Me: Well readers, today the Winx Club Season Two will air in America. I really hope the new season will turn up great and have some interesting plot twists. Hope we will all enjoy Season Two!
Now, I'm introducing a new character into this chapter. I know, this fic is a bit OC based, but, hey it's what I'm good at. I also hope you'll enjoy my new character and his differences. Anyway, onto the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club or any of the new elements of Season 2. I do own Spectus, Seth, Astra, Troja, Vern and the new character.
Chapter Ten: Force of Darkness
The small coven limped around the field. Darcy was holding her arm from the slash of the dagger. Stormy was holding her side to stop the bleeding. Icy was irritated to a new level from the destruction of all her clothes. The unknown man followed them slow and stealthily. The witches spoke.
"I can't believe those boys beat us." Stormy said in disbelief.
"Yeah." Icy agreed. "Our reputations were destroyed by that pixie. And now they've been desecrated by those warriors. Not only that, now we can't sneak into Cloud Tower."
They crept along the area, hoping to find some possible shelter. Magix would recognize them easily and the fours schools would persecute them on sight. Battered and bruised, they seemed doomed to the torment of re-incarceration.
"Go North." A voice wisped.
The girls instantly turned their heads to the voice. Nothing, just darkness. They wondered closer north, listening to this unknown voice. A door suddenly creaked open, followed by a small shut. Sprinting was made toward this noise but there was once again nothing.
Unknown to the witches, the blonde-haired figured walked down of carpeted set of stairs. He found his way into a large, though single roomed place. A set of chairs, a collection of books in a bookcase, a fireplace, a bed, and of course a few technological advances. An unsuspecting man was reaching into his mini fridge and mixing a drink in a brandy snifter. He sipped it deeply. He suddenly though spit the alcohol as a delicate blade touched his throat.
"HHEEEEELLLL-" Was all he could shout out. He fell limp with his body clinging on the fridge. The shadowy figure was now uncamouflaged, grinning and holding a slim sword.
He's body was normal, wrapped in a black shirt and his legs covered by pants. The pants made of dim gray leather that stuck out with undertones of blood red. He wore a royal violet trench coat, spreading wide on the top and bottom like an eagle. Supported with black straps on the sides and bordered in crimson. A small pendant was around his neck with a small black talon holding a garnet, aquamarine and onyx.
The witches did hear that scream. Each of them felt around the ground looking for a possible entrance. Icy felt a doorknob a twisted it. The door opened under their feet. They backed off, looking at the small flicker of light. It was comforting, giving of a small amount of heat. As the cold embrace of pain was fairing Darcy and Icy's way. The darkness witch raised a brow.
"An apartment underground. Interesting." She pondered. But the witches grasped upon this opportunity for shelter and walked down the stairs. Footsteps echoed in the room. The boy grinned.
"My guests have arrived." He took a small mushroom from his pocket and crushed it in the hand. Crumbled fungus pieces fell into the alcohol of the dead man's drink. He took a strong swig and finished off the glass. He stuck his tongue out in disgust. But he was able to sit on a nearby chair. His legs crossed, waiting for the witches.
The sisters arrived in the room, looking at everything. It seemed like the perfect shelter. With the exception of the creepy young teenager shooting a piercing stare followed with an eerie smile. The three looked in confusion at the man until Icy broke the silence.
"What are you doing here?" She asked. As a witch, she had to maintain her forcing tone.
"This is my little hideout, my dear." He welcomed back.
Stormy pointed at the guy laying on the fridge. "What about him?"
"Oh, he's just a sleeping guest." He taunted.
"I don't care who owns this place, we need it. We're taking it!"
The man stood up. He looked at the three witches keeping a calm attitude. He simply thought, "These ladies will be easier than I thought. Thanks to those fools at Aspus."
He spoke: "You can try, though it is not really necessary." He smiled, his eyes suddenly engulfed by two green and purple flames. Icy flinched for a second.
"He's one of those magic users from Aspus."
Darcy scoffed. "He's just a male witch."
"I prefer the term, 'Warlock' as my persona." He said slightly offended and crossing his fingers.
The lightning witch started to get angry from the banter. "I want this room, now!" She blasted a small vortex at the man. He simply pointed both his arms forward. A slender white beam of his own appeared instantly in the wind with small parts of energy twisting around it. It dispelled her blast easily.
"I guess I'll actually have to use some real power fighting you." He challenged.
The three witches were on their nerves. They each shot elemental beams at the man. He simply walked to side dodging them. He grinned and started chanting. Black conjured around his and slowly moving wildly. Purple was consumed around the black. He soon released the power shooting shadowy bolts of lightning in the room. Turning everything, even the roaring fire in the fireplace to be pitch black.
The teen chuckled and dashed around the room. His echoes were like a provoked mother bird, screeching at it's target. Making the witches startled and walk frantically in despair. His disappearance in the shadows created all the sense to grow paranoid. They wondered, what would he do next? Stormy found out.
Something jerked her by her stomach, bending her spine making her legs, arms and neck backlash. She moaned at the shear pain of spinal injury. She started shivering, as the force had a grip against her tiny waist.
"Say goodnight." The boy said.
He then flung Stormy at the floor, making it contact with her ribs. The pain didn't matter to her. She suddenly shivered, as the essence from her body seemed to have leaked from her body. Little did she realize that her injury from Vern slowly re-opened. The shadows disappeared. The warlock was back where he was standing seconds ago. Icy and Darcy looked around startled as they we're also in the same spot.
"What the...what just happened!" The frost witch said. She once again observed the room at all points. Her sister was in total shock, scared to death by the words of this fighter. "You...How dare you! You'll pay for that! Ice coffin!"
She blasted icy crystals at them. He covered his face with both arms. The chill was suddenly tightening him. Ice began encasing him as the blonde-haired man was left in a block. Icy laughed insanely, as this nuisance was rid off.
But it was shortly lived as the ice block shattered. Icy jaw gaped wide as her power was dwarfed by his defense. He simply stretched his muscles and flicked of the shards.
"Who...who are you...?" Said the amazed ice witch.
"Simple. My name is Fel. Plus, the coffin attack? That was disgraceful, truly pathetic form. Observe. A master at work. Darkness Coffin!"
Fel's body slowly covered in the black and purple aura. He focused the power surging in his hand at Icy. She couldn't help but look at this warlock's power. It stopped. Two purple transparent coffin-shaped pieces of glass covered Icy. She couldn't hear or smell anything inside the glass and her vision became blurred. The fighter from Aspus folded one arm back and the other facing icy. A large spear of purple and red materialized from the magic and was directed at Icy. It pierced through the glass easily.
Darcy looked in horror as her other sister was impaled by this boy. His strength nearly unparalleled to the witches, what would she do? The glass broke and faded instantly as Icy hit the wall and soon to the floor. That form of painful magic left her unconscious. Darcy then blinked as Fel was slowly moving toward her.
The darkness witch grinned, she covered her face and made clones of herself. They all fired swirling dark blasts at the warlock. His eyes formed another fiery shade and he avoided them with ease. He stared at Darcy.
"Fake images? So easy." The black and purple aura appeared on his again, but this time it was in the form a swirling vortex. It began flowing with energy, dagger shapes started to protrude. More and more daggers appeared with the amount of weapons forming, everything in the room would be hit. He launched off eleven daggers at the room. Six taking out Darcy's clones and four others hitting her clothes and sticking to the wall.
He walked without a care to the witch, smirking. He's know he has won. This witch out of the three though may seem more rational.
"We're both masters in the dark arts. But unfortunately for you..." Fel slipped out a light broadsword. Simple, but with a turquoise embedded in the middle of the hilt. "I have a sword. So will you commit surrender?"
Darcy grunted. Icy was devastated and Stormy was mentally wounded. What this person could do to her would be unimaginable. She swallowed her pride for just a second and looked coldly at the man. "Yes. You've won."
He smiled. "Excellent."
The daggers vanished and Darcy was free. He pushed her down onto one of the chairs. He pulled some herbs and vials from his pockets and began mixing them together. Sure, this would be an opportunity to strike, but then Fel would be free to act relentless. She just sat there.
Fel walked over to Darcy with three potions in his hands. One was olive green, the other red, and the last one blue. They both sat up the other sisters on the chairs. Fel shoved the red potion in Darcy's hand. "Give it to Icy."
"How do you know that?" She asked.
"I know plenty of things, but we'll explain it later. It's the power of herbalism."
She did as she was told and slipped the potion to Icy. Fel drizzled Stormy's wound in the blue potion and put the rest in her mouth. Each of the two slowly twitched, and acted conscious and stable. They looked at the warlock.
"Why are you doing this? I thought you were gonna kill us!"
"You expect me to be a goody-goody like the fairies or the specialists."
Darcy grinned. This man was interesting. "Still, why'd you help them?"
"Like I said, you assume the Aspus people are all nice and respectful. Well, that's a lie. Aspus is not for future things, just personal gain. We all trained to become versatile and powerful."
"How does that involve us?" Icy questioned.
"Your strong already. Even though I could wipe you out instantly, I may need your help."
"How so?"
"Those fairies...the Winx Club as they call themselves...they discovered Aspus. The very same who used the dragon fire and saved Alfea from the Army of Decay. You know them."
Icy and Darcy both clenched their fists. "We do."
"With them out of the picture, we can easily use books from Aspus' to strengthen ourselves."
Icy smiled. "You want domination too..."
"For personal gain. Just like yourself."
The ice witch suddenly frowned. "We're not doing it for personal gain. Our family as always wanted to control the universe."
Fel made a small chuckle. "Well that's a nice change. I thought you three were gonna take over the universe just because it is mean and annoying. But seriously, we can work together. Get the books. Control planets. Do anything. So...are you in?"
"Give us a second." Stormy said. The three witches huddled their heads together. "What do you guys think?"
"This guy isn't too trustworthy. Yet he's knowledgeable and strong. Since he's willing to destroy his life on conquest, we should." Icy whispered. "What about you Darcy?"
"I'm up for the challenge. He must trust us, he just healed us. More people, more strength, more possibilities. I'm in."
The three witches disbanded and looked at Fel. "We'll help you." Stormy agreed.
Fel shot up from his chair. "Marvelous. Now, to focus on our goal, we should focus on the two main weak points on each gender."
"The heart." Icy said evilly.
"And the pelvis." The warlock through in. The witches shuddered at that thought. "A warrior from my school, Spectus is attracted to one of the Alfea girls."
"Which one?" Asked Darcy?
"The nature fairy, Flora." Fel then mumbled, "The stupid names parents give these days..." He talked normal again. "I bet if we crumble anything they would have before their romance gets off the ground, we can get the jump on them."
"Good plan." Darcy complimented. "But we'll need a distraction." Fel threw his green vial. Stormy caught it.
"This mind-numbing poison will be able to sicken and weaken the victim it's applied to. And we can rake in all possible thoughts and ideas."
"I'll apply it." Stormy volunteered. "That pixie irritates me so much..."
"Perfect. Do it now. Make sure to pour it in her ear. Trust me, she won't feel anything."
Stormy went out the tiny abode and flew to Alfea. The potion gave her more energy then she needed. She slowly the large window where Bloom was sleeping nicely. He felt a nearby green door. It was Flora's. She crept near the nature fairy and took off the cork. The green ooze slipped down into the poor girl, slowly creeping to the nervous system. She headed back into Fel's hideout.
5 minutes later...
She walked down the stairs, seeing her sisters and the eccentric warlock.
"Did you do it?" Fel asked.
"It's been done."
"Perfect!" Fel walked over to the mini-fridge. He took out three extra brandy snifters. A bottle of vodka followed as he poured a small amount into each class, to give them a taste of glory. He handed the drinks to his new comrades, and lifted his own glass high.
"A toast! From this day forward, our conquest for Magix begins!" And the four disciples for evil drinks the alcohol proud. The put the glasses down, and Fel ran toward the stairs.
"Enjoy this place for now, I'll have to go back to the school." And he was off to disguise himself again as the neutral Aspus student.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review and Enjoy Season Two! (Though I don't think I'll enjoy the new episode due to some new characters. ; )
