There was a loud clang and she snapped awake. The hands vanished and the
floor returned to normal. "I see my nightmare room is getting to you," the
dark voice said. She looked up to see the Dezard standing by the bars of
the cell. "This room projects the nightmares that seem so real that you
actually think you are being attacked. I've had prisoners suicide in this
dungeon the nightmares get so bad." She said nothing still trying to
understand her circumstance. "I have decided to release you." "Huh?" "You
are free to go. Here you staff." He reached through the bars and held out
her staff. "I'm not sure." "Go head take it. It's yours." She slowly
reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Something shot through her body
and burned her insides. She screamed and fell to her knees, unable to let
go of the staff. "Welcome to the Ship of Lost Souls."
Everything flew past Drake as he fell towards the deck of the ship. Below him he saw the war rising in front of him. Was this the end of their race? Was all their training and struggle for nothing? Was the sacrifice of their lives just a waste? He didn't have time to think as he hit the deck and smashed through the wood to the lower floor where he crashed through another floor till he hit the ground. There was only the dim light of a candle on the wall. The bottom of the ship was where they stored their supplies. His body had crushed a crate and he was lying on a pile of rice and corn. His eyes fluttered open. His head throbbed with pain. He blinked a few times to try and figure out if he had lived or not. When his bodies senses returned he felt a surge of pain in his body. He looked over at his left arm. A large piece of wood was stabbed through it. He reached over with his other hand and grabbed it. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly slid it out. He sat up and the world seemed to spin together. Red blood spewed out of his mouth and onto his chest. He forced himself to stand. His legs felt like he was using them for the first time. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his good hand and tied up his wound. He was surprised that nothing was broken. He looked up at the whole and saw a body fly over the opening. The war was continuing. He heard a dull moan to his right. He ran to a pile of crates and looked over. "Nadalia!" She lay on the ground, her clothes torn and blood stained. He crouched down and lifted her head. "Are you alright? Come on say something." He eyes slowly opened. "Good you alive. What happened?" "Drake.your alive. We can't beat them.they are invincible." "No we will win." "She right you won't win." Drake looked up and he was hit in the face with a heavy kick.
Gearfried ran across the deck and ripped another zombie to pieces. The Gemini Elves double teamed a dragon and sent it into the sea. "It's no good. They keep regenerating," Gearfried yelled. "We can't stop now." "We have to kill the source!" Gearfried yelled and stabbed another zombie. "The master is working on it! All we can do is prey!"
The Dezard waited for his new subject to emerge from the dressing room. The pathetic little girl had gotten a large dose of his dark light spell. Her mind was now corrupted to evil. The curtain slid back and she emerged. She was dressed in completely identical robes like her old ones except that they were a blood red with silver trim. "So how do you feel?" "Just fine master." "Good then you are ready for destruction. Here, your new weapon." He handed her an emerald green rode with a silver orb at the end. The door to the cabin opened and Valtex strode in. "Ah Valtex how goes the mission?" "We are winning master." "Great. Now let me introduce you to your new comrade, Evil Dark Magician Girl." He looked her over in her tight uniform. "She is extremely powerful. I am placing her under your lead." "Yes master. I will be kind." "Then go. I have work to attend." "Yes sir." Valtex bowed and they both left the room.
The door closed behind them and there was a click as the lock slid into place. "You are my teacher now?" She asked. "Yes." "Then I will be extremely obedient," she said with a tint of evil in her voice. He smiled and grabbed her arm. He yanked her in close to him and pressed his lips hard against hers. She didn't resist. " I know you will obey." He threw her to the ground. She landed on her back. An evil grin grew on her face. He straddled her hips and yanked down her suit letting her breast free. He didn't stop there. He pulled it completely off and then discarded his own robes. With out warning he plunged into her. She screamed in pain but he didn't stop, but thrust in harder each time. There was a slash of blood but he didn't stop. Her fingers dug into his back. Her moans grew extremely loud. He gave one last thrust before coming in her.
. "I am your master."
"Hurry up you fools! Plant the seeds!" The Skull Servants scurried around in the lower chambers of the ship. They were dropping down large brown seeds in the dark corners of the room. Master Kyonshee, the zombie martial artist, pushed them to work faster. "Good. Now back to the master's ship. I must join the fight." The Skull Servants vanished into shadows. "The fools will feel the Dezard's true power." As he walked from the room, the seeds had doubled in size to small orange pumpkins.
Drake flew across the room and smashed into another pile of crates, sending up a spry of rice and corn. "You are as weak as everyone else on this ship. You feeble master has trained you poorly," the jackal taunted. Drake struggled to his feet, blood staining his robes. Before he could defend the knight hit him hard in the face. He toppled to the ground, blood running over his face and onto the ground. "I think you've had enough-Stay Down!" He slammed his foot onto Drake's back as he tried to stand. He was now pinned to the floor. "Time to end you misery." The Mystic Knight of Jackal drew his weapon. It slipped onto his knuckle. It was a long gold spike that had been engraved with designs. "Time to turn out the lights." He thrust the knife towards the back of Drake's skull. Drake closed his eyes and awaited his doom but it never came. He felt the foot on his back lighten up and he was able to roll out from under it.
He turned onto his back and saw what had happened. A silver needle was stabbed through its chest! He recognized it as Injection's syringe. The jackal's veins were pumping with a green fluid. It was like millions of knives were shooting through his veins, ripping up his insides. He screamed in pain and blood began to pour out of his mouth as he crashed to the ground. Nadalia had collapsed to her knees. He knelt down to her side and said," Thank you."
On deck the war continued. The Gemini Elves had been slain by one of the zombie warriors. Gearfried was still fighting but his armor was dented and cracked. He knew he wouldn't last long but he knew he had to keep going. He stabbed his blade arm into the head of the dragon zombie. It slowly stopped moving. "If only you'd stay down." As he spoke the deck behind him exploded and a huge, rotted pumpkin emerged. It had one eye and a small gold crown on its head. Many slimy green tentacles whipped around. "Oh shit!" Gearfried was swept off his feet by one of the tentacles. He landed heavily on the deck. "Bow to the Pumpking!" Those words were the last he heard before a dragon burst through the ground beneath him and engulfed him in darkness.
The Marauding Captain slashed through a crowd of the zombies. "Come on men! Push them back! "Freed! Where are the reinforcements?" Freed the Matchless General pulled his sword from another zombie. "There aren't anymore! We just have what ever is left here!" They couldn't complain. The Fiend Megacyber had just thrown a hundred of the zombies off his back and into the sea. "I will keep by your side sir!" He bellowed as his large fist took one of the small zombies off its feet and into the air. Swarm upon swarm of green goblins trampled the zombies and joined their superior officers. "We can handle these guys! We will stay by your side General, Captain!" Yelled the leader of the Goblin Attack Force. The swift Hayabusa Knight sliced three zombies into pieces with his speed. He had the head and claws of a bird but also its speed. He made a deadly addition to the army. "You still have me sir!" A small, purple penguin chopped the zombies down to size with his sword. His size gave him an excellent advantage. "I'm still going strong!" "That's right men! Give 'em hell!"
Valtex and Mahandra boarded the ship again. "We are winning," he told her, staring at the chaos. "Aren't you glad you're on an all powerful team?" She gave an evil smile. "Come. We have to get to business." They headed towards the master cabin.
The large pumpkin seemed to be unstoppable. The green vines whipped around so nobody could get near. "Loft! Come quickly," the general shouted. The tiny penguin scurried over. "Yes, sir!" "Loft we need you to stop the Pumpking." He pointed to the large one-eyed demon. " The vines won't be able to reach you. Hayabusa will provide a distraction!" "Yes, Sir! I can do it." He lifted his flipper in a salute and ran off and He was joined by Hayabusa. "I will get its attention so you can go in for the kill. Hit it in the eye, that's the only way to kill it!" "Got it!" Hayabusa sped ahead and all the tentacles followed him. Loft took the opening and ran it. He got into striking distance when he was stopped by another blade. "You can't destroy the Pumpking while I guard him," said Master Kyonshee. "You are just a pile a bones! I will chop you up!" Kynoshee had a slip of paper stuck to his forehead. It was a mystic mark that forced him to remain and serve his owner. Loft dodged to the left and attempted a hit. Kynoshee blocked and kicked him hard in the face. He rolled back. Kynoshee thrust his sword down ward but Loft rolled. Loft ran for the Pumpking again. He stabbed his blde into its rotten skin and a pale green liquid sprayed out. It flew over Loft's head but splashed against his chest. "You fool. You released the ectoplasm!" There was a hissing sound but Kynoshee didn't scream he laughed. His skin turned a pale blue and his form began to change. "Great Pumpking! I use your blood to grow stronger! I am the Patrician of Darkness!" He was now dressed in a black tuxedo and a red cape. He had long white hair and sharp fangs. "The Pumpkin's blood will power us all!" Before Loft could move, The Patrician sunk his long fangs into his neck.
The master stared out the window. His ship was sinking fast and his people were dying. "This is just as I prophesized. The Dezard has grown strong." He tured from the window and pulled out his staff. "It is the last resort." He was about to speak when Valtex burst through the door. "You old man, are coming with me!" Mahandra walked up next to him. "Mahandra!" "That's right fool she is one of ours now." "Valtex you speak through the dark mist the Dezard has put in your head." "No! The Dezard is the ultimate!" "I'm sorry then. Dimension Hole!" The master's staff emitted a dark cloud and the ship was soon sucked inside.
Everything flew past Drake as he fell towards the deck of the ship. Below him he saw the war rising in front of him. Was this the end of their race? Was all their training and struggle for nothing? Was the sacrifice of their lives just a waste? He didn't have time to think as he hit the deck and smashed through the wood to the lower floor where he crashed through another floor till he hit the ground. There was only the dim light of a candle on the wall. The bottom of the ship was where they stored their supplies. His body had crushed a crate and he was lying on a pile of rice and corn. His eyes fluttered open. His head throbbed with pain. He blinked a few times to try and figure out if he had lived or not. When his bodies senses returned he felt a surge of pain in his body. He looked over at his left arm. A large piece of wood was stabbed through it. He reached over with his other hand and grabbed it. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly slid it out. He sat up and the world seemed to spin together. Red blood spewed out of his mouth and onto his chest. He forced himself to stand. His legs felt like he was using them for the first time. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his good hand and tied up his wound. He was surprised that nothing was broken. He looked up at the whole and saw a body fly over the opening. The war was continuing. He heard a dull moan to his right. He ran to a pile of crates and looked over. "Nadalia!" She lay on the ground, her clothes torn and blood stained. He crouched down and lifted her head. "Are you alright? Come on say something." He eyes slowly opened. "Good you alive. What happened?" "Drake.your alive. We can't beat them.they are invincible." "No we will win." "She right you won't win." Drake looked up and he was hit in the face with a heavy kick.
Gearfried ran across the deck and ripped another zombie to pieces. The Gemini Elves double teamed a dragon and sent it into the sea. "It's no good. They keep regenerating," Gearfried yelled. "We can't stop now." "We have to kill the source!" Gearfried yelled and stabbed another zombie. "The master is working on it! All we can do is prey!"
The Dezard waited for his new subject to emerge from the dressing room. The pathetic little girl had gotten a large dose of his dark light spell. Her mind was now corrupted to evil. The curtain slid back and she emerged. She was dressed in completely identical robes like her old ones except that they were a blood red with silver trim. "So how do you feel?" "Just fine master." "Good then you are ready for destruction. Here, your new weapon." He handed her an emerald green rode with a silver orb at the end. The door to the cabin opened and Valtex strode in. "Ah Valtex how goes the mission?" "We are winning master." "Great. Now let me introduce you to your new comrade, Evil Dark Magician Girl." He looked her over in her tight uniform. "She is extremely powerful. I am placing her under your lead." "Yes master. I will be kind." "Then go. I have work to attend." "Yes sir." Valtex bowed and they both left the room.
The door closed behind them and there was a click as the lock slid into place. "You are my teacher now?" She asked. "Yes." "Then I will be extremely obedient," she said with a tint of evil in her voice. He smiled and grabbed her arm. He yanked her in close to him and pressed his lips hard against hers. She didn't resist. " I know you will obey." He threw her to the ground. She landed on her back. An evil grin grew on her face. He straddled her hips and yanked down her suit letting her breast free. He didn't stop there. He pulled it completely off and then discarded his own robes. With out warning he plunged into her. She screamed in pain but he didn't stop, but thrust in harder each time. There was a slash of blood but he didn't stop. Her fingers dug into his back. Her moans grew extremely loud. He gave one last thrust before coming in her.
. "I am your master."
"Hurry up you fools! Plant the seeds!" The Skull Servants scurried around in the lower chambers of the ship. They were dropping down large brown seeds in the dark corners of the room. Master Kyonshee, the zombie martial artist, pushed them to work faster. "Good. Now back to the master's ship. I must join the fight." The Skull Servants vanished into shadows. "The fools will feel the Dezard's true power." As he walked from the room, the seeds had doubled in size to small orange pumpkins.
Drake flew across the room and smashed into another pile of crates, sending up a spry of rice and corn. "You are as weak as everyone else on this ship. You feeble master has trained you poorly," the jackal taunted. Drake struggled to his feet, blood staining his robes. Before he could defend the knight hit him hard in the face. He toppled to the ground, blood running over his face and onto the ground. "I think you've had enough-Stay Down!" He slammed his foot onto Drake's back as he tried to stand. He was now pinned to the floor. "Time to end you misery." The Mystic Knight of Jackal drew his weapon. It slipped onto his knuckle. It was a long gold spike that had been engraved with designs. "Time to turn out the lights." He thrust the knife towards the back of Drake's skull. Drake closed his eyes and awaited his doom but it never came. He felt the foot on his back lighten up and he was able to roll out from under it.
He turned onto his back and saw what had happened. A silver needle was stabbed through its chest! He recognized it as Injection's syringe. The jackal's veins were pumping with a green fluid. It was like millions of knives were shooting through his veins, ripping up his insides. He screamed in pain and blood began to pour out of his mouth as he crashed to the ground. Nadalia had collapsed to her knees. He knelt down to her side and said," Thank you."
On deck the war continued. The Gemini Elves had been slain by one of the zombie warriors. Gearfried was still fighting but his armor was dented and cracked. He knew he wouldn't last long but he knew he had to keep going. He stabbed his blade arm into the head of the dragon zombie. It slowly stopped moving. "If only you'd stay down." As he spoke the deck behind him exploded and a huge, rotted pumpkin emerged. It had one eye and a small gold crown on its head. Many slimy green tentacles whipped around. "Oh shit!" Gearfried was swept off his feet by one of the tentacles. He landed heavily on the deck. "Bow to the Pumpking!" Those words were the last he heard before a dragon burst through the ground beneath him and engulfed him in darkness.
The Marauding Captain slashed through a crowd of the zombies. "Come on men! Push them back! "Freed! Where are the reinforcements?" Freed the Matchless General pulled his sword from another zombie. "There aren't anymore! We just have what ever is left here!" They couldn't complain. The Fiend Megacyber had just thrown a hundred of the zombies off his back and into the sea. "I will keep by your side sir!" He bellowed as his large fist took one of the small zombies off its feet and into the air. Swarm upon swarm of green goblins trampled the zombies and joined their superior officers. "We can handle these guys! We will stay by your side General, Captain!" Yelled the leader of the Goblin Attack Force. The swift Hayabusa Knight sliced three zombies into pieces with his speed. He had the head and claws of a bird but also its speed. He made a deadly addition to the army. "You still have me sir!" A small, purple penguin chopped the zombies down to size with his sword. His size gave him an excellent advantage. "I'm still going strong!" "That's right men! Give 'em hell!"
Valtex and Mahandra boarded the ship again. "We are winning," he told her, staring at the chaos. "Aren't you glad you're on an all powerful team?" She gave an evil smile. "Come. We have to get to business." They headed towards the master cabin.
The large pumpkin seemed to be unstoppable. The green vines whipped around so nobody could get near. "Loft! Come quickly," the general shouted. The tiny penguin scurried over. "Yes, sir!" "Loft we need you to stop the Pumpking." He pointed to the large one-eyed demon. " The vines won't be able to reach you. Hayabusa will provide a distraction!" "Yes, Sir! I can do it." He lifted his flipper in a salute and ran off and He was joined by Hayabusa. "I will get its attention so you can go in for the kill. Hit it in the eye, that's the only way to kill it!" "Got it!" Hayabusa sped ahead and all the tentacles followed him. Loft took the opening and ran it. He got into striking distance when he was stopped by another blade. "You can't destroy the Pumpking while I guard him," said Master Kyonshee. "You are just a pile a bones! I will chop you up!" Kynoshee had a slip of paper stuck to his forehead. It was a mystic mark that forced him to remain and serve his owner. Loft dodged to the left and attempted a hit. Kynoshee blocked and kicked him hard in the face. He rolled back. Kynoshee thrust his sword down ward but Loft rolled. Loft ran for the Pumpking again. He stabbed his blde into its rotten skin and a pale green liquid sprayed out. It flew over Loft's head but splashed against his chest. "You fool. You released the ectoplasm!" There was a hissing sound but Kynoshee didn't scream he laughed. His skin turned a pale blue and his form began to change. "Great Pumpking! I use your blood to grow stronger! I am the Patrician of Darkness!" He was now dressed in a black tuxedo and a red cape. He had long white hair and sharp fangs. "The Pumpkin's blood will power us all!" Before Loft could move, The Patrician sunk his long fangs into his neck.
The master stared out the window. His ship was sinking fast and his people were dying. "This is just as I prophesized. The Dezard has grown strong." He tured from the window and pulled out his staff. "It is the last resort." He was about to speak when Valtex burst through the door. "You old man, are coming with me!" Mahandra walked up next to him. "Mahandra!" "That's right fool she is one of ours now." "Valtex you speak through the dark mist the Dezard has put in your head." "No! The Dezard is the ultimate!" "I'm sorry then. Dimension Hole!" The master's staff emitted a dark cloud and the ship was soon sucked inside.