Authors note:
Dark-Sephiroth: Thanks to all my reviewers! As promised, after 5 reviews I
shall continue.
I have been told this story is a bit weird but it is meant to be different,
so that's good.
Glad you all like it, anyway.
Don't forget to read Final Legacy and thanks for reading!!
STORY: At once Kain knew something about him was different. He raised a hand to his face, noticing the huge claws that replaced his fingers. His face was knobbly and his skin like steel. Strangely, he also felt considerably more powerful.
At first he thought it must be some disease or illness, he knew not why it had come on so sudden but guessed it would explain his loss of memory. He decided to see a doctor, the town he had come from earlier (or so he thought) was nearby, so he set off at once.
After ten minutes he did indeed come to a town. It was a busy shopping day, people were bustling about the streets. A small group of children were nearby, playing at the roadside and one child spotted him and pointed him out to his friends. Noticing that they seemed unafraid Kain approached the group.
''Whoa, cool''! A little boy stared up at him with undisguised astonishment and admiration. ''Is that a mask? I want one! where did ya get it from?!''
Kain thought for a moment before addressing the kid. ''I am part of a circus that is travelling through these parts, I seek the doctor's clinic''.
''Circus?! Cool! can you do cool magic and stuff?! Show us some tricks!'' Kain shook his head, an unexplainable dislike for the lesser beings before him rose within his mind.
''I have no time for games, I seek the doctors! Tell me now or your future shall be dark and involve terrible pain.'' Kain had no idea why he was being so evil to a mere child but for some indefinable reason it seemed to be a natural part of his nature. The kid began to cry and ran off sobbing loudly. Kain cursed beneath his breath and continued up the street.
After a while he saw another group, dangerous looking teenagers in black leather jackets. They were smoking openly with obvious disregard for the law and their own health. Kain approached them. ''Ah greetings mortals, I am in search of help and wonder if you can be of aid?'' Several of the teenagers sniggered and one of them, seemingly the leader turned to face him.
''Hey check out the ugly green dude! What sewer did you crawl out from lizard man?!'' Kain ignored the comment, ''I seek a doctor, is there one nearby?'' The punk teenager just grinned and sniggered, ''Just down that alley way ugly! First turn on your right. Kain nodded his thanks and continued, he knew better than to show anger in his current condition. One of the group, a skinny red-head with a spiked dog collar turned to his leader. ''Whoa, you just gonna let him go Kenny? Kenny shook his head, ''No Jason, I'm not stupid. You better remember that if you don't want your head kicked in! Jason winced and muttered an apology. Kenny continued. ''If that guys gonna see the doctor with a face like that he must be loaded! Maybe he wants surgery on it. Anyway, whatever the case we wait outside the clinic door for an ambush. Jason, you hit him on the back of the head with something heavy and me and John will kick him down and rob him. Got that?'' John and Jason grinned. ''Yeah, we got it boss!'' The three teenagers followed the alley way that Kain had taken, Jason pulled a large steel club from his jacket.
Meanwhile Kain entered the doctors clinic. To his surprise no one seemed afraid of him, they only glanced at him with slight interest. Unknown to him they mainly thought it was a mask of some sort. Although he was deformed, he still appeared human in stature and was not fully transformed. After a while an assistant came over to him. ''The doctor will see you now''. Kain was led to a door and entered. A small man in a white lab coat looked over at him and motioned to a seat. ''So what's the problem?'' Kain tapped his forehead. ''I seem to have picked up a disease of some sort, it has effected my face and hands. Also I am suffering from severe memory loss. The small man picked up a small instrument that looked like a biro with no nib. There was a small light at one end. He went over to Kain and switched it on, a blue beam illuminated a small circle on the wall. ''Memory loss?'' mused the doctor to himself. This skin looks almost certainly like a mask, someone may have stuck it on, drugged him?
Suddenly the little man jumped slightly and dashed over to a computer. He stuck the instrument into a small hole and data appeared on screen. The doctor spun round to Kain. ''Yes I'm sorry it seems you have a rare disease which can only be cured by a special antidote. But don't worry, The antidote exists, I will email the lab to send some. Please call back tomorrow, thank you! Kain was hurried out the door and left alone in the waiting room. He was puzzled by the doctors haste in getting rid of him but also deeply relieved that his disease was identified and curable. He nodded to himself and set off. He must find a hotel to put him up for the night. He put his hand on the door handle.
Outside Kenny, Jason and John waited patiently. As soon as they heard the door handle turning they grinned expectantly.
Kain stopped suddenly. As rush of pain struck him in the head and the world around him whirled like a spinning vortex. He was still inside the clinic. Clutching his head he staggered outside.
Jason swung his club with a fierce power. It struck Kain with full force and glanced off as if hitting a solid steel wall. Kain rose to his feet, surprised as the punks stepped back in fear and apprehension. Then Kenny pulled out a dagger. Kain was afraid but knew he had no choice but to fight. Soon he would discover the reason for the pain and spinning sensation.
For before the punks stood not a business man with a green and deformed face. Kain's hand went instinctively to his side and he felt something like a sword.
His hair flowed down his back, pure white. It sharply contrasted with a cloak of blood red colour. He wore no shirt and one could see skin that was as smooth as marble hiding beneath it great muscles. His trousers were black, his feet were cloven hooves and his hands huge claws, razor sharp and designed only for killing. And now the vampire lord took out his sword, older than time itself, deadlier than all the greatest warriors combined, devourer of souls. The soul Reaver.
Three punk teenagers faced the Lord and corruptor of Nosgoth and God of all Vampires.
And that's the end of chapter 3!! If you liked it please review. After another 5 reviews I'll put up chapter 3! Thanks for reading and read Final Legacy if you want.
STORY: At once Kain knew something about him was different. He raised a hand to his face, noticing the huge claws that replaced his fingers. His face was knobbly and his skin like steel. Strangely, he also felt considerably more powerful.
At first he thought it must be some disease or illness, he knew not why it had come on so sudden but guessed it would explain his loss of memory. He decided to see a doctor, the town he had come from earlier (or so he thought) was nearby, so he set off at once.
After ten minutes he did indeed come to a town. It was a busy shopping day, people were bustling about the streets. A small group of children were nearby, playing at the roadside and one child spotted him and pointed him out to his friends. Noticing that they seemed unafraid Kain approached the group.
''Whoa, cool''! A little boy stared up at him with undisguised astonishment and admiration. ''Is that a mask? I want one! where did ya get it from?!''
Kain thought for a moment before addressing the kid. ''I am part of a circus that is travelling through these parts, I seek the doctor's clinic''.
''Circus?! Cool! can you do cool magic and stuff?! Show us some tricks!'' Kain shook his head, an unexplainable dislike for the lesser beings before him rose within his mind.
''I have no time for games, I seek the doctors! Tell me now or your future shall be dark and involve terrible pain.'' Kain had no idea why he was being so evil to a mere child but for some indefinable reason it seemed to be a natural part of his nature. The kid began to cry and ran off sobbing loudly. Kain cursed beneath his breath and continued up the street.
After a while he saw another group, dangerous looking teenagers in black leather jackets. They were smoking openly with obvious disregard for the law and their own health. Kain approached them. ''Ah greetings mortals, I am in search of help and wonder if you can be of aid?'' Several of the teenagers sniggered and one of them, seemingly the leader turned to face him.
''Hey check out the ugly green dude! What sewer did you crawl out from lizard man?!'' Kain ignored the comment, ''I seek a doctor, is there one nearby?'' The punk teenager just grinned and sniggered, ''Just down that alley way ugly! First turn on your right. Kain nodded his thanks and continued, he knew better than to show anger in his current condition. One of the group, a skinny red-head with a spiked dog collar turned to his leader. ''Whoa, you just gonna let him go Kenny? Kenny shook his head, ''No Jason, I'm not stupid. You better remember that if you don't want your head kicked in! Jason winced and muttered an apology. Kenny continued. ''If that guys gonna see the doctor with a face like that he must be loaded! Maybe he wants surgery on it. Anyway, whatever the case we wait outside the clinic door for an ambush. Jason, you hit him on the back of the head with something heavy and me and John will kick him down and rob him. Got that?'' John and Jason grinned. ''Yeah, we got it boss!'' The three teenagers followed the alley way that Kain had taken, Jason pulled a large steel club from his jacket.
Meanwhile Kain entered the doctors clinic. To his surprise no one seemed afraid of him, they only glanced at him with slight interest. Unknown to him they mainly thought it was a mask of some sort. Although he was deformed, he still appeared human in stature and was not fully transformed. After a while an assistant came over to him. ''The doctor will see you now''. Kain was led to a door and entered. A small man in a white lab coat looked over at him and motioned to a seat. ''So what's the problem?'' Kain tapped his forehead. ''I seem to have picked up a disease of some sort, it has effected my face and hands. Also I am suffering from severe memory loss. The small man picked up a small instrument that looked like a biro with no nib. There was a small light at one end. He went over to Kain and switched it on, a blue beam illuminated a small circle on the wall. ''Memory loss?'' mused the doctor to himself. This skin looks almost certainly like a mask, someone may have stuck it on, drugged him?
Suddenly the little man jumped slightly and dashed over to a computer. He stuck the instrument into a small hole and data appeared on screen. The doctor spun round to Kain. ''Yes I'm sorry it seems you have a rare disease which can only be cured by a special antidote. But don't worry, The antidote exists, I will email the lab to send some. Please call back tomorrow, thank you! Kain was hurried out the door and left alone in the waiting room. He was puzzled by the doctors haste in getting rid of him but also deeply relieved that his disease was identified and curable. He nodded to himself and set off. He must find a hotel to put him up for the night. He put his hand on the door handle.
Outside Kenny, Jason and John waited patiently. As soon as they heard the door handle turning they grinned expectantly.
Kain stopped suddenly. As rush of pain struck him in the head and the world around him whirled like a spinning vortex. He was still inside the clinic. Clutching his head he staggered outside.
Jason swung his club with a fierce power. It struck Kain with full force and glanced off as if hitting a solid steel wall. Kain rose to his feet, surprised as the punks stepped back in fear and apprehension. Then Kenny pulled out a dagger. Kain was afraid but knew he had no choice but to fight. Soon he would discover the reason for the pain and spinning sensation.
For before the punks stood not a business man with a green and deformed face. Kain's hand went instinctively to his side and he felt something like a sword.
His hair flowed down his back, pure white. It sharply contrasted with a cloak of blood red colour. He wore no shirt and one could see skin that was as smooth as marble hiding beneath it great muscles. His trousers were black, his feet were cloven hooves and his hands huge claws, razor sharp and designed only for killing. And now the vampire lord took out his sword, older than time itself, deadlier than all the greatest warriors combined, devourer of souls. The soul Reaver.
Three punk teenagers faced the Lord and corruptor of Nosgoth and God of all Vampires.
And that's the end of chapter 3!! If you liked it please review. After another 5 reviews I'll put up chapter 3! Thanks for reading and read Final Legacy if you want.