DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Samyo: Thank you, I haven't seen that movie though might consider renting it.
Sawyer Fan: I agree with you, I think I will bring his mentor back, but you will have to review to find out.
Zanna Avons: Okay....I used the name Pluto becauseI prefered it. I changed some of the myths. Erato is the muse of Love poetry and that sort of stuff and I wanted a union between love and death so I used them. I adore Mythology too I chose mypenname from agoddess. I hope this helps you understand more
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old grief's, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Jekyll gently closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was weary. Hyde had kept silent since Adonia had mentioned why she was with them, maybe out of shame. He crossed the carpet to his armoire where he removed his cravat, jacket and waistcoat. He sat on the queen sized bed and opened his drawer. He lifted up a leather bound book the size of his fist. He opened it to where the red ribbon was. There was a picture of Genevieve. She wasn't looking at the camera but laughing at what was behind the photographer. She has curly blonde hair and smiling eyes. Jekyll lay back on his bed and let dreams of better times wash over him.
Skinner lay on the chaise lounge in his room, staring at the strange patterns cast on the ceiling by the water. He missed Lizzie. He missed her blue eyes, red hair and ruddy cheeks. When she had died he had no family. He turned to thieving more and more. That's when he stumbled across the invisibility potion, literally. He was robbing a scientist's house when he tripped over a bottle. It was an old whisky bottle an extra label had been added but he couldn't read it, the writing was too scrawly. He opened the bottle and downed the contents. A fiery feeling coursed through him. He stumbled out into the cold street. The pain was so intense he resorted to crawling. Each limb felt like they were filled with needles. As he reached a safe spot he collapsed, unconscious from the pain. He woke suddenly. He hated these flashbacks. Skinner rolled over and buried his face in the cushions.
Mina stood on the deck of the Nautilus gripping the cold handle. Her mind was swarming. Images of passion and love, hatred and denial flashed through her head. Her husband had partially saved her from becoming part vampire but she had never truly loved him. They were too different. She was one of the undead, he was alive. It just didn't work. Dorian had appeared at her greatest time of need. He let her embrace the being inside her. He wasn't disgusted or frightened. He understood. He knew the emptiness ahead. Yet he had betrayed them. He tried to kill her; the look in his eyes so cruel yet reluctant. Her greatest love had died at her hand. She let a tear slid down her face and fall onto the cold metal.
Nemo knelt in front of Kali. He couldn't relax. The strange girl had reawakened the memories, the ghosts of old that he had pushed away. They were being unearthed second by second. His wife, Ramya, had been so young. His own children Kanya and Kedar had been so full of life. They were the most obedient and loyal children. Then one night whilst he was away aboard his lady the British had come. They destroyed the town, burning every building to the ground. No one had survived. That one incident had branded his hate of the British into his heart forever. Stirring him out of his memories. He passed a hand through the three flames of the three white candles. He shut his eyes and confined himself to the depths of his mind.
Tom lay face down in the blue blankets. The girl had said one person could come back. He had a choice. Huck or Quatermain. His best friend or the closest thing he had ever had for a father. He had lost so much but would he be aloud to have it back. Huck had been shot by the Phantom, in his place. It should have been him. Allan had also fallen at the hand of the Phantom. He had saved his life. It was all he could do to bring him back. But who to choose?
Adonia had seen them all. Jekyll peacefully asleep, Skinner half buried by cushions, Mina staring out over the ocean but not quite seeing it, Nemo before Kali and Tom tearing himself to pieces. She wondered if this was the right thing. They were hurt but would bringing their loved ones back help them. The only thing she knew was that this was going to be a hard assignment.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy. I will try and publish a christmas story featuring the League.
xx
Artemis