Like I promise! Here is the next chapter! So go on and read it!
Also, this chapters dedicated to my friend, Phee-chan (in bold so you can see it), who is very sick right now. This is for you my friend, get better soon!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters! But I do own Frosty and Brae-chan so me happy!
Italics: thoughts in Harry's head
Previously:
'THAT'S IT! YOU HAVE MEDDLED IN MY AFFAIRS FOR LONG ENOUGH! Anima Mors Mortis', he yelled, casting his curse.
'Mentis Inreto!' Harry's curse clashed against the Soul Death curse, canceling it. A black encircled them, trapping the two.
'What is the meaning of this!', yelled Permafrost.
'A mind trap. We are trapped in here and only one of will leave. Whoever wins, gets control of this body.'
'A desperate move for a desperate man. I'm game. Let the Carnage begin!'
Hell Raiser: The Stand
By: K.L. Bloodfang
Chapter 8: The Last Stand
Inside Harry's Mind
The fog around lifted a bit, allowing the combatants to see the battling field. They were standing on a platform made out of human bones. Surrounding the platform, runs a river of bubbling blood and rotting corpses. The decaying bodies of all of Permafrost's victims and the Ice Ghouls surround the banks of the river. The stench of the place is almost overwhelming.
"So, my dear boy, are you ready?", asked Permafrost, his hands glowing a blue color and cold air surrounding him.
Not waiting for a response, the Ice King launched his first attack. A barrage of ice spikes headed straight for Harry. He draw air in and threw a large fire ball from his mouth, melting all the ice before it hit him. Steam surrounded that platform.
"So your element is fire? I should have know. But don't think that because of that I'm out for the count. I will still defeat you, Harry Potter!", yelled Permafrost creating a massive sword of ice, since he couldn't use the Hell Raiser inside of Harry's mind.
He dashed towards Harry, sword at the ready. Harry matched his move, created his sword out of fire. Both blades clashed, resulting in a cloud of hot steam. Even through the steam, both of the warriors stood strong against the other, trying to push his opponent to get a chance to counterattack. After a while both fighters jumped back.
"I'm actually impressed, Potter. I didn't thought you could last even one minute against me! Yet, it seems you are almost as powerful as me," said Permafrost.
"I've been here the whole time, psycho. I know everything you know. It's my mind we're talking about."
"Good point boy, it seems this battle will be won by brute strength!", yelled Permafrost launching a gale of cold air towards Harry, who countered by launching his own gale of hot air. The conflicting winds created a powerful thunderstorm, adding to the somber atmosphere of the battling grounds. Lighting struck a few feet away from Harry.
"It seems another element of danger has been added to the equation," said Harry. Frost smirked.
Harry surrounded himself in a ball of fire and blasted towards Permafrost, who created an Ice shield before him. Harry shot the fire ball at Frost, melting the Ice Shield protecting him and punched him square in the jaw, knocking Permafrost back. He then hit him in the stomach, knocking the air out him, grabbed his foot and tossed him in the bloody river. A few minutes later, Permafrost shoot out of the river and landed on the platform, covered from head to toe in blood. The Ice King licked his lips and smirked.
"Not bad! Not bad at all! I had expected that, my dear boy," said Permafrost.
"Will you stop calling me that!"
"Touchy. Now is my turn", Frost said, covering himself in ice and disappearing into the ground. Harry concentrated every one of his senses, wanting to be ready for his attack. 'Damn it to Hell! Where did that bastard go!' "BOO!" Harry turned around, only to be met by Permafrost's fist. The force of the punch sent him flying, but before he could get far, Frost grabbed his leg, jumped in the air and tossed him hard on the bony platform. Harry gasped in pain.
In the outside world
Unknown to either one of the fighters, their fight was causing damage to the body itself. Braeden arrived back from returning the child back to her family and was feeling rather proud of himself. "Harry! I gave back the girl to her parents! Where are you?", yelled Braeden, hoping for a respond from said boy. After a waiting for a respond and getting nothing, he continued searching.
He then felt a surge of power coming from the throne room and headed there. Sitting on the throne was Harry, blood dripping from some wounds. Alarmed, Braeden ran to his boyfriend.
"Harry! What happened!", he asked, but still got no response. He shook him, but nothing. Fearing his beloved had been killed, he searched for a pulse and found one. Relieved a little, he looked at Harry's face. His eyes were blank; neither blue nor green, white.
"WHAT THE HELL!", he yelled. While still looking at his face, a slash appeared on his face, across his left cheek. It wasn't deep, but it still bled. Braden blinked, and kept looking at the body before him. Without warning, Harry's body jerked as if he had been kicked and had fallen back.
'It's like his fighting an invisible person,' thought Braeden. Then, it sunk in. Harry wasn't fighting an invisible opponent.
"Oh my God! He's fighting Permafrost! Oh please, be alright," said Braeden. He then fetched a first aid and began to take care of Harry's wounds.
"Please, Harry, defeat Permafrost. In your hands lie the fate of this world. I cannot help you where you are, but I'm still rooting for you. Conquer Permafrost so we can finally be together," said the young vampire cleaning a new cut that appeared on Harry's shoulder, while fresh tears stained his cheeks.
Inside Harry's Mind
Both fighters clashed once again. They both were covered in several cuts and bruises, Harry sporting more than Permafrost unfortunately. Still, they didn't slow the Chosen One one bit. He was determined to win this fight and get his body back. Permafrost couldn't be allowed to win.
The battlefield had become even more unstable. The constant collision of cold and hot air had empowered the storm, turning it into a hurricane. Light struck more often and more forcefully. Yet, none of this stopped the two from finishing their battle.
A fire ball hit Permafrost in the back, while a giant icicle stabbed Harry in the stomach. Both fell on one knee and began panting.
"Finally, I have found a worthy opponent," declared Frost, still trying to catch his breath.
"Why do you this? Why do you like killing and torturing people so much!', asked Harry, still not understanding how Permafrost's mind worked.
"Simple, because that's why I was created. My purpose in this world is to cause pain and suffering!"
"How could I have created you to do such things!" Permafrost laughed loudly. "What's so funny?"
"Child, you didn't created me. I'm just using the powers that the Grim Reaper gave to you and your body to created the despair I desire."
"I don't understand."
"It's rather simple. I'm the soul of the Hell Raiser. When I'm around a human for a long period of time, little by little I enter his body. The more he or she uses me, the faster the process is. Too bad the Reaper didn't knew all this things, eh? And now that I have a physical form, I'm even more powerful than before. Boy, you can't win."
"SHUT UP!" , yelled Harry while launching himself for another attack. He tackled Permafrost, concentrated his power on the palms of his hand and blasted the fiend. "It's over Permafrost!" As Harry prepared for the finishing blow, an enormous bolt of lightning struck him, knocking him out momentarily.
Permafrost laughed evilly. Ice slowly wrapped tightly around Harry's body, constricting him. Harry jerked awake from the pain and began to scream in agony.
"You're right, Potter. It is over. I think I'll have torturing you until your soul dies. I'll make you beg for mercy! YOU'LL REGRET EVER GETTING IN MY WAY! HAHAHAHA!"
And this is it for today. My head is broken And I can't think anymore. There are two chapters left after this one. Please Review!
