*moves out from behind Apocalypse*
I'm back again. I'm racing to see if I can finish this story before swimming starts (the 22nd). So we're in the home stretch. *groans echo from various readers* I know, I know. But I won't be able to update as much. But, we still have a week or two right? So let's enjoy the time we have left. Eh?
WildCraze: Awwwwww. What do ya mean you don't like the Assassin? Man, I like her! I don't think imaana kill her. Nah, not her. Perhaps the Cleric *only kidding apocalypse* I dunno. I think one of the X-Men will be first. I do love your ramblings, you should never cut short ramblings. I do love to ramble on and on and on..
Only 25 days until my birthday. I'm expecting presents from all of you!!! No joke!!!
*cracks knuckles* Let's get this party started eh? Oh!!! One more thing. It's been a bad day. Despite the best efforts to cheer me up, I'm still feelin down. It might be violent, it might not. So sue me. You won't get much but that's how it goes.
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The Cleric woke up slowly and groggily. He was normally up with the dawn but for some reason the sun wasn't spilling in the room he had been given to rest in. He shook it off as insomnia and turned over. As he rolled, he bumped his head on a rock. With muttered curses he looked down and puzzled why a rock would be in his bed. But he wasn't in his bed. He was under a tree next to the Assassin who was sleeping facing him. The Cleric looked up and found debris about five feet around him on all sides. It was then that the events of the night before came crashing back.
He rushed over to the Assassin and tried to rouse her. She batted him away with mumbles of study hall and gangs called CRYPT *he he he gotta love inside jokes*. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he sat back down. The Assassin stirred, stretching her arms above her head as she yawned. Her jaw cracked as she rubbed her eyes clear of that crusty stuff you get after a good sleep. Her eyes opened and she noticed the presence of the Cleric.
"Why are you in my room?" she demanded, readying her hand to slap him.
"Not your room," he said pointing to the wall of debris.
The Assassin began to take deep breaths and closed her eyes tight.
"You know about me and small spaces," she whispered loudly.
A fleeting smile crossed his face. "I remember."
"Then do something," she hissed.
"Nope."
She opened her eyes. The immediate impression would have been loathing and anger, but deep in her hazel eyes was fear. Yes, the fearless Assassin was claustrophobic.
"If you don't do something, I'm going to start hacking my way out, and you know I will. I don't care what's on the outside. Let. Me. Out." She ordered.
The Cleric sighed weighing his options. It was really fun watching her sweat it out. But she would really start hacking her way out and she wouldn't stop until either she got out or she got him to get her out. She could be very persuasive; her only way of persuasion was by knifepoint, or in his case, annoying the living crap out of him. Asking pointless and meaningless questions until he broke, and he always did. She'd smile so sweetly afterwards. Sometimes he just didn't get girls at all.
So with a heavy sigh he pushed his shield out until all of the debris fell away. What the new day revealed was even a shock to their experienced eyes. The Assassin stared in wonder at the scene before her. The once beautiful landscape of trees and forest, the mansion looming majestically and the carried conversations of the students enjoying the days outside, was now a barren wasteland scattered with debris and smoldering piles. A particularly big one lay where the mansion wall used to be. All of the trees were but sticks charred to a crispy stick. Ronin was nowhere in sight, neither were the X-Men. The Assassin had a foreboding feeling that there were bodies under that big smoldering pile.
She shook herself out of the shock and began to walk to it. Pressing her mind forward to get in whomever was in there stopped her in her tracks. That sinking feeling she had when she tried to get into Ronin's mind began to pull at her. She jerked back mentally and physically. The Cleric looked at her confusedly as she jerked backward holding her head in her hands. She shook her head and stood upright.
"You all right?" he called.
She looked up and her eyes were gaunt and lifeless for only a moment but were back to themselves before he could blink. She shrugged and pointed the pile, mouthing "Dragon". He nodded and began to tread softly around the pile.
He gave her a nod and she returned it. He lifted the pile and the Assassin was in with a knife to Ronin's throat. He had a cocky smile on his face as she glared at him.
"You don't want to do that my dear," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes went in and out of focus.
"What are you waiting for?!?! Kill Him!!!" the Cleric shouted.
"Yes, kill him," Ronin whispered to her.
The Assassin shook her head violently trying to clear her mind. She did not want to kill her friend. Did she? All of these thoughts, crowding her mind, conflicting, fighting. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. What was right was blurry with what wasn't.
She found herself with her katana drawn. She was running. 'Why am I running? Who it that I am running at? Why can't I hear?' She saw the lips of the boy moving but she couldn't hear them. She made it within a foot of him, katana poised to take off his head when she got thrown several feet back.
She skidded across the dirt, leaving a dusty cloud in her wake. When she came to rest, she stood up and shook herself. She set her jaw and ran again. The same result came of her second approach. And her third. And her fourth. His mouth was still moving but she was pissed now. And that was putting it lightly. She was dusty and smeared with ash.
The Cleric was a respectable person, powerful in many ways that the Assassin was not. But one thing that the Assassin had on him was something he didn't even know she could do. He knew she could sense ki, the spirit of a warrior, but he didn't know that she could manipulate it. He began to feel different, less complete. It was almost lethargy but not quite. He felt like his skill that had been thousands of years in the making was beginning to drain from him. A smug smile was on her face. Slightly pained but she knew what she was doing. He shouted something else that fell on literally deaf ears. She walked toward him heavily, not her normal floatie stalkie way. He yelled again, an unreadable look on his face, somewhere between terror and wariness. She continued to walk toward him, he yelled something else and closed his eyes. Before she could take another step, a surge of electricity shot from his hands into her, throwing her like a rag doll. When her body came to a stop, she didn't get up. A pained look crossed the Cleric's face as he turned to Ronin.
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A calm washed over the Assassin. Her back didn't hurt; her cuts didn't cause a wince from moving. She looked up passively at the cloudy sky. A light wind moved her hair. Something was happening not far, a battle probably, but for once, she didn't jump in headfirst. Her mind was a little foggy; she wasn't entirely sure why she was lying there. She wasn't sure why she was outside. With a mental shrug, she pushed the complicated thoughts out of mind. Watching the clouds move in and add to the gray cast. It smelled like rain. A good cleansing rain (like in the Lion King he he he! *roar* sorry).
The temperature dropped a few degrees and the first drop of rain fell on her right between the eyes. She did nothing to wipe it away and it dribbled into her eyes, filling them with artificial tears.
'I wonder where Dacius is. Wait. Dacius? Why aren't I helping him fight.... Oh my God,' she thought and sat up in a hurry.
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So there ya go. Have fun with it. If ya wanna. *enjoys rocking music of Evanescence* ah I love this!
Its Friday, yay! Tomorrow I have work, boo!
Leave a review, and I'll love you!
*hey it rhymes!
I'm back again. I'm racing to see if I can finish this story before swimming starts (the 22nd). So we're in the home stretch. *groans echo from various readers* I know, I know. But I won't be able to update as much. But, we still have a week or two right? So let's enjoy the time we have left. Eh?
WildCraze: Awwwwww. What do ya mean you don't like the Assassin? Man, I like her! I don't think imaana kill her. Nah, not her. Perhaps the Cleric *only kidding apocalypse* I dunno. I think one of the X-Men will be first. I do love your ramblings, you should never cut short ramblings. I do love to ramble on and on and on..
Only 25 days until my birthday. I'm expecting presents from all of you!!! No joke!!!
*cracks knuckles* Let's get this party started eh? Oh!!! One more thing. It's been a bad day. Despite the best efforts to cheer me up, I'm still feelin down. It might be violent, it might not. So sue me. You won't get much but that's how it goes.
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The Cleric woke up slowly and groggily. He was normally up with the dawn but for some reason the sun wasn't spilling in the room he had been given to rest in. He shook it off as insomnia and turned over. As he rolled, he bumped his head on a rock. With muttered curses he looked down and puzzled why a rock would be in his bed. But he wasn't in his bed. He was under a tree next to the Assassin who was sleeping facing him. The Cleric looked up and found debris about five feet around him on all sides. It was then that the events of the night before came crashing back.
He rushed over to the Assassin and tried to rouse her. She batted him away with mumbles of study hall and gangs called CRYPT *he he he gotta love inside jokes*. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he sat back down. The Assassin stirred, stretching her arms above her head as she yawned. Her jaw cracked as she rubbed her eyes clear of that crusty stuff you get after a good sleep. Her eyes opened and she noticed the presence of the Cleric.
"Why are you in my room?" she demanded, readying her hand to slap him.
"Not your room," he said pointing to the wall of debris.
The Assassin began to take deep breaths and closed her eyes tight.
"You know about me and small spaces," she whispered loudly.
A fleeting smile crossed his face. "I remember."
"Then do something," she hissed.
"Nope."
She opened her eyes. The immediate impression would have been loathing and anger, but deep in her hazel eyes was fear. Yes, the fearless Assassin was claustrophobic.
"If you don't do something, I'm going to start hacking my way out, and you know I will. I don't care what's on the outside. Let. Me. Out." She ordered.
The Cleric sighed weighing his options. It was really fun watching her sweat it out. But she would really start hacking her way out and she wouldn't stop until either she got out or she got him to get her out. She could be very persuasive; her only way of persuasion was by knifepoint, or in his case, annoying the living crap out of him. Asking pointless and meaningless questions until he broke, and he always did. She'd smile so sweetly afterwards. Sometimes he just didn't get girls at all.
So with a heavy sigh he pushed his shield out until all of the debris fell away. What the new day revealed was even a shock to their experienced eyes. The Assassin stared in wonder at the scene before her. The once beautiful landscape of trees and forest, the mansion looming majestically and the carried conversations of the students enjoying the days outside, was now a barren wasteland scattered with debris and smoldering piles. A particularly big one lay where the mansion wall used to be. All of the trees were but sticks charred to a crispy stick. Ronin was nowhere in sight, neither were the X-Men. The Assassin had a foreboding feeling that there were bodies under that big smoldering pile.
She shook herself out of the shock and began to walk to it. Pressing her mind forward to get in whomever was in there stopped her in her tracks. That sinking feeling she had when she tried to get into Ronin's mind began to pull at her. She jerked back mentally and physically. The Cleric looked at her confusedly as she jerked backward holding her head in her hands. She shook her head and stood upright.
"You all right?" he called.
She looked up and her eyes were gaunt and lifeless for only a moment but were back to themselves before he could blink. She shrugged and pointed the pile, mouthing "Dragon". He nodded and began to tread softly around the pile.
He gave her a nod and she returned it. He lifted the pile and the Assassin was in with a knife to Ronin's throat. He had a cocky smile on his face as she glared at him.
"You don't want to do that my dear," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes went in and out of focus.
"What are you waiting for?!?! Kill Him!!!" the Cleric shouted.
"Yes, kill him," Ronin whispered to her.
The Assassin shook her head violently trying to clear her mind. She did not want to kill her friend. Did she? All of these thoughts, crowding her mind, conflicting, fighting. She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore. What was right was blurry with what wasn't.
She found herself with her katana drawn. She was running. 'Why am I running? Who it that I am running at? Why can't I hear?' She saw the lips of the boy moving but she couldn't hear them. She made it within a foot of him, katana poised to take off his head when she got thrown several feet back.
She skidded across the dirt, leaving a dusty cloud in her wake. When she came to rest, she stood up and shook herself. She set her jaw and ran again. The same result came of her second approach. And her third. And her fourth. His mouth was still moving but she was pissed now. And that was putting it lightly. She was dusty and smeared with ash.
The Cleric was a respectable person, powerful in many ways that the Assassin was not. But one thing that the Assassin had on him was something he didn't even know she could do. He knew she could sense ki, the spirit of a warrior, but he didn't know that she could manipulate it. He began to feel different, less complete. It was almost lethargy but not quite. He felt like his skill that had been thousands of years in the making was beginning to drain from him. A smug smile was on her face. Slightly pained but she knew what she was doing. He shouted something else that fell on literally deaf ears. She walked toward him heavily, not her normal floatie stalkie way. He yelled again, an unreadable look on his face, somewhere between terror and wariness. She continued to walk toward him, he yelled something else and closed his eyes. Before she could take another step, a surge of electricity shot from his hands into her, throwing her like a rag doll. When her body came to a stop, she didn't get up. A pained look crossed the Cleric's face as he turned to Ronin.
***************
A calm washed over the Assassin. Her back didn't hurt; her cuts didn't cause a wince from moving. She looked up passively at the cloudy sky. A light wind moved her hair. Something was happening not far, a battle probably, but for once, she didn't jump in headfirst. Her mind was a little foggy; she wasn't entirely sure why she was lying there. She wasn't sure why she was outside. With a mental shrug, she pushed the complicated thoughts out of mind. Watching the clouds move in and add to the gray cast. It smelled like rain. A good cleansing rain (like in the Lion King he he he! *roar* sorry).
The temperature dropped a few degrees and the first drop of rain fell on her right between the eyes. She did nothing to wipe it away and it dribbled into her eyes, filling them with artificial tears.
'I wonder where Dacius is. Wait. Dacius? Why aren't I helping him fight.... Oh my God,' she thought and sat up in a hurry.
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So there ya go. Have fun with it. If ya wanna. *enjoys rocking music of Evanescence* ah I love this!
Its Friday, yay! Tomorrow I have work, boo!
Leave a review, and I'll love you!
*hey it rhymes!