(Sorry that last time's story was so messed up. DIE TEXT EDITING!!!!)
A Massacre And A Nightmare
Part Two,
The Journey
So Far;
"Uh... Hi. My name's Chaconra and um, they wanted me to do the summery of Part One so I guess I'll just get- WAHH! Started... STUPID INK BOTTLES!!!!"
" Well anyway, here's what's happened so far:
Massacre-aka Teragram- has gotten knocked out when an invader drives an attack on the Scaffen's house. Her twin brother, Sigfried get's kidnapped and she get's knocked out. What's worse is that the invader killed her father too! Massacre lost her memories about the invasion and depends at first on her neighbor Cervantes, a "retired" pirate to get some of them back. Later on she leaves to the market and meet's me-Whoa! Curse you random bananas! - Suffering from the loss of slipping over inkbottles. She challenges the owner to a duel while I run off and he gives up anyway. We meet on the roof again where a golem named Astroth joins us. Massacre defeated the giant creature and got her nickname, Massacre. On our way down to meet Cervantes we ran into a wee problem. A strange man blocked our way and- OWWW! Random Walls Stink!!!- If you are interested read on. I'm not forcing you too though..."
"- Sigfried. Your long-lost brother." He looked almost exactly like me too! The only differences were our hair colors, hairstyles and gender.
"Uh, Massacre, why didn't you tell me you had a twin brother?" Chaconra asked nervously edging away.
" Didn't think you wanted to know." I said then turned to Sigfried. "Your alive! Cervantes and I both thought you were gone for go-" I stopped right on the spot because I had been sliced with Sigfried's abnormally large anlace.
" You know for my twin brother I thought you'd be nicer." I pointed out staring at the large wound that had been cut right at my side.
" Sigfried," My twin said," is not here now, leave a message after the beep. Beeeep."
I was super confused until Chaconra trembled,
" Massacre! Look! He's holding... The Hero's Sword!"
I gasped. Chaconra was right! Sigfried was holding the hero's sword. Wait no, let me redo that sentence; Soul Edge had taken over my brother!
" Astroth, come here and deal with the girl while I go hand to hand with_?" The leech's words had broken my train of thought.
" DON'T TELL HIM!" I yelled to Chaconra while Astroth backed me out in a corner.
" Hello again, little worm!" The looks on the scum's face made me do it. I wouldn't have done it otherwise. I took my sword and did my best. Chopping away at his skin and rapidly poking his hands. I knew by the look on Astroth's face that he had helped Soul Edge take over my brother. I just knew. I threw my sword at him and covered my ear's as another scream stole the land. Now it was Soul Edge's turn to get some whopping. When I ran forward to where I had figured out that Soul edge was acculy real, not one of someone's stories, only Chaconra stood there hands shaking, his thin face pale.
" S-Sigfried's still in there. I-I know he is."
Cervantes and I left the market with Chaconra. I managed to convince Cervantes to take him because of two reasons. Number one, He had lots of cool books explaing about Soul Edge. And number two was that he couldn't stay there becaue Soul edge was close, searching for Souls. When the three of us entered Cervantes' house I helped him make dinner while Chaconra set out his blanket in the room Cervantes lended me.
" Cervantes," I weakly asked him," will my brother ever be able to demolish Soul edge's existence inside him?" It was a question that had been bothering me for a long time. Cervantes just turned and smiled weakly at me and asked me to set the table.
That night, I curled up in my covers listening to Chaconra's snores and murmurs about things such as dust bunnies, and something about an inkbottle? I kept reliving the smile on Cervantes' face. I think that he didn't want to tell me something, but I think I already figured it out. The only way for Sigfried o come back was if someone killed him. I had to bite my lip to keep in tears. If only there was another way. I said grace then tried to go to sleep. No use.
"Brother...where ever you -sniff- are, I'm going to try to get- sniff- you back and that-hic- is a promise f-f-from your sister, Massacre." I hadn't meant to say that, it just came out.
"Huz... I will get you someday Inkbottles...Huz"
In the morning Cervantes decided to tell me something.
" There is only one way you can get your brother to get away from Soul edge, and I don't think your up to it..."
" Massacre? Not up to a challenge? She took down Raphile Sorel, and Astroth the golem two times!" Chaconra inquired. It was acculy funny that one of the smartest people I had ever known was forgetting a detail.
" Chaconra, I think Cervantes is talking about my injuries." Defeated Chaconra sheepishly let down his finger.
"Uh-Yeah! I knew that I was just acting! Hee!"
" Well anyway," Cervantes impatiently said, " We're going to have to follow his tracks and see were soul edge's weakness. BUT, we only have three months before Soul Edge permanently takes over. So, do you feel lucky?"
" I think your sorta crazy." Chaconra said glancing at him," Sorry!" He added seeing that Cervantes was not the type to be messed with.
" It's okay, Charcoal-"
" It's Chaconra, but I think Charcoal sounds cooler! -Ow!" Unsurprisingly, Charcoal had tripped over his own feet.
" Maybe I should train you before we go." Cervantes added as a mental note.
" No!" Everyone stared at me.
" My brother is at stake and I won't let Soul edge get him! Let's leave as soon as we can!"
"Just what I've been waiting to hear-er-Massacre. Now pack up and let's go!"
Cervantes had his daughter, Ivy watch the house. He knew he could trust her because she had been real bummed out about something lately.
"Um-Ivy?" I asked. I was sort of scared of teen-agers like Ivy. They were really odd.
"Ya?" She replied looking at her nails.
" Why are you so depressed?" I asked.
" Like you acculy care!?" She exclaimed. " UP YOURS!"
Like I said very weird....
We started out from Leximar and headed into the dreary Auel woods. Owls hooted and I got this eerie feeling like I was being watched.
"Cervantes-" I began.
"Shhh!" He whispered clamping his hands over Charcoal and my mouths. " Someone's here!"
Infract someone was there. There was a lot of rustling until the tricksters decided to show themselves.
"Hello!" One of them said. He was very short and seemed to be made of leaves. His eye's where bright orange and he had sharp claws. Seeing my gape at his claws, he laughed and reassured me,
" You don't need to worry about these old babies. They haven't been used in a Long time."
"Oh!" I exclaimed when I realized he had caught me staring." I'm so sorry! It's just that I've never seen a Jericho!" Jericho's where the people who lived in the Auel woods, protecting trees and rivers from human destruction.
"Ahh, it's okay. You Lexemes are so courageous though." He answered.
"No! Not as brave as you." I answered. His face broke into an enormous blush.
'You're just saying that!"
"No I'm not!" I answered pretending to be cross." after a few seconds I introduced our group.
"Hi! My name's -er- well you can just call me Massacre, that shy one's Charcoal, and the guy with the gloves is Cervantes."
" Hello!"
"Nice to meetcha!" After we were done introducing ourselves, the Jericho took the honors.
" I'm Juno, and the fat one over there is Duncan, the powdery White one's Lucas, He's Galion, and he's Chicoblog."
They all waved and bowed and we followed.
" So, Massacre, you're the leader right?" Juno asked. I shook my head.
"Of course not. If I lead, all of our heads would have gone to the vultures. Cervantes is the leader!"
"Okay, Cervantes, what brings you to this part of the woods?" Cervantes stepped forwards and took over the conversation.
"Well, we're here looking for massacre's twin brother who has, been taken over by Soul Edge..."
I Let Cervantes continue and I looked at Charcoal. His eyes seemed to be glued to the spot on something.
"Charcoal," I whispered, "what are you looking at?" he turned at me and asked,
" Do you know anyone who would be dumb enough to fight with a butcher's knife?
" JUNO!" A young Jericho raced up to him and sputtered, " Juno! Yunsung is invading the towns. We need you come on hurry!"
Cervantes ordered us to follow behind them.
" I've heard of a dirty rotten scum called Yunsung they may need our help though."
Cervantes was right, man does this guy have powers to see into the future, Yunsung was rotten. He had jet-black hair and was extremely full of his image. I think that his image was just nasty though. I mean, who in the world just wears a strip of green cloth just up around the neck and a pair of pants? He was carrying a butcher's blade, like Charcoal said, and spoke really odd. The way he talked, the world seemed to rotate around him. When he saw me he smirked.
"Everyone's looking for you, you know." He slobbered in his un-natural voice.
"I would run if I was you."
I blinked. This dude was nuts.
" Why should I run? I didn't break the law or anything."
Now it was the freak's turn to get confused.
" You killed 6 people, cornered two and busted market property." Seeing the blank look on my face he added," You're Nightmare right?"
"Who, or what, is Nightmare?" Charcoal inquired.
"I'm Massacre." I informed him.
He stuck a finger in my face.
"You're Nightmare, the one who is skilled at sword bearing and-"
" Well, she is good at wheedling swords but she's not Nightmare." Charcoal interrupted.
"She?" Yunsung choked finger suspended in midair.
"Yes, I a girl." I said, then pushed aside his finger, "and it's not polite to point."
All the Jericho's had a good laugh at my comment. Face turning red Yunsung walked strait into Cervantes.
"Tisk, Tisk man, who taught you manners?"
Yunsung's eyes begin to glow eerily.
"Cervantes," he said looking up at him back arched," perfect! Insted of losing my mission, I can turn you in instead and make big bucks," he looked at the Jericho's, "With these guys.' With that he let out an evil laugh. I attempted to hoist out my sword but Cervantes stopped me.
"Let's see what this brat's made of." He turned to Charcoal and me, " Or not made of." Cervantes' eyes began to get red,
"I've never used these guys in a long time so let's see how it goes..."
This is the end of
Book one,
Part two
Of
A Massacre and a Nightmare
Sorry!
(-_-)
Massacre
A Massacre And A Nightmare
Part Two,
The Journey
So Far;
"Uh... Hi. My name's Chaconra and um, they wanted me to do the summery of Part One so I guess I'll just get- WAHH! Started... STUPID INK BOTTLES!!!!"
" Well anyway, here's what's happened so far:
Massacre-aka Teragram- has gotten knocked out when an invader drives an attack on the Scaffen's house. Her twin brother, Sigfried get's kidnapped and she get's knocked out. What's worse is that the invader killed her father too! Massacre lost her memories about the invasion and depends at first on her neighbor Cervantes, a "retired" pirate to get some of them back. Later on she leaves to the market and meet's me-Whoa! Curse you random bananas! - Suffering from the loss of slipping over inkbottles. She challenges the owner to a duel while I run off and he gives up anyway. We meet on the roof again where a golem named Astroth joins us. Massacre defeated the giant creature and got her nickname, Massacre. On our way down to meet Cervantes we ran into a wee problem. A strange man blocked our way and- OWWW! Random Walls Stink!!!- If you are interested read on. I'm not forcing you too though..."
"- Sigfried. Your long-lost brother." He looked almost exactly like me too! The only differences were our hair colors, hairstyles and gender.
"Uh, Massacre, why didn't you tell me you had a twin brother?" Chaconra asked nervously edging away.
" Didn't think you wanted to know." I said then turned to Sigfried. "Your alive! Cervantes and I both thought you were gone for go-" I stopped right on the spot because I had been sliced with Sigfried's abnormally large anlace.
" You know for my twin brother I thought you'd be nicer." I pointed out staring at the large wound that had been cut right at my side.
" Sigfried," My twin said," is not here now, leave a message after the beep. Beeeep."
I was super confused until Chaconra trembled,
" Massacre! Look! He's holding... The Hero's Sword!"
I gasped. Chaconra was right! Sigfried was holding the hero's sword. Wait no, let me redo that sentence; Soul Edge had taken over my brother!
" Astroth, come here and deal with the girl while I go hand to hand with_?" The leech's words had broken my train of thought.
" DON'T TELL HIM!" I yelled to Chaconra while Astroth backed me out in a corner.
" Hello again, little worm!" The looks on the scum's face made me do it. I wouldn't have done it otherwise. I took my sword and did my best. Chopping away at his skin and rapidly poking his hands. I knew by the look on Astroth's face that he had helped Soul Edge take over my brother. I just knew. I threw my sword at him and covered my ear's as another scream stole the land. Now it was Soul Edge's turn to get some whopping. When I ran forward to where I had figured out that Soul edge was acculy real, not one of someone's stories, only Chaconra stood there hands shaking, his thin face pale.
" S-Sigfried's still in there. I-I know he is."
Cervantes and I left the market with Chaconra. I managed to convince Cervantes to take him because of two reasons. Number one, He had lots of cool books explaing about Soul Edge. And number two was that he couldn't stay there becaue Soul edge was close, searching for Souls. When the three of us entered Cervantes' house I helped him make dinner while Chaconra set out his blanket in the room Cervantes lended me.
" Cervantes," I weakly asked him," will my brother ever be able to demolish Soul edge's existence inside him?" It was a question that had been bothering me for a long time. Cervantes just turned and smiled weakly at me and asked me to set the table.
That night, I curled up in my covers listening to Chaconra's snores and murmurs about things such as dust bunnies, and something about an inkbottle? I kept reliving the smile on Cervantes' face. I think that he didn't want to tell me something, but I think I already figured it out. The only way for Sigfried o come back was if someone killed him. I had to bite my lip to keep in tears. If only there was another way. I said grace then tried to go to sleep. No use.
"Brother...where ever you -sniff- are, I'm going to try to get- sniff- you back and that-hic- is a promise f-f-from your sister, Massacre." I hadn't meant to say that, it just came out.
"Huz... I will get you someday Inkbottles...Huz"
In the morning Cervantes decided to tell me something.
" There is only one way you can get your brother to get away from Soul edge, and I don't think your up to it..."
" Massacre? Not up to a challenge? She took down Raphile Sorel, and Astroth the golem two times!" Chaconra inquired. It was acculy funny that one of the smartest people I had ever known was forgetting a detail.
" Chaconra, I think Cervantes is talking about my injuries." Defeated Chaconra sheepishly let down his finger.
"Uh-Yeah! I knew that I was just acting! Hee!"
" Well anyway," Cervantes impatiently said, " We're going to have to follow his tracks and see were soul edge's weakness. BUT, we only have three months before Soul Edge permanently takes over. So, do you feel lucky?"
" I think your sorta crazy." Chaconra said glancing at him," Sorry!" He added seeing that Cervantes was not the type to be messed with.
" It's okay, Charcoal-"
" It's Chaconra, but I think Charcoal sounds cooler! -Ow!" Unsurprisingly, Charcoal had tripped over his own feet.
" Maybe I should train you before we go." Cervantes added as a mental note.
" No!" Everyone stared at me.
" My brother is at stake and I won't let Soul edge get him! Let's leave as soon as we can!"
"Just what I've been waiting to hear-er-Massacre. Now pack up and let's go!"
Cervantes had his daughter, Ivy watch the house. He knew he could trust her because she had been real bummed out about something lately.
"Um-Ivy?" I asked. I was sort of scared of teen-agers like Ivy. They were really odd.
"Ya?" She replied looking at her nails.
" Why are you so depressed?" I asked.
" Like you acculy care!?" She exclaimed. " UP YOURS!"
Like I said very weird....
We started out from Leximar and headed into the dreary Auel woods. Owls hooted and I got this eerie feeling like I was being watched.
"Cervantes-" I began.
"Shhh!" He whispered clamping his hands over Charcoal and my mouths. " Someone's here!"
Infract someone was there. There was a lot of rustling until the tricksters decided to show themselves.
"Hello!" One of them said. He was very short and seemed to be made of leaves. His eye's where bright orange and he had sharp claws. Seeing my gape at his claws, he laughed and reassured me,
" You don't need to worry about these old babies. They haven't been used in a Long time."
"Oh!" I exclaimed when I realized he had caught me staring." I'm so sorry! It's just that I've never seen a Jericho!" Jericho's where the people who lived in the Auel woods, protecting trees and rivers from human destruction.
"Ahh, it's okay. You Lexemes are so courageous though." He answered.
"No! Not as brave as you." I answered. His face broke into an enormous blush.
'You're just saying that!"
"No I'm not!" I answered pretending to be cross." after a few seconds I introduced our group.
"Hi! My name's -er- well you can just call me Massacre, that shy one's Charcoal, and the guy with the gloves is Cervantes."
" Hello!"
"Nice to meetcha!" After we were done introducing ourselves, the Jericho took the honors.
" I'm Juno, and the fat one over there is Duncan, the powdery White one's Lucas, He's Galion, and he's Chicoblog."
They all waved and bowed and we followed.
" So, Massacre, you're the leader right?" Juno asked. I shook my head.
"Of course not. If I lead, all of our heads would have gone to the vultures. Cervantes is the leader!"
"Okay, Cervantes, what brings you to this part of the woods?" Cervantes stepped forwards and took over the conversation.
"Well, we're here looking for massacre's twin brother who has, been taken over by Soul Edge..."
I Let Cervantes continue and I looked at Charcoal. His eyes seemed to be glued to the spot on something.
"Charcoal," I whispered, "what are you looking at?" he turned at me and asked,
" Do you know anyone who would be dumb enough to fight with a butcher's knife?
" JUNO!" A young Jericho raced up to him and sputtered, " Juno! Yunsung is invading the towns. We need you come on hurry!"
Cervantes ordered us to follow behind them.
" I've heard of a dirty rotten scum called Yunsung they may need our help though."
Cervantes was right, man does this guy have powers to see into the future, Yunsung was rotten. He had jet-black hair and was extremely full of his image. I think that his image was just nasty though. I mean, who in the world just wears a strip of green cloth just up around the neck and a pair of pants? He was carrying a butcher's blade, like Charcoal said, and spoke really odd. The way he talked, the world seemed to rotate around him. When he saw me he smirked.
"Everyone's looking for you, you know." He slobbered in his un-natural voice.
"I would run if I was you."
I blinked. This dude was nuts.
" Why should I run? I didn't break the law or anything."
Now it was the freak's turn to get confused.
" You killed 6 people, cornered two and busted market property." Seeing the blank look on my face he added," You're Nightmare right?"
"Who, or what, is Nightmare?" Charcoal inquired.
"I'm Massacre." I informed him.
He stuck a finger in my face.
"You're Nightmare, the one who is skilled at sword bearing and-"
" Well, she is good at wheedling swords but she's not Nightmare." Charcoal interrupted.
"She?" Yunsung choked finger suspended in midair.
"Yes, I a girl." I said, then pushed aside his finger, "and it's not polite to point."
All the Jericho's had a good laugh at my comment. Face turning red Yunsung walked strait into Cervantes.
"Tisk, Tisk man, who taught you manners?"
Yunsung's eyes begin to glow eerily.
"Cervantes," he said looking up at him back arched," perfect! Insted of losing my mission, I can turn you in instead and make big bucks," he looked at the Jericho's, "With these guys.' With that he let out an evil laugh. I attempted to hoist out my sword but Cervantes stopped me.
"Let's see what this brat's made of." He turned to Charcoal and me, " Or not made of." Cervantes' eyes began to get red,
"I've never used these guys in a long time so let's see how it goes..."
This is the end of
Book one,
Part two
Of
A Massacre and a Nightmare
Sorry!
(-_-)
Massacre