Adventure Between the Line
Last Chapter:
The cloud receded to show a woman with dark curls standing with her back to him. A sorceress's robe of maroon red, gold, and green was situated on her, a golden obi tied onto her back. Her hair was half-raised with an ornament of the star and sword. She was straightening her dress and then turned around. The woman looked exactly like a Varuna sorceress, the crest of her family was written upon her breast as he saw that indeed it was who he feared.
"LUCREZIA?!?!?"
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Chapter 12: The Castle of Suicide
Lucrezia stood there straight-backed, taller than what her husband remembered her as. The woman's face was neither kind nor unkind, just calm. The face was forced, her eyes telling her secret that she was not angry at all with this man but disappointed in him so much.
She knew Keith was not one to be what you could say, 'street-smart.' In fact, he had no common sense at all. With a short lick over her plush lips, she felt her nervousness go away.
"Keith Valentine, it is time to forget your wife." She told him through the small pathetic voice she thought as her own. Her green eyes seemed to revel in the fact that she was with him, even if it was in his head and not in real life. His eyes blanched at the woman that resembled Lucrezia so much even if she was wearing a sorceress's gown.
"Who are you?" He asked her. He needed to know. Was she his wife? Maybe she was, but he needed to know. The woman looked around at the chaotic landscape he created himself. She would have to do this then. Sighing sadly, she turned away from him. Her green oculars seething into the virtual ground.
"My name is of no importance, Keith. Your survival is needed or otherwise the world will die." She muttered to him. Her heart almost breaking, ripping itself as it was just her doing this and not him at all. She knew that if she told him, he wouldn't listen to her at all. Her face seemed to be placid, calmer than the small small lake nearby towards the east.
"What do you mean? Why are you here?" He asked, his voice pleading for her name with his almost translucent aqua green eyes. She didn't know what to do if she looked into them and feel the deadly persuasion. She felt herself stare back to the ground, waiting for her voice to be found.
"I have no name to you. I am here to help you live again, to analyze your life and wether or not you decide to live." She paused watching his facial expression of surprise etch onto his face. His beautiful hair seemed to frizz at the thought of death. He too had brushes with the reaper, Khalida, but he did not know that he was facing the woman again. "I am a helper to the Fata, Khalida, and the cursed Varuna." She told him, reprimanding herself for speaking of the Varunas.
"All right, at the end though, tell me your name." She nodded sullenly, and looked towards the east. The castle of his childhood was the easiest to begin with. She began walking towards the large building, looming ahead of her, shadowing her movements with the sun. The castle was actually a grayish blue and seemed bathed in sunlight.
The building was old with vines wrapping around it's walls. The halls seemed to be bathed in colored light from stained glass windows with designs of mythical creautures, vampires, dragons and nymphs danced along the glass, really dancing within their confinement. The man who had done this glass and help build the entire castle had been Roger Bacon, a genius professor that also helped teach every child within the building.
"This…….This is my…." Keith stared hard at the safehaven for vampires and all supposedly mythical and different types of species. He turned to stare at the comrade helping him. She looked so much like his wife, but she was of a different type. Maybe she was an illusion user and going to murder him in his sleep after all this?
"Your home." Lucrezia finished the sentence sharply, opening the large cedar doors with designs of the earth creautures adorning it. Elves daringly running from the centaurs and humans playing happily with the faeries watching as she entered in tow with Keith. The foyer was just as he remembered it when he had went to this place a long time ago. The design inside the building was extravagant. All the tapestries and the rugs and just the vases in general were made beautifully. This castle could be mistaken for a palace almost.
"Wha?" A sudden flash of light and they were still in the same foyer except now there were children, translucent children, running around and playing, except for one. The girls taunted him, and the boys were hurting him in the corner of the room. The boy had short blonde hair, eyes so green they glowed, and pale skin of a porcelein doll.
"This little boy had a name that no one knew about. Everyone picked on him from the beginning, seeing a punching bag instead of a person." She looked towards Keith as the memories still flowed throughout him. He was astonished that she knew about his schooling days. "He was book smart but dumber than a box of rocks with his common sense. Children often disliked him being liked well amongst the staff."
'Please……..someone…..' the boy's thoughts interrupted their conversation. The boy was crying in the corner, tears of red juice flowed down his pale cheeks leaving stains of human blood on his pale cheeks. His eyes were so sorrowful. Lucrezia had no idea that Keith had been treated this way as a child. Her arms wanted to go out to the child but she knew she couldn't do it. This was just a memory hidden deep within him. He had been born here and was raised by the men and children here.
"This boy…..He's….." Keith couldn't bring himself to admit who the boy was. In fact he knew the person so very well. Lucrezia noted this hesitance to do anything but gape at the boy. He recognized the being very well only after that thought.. The boy stared at them, transfixed at the nothing he pleaded to. His misery overbearing for his back, more than enough for a young boy of any age to bear.
'Please……..kill me…….someone………killme…..' the little boy rocked back and forth crying for his death in his mind over and over. He wanted death so badly that it nearly tore all of Lucrezia's heart and will to ignore the younger version.
"He is you." She muttered to him. He nodded sullenly at this statement. She was right about the boy being him. It certainly wasn't anybody else but him. The inward thoughts the boy projected soon sent the room into darkness. His small hands grasped the hilt of a sharp scimitar they were given at the beginning of the year. He sought his death and wanted it so horribly, in the same corner he had been beaten in even. A small girl saw him do this and instantly slapped the sword out of his hand and talked to him.
"Do you remember who helped you live?" She let hre voice hang as he sought the answer from memories he had locked away.
"Lilliana Varuna, a sorceress girl." He told her. Lucrezia nodded. The bleak darkness swept away as a younger version of Lucrezia Winter stood there in front of the boy, smiling towards him, gently talking to him, soothing the boy from his fears. Her hair held the sword and star ornament and her dress was uniquely made for only her in the whole family. The boy watched her with caution and talked to her every once in awhile.
'She's so pretty….' The boy thought as he watched her talk openly. The little girl's face brightened up and shined with such open carefreeness as she talked with the sorrowful now smitten boy. Her eyes were trained on him as she spoke, but her face was brighter than any yielding light to be given.
"She was my first love….." He told the supposed messanger of his life and death situation. The woman that resembled his dead wife turned her head towards him. A small smile was drawn on her face as she watched the scene end with the boy's happier thoughts.
"WHA?" Keith screamed as he seemed to be thrown backwards into a wall almost but he was right back to where he had been at the beginning with Lucrezia at his side. The castle now was gone from the horizons. He stared unknowingly at her for a long time before she felt herself blush at his staring. He turned his head to the last three places to go.
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Malkovich growled pathetically as she helped pick out painting colors for her living room with the help of greatest designer in the world, Alice. The poor amnesiac spy wanted to bang her head over a wall completely for more than a few hours. She almost immediately put a dislike to most of the antique type furniture that Alice had shown her.
It wasn't that Alice had horrible taste it was just the fact was Malkovich would not be able to store her weapons anywhere if she got any nice antiques. She still wanted to keep the armory in her house and as far as she had learned in her basement as well. The spy did like her guns and she also liked all the metallic toys and everything!! It wasn't her fault that she was a literal killer and obsessed with firepower.
The store they were now in specialized in paints for the Victorian home. Malkovich clearly glared at the back of Alice, who was paying for some small items such as some lace for a table with a vase. The woman wondered if she was making her huge apartment into a home for them two since from what she caught their house had blown up.
Blinking, Malkovich swished her head looking towards the window. She could've sworn she just saw Keith staring at her. Walking out of the store, she saw him once more. Her movements weren't controlled by herself as she moved to follow the man. Her legs and arms moved on their own accord, her eyes not understanding why she couldn't control her actions.
His mane of golden blonde hair flew behind others as she watched through unblinking eyes. Why could she not will herself from this shell?
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Tryving woke with a start. He could feel Malkovich being subdued as he was at the moment. Another's presence was taking over his hostess. His face felt flush and hot as he tried to come out of the sword to her with no luck. He was stuck in the sword for awhile. His heart rammed deep in his cage as he felt the strong magic influence from someone else.
It had to be Varuna sorcery. There was no other sorcery with as many graphic designs to people with Demon eyes and most of all it had been the strongest noted to be wielded only by the women of the clan. He could feel the fatal magic blind her and seize her soul to a cage only to watch her body not respond to her will.
It was once called the Lingu-tavas curse, curse of the voice, but it was a simple spell of manipulation. The Keith they must be running for was probably not his master at all but yet, an illusion of him over someone else's body. He couldn't break the spell at all, hell, he was one of the very few people to ever have the ability to break through any Varuna sorcery hardly harmed. It was going to take a lot more than his will to break the spell if she had any chance to run.
'Malkovich, mate, woman!!' he called out in the abyss of water that surrounded the inner being of Malkovich. The voice echoed to hit a wall forced with the forbidden sorcery. His face paled considerably. His newest mate and furthermore his master's mate had been taken over with, tampered with a magical curse without her having the ability to fight against the power.
'WOMAN!!' His voice tried to break through to only shatter upon the reinforced shielding spell. He should have seen it coming. His crimson eyes looked downcast as he watched her, sitting in a cage in her soul just to watch herself be taken somewhere she had no idea where.
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Hmmmm……I didn't like this last chapter that much. Lucrezia is kind of hard to write of especially since she's so much like Malkovich and yet I want her to retain her individuality. Gah……….Playing Geddoe as Flame Champion was sweeet!!! Okay lessee……….got a massive headache and my muse hates me.
I have yet to decide on coloring my pictures of the characters. Too hard to think about anything right now. Hmmmm………I need some input for this fic. I'm not sure what to have for Keith's memories in the desert nor the ocean……and the thing with Malkovich? I dunno where's that leading upto now…….I'm lost in my plot and I'm getting a headache and massive block……..gah……Okay, I need to also stop listening to Mr. Wonderful……
Please as usual, PLEASE READ'N'REVIEW!!!
Last Chapter:
The cloud receded to show a woman with dark curls standing with her back to him. A sorceress's robe of maroon red, gold, and green was situated on her, a golden obi tied onto her back. Her hair was half-raised with an ornament of the star and sword. She was straightening her dress and then turned around. The woman looked exactly like a Varuna sorceress, the crest of her family was written upon her breast as he saw that indeed it was who he feared.
"LUCREZIA?!?!?"
~~
Chapter 12: The Castle of Suicide
Lucrezia stood there straight-backed, taller than what her husband remembered her as. The woman's face was neither kind nor unkind, just calm. The face was forced, her eyes telling her secret that she was not angry at all with this man but disappointed in him so much.
She knew Keith was not one to be what you could say, 'street-smart.' In fact, he had no common sense at all. With a short lick over her plush lips, she felt her nervousness go away.
"Keith Valentine, it is time to forget your wife." She told him through the small pathetic voice she thought as her own. Her green eyes seemed to revel in the fact that she was with him, even if it was in his head and not in real life. His eyes blanched at the woman that resembled Lucrezia so much even if she was wearing a sorceress's gown.
"Who are you?" He asked her. He needed to know. Was she his wife? Maybe she was, but he needed to know. The woman looked around at the chaotic landscape he created himself. She would have to do this then. Sighing sadly, she turned away from him. Her green oculars seething into the virtual ground.
"My name is of no importance, Keith. Your survival is needed or otherwise the world will die." She muttered to him. Her heart almost breaking, ripping itself as it was just her doing this and not him at all. She knew that if she told him, he wouldn't listen to her at all. Her face seemed to be placid, calmer than the small small lake nearby towards the east.
"What do you mean? Why are you here?" He asked, his voice pleading for her name with his almost translucent aqua green eyes. She didn't know what to do if she looked into them and feel the deadly persuasion. She felt herself stare back to the ground, waiting for her voice to be found.
"I have no name to you. I am here to help you live again, to analyze your life and wether or not you decide to live." She paused watching his facial expression of surprise etch onto his face. His beautiful hair seemed to frizz at the thought of death. He too had brushes with the reaper, Khalida, but he did not know that he was facing the woman again. "I am a helper to the Fata, Khalida, and the cursed Varuna." She told him, reprimanding herself for speaking of the Varunas.
"All right, at the end though, tell me your name." She nodded sullenly, and looked towards the east. The castle of his childhood was the easiest to begin with. She began walking towards the large building, looming ahead of her, shadowing her movements with the sun. The castle was actually a grayish blue and seemed bathed in sunlight.
The building was old with vines wrapping around it's walls. The halls seemed to be bathed in colored light from stained glass windows with designs of mythical creautures, vampires, dragons and nymphs danced along the glass, really dancing within their confinement. The man who had done this glass and help build the entire castle had been Roger Bacon, a genius professor that also helped teach every child within the building.
"This…….This is my…." Keith stared hard at the safehaven for vampires and all supposedly mythical and different types of species. He turned to stare at the comrade helping him. She looked so much like his wife, but she was of a different type. Maybe she was an illusion user and going to murder him in his sleep after all this?
"Your home." Lucrezia finished the sentence sharply, opening the large cedar doors with designs of the earth creautures adorning it. Elves daringly running from the centaurs and humans playing happily with the faeries watching as she entered in tow with Keith. The foyer was just as he remembered it when he had went to this place a long time ago. The design inside the building was extravagant. All the tapestries and the rugs and just the vases in general were made beautifully. This castle could be mistaken for a palace almost.
"Wha?" A sudden flash of light and they were still in the same foyer except now there were children, translucent children, running around and playing, except for one. The girls taunted him, and the boys were hurting him in the corner of the room. The boy had short blonde hair, eyes so green they glowed, and pale skin of a porcelein doll.
"This little boy had a name that no one knew about. Everyone picked on him from the beginning, seeing a punching bag instead of a person." She looked towards Keith as the memories still flowed throughout him. He was astonished that she knew about his schooling days. "He was book smart but dumber than a box of rocks with his common sense. Children often disliked him being liked well amongst the staff."
'Please……..someone…..' the boy's thoughts interrupted their conversation. The boy was crying in the corner, tears of red juice flowed down his pale cheeks leaving stains of human blood on his pale cheeks. His eyes were so sorrowful. Lucrezia had no idea that Keith had been treated this way as a child. Her arms wanted to go out to the child but she knew she couldn't do it. This was just a memory hidden deep within him. He had been born here and was raised by the men and children here.
"This boy…..He's….." Keith couldn't bring himself to admit who the boy was. In fact he knew the person so very well. Lucrezia noted this hesitance to do anything but gape at the boy. He recognized the being very well only after that thought.. The boy stared at them, transfixed at the nothing he pleaded to. His misery overbearing for his back, more than enough for a young boy of any age to bear.
'Please……..kill me…….someone………killme…..' the little boy rocked back and forth crying for his death in his mind over and over. He wanted death so badly that it nearly tore all of Lucrezia's heart and will to ignore the younger version.
"He is you." She muttered to him. He nodded sullenly at this statement. She was right about the boy being him. It certainly wasn't anybody else but him. The inward thoughts the boy projected soon sent the room into darkness. His small hands grasped the hilt of a sharp scimitar they were given at the beginning of the year. He sought his death and wanted it so horribly, in the same corner he had been beaten in even. A small girl saw him do this and instantly slapped the sword out of his hand and talked to him.
"Do you remember who helped you live?" She let hre voice hang as he sought the answer from memories he had locked away.
"Lilliana Varuna, a sorceress girl." He told her. Lucrezia nodded. The bleak darkness swept away as a younger version of Lucrezia Winter stood there in front of the boy, smiling towards him, gently talking to him, soothing the boy from his fears. Her hair held the sword and star ornament and her dress was uniquely made for only her in the whole family. The boy watched her with caution and talked to her every once in awhile.
'She's so pretty….' The boy thought as he watched her talk openly. The little girl's face brightened up and shined with such open carefreeness as she talked with the sorrowful now smitten boy. Her eyes were trained on him as she spoke, but her face was brighter than any yielding light to be given.
"She was my first love….." He told the supposed messanger of his life and death situation. The woman that resembled his dead wife turned her head towards him. A small smile was drawn on her face as she watched the scene end with the boy's happier thoughts.
"WHA?" Keith screamed as he seemed to be thrown backwards into a wall almost but he was right back to where he had been at the beginning with Lucrezia at his side. The castle now was gone from the horizons. He stared unknowingly at her for a long time before she felt herself blush at his staring. He turned his head to the last three places to go.
~~
Malkovich growled pathetically as she helped pick out painting colors for her living room with the help of greatest designer in the world, Alice. The poor amnesiac spy wanted to bang her head over a wall completely for more than a few hours. She almost immediately put a dislike to most of the antique type furniture that Alice had shown her.
It wasn't that Alice had horrible taste it was just the fact was Malkovich would not be able to store her weapons anywhere if she got any nice antiques. She still wanted to keep the armory in her house and as far as she had learned in her basement as well. The spy did like her guns and she also liked all the metallic toys and everything!! It wasn't her fault that she was a literal killer and obsessed with firepower.
The store they were now in specialized in paints for the Victorian home. Malkovich clearly glared at the back of Alice, who was paying for some small items such as some lace for a table with a vase. The woman wondered if she was making her huge apartment into a home for them two since from what she caught their house had blown up.
Blinking, Malkovich swished her head looking towards the window. She could've sworn she just saw Keith staring at her. Walking out of the store, she saw him once more. Her movements weren't controlled by herself as she moved to follow the man. Her legs and arms moved on their own accord, her eyes not understanding why she couldn't control her actions.
His mane of golden blonde hair flew behind others as she watched through unblinking eyes. Why could she not will herself from this shell?
~~
Tryving woke with a start. He could feel Malkovich being subdued as he was at the moment. Another's presence was taking over his hostess. His face felt flush and hot as he tried to come out of the sword to her with no luck. He was stuck in the sword for awhile. His heart rammed deep in his cage as he felt the strong magic influence from someone else.
It had to be Varuna sorcery. There was no other sorcery with as many graphic designs to people with Demon eyes and most of all it had been the strongest noted to be wielded only by the women of the clan. He could feel the fatal magic blind her and seize her soul to a cage only to watch her body not respond to her will.
It was once called the Lingu-tavas curse, curse of the voice, but it was a simple spell of manipulation. The Keith they must be running for was probably not his master at all but yet, an illusion of him over someone else's body. He couldn't break the spell at all, hell, he was one of the very few people to ever have the ability to break through any Varuna sorcery hardly harmed. It was going to take a lot more than his will to break the spell if she had any chance to run.
'Malkovich, mate, woman!!' he called out in the abyss of water that surrounded the inner being of Malkovich. The voice echoed to hit a wall forced with the forbidden sorcery. His face paled considerably. His newest mate and furthermore his master's mate had been taken over with, tampered with a magical curse without her having the ability to fight against the power.
'WOMAN!!' His voice tried to break through to only shatter upon the reinforced shielding spell. He should have seen it coming. His crimson eyes looked downcast as he watched her, sitting in a cage in her soul just to watch herself be taken somewhere she had no idea where.
~~
Hmmmm……I didn't like this last chapter that much. Lucrezia is kind of hard to write of especially since she's so much like Malkovich and yet I want her to retain her individuality. Gah……….Playing Geddoe as Flame Champion was sweeet!!! Okay lessee……….got a massive headache and my muse hates me.
I have yet to decide on coloring my pictures of the characters. Too hard to think about anything right now. Hmmmm………I need some input for this fic. I'm not sure what to have for Keith's memories in the desert nor the ocean……and the thing with Malkovich? I dunno where's that leading upto now…….I'm lost in my plot and I'm getting a headache and massive block……..gah……Okay, I need to also stop listening to Mr. Wonderful……
Please as usual, PLEASE READ'N'REVIEW!!!