Greetings intolerable and unintelligent humans! How was your day? My day was fine…
Fine…Yeah right. I'm grounded until March 19th, my birthday just for getting a B- in math, what a pain! I can't even play my video games or go outside; also, I must get a note from my Math teacher everyday describing my behavior!
Anyway, I have two days to complete this chapter or it's history. I'm going to cram all the way to madness, pulling off all-nighters.
This may be one of the most confusing and most intense chapters I have ever written in my entire life. I mean really, who else on the OLS ff.net category writes about a band of freaks that have abnormal powers like my OC's? (Walking/running on water, invincible, intense speed, a Ctarl scared of moonlight…ha!)
Here are some things I would like to say to some people:
Ronin-OK, I'm taking your advice. That whole lady luck thing wouldn't have made sense once I took the time to think about it.
Breakaway_republic-I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING MEAN TO YOU!!! I was going in over my head about reviews that I started to go ballistic. Because of this, I'm going to use your idea and base it on Act III for my apology. (Expect an email from me giving you more details)
Mercy angel 09-I see you… I am closer than you think… You actually believed that if you avoid the darrrrrrknesssssss for a number of weeks that you could lose me?!?!?! I OUTSMARTED YOU!!! (What the hell am I talking about?)
Meidarkreign-I AM SOOO SORRY FOR WHAT I SAID! I just wanted to get rid off this stress by blowing out someone else. Anyway, I must say what you have going on is good, I've been reading it :) You still need to be more descriptive to get rid of the flats in your fic, though. Good job!
Mom-Hi mom!
Dad-uhhh…. um, hi?
PS2- miss you!!!
Gamecube-The stress is unbearable….
Game Boy Advance-the what now?
Game Boy Advance SP- ANSEM WANT ADVANCE WARS 2! ANSEM WANT MARIO & LUIGI! ANSEM WANT METROID FUSION! ANSEM WANT HARVEST MOON! ANSEM WANT GOLDEN SUN 2!
Oh god… I freaked out for a moment…went primitive…again…for the 1010297th time…
Let's just begin before I change again…
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Act II: Revelations of the Darkness
Written by Ansem Revived
Chapter 5: Arrival
Mom…
Dad…
Home…
I want to go home…
Ryota laid on his bed, its covers strewn about the metal floor, drenched in sweat and eyes with bags; a sleepless night full of bad memories and present problems.
Lynching…
Eating…
Drinking…
He always slept with no shirt, Ryota always believed that when sleeping, wearing little can stop a Ctarl's body heat from being stored within, causing some major systems to be more sluggish. His wingmen used to question this when they caught him sleeping with his room set to a 10-degree temperature with only boxers on…
Blinding…
Raping…
Eating…
That was until he told them what happened…
Eating…
EATING…
EATING…
The chance for finding a cure was minuscule. Ryota feared that his eyes were going change again by their selves if he even gazed at the moon.
He hated the creature…it wasn't him.
He often wondered why he was born with it; maybe it had something to do with his parents or something?
He remembered seeing red lights in the darkness…
Those same red beacons of hell that he still feared 8 years straight, those unblinking eyes that stared back at him…
The main central intercom flipped on, "Rise and shine!!! This is your ever-so-lovable captain, C. Mirak, speaking!" Mirak spoke with a false opera-morning voice to cheer everyone up, "We have finally arrived at the Weapons Facility! Please when exiting the ship, have all of your personal belongings and proceed to the Hanger area in an orderly fashion so you can make sure you Fighter is safely removed for inspection. Also, NO WEAPONS!!! When we got in hailing range, they contacted the bridge giving yours truly all the info about what to do; anyways, I'll explain everything else once we met up."
Ryota rose off the bed, smiling at what he heard, "Hopefully after the researchers finish with our ships, we all can get into a low-velocity dogfight and Bill could man the ship and use the artillery." After getting the image in his mind, Ryota went to his dresser and browsed through what few clothes he had.
His intercom started to cackle again, Mirak's voice this time was normal but silent with a small hint of avoidance, "Hey, Ryota, you might need your blindfold here."
The
Ctarl sulked, "Damn," he leaned on the wall, placing his hands on his face; he
let them rake his hair slowly, "How can there be a moon around here? Obviously this place has no gravitational
pull on anything around it."
"Coincidentally, from the radar and from databases, a minute and unlivable
planet lies, oh…400 kilometers away from here.
Articles say that all the hostile gases from the planet caused some kind
of negative reaction to its atmosphere's chemicals, affecting the planet's
gravity pull. The moon isn't really a
'moon', more like an asteroid from another moon, which is now on course to
destroy the planet, but that won't be until for a loooooong while. But anyway, just get your blindfolds for
when we're walking on the main bridge and area's with windows that views the
west."
"…Thanks…" said Ryota hoarsely.
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I don't know, what words I can say,
The wind has a way, to talk to me.
Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby.
I pray for reply. I'm ready
Quiet day calms me,
Oh serenity, someone, please, tell me.
Ohmmmm, what is it they say?
Maybe I'll know one day
I don't know, what words I can say,
The wind has a way, to talk to me.
Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby.
I pray for reply. I'm ready.
"Those words…they're painful…sorrowful…"
Melfina stood on the roof of the Starwind & Hawking building, blue poncho drenched by the dew from the countless days upon it. She wasn't acting normal, she noticed this herself. Ever since that dream, Melfina started to become droned, never talking to no one or responding…everything was about…finding the light…
In the day, the only light was the sun…in the night, the moon… Melfina always remained on the roof, twenty-four/seven; oddly enough, she wasn't even tired.
No one ever came up to check on her, except for Gene, but he was so quiet when he arrived; she never paid any attention to him, Gene would just come up, stand at the steps and look at her for a while, and then leave. He quit doing it as often.
The sunlight was still fresh in the mid-morning; the hustle and bustle of everyday life was heard. To Melfina, though, it was silence. She couldn't care less of what was going on, as long as everyone was ok.
She threw her raven hair to the wind. When Gene found her, she used to always question about herself, why she was created and what was her purpose. Then the incident at the Leyline in which she found her answers but formulated new ones overtime when things just didn't add up right.
The Leyline was a 'machine god'. Man made machines. Who created the Leyline?
If the Leyline was created by a race long dead, what could have happened to them? Obviously, if they have the ability to create a god, what could have obliterated them?
Why was she made the way she was?
Why did she have to be the key to the Leyline?
Why did she have feelings?
It was questions like these that made her dream stranger. But yet, she had an undying feeling about the Leyline.
Melfina started humming her song, she knew it almost instinctively. Its words spoke of someone…maybe her…maybe someone else…
Where did she learn the song?
What was its name?
Why was it so wrong to sing it?
She sighed, realizing that she was asking too much questions. She wanted to ask Gene, but that would give him the impression that what he did for her didn't satisfy her at all.
"He risked his life for me so many times…when he could have just left me…"
She blushed a bit, remembering their first kiss…something that wasn't easily forgotten, he meant it…he loved her.
"No…I won't stress him any further, he helped me find out my past…he's done enough." Melfina started thinking about the dream again. There was no reason to pursue all these answers, she was happy with the way she was.
With that, Melfina removed her poncho and tucked it under her arm and proceeded to the stairwell with a wide grin on her face.
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The Southern 102nd Sentinel III subway was crowded with the typical, business people, normal people, and the homeless. The screeching of the trains seemed to suppress the chitchat of the people that walked across the concrete underneath the dim lights. Harry was sitting on a metal bench, looking at the several digital clocks that timed all the trains; the center one had the actual time.
6:00 pm passed, more people arrived on the trains. "Now it's time, enough people are in the city." Harry stood up, "Let's see if I can do it again…" He smirked as he ran passed everyone and climbed the steps up to the entrance.
There's always a first time for everything, I suppose…
Harry ran down the street, through the turning lane, avoiding and ignoring the drivers. He planned that he would not destroy the whole planet, rather, destroy a city and go to another planet, destroy a city there and so on…
He wanted to see fear…
It would also be fun to see his shadows in action for the first time too. He continued running until he saw some stoplights.
"An intersection." This would be the area, lots of room to move around in, thought Harry. He slowed his pace down to a steady walk and proceeded past the stop lines and people crossing the street; people started staring at him as he walked to the center.
Harry looked at all the cars surrounding him and extended his right hand, stretching its palm. He yelled out loud to so everyone could hear his statement…
"EVERYONE! LISTEN UP! AS MUCH AS I HATE TO SAY, AND I REALLY DO, I AM GOING TO KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE HERE BY THE TIME ALL THESE STOPLIGHTS TURN GREEN. I'M GUESSING THAT THIS CITY IS MORE OF A WORKPLACE THAN A LIVING AREA, SO…TAKE YOUR CELL PHONES AND CALL YOUR FAMILY AND-"
"DAMMIT! GET OUT OF THE ROAD! THE SIGNAL'S GO AND I GOT SOMEWHERE TO GET TO!"
It was hard for Harry to figure out who said that, all the cars were now honking their horns and drivers were leaning out their windows yelling insults and cursing him out.
Harry raised his left hand and gave the middle finger, "I warned you…"
A purple glow around his right arm caused several people become amazed and confused at how the blue-haired freak reared his head and manically laughed at them.
His sword shot out of the glow, the reflections of the streetlights made the sword look more beautiful, giving off a violet shine.
"I love this thing," said Harry.
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine how to do his task…
There will be shadows everywhere in the city; they'll kill of everyone here. Everyone will die, even the women and children! Once everyone is gone, I'll be able to add more shadows to my collection. After this, everyone is going to really fear the McDougall name!
His task was set; all he had to do now was to summon them. Almost oblivious to the cacophony around him, Harry placed the sword vertically parallel to his face and chest.
"What in god's name is he doing?" People started to form around him in a circle, drawn in from Harry's activity.
Suddenly, Harry flipped the weapon between his three middle fingers, turned around and faced a portion of the people around him.
"Foolish mortals…" said Harry. He sprinted towards the person closest to him, a mechanic with a few oil stains. Grinning at the man's reaction, he quickly jumped into the air and raised the sword over his head, abnormally high up.
The man frightfully stared at Harry's intimidating figure above him, "How in the hell did he…"
The mechanic was forever silenced from speaking the rest of his sentence for Harry brought the sword down upon him, slashing him down the middle causing Harry to land on his knees. "Now to see what else I can do…"
Expecting to see some kind of bloodied mess, the by standing citizens were confused as they witnessed the man turn deadly pale as he plopped down to the road, eyes wide open with sheer white, with out spilling a drop of blood.
Someone said, "CALL THE POLICE!!! HE'S A PSYCHO!!!" Everyone started clearing the area hastily as they heard this; people fell over others as they ran away from the outlaw.
Harry got up, readying the violet sword. He laughed at everyone fleeing, "Heh heh heh…I can already see all of them, my loyal servants…"
He twisted his wrist to rotate the sword blade-down; he caught the hilt in his palm. He didn't need to close his eyes this time; he knew exactly how he wanted every thing to be.
Harry then thrust the sword into the concrete. The blade glowed lavender*as its shadow turned circular, regardless of the streetlights. He didn't want to collect souls now; he wanted to summon up some shadows. Oddly, as Harry thought this, the sword's glow changed into a beautiful, but eerie mahogany.
The weapon's shadow started to expand, the air started to become a little chilly. Harry, now used to the sudden temperature changes, stepped back from the still growing shadow.
"Okay…now this is strange…" Harry started thinking otherwise about the shadow, now almost at his feet.
Fool…
Harry did an about face, now running from the shadow. He was convinced that the shadow might affect him if he stayed still. He was drenched in sweat and his eyes were wide open.
Fear…why am I feeling fear? This is my shadow. I am darkness itself… I can't fear the darkness; I control it.
He stopped running and turned to face the now large shadow, "Come to me…"
As expected, the shadow went right pass his feet; he didn't feel a thing except the ground underneath him. Harry looked around the area he was in now to see how far he ran, a few meters down the intersection. It was hard to tell now, the shadow covered almost every building in its radius.
The view was spectacular in its ways, even if there was nothing but black. Every vicinity was covered in the darkness that he created; from Harry's view, the moon seemed to be cut in half as it set behind the giant black structure. The shadow itself was thicker than a regular shadow; it looked more like the darkness of a giant pit. Peculiarly though, people were on the shadow, running away as if they didn't notice it, there were even some that ran right pass him. That's when he saw it…
Within the shadow, a pair of beady yellow eyes made their way to him. When they passed underneath his feet, he took the chance to have a better look at them. Pupil-less yellow eyes stared upward through the shadow, they seemed to close together for a human's pair of eyes, but yet, they were awkward. Harry could sense strange dark energy within the orbs.
The yellow eyes kept going, Harry half-expected them to stop in front of him and some yellowed-eyed monster would emerge from the shadow, just like the little girl. As they passed him, he turned around and noticed that there were a few people of the crowd fleeing away. They probably assumed that the shadow was some kind of a bad omen or something, but oblivious to the four pairs of the yellow eyes, including the pair Harry observed, almost at their heels; they seemed to be chasing the people.
Immediately, one pair showed a great burst of speed, passing the people. It stopped a several feet in front of them, as they ran, the distance grew shorter. The lead runner, a woman, dashed away forward, leaving the other unfortunates behind…that's when she stepped on the eyes.
What Harry saw stunned him. When the woman placed her slender foot on the yellow eyes, the eyes and the rest of it's sinister body jumped out of the shadow, causing the woman to fall over from unbalance. Time seemed to stand still as Harry saw the creature in mid-air and hear the woman scream. The creature had a muscular build in its almost human-like body. It looked more like a naked 7-foot man. Unlike the little girl though, the creature had visible traits, but only on it's face…along with those yellow eyes, it had a mouth. In that mouth was two rows of the sharpest teeth Harry had ever seen; around four inches in length, they probably could tear through flesh with a clean gash. But the way the mouth was formed was chilling, its lips were pointing upward at the ends, making a type of grin. Right now, that grin was directed to the fallen woman as the creature landed back on the ground, next to her.
She screamed bloody murder as she looked up at the sealer of her fate's ominous eyes and malicious smile. It raised its left arm; instead of a five-fingered hand, there was a giant claw. The fingers on the overgrown hand were visible, but the claws protruded from slits on the tips on the fingers. The claws looked as if they could shish kabob a person with all 4 feet…and that's exactly what the monster did to the woman…
As for the others running, three of the smiling creatures emerged from the shadow, even though only one decapitated them in one slice after it caught up.
"Now, this is really interesting," said Harry as he looked at more creatures materialized from the shadow. Other than the smiling creatures, a variety of other fiends appeared as well.
There was a pack of 20 or so black wolves appeared; with their yellow eyes glaring, fangs bared, and hair standing up, they dashed down the streets, taking down their human quarry.
He turned his attention to another batch of creatures, a murder of crows, yellowed eyes as the others. As they unfolded their wings, the birds' crowed into the night sky. Harry was almost startled by their size as one approached him in an inspecting way; its beak was up to his nose wide open cawing, its dry, narrow tongue shot out almost rubbing Harry.
Harry, his hatred of birds still fresh, eyed the giant crow conspicuously. "Of all things…birds…I hate birds…" He rolled his eyes at the bird. As if on cue, the bird placed his head on Harry's chest and started to nuzzle him softly.
"What the?!? What are you doing?" It felt odd when the crow touched him; there was no body heat generating from it whatsoever, not even that common chill that occurred always when he did something. All he could fell was something inner…
"I can feel darkness…pain, suffering, sorrow…" His eyebrows raised in realization, "These monsters…they're souls. These are the same souls from the one's I killed" He closed his eyes and viewed into his dark void…
Fog seemed to have made its way into Harry's darkness.
There was no one there…
It was empty…
The souls were indeed the monsters. It was surprising to see how the millions of souls could vanish…
~What's that? ~
When he peered hard enough into the gray fog, Harry saw a group of small silhouettes and one tall one… Upon closer examination, Harry recognized the secluded souls.
~It seems as if Ron made little kiddy friends~
Droned, Ron and several small children stood side by side next to each other, their faces white as stone.
~How is it that these souls aren't monsters? ~
Your downfall is now inevitable, Harry McDougall…
Harry started to remember Thomas. He remembered him saying something about being too weak to summon children when the little girl killed her grandfather.
~So, I'm still weak, huh? Well, if that's the case, why is Ron still here? ~
He truly is unbalanced…
Angered, Harry opened his eyes back to the real world, which was now drenched in flames. A scream, gurgles, barks, and crowing was heard in perfect harmony to Harry. The burning atmosphere was almost overwhelming; buildings were falling to the gory streets. The fire's heavy heat hit Harry like an electric blanket. After being exposed to temperatures at freezing point so much, why should he complain? The only problem with the glorious fire was that it was too intense for his eyes, forcing him to cover his eyes with his arm; this made him not notice the shadow, filled to the brim with creatures.
Harry took time to look at it, "Damn. They're still coming out." He guessed that while he was inside the darkness, the creatures' number increased by the millions. There was even a new type of creature just emerging from the shadow. Harry almost laughed at the thing's appearance; it looked more scared than anything else with its sad yellow eyes. The monster looked like a lizard that could stand up on its short hind legs for it supported its weight on its frontal legs. The thing's long, pointed head had no features at all, only two comical brown eyebrows that fell back, giving the thing's eyes a sad look. Upon it's head was three small fins and clawed hands were webbed. All in all, the creature looked like a sad sleek black dog-lizard hybrid. More of the creatures emerged from the shadow.
When about 10 came out, the immediately bent their heads and started to emit some nasal noise.
"What are they smelling?"
All at once, the lizards about-faced and stood straight up staring at Harry, reaching six-feet. They didn't smell anything, thought Harry.
"Well, this was pleasant…even though I doubt that Gene and Melfina are here. If the were here, this wouldn't have been so easy…they would have retaliated somehow," Harry tilted his head to the star-studded sky, almost brown due to the illuminating fire.
"This just narrowed down the list of possible areas… If they aren't here, they must be in Heiphong! I know it! They must be there!"
He laughed out loud to the sky, "Gene Starwind! When I catch you, I'm going to kill you myself! And I'm not even going to use my powers either…"
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Well, that's that! I don't have to go to school on Monday; it's snowing :). Anyway, I just want to say that I'm working on decent names for the creatures, so expect them next time.
Also, to the people I apologized to, I feel so guilty for what I have done. To fix the damage I have caused, I will let you make your own character to add to my story. If you do decide to go on with my deal, then make the character not so cool!!! You see, I'm trying to make OS seem more believable to people so no one with a boisterous attitude! S/he can't be the type that would sneak past guards and kill them with out considering the alternatives (just keep them alive and unharmed). So please, try to do this. I'm trying not to make my characters look like super-cool people wearing sunglasses and wielding Uzi's. Put the description in the review…also try to make a decent background for them.
One more thing, I know that the Melfina part was sappy, I'M TIRED!!!!
Well, that's that! Just hope that I don't go to school on Tuesday!
Ansem Revived
*=I'm going to start using synonyms to 'purple'.