Hey everybody!!!! This is the only time I got to post a decent chapter since my mom isn't working today so I'm gonna. I also have a problem you, the reader. You see some of you who read this story don't review. Why? I don't know. You want to know how I could tell? Listen to this. Breakaway_republic e-mailed me sometime ago concerning my fic. So, breakaway_republic, how come you didn't review my story? You clearly read and you must have liked it so why not review it?
You see, people, I am very dependent on reviews. They make me feel as though I am actually writing a story and not just typing. So please…after you read a chapter from now on, review it at least once. You can do it anonymously or just sign in; it doesn't matter.
To breakaway_republic and jim hawking jr.: I thank you for sending me ideas for a new character, but sadly, I was referring to Mercy Angel. Don't worry; I plan to use these ideas as foundations of the sequel to this saga *hint hint*
There is no possible way to explain how upset I am of all you who didn't review but read my story anyhow, you could have just said 'good job' or 'great'.
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Act II: Revelations of the DarknessWritten by: Ansem Revived
Date: 11/14/03-11/15/03 (I'm just starting to type at 10:46 P.M. By the time I finish it should be around twelve or one o'clock.)
Chapter 2: Fear & Expedience
The night aboard the Hellraiser was still. The loud silence echoed through its metal corridors. This was most unusual, no one talking no one watching TV or listening to music. Nothing… The only action that was seen was that her captain sitting in the den's recliner chair rocking softly.
Mirak stared blankly at the door to the training room across from his chair. His mind was swirling with concerned thoughts; he only wanted to get rid of them by doing something, but thoughts about the Outlaw Star was nailed in too deep. Mirak was afraid…
Afraid for his ship…
Afraid for his crew…
Afraid for his life…
If he could, he would reverse time and answer no to Duuz's request. But it was too late; the ship already had a set course to the Weapons Training Facility. This would be the second time in his life in which he would have to exchange blows with magic. Mirak still had the burn marks from that #18 in his chest; luckily the one who fired it had no idea that a dragon surrounded by flames would emerge from the barrel of the caster. This sent fear to his enemy and caused him to drop the gun, weakening the dragon and causing it to knock Mirak a few feet back in the air carrying a large, burn on his chest. That was an experience that he would never want to encounter again.
Thoughts like these kept coming back to him during circumstances such as this; they triggered his only fear…death. Unlike most outlaws, Mirak wasn't cocky, reckless, but not cocky.
Mirak knew everyone onboard was awake, they had to be awake; no one could calm about this. If he could, he would ask Ryota to start his fighter so they could race or argue with Cecilia and Bill. But no, he wouldn't, they deserved their peace, he was surely getting his. The only thing he could do was to practice throwing knives in the training room, but he wouldn't. He chose to force himself to sleep on the recliner and to void all his thoughts. He set the recliner and took a look at his watch.
"4:00. Bill should be getting up by this time."
As if on queue, the black-haired mechanic emerged from the last room down the hall. Yawning, Bill walked towards the couch. His eyes were getting red as he tried to rub the sleep out and his hair was shifted to one side. "Good morning."
"Same to you."
"Why are you up so early," Bill lay down on the couch and folded his arms behind his head, "You know I have to ready the docking procedures. Are you going to help me?" He yawned again.
"You didn't get any sleep, didn't you?" Mirak set down recline. "I sure was going to."
"No, I didn't," Bill sat up and tried to reorganize his dark hair, "after that fright you gave us last night, I doubt anyone did."
Mirak laughed a bit, "So…are you up to it?"
"Why are you asking me that? I'm not fighting, you guys are." Bill scratched his back, smacking his lips.
"But, you do know if this somehow makes its way in space, you're commanding the Hellraiser."
"I have no problem with that, it's much harder for a spaceship to come close to her when you three are buzzing around." He yawned again.
Mirak got up, "You can go back to sleep for a while, you're still tired. I'll do the docking stuff."
"Well, I am a litter drowsy…ok, I will, on the couch that is." With that, Bill plopped right back on it, snoring instantly.
A frostbiting sensation rode right through Harry McDougall's right arm, causing him to shriek. The purple mist from Thomas's arm was swirling around his. His joints were frozen stiff, the pain was surging past his shoulder right into his skull, causing his jaws to throb; his eyes were getting teary.
"Feel it…feel the pain. The pain that I felt those two-hundred YEARS AGO!!!" Thomas's grip tightened, he laughed manically, "WE'LL GET THEM HARRY!!! THEY'LL GET THEIRS YET!!! IT'S YOU AND ME AGAINST THE UNIVERSE. THERE'S A CHANCE THAT THESE PLANETS WILL BE LINKED AFTER ALL!!!" Thomas reared his head back, "JAMES AND MELFINA…I'M COMING FOR YOU!!!!"
Snap!!
The surge of pain that overwhelmed Harry vanished, immediately, Harry rested is head in his hand. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before, the freezing twinge that was in his arm scared him. His head started to ache as he wondered what Thomas was chanting about. He opened his eyes to ask him. "Thomas, what-where are you?!?!"
Thomas was nowhere to be found. This was starting to annoy Harry, he felt no different than he did when he was back in the apartment. He felt no great power swimming through his veins, he felt no more enthusiastic that he was before…he felt nothing but regular old Harry.
He felt a something wrap around his wrist, something cold.
"What is this?" It felt almost like a dead hand, squeezing tightly. His arm rose by itself, high above his head. "What's going on?" Fear started to rise inside Harry. His palm balled into a fist, slightly shaking. He felt almost like a mannequin, a puppet…this started to remind him of how he treated Melfina.
He scowled at himself, he had to forget about her and go on, if he destroyed an entire space station just to exact his revenge, he was going to get something out of it. Thinking of this, he let the invisible force its will.
That sharp pain came back to him, but this time it wasn't as bad. Harry managed to keep a straight face during the ordeal. Violet, cool fire emerged his fist, blinding Harry for the shine it gave off was tremendous. He placed his left arm over his eyes, blocking it. He clenched his jaws tightly, waiting for the surge to stop. Harry could feel the pain going up and down his arm, faster and faster. Now it was speeding; his whole arm was freezing.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. The glow vanished. Relieved, Harry looked up and saw that his fist had something contained in it.
A sword, the same sword…the sword that Thomas used on him.
The black diamonds on the blade shown with a peculiar glow; Harry tried to pull his arm down for a closer inspection, but the invisible force still had him. The fire emerged again but this time it was covering the sword. The sword along with his arm started to vibrate. As it was doing this, purple specks of light started appearing under Harry's eyes. He looked down to see what was happening.
The carcasses of Magusser 9 stopped drifting. Upon their chests was a shining indigo spark that lit up the darkness of that area of space. Out of one of the bodies, their spark shot right at Harry, forming a slender ray of indigo. Harry's fear started to subside, he almost unusually felt…comfortable. The ray passed by him and impacted the sword, which also turned indigo. Several more rays emerged from more people, hitting the sword in Harry's fist.
His mind was brought to a standstill as everything went dark. Drifting… Drifting into darkness… comfort… home…
Images of Ron and the little girl appeared in his mind, they still remained the soulless bodies Harry remembered them. Beside them, a man in a police uniform appeared, his face was just as pale as the next person arrived, a woman in a scarlet nightgown along with her mate, a man with a T-shirt and corduroy boxers.
More and more people's souls were popping up by the thousands. Harry couldn't possibly count them all; it also amazed him at how organized they were lined up in rows, rows with no number at all.
Harry got out of his trance, only to see the greatest light show ever! Indigo lights from the people under him came by the millions, all gathering towards the sword, now the pivotal object.
Harry grinned…this was what Thomas tried to tell him, an easier way to collect souls. He was ready; he could finally feel that powerful feeling within him, the dominance of being an invincible entity. No one could stop him; everyone will become a servant, a shadow…
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Finally, done with chapter 2. I hope you like it. And if you just happened to accidentally click on this fic, just leave a review saying 'my mistake' or something. Also, if you want me to read a story, leave a review telling me to check it out and I will leave you very detailed review.
Ansem Revived
PS: All the action starts in the next chapter!!!J