, no dream, more like a nightmare.
***Dream** The sky was black as pitch; the rain was falling in sheets. She stood in the middle of a street. Numerous Thirds and Seconds, looking like the same person stood in the rain, on both sides of the street, watching her advance to the man in the center of the street. A well-built man, wearing a black outfit, with a black cape. His eyes covered by black glasses, he stood without moving, waiting her approach.
"Who are you?!" Naomi demands, as she slowly advanced on the man.
The figure smirks, the smirk turning into a laugh. As the horrible laugh continued, his body shimmered with an indescribable aura. Armitage pulls her gun from its holster, and trains it on the man's head, the laser sight pinpointing the center of his head.
"Last chance! I said, who are you?!"
A voice, as smooth as silk, yet as hard as titanium spoke to her.
"Why. I am but a simple servant. I have been sent here, to finish what my associate Rene van Claude started. While he was a simpering buffoon, I am a Holy Acolyte of the Stormfist coven. My master has sent me here to finish annihilating the Thirds. and their legacy. As in this!"
With a gesture of his hand, the capsule behind him lights up, a small figure found within. As Armitage looked very closely, the figure opened its eyes, and reached out for her.
"Yoko!! You bastard, what are you doing with my daughter?!"
"She is. simply my guest. After all, the child of a human and a Third is quite a find. My superiors will appreciate this offering to their research. After I finish destroying every Third I come across."
"I swear I'll kill you!" The words flew from her mouth, and the trigger was pulled. The bullet flew through the air, seeming to slow until it was almost not moving. was it Armitage's imagination? Was this a bad Matrix-remake? No, it wasn't, as the bullet turned around, and accelerated back towards her. As she ducked to the side to dodge it, the cloaked figure started to laugh.
"You see? You stand no chance against my powers. Now. prepare to perish, 'Dark Angel' Armitage!! By the Goddess I summon my energy.. Soulfire!!!"
The bluish-white flames lick out from his hand, engulfing Armitage, her screams echoing in the air, breaking the silence of the night. ***Dream end***
"Who was that man? Why did he have my daughter? .And what is this 'soulfire'? What's going on here?!" She got up, slipping out of bed, and into her robe. Sitting at the kitchen table, she gathers and orders her thoughts. Hearing thunder, she looks out the window, watching the rain pour down.
In an all-night diner, downtown, a man sat at the table. A relatively good- looking man, he drew the stares of the lonely waitresses serving him. His short blonde hair contrasted with his oddly colored silver eyes. Having finished his meal, and paid for it, he reads over the document he had received.
"The Stormfist acolyte known as Fallen Angel has been sent to Mars to find and destroy Naomi Armitage, and take her daughter prisoner. Your mission is to find her, and protect her. Above all costs, however, you MUST protect Yoko Armitage. Her existence is absolutely vital. In addition, the Thirds are being targeted, by the backer of this operation, presumably in the name of racial purity for the humans. We expect you to get to the bottom of this. May the spirits of the ancients watch over you."
"Fallen Angel. If I remember, his name's Malachite. Don't remember the last name, but it's not important. I'll have to hunt him down. Damn Stormfist warriors. Always hiring their services out to the highest bidder. No sense of honor, unlike the Shadowstar coven. Oh well, to each his own, and I guess I've gotta get to work."
With a pleasant nod to the waitress, he walks out, the rain seeming to flow around him, but not actually touching him. Getting on his motorcycle, he starts it up, and drives off, heading for the known address of Naomi Armitage.
------------------------------------------- Ok, this is my first REAL fanfic, let me know what you think. As you read this, I'm working on Chapter 2. Let me know (honestly) what you think. I promise Chapter 2 will be quite a bit longer, and more interesting.
-OniichanParson