Hello again! Once more, we find ourselves on the road of my insanity. Here is Deeping Dream, Chapter 11. As always, send me reviews- they make me feel loved!
Legalities: I do not own Darkstalkers or any characters thereof.
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" SHOWTIME!"
Chapter 11
No Rest for the Wounded
Morrigan walked back into the tent where Dimitri sat dazed, staring at the floor as he attempted to find out what the hell had just happened to him.
" We found your friends. They should be arriving-" she looked at him, took in the look on his face, and said, " Are you okay?"
Dimitri shook his head. " I'm fine," he lied. No way he would tell anyone what had just happened until he knew what it was himself.
[ With the way my luck's going,] a cynical side of his mind spoke, [ I'm going insane.]
The rest of him found that hilarious, and he barely restrained laughing out loud. Morrigan looked at him like he'd went mad- when she came in, he looked like he'd just been struck dumb, and now he was grinning and chuckling.
He shook his head. " It's nothing. Just an after-effect of feeding."
Morrigan looked at him oddly, but only said, " If you say so. Your friends will be here in a minute. Let's go back to my tent."
As they headed back, Dimitri caught sight of Felicia and Jon.
" Guys!" he yelled to them. They looked in his direction, and went over to him. Both were greatly saddened.
" Dimitri," Felicia said, looking at the still-burning pyre tower, " it isn't... who I think it is, right? Please tell me... that it isn't Pyron."
Dimitri sighed. " It's him. The bastard got here first."
Jon cursed loudly, and then added, " What happened?"
Morrigan told her story again, this time with far less sobbing (and without the accent). when she finished, she said, " Who's this Pyron? Is he behind this? He must be a demon to do this..."
Jon snorted. " Lady, you don't know the half of it."
Speaking as swiftly as possible without leaving anything out, Dimitri, Felicia, and Jon told their tale, beginning with Dimitri's tale of being attacked at his castle, to Jon's tale of the Ebonrule, and Felicia adding her own bit about spotting the funeral pyre. At the end, Morrigan shook her head.
" I'll be damned," she spoke, and was about to add more when...
The ground shook. A roaring scream was heard, and the screams of men dying.
The four rushed to the source of the scream and saw something hellish attacking a group of soldiers. The monstrosity was hideous in the extreme. Large, alligator-like heads protuded from long necks near it's middle- Dimitri counted five of them. Each had long, razor-sharp teeth, and no eyes. Several had crimson flecks on them, where they had been snapping at the soldiers. One had a large spear sticking out the side.
Right below these were hands- huge hands, the size of a giant's, that dragged the creature along the ground. These hands were crushing the life out of several soldiers who got too close to the beast. There were about ten in number- it was hard to be more accurate, as the hands constantly shifted and twisted about. A long tail supported it's back.
On the top, where the heads of normal beasts lay, was a human female, whose body was almost entirely covered in the dark blue scales of the beast she was part of. She had no lower torso, but simply merged with the beast. She was laughing as she tore into the soldiers.
Dimitri rushed forward and threw the Ebonrule, which had lit up into azure flame when Dimitri spotted the creature. It sliced through a hand that held a soldier, severing it at the wrist. The soldier dropped down, hitting hard enough to elicit a banging noise when his armor hit the ground. He was carried off by others soon.
Several soldiers were flying about the creature's female torso, attempting to stab it- but every time, the human face spewed forth a strange, blood-like substance that burned like acid. Morrigan spread her wings and flapped to join them, mentally summoning a fireball. She flung it, only to have her efforts rewarded with a blast of acid. She swerved to dodge it and was struck by a grasping hand. It flung her to the ground, where she lay dazed.
Jon had leaped straight towards the creature- he was never one to plan his attacks- and had bitten one of the heads. He now held on with all his might, biting all the while. It screamed in pain as Jon attempted to tear it off. Another head swerved from the soldier it was going to bite and headed straight for Jon, meaning to rip the annoyance from it's brother.
Felicia, seeing Jon in imminent danger, launched herself into the head, rolled into a ball. The blow knocked it off course, and instead of hitting Jon, it bit through the neck of the other head. The head fell with a thunk, and Jon leaped off.
Dimitri had not been very surprised when Ebonrule returned to his hand instantly- one part of him had been very sure of it- and he threw it again. The years of training with a spear paid off once more, as this time it stabbed another hand and split it apart, the separated ends burning with blue fire. He turned in time to see one of the heads launching at him, mouth gaping. He grabbed it's spread jaws and used his enormous strength to keep it from closing.
Morrigan, her head finally clearing, gazed at Dimitri's straining at the head. She distracted it with a fireball to the face- it screamed and stopped it's attempt to devour the vampire. He ended it's pain with the returned Ebonrule, the spear easily cleaving it's neck.
Jon, again attempting the gung-ho approach to combat, leaped into the air and swept his claws along the beast's torso. Long red lines appeared there, and the female face of the monster spat poison at him. He rolled out of the way, and struck into it's flesh with both hands, using the scales as an impromptu ladder.
[ That bitch!] he thought, never realizing how absurd his thoughts were. [ She spit on me!]
Felicia, seeing Jon heading towards what could possibly be a very painful death, launched herself up the creature, dodging the hand and mouths while clambering up the creature. One of the remaining heads launched after her, a spear dangling from it's side.
Morrigan launched something herself- a fireball that caught the spear in the head's side. The spear's wooden end exploded in flame, and the tip, propelled by the blast, fired deeper into the head, where it's connections with the central brain were lodged. The tip cut these vital connections and shot out the other side of it's head. The head jerked and then dropped, limp and powerless, to the ground.
Dimitri, meanwhile, found himself the receiver of the unwanted attention of the remaining two heads. He swung his spear in wide, burning arcs, hoping that someone would help him- Ebonrule was mighty, but it wouldn't keep him from getting torn in half if just one of these heads got through. He kept up his swinging, the burning spear lighting up the night with it's sapphire glow. One head tried to get in, and it's upper jaw was sliced in half for it's trouble. The other rushed in while Dimitri tried to stab the other, and although Dimitri's reflexes kept him from being bit, he was hit by the ends of the jaws, and was driven backward several feet, barely keeping hold of Ebonrule. The heads rushed after him, jaws wide open.
Jon had reached the top, and the female body, distracted by several guards, did not notice him until he had latched his jaws quite firmly on her neck. She tried to scream and merely gurgled. One of the hands reached up to tear him away, and it almost made it when Felicia, with a cat-like hiss, slashed it with her claws. Jon gave one fierce tug straight up, and the female head separated from the torso. With that act, the entire creature shuddered and fell limp. The two heads fell barely a foot from Dimitri, who had beleived himself to be one dead vampire. Morrigan moved away from the body, trying to avoid being crushed by it's weight. As she went over to help Dimitri up, she felt more than saw what was happening behind her.
When she turned, she saw a ghostly image of a woman, floating above the dead creature. She was screaming as several horned beasts grabbed her and dragged her away- a gust of wind blew the vision apart.
A guard nearby asked, " What in the name of all that is holy was that?"
- That's Chapter 11! As you can see, I've gotten noticeably better at fight scenes! You'd be amazed what writing constantly will do to your writing ability! Until Chapter 12- see ya later!
Legalities: I do not own Darkstalkers or any characters thereof.
[]- Indicates thought.
" SHOWTIME!"
Chapter 11
No Rest for the Wounded
Morrigan walked back into the tent where Dimitri sat dazed, staring at the floor as he attempted to find out what the hell had just happened to him.
" We found your friends. They should be arriving-" she looked at him, took in the look on his face, and said, " Are you okay?"
Dimitri shook his head. " I'm fine," he lied. No way he would tell anyone what had just happened until he knew what it was himself.
[ With the way my luck's going,] a cynical side of his mind spoke, [ I'm going insane.]
The rest of him found that hilarious, and he barely restrained laughing out loud. Morrigan looked at him like he'd went mad- when she came in, he looked like he'd just been struck dumb, and now he was grinning and chuckling.
He shook his head. " It's nothing. Just an after-effect of feeding."
Morrigan looked at him oddly, but only said, " If you say so. Your friends will be here in a minute. Let's go back to my tent."
As they headed back, Dimitri caught sight of Felicia and Jon.
" Guys!" he yelled to them. They looked in his direction, and went over to him. Both were greatly saddened.
" Dimitri," Felicia said, looking at the still-burning pyre tower, " it isn't... who I think it is, right? Please tell me... that it isn't Pyron."
Dimitri sighed. " It's him. The bastard got here first."
Jon cursed loudly, and then added, " What happened?"
Morrigan told her story again, this time with far less sobbing (and without the accent). when she finished, she said, " Who's this Pyron? Is he behind this? He must be a demon to do this..."
Jon snorted. " Lady, you don't know the half of it."
Speaking as swiftly as possible without leaving anything out, Dimitri, Felicia, and Jon told their tale, beginning with Dimitri's tale of being attacked at his castle, to Jon's tale of the Ebonrule, and Felicia adding her own bit about spotting the funeral pyre. At the end, Morrigan shook her head.
" I'll be damned," she spoke, and was about to add more when...
The ground shook. A roaring scream was heard, and the screams of men dying.
The four rushed to the source of the scream and saw something hellish attacking a group of soldiers. The monstrosity was hideous in the extreme. Large, alligator-like heads protuded from long necks near it's middle- Dimitri counted five of them. Each had long, razor-sharp teeth, and no eyes. Several had crimson flecks on them, where they had been snapping at the soldiers. One had a large spear sticking out the side.
Right below these were hands- huge hands, the size of a giant's, that dragged the creature along the ground. These hands were crushing the life out of several soldiers who got too close to the beast. There were about ten in number- it was hard to be more accurate, as the hands constantly shifted and twisted about. A long tail supported it's back.
On the top, where the heads of normal beasts lay, was a human female, whose body was almost entirely covered in the dark blue scales of the beast she was part of. She had no lower torso, but simply merged with the beast. She was laughing as she tore into the soldiers.
Dimitri rushed forward and threw the Ebonrule, which had lit up into azure flame when Dimitri spotted the creature. It sliced through a hand that held a soldier, severing it at the wrist. The soldier dropped down, hitting hard enough to elicit a banging noise when his armor hit the ground. He was carried off by others soon.
Several soldiers were flying about the creature's female torso, attempting to stab it- but every time, the human face spewed forth a strange, blood-like substance that burned like acid. Morrigan spread her wings and flapped to join them, mentally summoning a fireball. She flung it, only to have her efforts rewarded with a blast of acid. She swerved to dodge it and was struck by a grasping hand. It flung her to the ground, where she lay dazed.
Jon had leaped straight towards the creature- he was never one to plan his attacks- and had bitten one of the heads. He now held on with all his might, biting all the while. It screamed in pain as Jon attempted to tear it off. Another head swerved from the soldier it was going to bite and headed straight for Jon, meaning to rip the annoyance from it's brother.
Felicia, seeing Jon in imminent danger, launched herself into the head, rolled into a ball. The blow knocked it off course, and instead of hitting Jon, it bit through the neck of the other head. The head fell with a thunk, and Jon leaped off.
Dimitri had not been very surprised when Ebonrule returned to his hand instantly- one part of him had been very sure of it- and he threw it again. The years of training with a spear paid off once more, as this time it stabbed another hand and split it apart, the separated ends burning with blue fire. He turned in time to see one of the heads launching at him, mouth gaping. He grabbed it's spread jaws and used his enormous strength to keep it from closing.
Morrigan, her head finally clearing, gazed at Dimitri's straining at the head. She distracted it with a fireball to the face- it screamed and stopped it's attempt to devour the vampire. He ended it's pain with the returned Ebonrule, the spear easily cleaving it's neck.
Jon, again attempting the gung-ho approach to combat, leaped into the air and swept his claws along the beast's torso. Long red lines appeared there, and the female face of the monster spat poison at him. He rolled out of the way, and struck into it's flesh with both hands, using the scales as an impromptu ladder.
[ That bitch!] he thought, never realizing how absurd his thoughts were. [ She spit on me!]
Felicia, seeing Jon heading towards what could possibly be a very painful death, launched herself up the creature, dodging the hand and mouths while clambering up the creature. One of the remaining heads launched after her, a spear dangling from it's side.
Morrigan launched something herself- a fireball that caught the spear in the head's side. The spear's wooden end exploded in flame, and the tip, propelled by the blast, fired deeper into the head, where it's connections with the central brain were lodged. The tip cut these vital connections and shot out the other side of it's head. The head jerked and then dropped, limp and powerless, to the ground.
Dimitri, meanwhile, found himself the receiver of the unwanted attention of the remaining two heads. He swung his spear in wide, burning arcs, hoping that someone would help him- Ebonrule was mighty, but it wouldn't keep him from getting torn in half if just one of these heads got through. He kept up his swinging, the burning spear lighting up the night with it's sapphire glow. One head tried to get in, and it's upper jaw was sliced in half for it's trouble. The other rushed in while Dimitri tried to stab the other, and although Dimitri's reflexes kept him from being bit, he was hit by the ends of the jaws, and was driven backward several feet, barely keeping hold of Ebonrule. The heads rushed after him, jaws wide open.
Jon had reached the top, and the female body, distracted by several guards, did not notice him until he had latched his jaws quite firmly on her neck. She tried to scream and merely gurgled. One of the hands reached up to tear him away, and it almost made it when Felicia, with a cat-like hiss, slashed it with her claws. Jon gave one fierce tug straight up, and the female head separated from the torso. With that act, the entire creature shuddered and fell limp. The two heads fell barely a foot from Dimitri, who had beleived himself to be one dead vampire. Morrigan moved away from the body, trying to avoid being crushed by it's weight. As she went over to help Dimitri up, she felt more than saw what was happening behind her.
When she turned, she saw a ghostly image of a woman, floating above the dead creature. She was screaming as several horned beasts grabbed her and dragged her away- a gust of wind blew the vision apart.
A guard nearby asked, " What in the name of all that is holy was that?"
- That's Chapter 11! As you can see, I've gotten noticeably better at fight scenes! You'd be amazed what writing constantly will do to your writing ability! Until Chapter 12- see ya later!