Oh! Thank you, thank you all for the reviews! Oh, I'm so happy! =^-^=
Etcetera Kitty: Oh, thank you for all the help! I'm sorry to anybody about his stutter! I thought it sounded cute for him! SORRY!!!!!!! Anyways, Edie is recruited because she had a past with Morse, she's a shape-shifter, and she became herself now because of the potion. The Morse history is one everybody's mind for help. Oh, sorry about Jonathan! I'm NOT GOOD WITH NAMES!!!!!!!!!!! And, why Jekyll and Mina went into her room to heal him...um, I just thought of that! ^^` I know, not so well.
Accendo Caliendrum: Interesting name, first of all. Second, thank you! I'll try to get Skinner more drunk, but I can't promise anything! ^^
Steffi-333: Heh, he is pretty bad. However, he is a sweet bad boy! Huh, oxymoron. ^^ Thank you! And, I think Hyde is hiding behind me now...he fears your wrath, as well as Dorian. (Yells to the two) WHAT A BUNCH OF MEN YOU WIMPS ARE!!!!! AND MINA FELL FOR YOU?!!!!! (I ask, pointing a trembling Dorian.)
Clez: OH! You know Italian! I'm happy! Or, I think you do. Eh-hem. Thank you!!!!
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Edie never was used to water.
She would be glad when this mission was complete. However, she would have to wait six, or even seven, more days until she would be transported back to Europe for relaxation.
This would've sound like heaven to her...if her house was still intact. Now, she would have no home to go to. Well, there was Germany or Italy she could live at. After all, her family usually switched from both countries (with what little of time she spent with her family), so she hoped she would be able to take it as her new home.
She was glad Kapitän Nemo had taken the way westward to Asia from America. That was why the trip would last them about five to six days to the destination. Now, they had only four more days to travel. The reason why it might've changed to six was because after five days, it took at least 17 hours to finally reach the shore of Korea, so it could count as a full day, perhaps.
She sighed. She had retired to her room for the afternoon, writing in her small journal. She didn't even know why she had brought it in the first place, but she did.
She still could not get the feelings of lust for Frau Harker out of her. She felt a burst of enmity for Herr Jekyll in her. It wasn't fair. The vampire rejected her, yet she acted kindly towards the beast. Edie could pity the doctor, but not so much. To make matters worse, Frau Harker even smiled once at Signors Gray, Sawyer, and Skinner, and acted kindly towards them, or as kind as the vampire could be. She was on good terms with Signore Quartermain and Kapitän Nemo as well.
The hybrid sighed. Oh well. Perhaps there were more. She huffed. She doubted it, however.
She set her diary down. Her room really was nice, as was the ship, despite it only having British and Hindu artifacts and art. Yet, what did she care? After all, human antiques didn't matter to her.
She stared at the mirror in her room, starting to undo her ebony braid. She pondered about Richard. Would she meet him at the fortress? If she did, she knew a battle would rage between them, and she would have to win. She was relived at the thought of getting revenge; yet, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret thinking death thoughts.
She shook her head. Perhaps Signore Quartermain was right: she was going a bit soft. Well, after all this was done, she would finally have nothing to do with human affairs. She would live either in Germany or Italy, or even in Austria, and settle with the quiet life far away from contact. This time, nobody would try to recruit her. She would make sure of that.
Even for this one-time mission, she was starting to actually almost mourn for human losses, actually give up into their arrogant, tyrant ways. It was all so confusing for her now.
She didn't wish to blame the League entirely; she could tell they exactly did not wish to have the weight of the world on their shoulders. After all, they just wanted a quiet life from society, to be away from humans as well. Frau Harker and Herr Jekyll, to keep their curses from harming others; Signore Sawyer, well, he did want a large part in society, as did Signore Quartermain; Herr Skinner was just a thief, trapped in invisibility; Signore Gray tried to have a quiet life; and Kapitän Nemo wanted freedom for his people, to perhaps redeem his piracy legacy.
However, a small mutual feeling for them rose in her. Why did she have to be involved? Just because of her abilities and her history, she was certain. For once, she found herself hating her specialty. Of course, perhaps, if she was not the was she was now, she wouldn't be so rough and harsh, actually dreaming for a chance like this.
She just wanted a simple life, like that, perhaps, of an animal. Maybe she could spend the rest of her days in her forms. She had plenty to choose from, so she wouldn't have to be stuck in one forever.
She would be glad when this was all over.
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Richard smirked as he paced the hall. His castle was not at all different from Moriarty, the late enemy of the League; he actually copied the Fortress, with some minor changes, making it a little more space. He had less equipment, yet it was close to it. He didn't want to give the League that long of trying to find him. This was all so amusing to him.
Eve and Blaise had returned, following him. Willow, as usual, trailed behind him like a lost puppy, her blank eyes staring into nothing happily. He really was grateful for Hans, the manipulator, being his best friend. Of course, Hans was to be chained around the neck, and he now claimed hatred for Richard, yet he still did his ex-friend's bidding.
He snickered. He had been able to conquer the small peninsula easily. What with their weak defenses and problems with Japan, they had been able to give into the mutation easily. They gave up their crops for healing, yet he still bided his time. He always laughed ruthlessly at any burial, which was becoming even more plentiful than ever.
Perhaps he would strike China and Japan next, then Russia, and India, to the League's captain's distress. He wouldn't want to kill them; more like torture them. He had strong torture methods with his mutants, and he knew their weakness of seeing people being harmed. It was his sick sense of thrill.
Edie. He grinned wolfishly, his mind suddenly filled with the thoughts of her. He would probably treat her and the vampire a little kinder, yet not so much. They would be more of his, higher than even Willow, Blaise, and Eve.
He had something especially special in store for her. Actually, Willow would be the one who would do the task. This was all so filling to him.
He knew he had lost his mind. He lost his mind eight years ago, when he finally finished this project of his. He was still sane enough to think how insane he had become over the past years.
The cool voice of Eve awoke him. "Sir? Richard? He's here."
He shook his head. They had been waiting for the arrival of Xavier. A rather large, handsome man from America, he was once an assassin called Theodore Wildly. He was quite charming and actually sweet for his line of work, a ladies man, yet all his dreams disappeared when he was beaten by Blaise.
She dragged the man in rope to Richard, where he shoved the mutation of wings and a scorpion tail in his mouth, and began to train him hard. Soon, Xavier was a powerful foot-soldier, who had been partners with a late Jacob Haden, a werewolf who had the potential being one of the high-level soldiers with Blaise, Eve, and Willow. That is, until he fell into one of the large cauldrons of the mutation, causing negative results that made him worthless.
When her eyes met his, Eve began to growl menacingly, who returned it with a cool glare.
Eve never did like foot soldiers that could almost be in the same position as her and the other two. She felt like they were stripping her of her job, and she worked too hard to get into the position. Xavier and her had gone off in a heated argument already when it was his first week as a soldier. It had caused Richard to put his doubts in Eve, to keep her secured and chained until she could behave herself. That week was not good for her, nor was it for the rookie.
The small child was also high on Xavier's hate list. She had caught him, giving his the humiliation to be beaten by a small girl. Many of the other soldiers had mourned over losing to her, yet he was the worst; he was an assassin, for Christ's Sake!
As for Willow, she freaked him out. Her silence, looks, and psychic powers were the basic causes of her earning the reputation as frightening. She seemed more of an obedient ghost. Certainly, she was quite pretty and skimpy enough for a man to want to kiss her. However, first, Richard didn't allow anybody kissing the three girls; second, she didn't allow anybody near her or the boss; third, the reason was why anybody wanted to go for her in the first place.
Richard smirked calmly at the soldier, who threw him a wary eye. He still didn't forgive the boss for locking him up.
"Ah, Xavier. Good to see you have agreed to join the girls for battling the League. Are you sure you are up to it? You may still back out." He gave the soldier a would-be innocent smile, yet his eyes spoke "Don't even think about leaving" loud and clear. Xavier gulped.
"Yes, sir. I believe I am ready for this task." He straightened himself up, going into the salute, crossing both arms across his chest.
"Good! Now, I'll leave you four alone to perhaps get better aquatinted with yourselves, eh?" With that, he bobbed to the four soldiers and left, smirking evilly.
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Even as a small boy, growing up in London with a large family of aristocrats, he has always been interested with the structures of organisms. Wings, arms, heads, legs, all that were perhaps more intriguing to him than any adventure.
He especially loved the female structures, any female organism. Whether it was bird, frog, horse, or any other. However, human females were the most interesting of them all.
Soon, the ideas of exchanging some structures with others clouded his mind from 20 to 24. When he finally finished college, he had already started with plans for a potion to perhaps give other abilities to any organism.
When he was 25, he met Edie, a sweet, innocent soul who was like any woman, despite being a hybrid of German and Italian. She was anything a women was, yet he sensed a soul of power in her. They fell for each other for three years, until one night.
He always was into alcohol; you could say that's how his ideas came into his head. Even Rodney Skinner would be awestruck with his habit. After she ran away and left him passed out, he finally had enough inspiration to continue his work.
Even to this day, he didn't know why he didn't sent the virus out years ago, when there was no League. Oh yes; his mourning over Edie and alcohol got in the way of his dreams. However, this was no matter to him.
What was left of his sanity was used to ponder why he even thought of doing this. What was the point? He knew half the reason was insanity, yet the other half, he could think of no reason.
He retired to his room, filled with thoughts of women and his potions. His dreams were plagued with nightmares now; instead of the steady, dirty dreams of his he considered artworks. He had strange taste in art, which hardly anybody would consider even a hobby, rather perverted.
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It seems short to me, but I couldn't think of anything else but the thoughts of Edie and Richard. It seems pretty much like a pointless chapter. Do not fear! I shall have more interesting chapters after this!!!
Etcetera Kitty: Oh, thank you for all the help! I'm sorry to anybody about his stutter! I thought it sounded cute for him! SORRY!!!!!!! Anyways, Edie is recruited because she had a past with Morse, she's a shape-shifter, and she became herself now because of the potion. The Morse history is one everybody's mind for help. Oh, sorry about Jonathan! I'm NOT GOOD WITH NAMES!!!!!!!!!!! And, why Jekyll and Mina went into her room to heal him...um, I just thought of that! ^^` I know, not so well.
Accendo Caliendrum: Interesting name, first of all. Second, thank you! I'll try to get Skinner more drunk, but I can't promise anything! ^^
Steffi-333: Heh, he is pretty bad. However, he is a sweet bad boy! Huh, oxymoron. ^^ Thank you! And, I think Hyde is hiding behind me now...he fears your wrath, as well as Dorian. (Yells to the two) WHAT A BUNCH OF MEN YOU WIMPS ARE!!!!! AND MINA FELL FOR YOU?!!!!! (I ask, pointing a trembling Dorian.)
Clez: OH! You know Italian! I'm happy! Or, I think you do. Eh-hem. Thank you!!!!
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Edie never was used to water.
She would be glad when this mission was complete. However, she would have to wait six, or even seven, more days until she would be transported back to Europe for relaxation.
This would've sound like heaven to her...if her house was still intact. Now, she would have no home to go to. Well, there was Germany or Italy she could live at. After all, her family usually switched from both countries (with what little of time she spent with her family), so she hoped she would be able to take it as her new home.
She was glad Kapitän Nemo had taken the way westward to Asia from America. That was why the trip would last them about five to six days to the destination. Now, they had only four more days to travel. The reason why it might've changed to six was because after five days, it took at least 17 hours to finally reach the shore of Korea, so it could count as a full day, perhaps.
She sighed. She had retired to her room for the afternoon, writing in her small journal. She didn't even know why she had brought it in the first place, but she did.
She still could not get the feelings of lust for Frau Harker out of her. She felt a burst of enmity for Herr Jekyll in her. It wasn't fair. The vampire rejected her, yet she acted kindly towards the beast. Edie could pity the doctor, but not so much. To make matters worse, Frau Harker even smiled once at Signors Gray, Sawyer, and Skinner, and acted kindly towards them, or as kind as the vampire could be. She was on good terms with Signore Quartermain and Kapitän Nemo as well.
The hybrid sighed. Oh well. Perhaps there were more. She huffed. She doubted it, however.
She set her diary down. Her room really was nice, as was the ship, despite it only having British and Hindu artifacts and art. Yet, what did she care? After all, human antiques didn't matter to her.
She stared at the mirror in her room, starting to undo her ebony braid. She pondered about Richard. Would she meet him at the fortress? If she did, she knew a battle would rage between them, and she would have to win. She was relived at the thought of getting revenge; yet, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret thinking death thoughts.
She shook her head. Perhaps Signore Quartermain was right: she was going a bit soft. Well, after all this was done, she would finally have nothing to do with human affairs. She would live either in Germany or Italy, or even in Austria, and settle with the quiet life far away from contact. This time, nobody would try to recruit her. She would make sure of that.
Even for this one-time mission, she was starting to actually almost mourn for human losses, actually give up into their arrogant, tyrant ways. It was all so confusing for her now.
She didn't wish to blame the League entirely; she could tell they exactly did not wish to have the weight of the world on their shoulders. After all, they just wanted a quiet life from society, to be away from humans as well. Frau Harker and Herr Jekyll, to keep their curses from harming others; Signore Sawyer, well, he did want a large part in society, as did Signore Quartermain; Herr Skinner was just a thief, trapped in invisibility; Signore Gray tried to have a quiet life; and Kapitän Nemo wanted freedom for his people, to perhaps redeem his piracy legacy.
However, a small mutual feeling for them rose in her. Why did she have to be involved? Just because of her abilities and her history, she was certain. For once, she found herself hating her specialty. Of course, perhaps, if she was not the was she was now, she wouldn't be so rough and harsh, actually dreaming for a chance like this.
She just wanted a simple life, like that, perhaps, of an animal. Maybe she could spend the rest of her days in her forms. She had plenty to choose from, so she wouldn't have to be stuck in one forever.
She would be glad when this was all over.
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Richard smirked as he paced the hall. His castle was not at all different from Moriarty, the late enemy of the League; he actually copied the Fortress, with some minor changes, making it a little more space. He had less equipment, yet it was close to it. He didn't want to give the League that long of trying to find him. This was all so amusing to him.
Eve and Blaise had returned, following him. Willow, as usual, trailed behind him like a lost puppy, her blank eyes staring into nothing happily. He really was grateful for Hans, the manipulator, being his best friend. Of course, Hans was to be chained around the neck, and he now claimed hatred for Richard, yet he still did his ex-friend's bidding.
He snickered. He had been able to conquer the small peninsula easily. What with their weak defenses and problems with Japan, they had been able to give into the mutation easily. They gave up their crops for healing, yet he still bided his time. He always laughed ruthlessly at any burial, which was becoming even more plentiful than ever.
Perhaps he would strike China and Japan next, then Russia, and India, to the League's captain's distress. He wouldn't want to kill them; more like torture them. He had strong torture methods with his mutants, and he knew their weakness of seeing people being harmed. It was his sick sense of thrill.
Edie. He grinned wolfishly, his mind suddenly filled with the thoughts of her. He would probably treat her and the vampire a little kinder, yet not so much. They would be more of his, higher than even Willow, Blaise, and Eve.
He had something especially special in store for her. Actually, Willow would be the one who would do the task. This was all so filling to him.
He knew he had lost his mind. He lost his mind eight years ago, when he finally finished this project of his. He was still sane enough to think how insane he had become over the past years.
The cool voice of Eve awoke him. "Sir? Richard? He's here."
He shook his head. They had been waiting for the arrival of Xavier. A rather large, handsome man from America, he was once an assassin called Theodore Wildly. He was quite charming and actually sweet for his line of work, a ladies man, yet all his dreams disappeared when he was beaten by Blaise.
She dragged the man in rope to Richard, where he shoved the mutation of wings and a scorpion tail in his mouth, and began to train him hard. Soon, Xavier was a powerful foot-soldier, who had been partners with a late Jacob Haden, a werewolf who had the potential being one of the high-level soldiers with Blaise, Eve, and Willow. That is, until he fell into one of the large cauldrons of the mutation, causing negative results that made him worthless.
When her eyes met his, Eve began to growl menacingly, who returned it with a cool glare.
Eve never did like foot soldiers that could almost be in the same position as her and the other two. She felt like they were stripping her of her job, and she worked too hard to get into the position. Xavier and her had gone off in a heated argument already when it was his first week as a soldier. It had caused Richard to put his doubts in Eve, to keep her secured and chained until she could behave herself. That week was not good for her, nor was it for the rookie.
The small child was also high on Xavier's hate list. She had caught him, giving his the humiliation to be beaten by a small girl. Many of the other soldiers had mourned over losing to her, yet he was the worst; he was an assassin, for Christ's Sake!
As for Willow, she freaked him out. Her silence, looks, and psychic powers were the basic causes of her earning the reputation as frightening. She seemed more of an obedient ghost. Certainly, she was quite pretty and skimpy enough for a man to want to kiss her. However, first, Richard didn't allow anybody kissing the three girls; second, she didn't allow anybody near her or the boss; third, the reason was why anybody wanted to go for her in the first place.
Richard smirked calmly at the soldier, who threw him a wary eye. He still didn't forgive the boss for locking him up.
"Ah, Xavier. Good to see you have agreed to join the girls for battling the League. Are you sure you are up to it? You may still back out." He gave the soldier a would-be innocent smile, yet his eyes spoke "Don't even think about leaving" loud and clear. Xavier gulped.
"Yes, sir. I believe I am ready for this task." He straightened himself up, going into the salute, crossing both arms across his chest.
"Good! Now, I'll leave you four alone to perhaps get better aquatinted with yourselves, eh?" With that, he bobbed to the four soldiers and left, smirking evilly.
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Even as a small boy, growing up in London with a large family of aristocrats, he has always been interested with the structures of organisms. Wings, arms, heads, legs, all that were perhaps more intriguing to him than any adventure.
He especially loved the female structures, any female organism. Whether it was bird, frog, horse, or any other. However, human females were the most interesting of them all.
Soon, the ideas of exchanging some structures with others clouded his mind from 20 to 24. When he finally finished college, he had already started with plans for a potion to perhaps give other abilities to any organism.
When he was 25, he met Edie, a sweet, innocent soul who was like any woman, despite being a hybrid of German and Italian. She was anything a women was, yet he sensed a soul of power in her. They fell for each other for three years, until one night.
He always was into alcohol; you could say that's how his ideas came into his head. Even Rodney Skinner would be awestruck with his habit. After she ran away and left him passed out, he finally had enough inspiration to continue his work.
Even to this day, he didn't know why he didn't sent the virus out years ago, when there was no League. Oh yes; his mourning over Edie and alcohol got in the way of his dreams. However, this was no matter to him.
What was left of his sanity was used to ponder why he even thought of doing this. What was the point? He knew half the reason was insanity, yet the other half, he could think of no reason.
He retired to his room, filled with thoughts of women and his potions. His dreams were plagued with nightmares now; instead of the steady, dirty dreams of his he considered artworks. He had strange taste in art, which hardly anybody would consider even a hobby, rather perverted.
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It seems short to me, but I couldn't think of anything else but the thoughts of Edie and Richard. It seems pretty much like a pointless chapter. Do not fear! I shall have more interesting chapters after this!!!