Hello everyone.
Sorry, I've been on an unannounced, unexplained un-planned hiatus for wow, 6 months give or take 4 days. I apologise for that, just went on some major writers block round about then. Mountain Climbing in Malaysia on that school trip seemed to have wiped off any fic ideas I had. Well, I might continue my older stuff but, then again, I might not as the last time I wrote them I disappeared for half a year, lol. But anyway, here's a new one, I'm kinda determined to see through (Why else would I get up to write at 3 am. Oh well, hope you enjoy it. And please review. I don't want to disappear for half a year again =P . Umm, I might send this to you, Hairy Gregory, some time tomorrow, as I don't feel like doing anything much more at this hour. So, yeah, I've got a lot of reading to catch up to as well, so, I'll just shut up and get on with it shall I?
Do you believe there is a righteous God, shifting around up there, ready at any time to reach his holy hand down to halt evil?
Do you believe that, some day, an almighty rush of good can overwhelm all evil?
Do you believe in miracles?
But, sometimes, reality is not needed…
Sometimes the mere belief in something would make it real.
Howard Grave stood before a red earthy pit in the round, with a mob of burly construction workers digging at a pit there. The searing Spanish sun overhead glared down as he oversaw the place that would thrust him into the pantheon of history. The La Pesa Excavation site.
Tall broad Howard was an idealistic, but, like most Spanish natives, fearlessly religious. The 27 year old was a brilliant archaeologist hailing from one of the greatest religious schools in the country, but like all young visionaries, he believed that he was destined for greatness, and here before him, lay the fulfilment of that dream. It was going to be the greatest archaeological and religious discovery of all time. In that valley, his biblical scholars had certained, lay a book that supposedly held the key to world peace. It was supposedly a book, which held writings to wipe evil off any demon. It was held sceptically, with even some of the most devout fathers scoffing its presence. But, he had found a hidden temple at this very spot, and, his scans told him there was indeed a collection of scrolls within it…
"Senor Grave, we have broken the vault"
One of his senior foremen shouted across in broken English.
Yes, they had done it. Now he would be the first man to set foot there since Jesus himself. Taking a moment to compose himself he packed up his laptop and got up from the table.
"Sí, gracias"
The scattered remnants of an ancient stone door lay around a gaping hole in the earth. He sighed a little. There went some priceless architectural masonry, just because the church wouldn't afford a professional team. He could've read some of the inscriptions upon it, if only for their religious import. No matter, he would get the book, a far more priceless artefact.
He stepped through the passageway and slowly lowered himself in, switching on his flashlight. Before him, on a simple but elegant pedestal, looking exactly as it did on the day it was put there, was a simply wooden cylinder. And within it, he knew, lay the scroll. Offering a quick prayer, he stepped forward. Suddenly he thought he heard something. Curious, there shouldn't be anything left alive back here, after a few thousand years. He turned around to call one of his workers down, but, instead, in the doorway was framed a complete stranger. It was a macabre red skinned…monster for lack of a better word, clad in a red dress. Although he had never seen this "person" before, a single word just coursed automatically through his mind. "Him!" he gasped as "Him" started to laugh maniacally at him, and the creature began in an oddly feminine voice.
"Oh, how delightful. I've been looking for this delightful scroll. Good thing I've been on vacation from that wretched Townsville"
Howard stood frozen in place for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had never been taught what to do in case of seeing a demon, except to pray and draw a cross. As the demon slowly approached there was the noise of someone scrambling away.
"El Diablo!"
There was a mad scramble as an entire excavation team fled screaming from the purported presence of a Demon.
Him spun around t o see what the noise was, and, in that brief respite from his gaze, Howard spun around and grabbed the cylinder, breaking it apart on his knee so the scroll fell in his hand. He paused, unsure of why he did that, when Him turned back, snarling at him, then, seeing the scroll, the Demon recoiled.
"Arghh"
Him sneered contemptuously down at the cowering man in the hole, then laughed again. With a nonchalant wave, he left and the chamber began to crumble. Howard leapt clear of the falling masonry just in time to save the scroll from destruction but a large chunk of carved ceiling landed crushingly on his legs and back. Gasping with pain, he watched the last beams of light disappear from his vision. Reaching around him, his hands fell on his laptop. Quickly switching it on, he flicked through his contacts highlighting a group of colleagues including one Professor John Utonium of Townsville.
Hurriedly firing off an email like a desperate man who didn't have a lot of time left, which he was, he set down a brief account.
As soon as he was done, he closed his eyes and began to pray.
Then all went blacker still.
The letters were quickly converted to bits of electronic information, then beamed from his laptop to a wireless internet router based in his now abandoned tent. After that it coursed through a satellite, before being sent around the world. Word was out.
Blossom stretched out on her bed.
She was dog tired.
Townsville was seeing an influx of crime like she'd never experienced before. While before, Mojo Jojo broke out of prison every week with a new plan, it now seemed as if he broke out every single day. The monsters were on a rampage. Just today they had to fight four. Not the usual one before lunch break but FOUR!!
Princess seemed to have gone on a buying spree of new weaponry and even the amoeba boys seemed to have gotten more criminal.
At least Him hadn't popped up today. If he had, she'd have just fainted on the spot. Down below she'd imagine Buttercup and Bubbles were probably doing the same. She could use her x-ray vision to see, but, she had no more energy for that. She felt a sudden burst of rage when she thought of Buttercup and Bubbles suffering. Buttercup seemed to be constantly snappy with rings around her eyes, and even Bubbles seemed to have lost her exuberant attitude She was there leader, God damn it! She was supposed to be better than this. As she closed her eyes, for a moment, she thought, she'd give anything to get a moments respite from all this responsibility. She trudged down the stairs, and plopped down on the sofa beside Buttercup and Bubbles, both just watching zombie like at the TV, too tired to change the channel. The Hotline started ringing again, and Blossom could see Buttercup and Bubbles groan. Groaning to herself as well, she got up and simply pulled the plug out.
She turned to a surprised looking Buttercup and Bubbles.
"Listen Girls, we can't keep this up much longer. There's way too much going on"
Buttercup scowled at her.
"Yeah, but you damn well know we can do nothing about it, Leader Girl"
"Listen, I can do nothing about it, but we've got to think of a solution"
"So, try harder smartass"
"Will you at least try to be civil to me! I'm just as tired out as you are"
"Well, can't you FU…"
Bubbles who had just been staring at them started to bawl openly.
"WE..can't…sob…do anything at…sob…all"
"Shut up, all you do is cry"
Blossom stood up suddenly.
"Okay, all of you shut up for a moment! WE have to think of a way. Maybe we just spend some nights camping in Townsville prison we could stop the inmates from escaping in the first place"
"Yeah, bright idea. WE're tired out so let's just all go and spend nights camping in some dank prison. That would be sooo relaxing"
Buttercup retorted suddenly.
"Well, why don't you try coming up with solutions yourself?"
"You're the one with all the plans, leader girl"
"What!..."
Just as Bubble was beginning to cry again the Professor rushed in.
"Girls, Girls, stop fighting for a moment, I think I've got a way to stop all this crime"
"Yeh, you know where you can stick your plans"
"Oh, you're so obtuse"
"WAhhhh"
"Girls!"
The Girls turned around to look at the irate professor.
"What?"
"Listen, I just received this email…"
To be continued (I hope) Hmm, that wasn't as good as I hoped it would be, my writing skills must be quite rusty, and I'm supposed to be doing English Coursework too… I pity the English teachers who have to read my rubbish, loll.
Anyhoo, I'll just run this through spellcheck and post it up. I'll cringe at my awful selling and grammer when I feel less sleepy and more human again. Ttyl. Btw, you know review and all that stuff.
