Slayers Resurrection
Part II
Chapter Four
The spell left Zel's body, and ricocheted off into the distance, and he heard it land somewhere far ahead of him. Shuddering, he took a deep breath, released it, and took stock of his body. His legs felt weak. The power he had pulled out of the earth and up through them had been a little too much, they weren't used to it. He felt his thighs start to shake, and chewed his lower lip. His stomach hurt too, and breathing was becoming difficult. He took another breath, trying to slow his chest motions back to normal. It was then that he became aware of his hands.
The pale, normal skin had been burnt away by the pure energy that had rested on them. Zel could see, through the tatters of what had been his hands, blue. Where there had been a large zit, on the back of one of his hands, there was something hard, and stony gray. He stared at it, stared at the hard material that now was dominant on his hands. With quivering blue fingers, he reached for a piece of flesh on his palm. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled.
It peeled away like the bark peels off a tree.
Behind it, there were long streaks of blue. Fascinated by the grotesqueness of it, he watched as it tore away from his forearm. Like some sort of sick disease, the cobalt color spread around his arms, up to his elbows, clearing all of what had been left of normality on his left arm.
He heard a strangled gagging sound behind him, and turned to see a shaking figure with a mop of black hair gasping, her head near the ground. "Amelia!" he shouted, rushing toward her "What's wrong? Amelia! Are you okay?"
She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Somewhere in him, it hurt to see her like this. He put an arm around her, pulled her to a sitting position. "Amelia?" She blinked, blearily. He could tell, from the way she was looking at him that she didn't know him.
"Wh-Where am I?" Her voice was shaky. He stared down at her, smelt the odor of regurgitated food on her, felt her body pressing against his arm, and suddenly, through her back, felt recognition come on. "Ze-Zel?" she blinked, and shook her head, a little dizzily. "We tried the spell, didn't we?"
The warmth left his hand. She was sitting on her own again.
"Yeah." He said, rocking back into a crouching position. "Yeah. We did."
A scared voice interrupted their conversation. "You did?" Mel was standing over him. He stared up at her, his best friend since forever. Her hair, short and fuzzy and red, just the way he remembered it, was fuzzy around her head. Her eyes were brown and big, contemplative eyes. Poets eyes. Her skin was the same ivory tone he had known since he was five. But now, something about her looked so different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that he had lost some part of her, somehow.
"Yeah. We did." He looked up at her, trying to tell her with his eyes that he was sorry, sorry to upset her like this.
Ami, apparently, was having the same thoughts. "I'm sorry, Lina! I didn't mean to-I just wanted to-I really didn't--" Zel turned to look at her, suddenly, because he could hear her crying. Her large blue eyes were full, and shone like the sun on the sea. He reached out to comfort her, looked up at Mel, wordlessly asking her what to do.
For a second, he was caught up in her eyes, which had become a sea of brown fear, anger, sadness, detachedness, and the despair that comes with not knowing what to do.
It passed.
Lina shook herself, looked up at the sky. Without moving her eyes, she spoke to him. "We have to get out of here. We have to move, and we have to do it fast."
There was a man standing ahead of her, but his back was to her. She felt drawn to him, and approached. The only sound that she could hear was her own soft foot-falls. They rang harshly through the hall, echoing and distorting far in the distance. For a time, she concentrated on making them softer, but nothing diminished the only sound in the otherwise complete silence. It sounded like she was stomping loudly, instead of barely tapping her feet against the floor.
Suddenly, she realized that she was coming no closer to the man ahead of her. It was as if they were both standing still. She walked faster, now keeping her eyes glued to his figure.
The distance between them stayed the same.
She started to run, her heavy footsteps now echoing loudly in the chamber, slamming against the walls and changing, till they started to sound like voices. "Filia . . . Filia . . . . Filia . . ."
Angrilly, she shook her head. "NO!!!!" the sound was torn from her throat. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The voices of her footfalls took on new form; their anger matched her own. "Filia! Filia!"
"I HAVE TO GET TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The voices suddenly lost their anger, and became soft again. So soft, in fact, that she started walking so that she could hear them better. The bare whisper finally reached her ears, and she froze in horror as their meaning became clear. ". . .no . .. use . . it's no use . .. no use . . Filia . . .it's no use. . ."
"NO!!!" She screamed again, and started running, smashing her feet against the floor to drown out the sound. The voices also increased in volume, until she was aware of their steady undertone: "Filia. Stop. No use. It's no use, Filia. Stop. No use. It's no use. Filia."
"STOP!!!" Her voice rose, panicked, and there was silence.
The voices came again, this time recognizable. It was her mother. "Fiona, darling, please stop. There is no sense in this!!" Then, her the sound changed. It was still her mother's voice, only it sounded older now, more heavy. "Filia, darling, why? You are happy here, why become a temple maiden?"
Now it was her father. "Fiona, what do you think you are doing? Do you think this will help anything? This past, it will do nothing for you! Don't confuse things! How will your old self bring you peace? Stop this at once!"
"My old self," she whispered, "I don't understand."
The room melted from around her, till she was surrounded by an infinity of blackness. Distantly, she heard a quiet rumble, that quickly shifted and changed, till it was loud, rucus, laughter. It seemed to be coming from . . above her?
She looked up.
And they were around her.
Countless, faceless faces that swarmed in front of her face like so many masks. They were all laughing at her. Suddenly, one swam forward till it was facing her. Terrified, she watched as the face became attached to a neck, and the neck to a body, and the body to arms and legs. Then, looking back up at the face, she saw it had become Sabrina.
"Fiona!" said her best friend, "I love Gaby!! I've always loved Gaby!! The only reason I've hung around you is to steal him, and now I have the chance I need!! I don't want to be near you, anymore, Fiona!! I don't want to be near you!! I hate you Fi!! HATE YOU!!!"
"hate you . . hate you . . ." the words rang in her ears, blending with the laughter, till a million voices she new seemed to screech at her "WE HATE YOU!!!!"
She looked down at her feet, the thousands of faces below her disappearing in her tears. Desperately, she tried to hold them back, but they slipped out, and started to stream down her face. As the first tear disconnected with her cheek and fell toward the floor, one voice from her past screamed out at her. "Look, we made the little wimp cry!"
The scene materialized before her, clear as day:
The young girl that was Fiona Drygoon smiled happily at her dolls, immersed in her play. Unbeknownst to her, several dark shapes approached her back, Nash Pleasent, the school bully, and some of his friends. "Hey, guys, look!"
Little Fiona looked up, and fear appeared on her face. "Wha-whaddu you want?"
Nash leered down at her. "Hey there, little twerp! We heard that you cried yesterday when your widdle mommy was leaving? What kind of wimp cries when their mom leaves?" he turned to his friends and said, in a high, whiney voice "Mommy! Mommy! Don't leave me alone, mommy! Don't leave me, Moooommmmmmmmmyyy!" he stretched the last word out impossibly long, sliding his pitch around to make it maximally mocking.
"Shu-shut up!" little Fi said, glaring up at them, feeling tears well up behind her eyes.
"Oh, look, guys, we made the little wimp cry!" Nash's followers snickered. "Listen, kid" the bigger child said, putting his face close to hers "let me tell you something. Your mom is gone. So's your dad, and your grandma and everyone else. The office just called for you, and they said over the microphone that your parents had said that they simply wanted to tell you that they would never be coming back. Ever. They said to tell you that they hate you. You got that kid?" he said, grinning cruelly down at the sobbing little girl. "They're all gone." She remembered that day well. Nash had been punished severely for exaggerating a simple call to tell her that she should ride the bus home that day because her parents had to work late into that kind of scary story. But the damage had been done. It was that day that she had gotten her painful phobia of being left alone.
Now she turned to the faces again, sensing that it was their fault. "SHUT THE FUCk UP!!!!!!!!!", she shrieked, so loud that she couldn't even hear herself.
Immediately, all the faces disappeared, and she was in the hall again, the old man standing near her. Cautiously, she tried walking. To her great relief, she moved.
Eagerly, though she didn't know what she was so eager for, she ran the rest of the distance. The man was right next to her now, and she saw more than the back of his head, saw his smiling old face worn with many lines and his twinkling blue eyes. And she knew who he was.
(A.N.: SANTA!!! Okay, just kidding, on with the story.)
"Elder" she spoke, simply. The word didn't need much elaboration. They both knew what she meant.
"My child."
And with that, and a great gasp of air, Filia Ul Copt woke to her bed in a world far different form what she remembered.
"Gaav."
The other being, standing close to him on the spiritual plane, smiled. "Phibrizzo. Hello, it's nice to see you." Chairs suddenly appeared, conjured, no doubt, by his redheaded counterpart. "Have a seat."
"Thank you", he said, lowing himself into the folds of a deep, black armchair. Gaav remained standing. Yes, that's right, Phibrizzo thought, he likes the idea of physical intimidation. There was scorn in the voice of his mind. "May I ask to what I owe this" he paused, for a millisecond "extreme honor?"
"Come, come!" Gaav responded, lightly hitting him on the back. "No need for coldness among friends! Fine. I'll tell you. I have called you here in response to a demand another of our number made to me." He turned around. "DYNAST!! Come on out!!"
Slowly, out of the darkness, the third most powerful mazoku next to Shabrinigdo appeared. "Gaav, Phibrizo. I have called you both here to discuss a plan of action."
"Do tell" Phibrizzo replied, smiling.
Dynast smiled back, his expression seeming more strained. "Yes. Well. You must know what this plan conerns."
Gaav was the one who answered. "That Lina Inverse Bitch. So you two found her as well?"
There was no need for a reply. Dynast continued. "She and her friends are in the western part of the country we are all in. We need her. I have come up with a way to get her totally, completely on our side."
"Oh?" Gaav said, raising an eyebrow. "And how is that?"
"By defeating her."
Now Gaav laughed. "Dynast, did you not completely remember all of our past life? We TRIED defeating her before! Phibrizzo here tried, I did, hell, even the bloody dragons tried! No one had any luck! No One!! She's not going to be caught that way. "
"You forget, Gaav, that there was some person that she needed help to conquer. But then, you would forget" Dynast said, noting the confused expression on the Dragon King's face. "You were left out of that particular venture. As I remember, it was because of that that you defected."
Gaav was blushing, Phibrizzo noticed with amusement. Dynast continued. "But you must recall the being that almost defeated her, and he at only a fraction of his full power. Come come! You of course have realized how I mean by now."
And Phibrizzo smiled, brilliantly, and started to laugh. Gaav stared at him for a short time, before he, too, comprehended. Then a slow smile oozed across his face.
"Do you know where he is?" Phib asked, still grinning.
"Yes." Dynast rejoined. "I do. He is in the same place as before, only now it is all of him, instead of just part."
Gaav looked thunderstruck. "ALL? But how could the human carry all of it."
"He was not awoken when we were. Actually, he was awakened by Lina herself, several weeks ago. The human is struggling with him, I believe now he is ill."
Annoyed at this pointless conversation, Phib spoke again. "Can you corrupt him again?"
Dynast grinned, a cheshire cat smile. "Yes, I do believe so."
"Good. Now, I will assume control of this operation."
The other mazoku gaped at him. The young, black-haired Dynast was the first to get his voice back. "But-It was my idea!"
Phibrizzo smiled in a sickening way. "Aaah, but am I not the most powerful of us?"
"But-But-"
"Answer the question."
Seeing the dangerous glint in the smaller-bodied mazoku's eyes, Dynast gulped and spoke. "Yes."
Phib clapped his hands together with false cheer. "Good then! We'd better start right away! Dynast, you are in charge of gaining control of the human host, and presenting him with this." With a swish of his hand, the child- monster held out a figure that looked a lot like a Christian idol, a holy virgin named Mary. The figure's hands were clasped, and her long hair hung free. Dynast smirked and reached out for it. Phib pulled it away. "Ah-ah- ah" he shook a figure at the other mazoku. "Give us a month. We must get all the players situated. Gaav" he said, turning to his subject. "I want you to distract Lina and her companions. Keep them busy, but for god's sake do not kill them! We still need her, remember! Control yourself. Now, be off!" he made a shooing motion with his hands.
Gaav looked angry. "I'm sorry, fearless leader" he growled "but I don't remember you mentioning anything for YOU to do!"
"Who, me?" Phib smiled again. "I will continue my search for a-being-that has occupied my attention for, oh, some time now. We will meet again in three of their pathetic earth weeks. Go!"
In a flash of purple and red light, they were gone.
Phibrizzo sat back in the chair and smirked nastily. Then, he started to laugh, at first soft, then louder and louder.
The final pieces were falling into place. He knew that in a month, he would solve this little puzzle, and then he and his race would posses control of the entire earth.
A.N.: What did you think?? I thought it was one of the best so far!!!! Wheee!!! I finished it!!!!!!! Yipee!!! Okay: about Filia's dream. Has anyone seen Reboot? Well, it played on Cartoon Network a Looooong time ago. The freaky lady who wore those masks, in season two, do you all remember her? Well, her mask was how I pictured those 'faceless faces': for those that didn't see it and need a visual: picture those masks that are designed to be nothing more than a face, with holes cut for the eyes and everything. Okay, those, with no face behind them, are the 'faceless faces'. And they continue forever above and beneath her. Oh, and Phib's laughter, at the very end, think of in Gundam Wing early in the first episode when Heero destroys those mobile suits and then does the creepy laugh thingy: that's how I picture/hear phib's voice. Okay, are we all cool? Great. I'm open for any questions or comments!! Just review. And if you really want to talk to me, heaven knows why, you can email me. I changed my address!! Yippeeee!! ^_^ I'm now hotaru79@msn.com!!! YAY. Okay, umm . . . well, that's about it. Review, please!!! See you next time on
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Slayers Resurrection
~Divine Firefly
Part II
Chapter Four
The spell left Zel's body, and ricocheted off into the distance, and he heard it land somewhere far ahead of him. Shuddering, he took a deep breath, released it, and took stock of his body. His legs felt weak. The power he had pulled out of the earth and up through them had been a little too much, they weren't used to it. He felt his thighs start to shake, and chewed his lower lip. His stomach hurt too, and breathing was becoming difficult. He took another breath, trying to slow his chest motions back to normal. It was then that he became aware of his hands.
The pale, normal skin had been burnt away by the pure energy that had rested on them. Zel could see, through the tatters of what had been his hands, blue. Where there had been a large zit, on the back of one of his hands, there was something hard, and stony gray. He stared at it, stared at the hard material that now was dominant on his hands. With quivering blue fingers, he reached for a piece of flesh on his palm. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled.
It peeled away like the bark peels off a tree.
Behind it, there were long streaks of blue. Fascinated by the grotesqueness of it, he watched as it tore away from his forearm. Like some sort of sick disease, the cobalt color spread around his arms, up to his elbows, clearing all of what had been left of normality on his left arm.
He heard a strangled gagging sound behind him, and turned to see a shaking figure with a mop of black hair gasping, her head near the ground. "Amelia!" he shouted, rushing toward her "What's wrong? Amelia! Are you okay?"
She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with shock and pain. Somewhere in him, it hurt to see her like this. He put an arm around her, pulled her to a sitting position. "Amelia?" She blinked, blearily. He could tell, from the way she was looking at him that she didn't know him.
"Wh-Where am I?" Her voice was shaky. He stared down at her, smelt the odor of regurgitated food on her, felt her body pressing against his arm, and suddenly, through her back, felt recognition come on. "Ze-Zel?" she blinked, and shook her head, a little dizzily. "We tried the spell, didn't we?"
The warmth left his hand. She was sitting on her own again.
"Yeah." He said, rocking back into a crouching position. "Yeah. We did."
A scared voice interrupted their conversation. "You did?" Mel was standing over him. He stared up at her, his best friend since forever. Her hair, short and fuzzy and red, just the way he remembered it, was fuzzy around her head. Her eyes were brown and big, contemplative eyes. Poets eyes. Her skin was the same ivory tone he had known since he was five. But now, something about her looked so different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that he had lost some part of her, somehow.
"Yeah. We did." He looked up at her, trying to tell her with his eyes that he was sorry, sorry to upset her like this.
Ami, apparently, was having the same thoughts. "I'm sorry, Lina! I didn't mean to-I just wanted to-I really didn't--" Zel turned to look at her, suddenly, because he could hear her crying. Her large blue eyes were full, and shone like the sun on the sea. He reached out to comfort her, looked up at Mel, wordlessly asking her what to do.
For a second, he was caught up in her eyes, which had become a sea of brown fear, anger, sadness, detachedness, and the despair that comes with not knowing what to do.
It passed.
Lina shook herself, looked up at the sky. Without moving her eyes, she spoke to him. "We have to get out of here. We have to move, and we have to do it fast."
There was a man standing ahead of her, but his back was to her. She felt drawn to him, and approached. The only sound that she could hear was her own soft foot-falls. They rang harshly through the hall, echoing and distorting far in the distance. For a time, she concentrated on making them softer, but nothing diminished the only sound in the otherwise complete silence. It sounded like she was stomping loudly, instead of barely tapping her feet against the floor.
Suddenly, she realized that she was coming no closer to the man ahead of her. It was as if they were both standing still. She walked faster, now keeping her eyes glued to his figure.
The distance between them stayed the same.
She started to run, her heavy footsteps now echoing loudly in the chamber, slamming against the walls and changing, till they started to sound like voices. "Filia . . . Filia . . . . Filia . . ."
Angrilly, she shook her head. "NO!!!!" the sound was torn from her throat. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The voices of her footfalls took on new form; their anger matched her own. "Filia! Filia!"
"I HAVE TO GET TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The voices suddenly lost their anger, and became soft again. So soft, in fact, that she started walking so that she could hear them better. The bare whisper finally reached her ears, and she froze in horror as their meaning became clear. ". . .no . .. use . . it's no use . .. no use . . Filia . . .it's no use. . ."
"NO!!!" She screamed again, and started running, smashing her feet against the floor to drown out the sound. The voices also increased in volume, until she was aware of their steady undertone: "Filia. Stop. No use. It's no use, Filia. Stop. No use. It's no use. Filia."
"STOP!!!" Her voice rose, panicked, and there was silence.
The voices came again, this time recognizable. It was her mother. "Fiona, darling, please stop. There is no sense in this!!" Then, her the sound changed. It was still her mother's voice, only it sounded older now, more heavy. "Filia, darling, why? You are happy here, why become a temple maiden?"
Now it was her father. "Fiona, what do you think you are doing? Do you think this will help anything? This past, it will do nothing for you! Don't confuse things! How will your old self bring you peace? Stop this at once!"
"My old self," she whispered, "I don't understand."
The room melted from around her, till she was surrounded by an infinity of blackness. Distantly, she heard a quiet rumble, that quickly shifted and changed, till it was loud, rucus, laughter. It seemed to be coming from . . above her?
She looked up.
And they were around her.
Countless, faceless faces that swarmed in front of her face like so many masks. They were all laughing at her. Suddenly, one swam forward till it was facing her. Terrified, she watched as the face became attached to a neck, and the neck to a body, and the body to arms and legs. Then, looking back up at the face, she saw it had become Sabrina.
"Fiona!" said her best friend, "I love Gaby!! I've always loved Gaby!! The only reason I've hung around you is to steal him, and now I have the chance I need!! I don't want to be near you, anymore, Fiona!! I don't want to be near you!! I hate you Fi!! HATE YOU!!!"
"hate you . . hate you . . ." the words rang in her ears, blending with the laughter, till a million voices she new seemed to screech at her "WE HATE YOU!!!!"
She looked down at her feet, the thousands of faces below her disappearing in her tears. Desperately, she tried to hold them back, but they slipped out, and started to stream down her face. As the first tear disconnected with her cheek and fell toward the floor, one voice from her past screamed out at her. "Look, we made the little wimp cry!"
The scene materialized before her, clear as day:
The young girl that was Fiona Drygoon smiled happily at her dolls, immersed in her play. Unbeknownst to her, several dark shapes approached her back, Nash Pleasent, the school bully, and some of his friends. "Hey, guys, look!"
Little Fiona looked up, and fear appeared on her face. "Wha-whaddu you want?"
Nash leered down at her. "Hey there, little twerp! We heard that you cried yesterday when your widdle mommy was leaving? What kind of wimp cries when their mom leaves?" he turned to his friends and said, in a high, whiney voice "Mommy! Mommy! Don't leave me alone, mommy! Don't leave me, Moooommmmmmmmmyyy!" he stretched the last word out impossibly long, sliding his pitch around to make it maximally mocking.
"Shu-shut up!" little Fi said, glaring up at them, feeling tears well up behind her eyes.
"Oh, look, guys, we made the little wimp cry!" Nash's followers snickered. "Listen, kid" the bigger child said, putting his face close to hers "let me tell you something. Your mom is gone. So's your dad, and your grandma and everyone else. The office just called for you, and they said over the microphone that your parents had said that they simply wanted to tell you that they would never be coming back. Ever. They said to tell you that they hate you. You got that kid?" he said, grinning cruelly down at the sobbing little girl. "They're all gone." She remembered that day well. Nash had been punished severely for exaggerating a simple call to tell her that she should ride the bus home that day because her parents had to work late into that kind of scary story. But the damage had been done. It was that day that she had gotten her painful phobia of being left alone.
Now she turned to the faces again, sensing that it was their fault. "SHUT THE FUCk UP!!!!!!!!!", she shrieked, so loud that she couldn't even hear herself.
Immediately, all the faces disappeared, and she was in the hall again, the old man standing near her. Cautiously, she tried walking. To her great relief, she moved.
Eagerly, though she didn't know what she was so eager for, she ran the rest of the distance. The man was right next to her now, and she saw more than the back of his head, saw his smiling old face worn with many lines and his twinkling blue eyes. And she knew who he was.
(A.N.: SANTA!!! Okay, just kidding, on with the story.)
"Elder" she spoke, simply. The word didn't need much elaboration. They both knew what she meant.
"My child."
And with that, and a great gasp of air, Filia Ul Copt woke to her bed in a world far different form what she remembered.
"Gaav."
The other being, standing close to him on the spiritual plane, smiled. "Phibrizzo. Hello, it's nice to see you." Chairs suddenly appeared, conjured, no doubt, by his redheaded counterpart. "Have a seat."
"Thank you", he said, lowing himself into the folds of a deep, black armchair. Gaav remained standing. Yes, that's right, Phibrizzo thought, he likes the idea of physical intimidation. There was scorn in the voice of his mind. "May I ask to what I owe this" he paused, for a millisecond "extreme honor?"
"Come, come!" Gaav responded, lightly hitting him on the back. "No need for coldness among friends! Fine. I'll tell you. I have called you here in response to a demand another of our number made to me." He turned around. "DYNAST!! Come on out!!"
Slowly, out of the darkness, the third most powerful mazoku next to Shabrinigdo appeared. "Gaav, Phibrizo. I have called you both here to discuss a plan of action."
"Do tell" Phibrizzo replied, smiling.
Dynast smiled back, his expression seeming more strained. "Yes. Well. You must know what this plan conerns."
Gaav was the one who answered. "That Lina Inverse Bitch. So you two found her as well?"
There was no need for a reply. Dynast continued. "She and her friends are in the western part of the country we are all in. We need her. I have come up with a way to get her totally, completely on our side."
"Oh?" Gaav said, raising an eyebrow. "And how is that?"
"By defeating her."
Now Gaav laughed. "Dynast, did you not completely remember all of our past life? We TRIED defeating her before! Phibrizzo here tried, I did, hell, even the bloody dragons tried! No one had any luck! No One!! She's not going to be caught that way. "
"You forget, Gaav, that there was some person that she needed help to conquer. But then, you would forget" Dynast said, noting the confused expression on the Dragon King's face. "You were left out of that particular venture. As I remember, it was because of that that you defected."
Gaav was blushing, Phibrizzo noticed with amusement. Dynast continued. "But you must recall the being that almost defeated her, and he at only a fraction of his full power. Come come! You of course have realized how I mean by now."
And Phibrizzo smiled, brilliantly, and started to laugh. Gaav stared at him for a short time, before he, too, comprehended. Then a slow smile oozed across his face.
"Do you know where he is?" Phib asked, still grinning.
"Yes." Dynast rejoined. "I do. He is in the same place as before, only now it is all of him, instead of just part."
Gaav looked thunderstruck. "ALL? But how could the human carry all of it."
"He was not awoken when we were. Actually, he was awakened by Lina herself, several weeks ago. The human is struggling with him, I believe now he is ill."
Annoyed at this pointless conversation, Phib spoke again. "Can you corrupt him again?"
Dynast grinned, a cheshire cat smile. "Yes, I do believe so."
"Good. Now, I will assume control of this operation."
The other mazoku gaped at him. The young, black-haired Dynast was the first to get his voice back. "But-It was my idea!"
Phibrizzo smiled in a sickening way. "Aaah, but am I not the most powerful of us?"
"But-But-"
"Answer the question."
Seeing the dangerous glint in the smaller-bodied mazoku's eyes, Dynast gulped and spoke. "Yes."
Phib clapped his hands together with false cheer. "Good then! We'd better start right away! Dynast, you are in charge of gaining control of the human host, and presenting him with this." With a swish of his hand, the child- monster held out a figure that looked a lot like a Christian idol, a holy virgin named Mary. The figure's hands were clasped, and her long hair hung free. Dynast smirked and reached out for it. Phib pulled it away. "Ah-ah- ah" he shook a figure at the other mazoku. "Give us a month. We must get all the players situated. Gaav" he said, turning to his subject. "I want you to distract Lina and her companions. Keep them busy, but for god's sake do not kill them! We still need her, remember! Control yourself. Now, be off!" he made a shooing motion with his hands.
Gaav looked angry. "I'm sorry, fearless leader" he growled "but I don't remember you mentioning anything for YOU to do!"
"Who, me?" Phib smiled again. "I will continue my search for a-being-that has occupied my attention for, oh, some time now. We will meet again in three of their pathetic earth weeks. Go!"
In a flash of purple and red light, they were gone.
Phibrizzo sat back in the chair and smirked nastily. Then, he started to laugh, at first soft, then louder and louder.
The final pieces were falling into place. He knew that in a month, he would solve this little puzzle, and then he and his race would posses control of the entire earth.
A.N.: What did you think?? I thought it was one of the best so far!!!! Wheee!!! I finished it!!!!!!! Yipee!!! Okay: about Filia's dream. Has anyone seen Reboot? Well, it played on Cartoon Network a Looooong time ago. The freaky lady who wore those masks, in season two, do you all remember her? Well, her mask was how I pictured those 'faceless faces': for those that didn't see it and need a visual: picture those masks that are designed to be nothing more than a face, with holes cut for the eyes and everything. Okay, those, with no face behind them, are the 'faceless faces'. And they continue forever above and beneath her. Oh, and Phib's laughter, at the very end, think of in Gundam Wing early in the first episode when Heero destroys those mobile suits and then does the creepy laugh thingy: that's how I picture/hear phib's voice. Okay, are we all cool? Great. I'm open for any questions or comments!! Just review. And if you really want to talk to me, heaven knows why, you can email me. I changed my address!! Yippeeee!! ^_^ I'm now hotaru79@msn.com!!! YAY. Okay, umm . . . well, that's about it. Review, please!!! See you next time on
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Slayers Resurrection
~Divine Firefly