Hi! Fourth chapter! YAY! In this chapter you'll see what happens to Daz
when he falls DOWN into Dark Land. He He! Lots of evil in this chapter! But
first I'd like to say thanks to all my reviewers! And also, I do not own
anyone I happen to use in this chapter (particularly the Disney characters)
and my friend (Daz in this story) though I didn't use his real name so I
suppose I can do what I like with him... Anywho, on with the story, hope you
like this chapter, I've been on holiday for a week so I'm a little rusty. I
actually forgot the storyline of my own fic, so I had to read my own story.
I'm not so sad I actually reviewed it though. Anyway, chapter four...
Chapter 4
Dark Land
Okay, right, quick recap on what happened earlier and then back to the story from Daz's point of view, got it? Good. Daz watched as Z spun his silver pistol on the clear surface of the glass floor. Then, without warning, he jabbed it in the centre so it stopped abruptly, pointing to a tube. "That's the one." He said and began to walk towards it. They only got halfway. With an ear-splitting screech the glass beneath them began to shake terribly. "Run!" Screamed Z and dashed to the tube, hurling himself inside. Daz was not so lucky. With another terrific screech the glass lurched sickeningly, catapulting Daz forwards, his momentum more than enough to shatter the glass of the pen and send him plummeting into the inky darkness below.
Daz swore loudly, but the wind snatched his words away and he had no breath left in his lungs to try again. He couldn't even scream. A large infinite blackness was rushing towards him, but before he even had time to gasp he was hurtling through it. It was ink. Just like in the pen. That was his only thought, but he had no time to think anymore as he was violently shot out of the ink, what looked like solid ground rushing towards him.
It was not solid ground. Just more fiction the Fiction Dimension Port had rendered 'real' but that didn't stop the pain. "Bloody fiction..." Spat Daz, rubbing his head. He had landed in what looked like a desert. An incredibly large desert. Wherever he looked the desert stretched on, the barren landscape a dull yellow, save the odd cactus or hunk of metal.
Nasty thoughts of infinite wasteland popped into his head. The most striking one was 'what a horrible way to die' it sure was. And he would most certainly die if he did not find some sort of civilisation as he had no water whatsoever and no food except an out of date packet of peanuts in the back pocket of his lab coat.
He was also worn out. He needed some sort of shelter or he'd fry alive in the desert sun. Maybe he could use the chunks of metal, he thought. He began to walk wearily to a large cluster of them.
They looked solid enough, but he'd still fry. Well, he thought to himself, don't have much choice, really. But how was he to get into the metal? It was only then he realised he was still tightly clutching his Emergency Laser Cannon.
He carefully aimed at a loose piece of metal and put five shots into it. The lasers went straight through. Daz frowned. Gingerly he reached out, expecting the scorching feel of hot metal.
Nothing came. The metal was a hologram. "Oh fuzz!" Spat Daz kicking out at a large heap of sand. That was it. He was going to die now. There was no hope. To tired to carry on Daz had to force his legs to move. One step after the other, the merciless sun beating down on his forehead.
Hours later Daz gave up. A sand storm was brewing and if he tried to continue he got sand in his eyes. He took of his shirt, but quickly put it back on as the sun tried to roast his back. He looked ahead. Everything was blurred as the sand rushed at him viciously, tearing at his shirt and discarded lab coat. He had already eaten the out of date peanuts, but they had done nothing except make his mouth dryer.
He needed water very soon or he'd die of dehydration. He decided he'd lie down, amid the swirling sands of this unnamed desert. He decided he'd call it Desert Daz. It sounded rubbish, but it was the best he could come up with due to the state he was in. He'd wait for night to come.
Night didn't come. For it never does in Dark Land, hence the name. The sun stayed positioned where it had always been, just above the horizon, beaming down on him.
A lizard scuttled past. Daz reached out for it, but it was to fast. He let loose another couple of blasts from his laser cannon, but the Sand Lizard hurried on, disappearing into a small hole. It was probably just another hologram anyway. To trick the mind and ensnare the senses. Well he wasn't falling for it.
Daz crawled forward another few feet. Then collapsed, exhausted. He lay still. Half staring into the huge red sun ahead. The sand storm whipped up again, catching him unawares and depositing a large amount of sand into his mouth. Daz spat disgustedly. Not only was the sand unpleasant, it was also scorching. Then he fainted.
Sleep was good. But unconsciousness was not. It was like sleep only without dreams. Nowhere to escape to. When Daz awoke he was not alone. Only a couple of hundred feet away three figures were walking calmly towards him. They walked together, but thanks to the sand and the blazing sun (only just behind the figures) he could not see clearly and the three people were terribly blurred. The only thing he could actually see was that the middle figure had an extremely large head. Either that or he had huge ears. To the left of the middle figure stood a thin, taller one and to the right stood a smaller, squat form. They were approaching slowly, but they held a large drinking bottle, which gave Daz the strength to carry on.
In minutes they were upon him. The first thing they did was roll him over, check his pockets and confiscate the laser cannon. Daz tried to reach out and get it back, but he no longer had the strength. They turned him over again and for the first time he saw them clearly, looming above him. He nearly died of shock.
He knew who they were instantly. The middle figure was none other than Mickey Mouse. The figure to his left was Goofy and to his right stood Donald Duck.
For a moment he thought he was going mad, but then he remembered the Fiction Dimension Port.
But wait... they were different. They weren't like they usually were. Mickey was definitely changed. His pants, which were usually a dark red, were a horrible combination of deep black and stone grey and ragged like a tramps clothes. His eyes were a blood red and his teeth were more fangs than anything else.
Goofy also wore black and grey clothes with a long cape, extremely tattered and full of holes. Donald's clothes were so ragged they were almost useless, but more terrifying than any of this was the huge, menacing axe Donald carried. He tilted it slightly so it shone threateningly in the blazing red sun, giving the impression he knew how to use it. And had used it before.
These weren't the characters he knew, but nevertheless he was willing to accept help from anyone. Goofy offered him the bottle with a small ominous chuckle.
Daz took it, only briefly thinking about the prospect of poison, before he took a massive swig. After all, what did he have to loose?
Daz awoke sometime later. He could feel an awful bumping and his backside hurt like hell. He opened his mouth and tasted it instantly. Tranquillizer. They had put a sedative in the water. It was then he realised where he was. And why there was an awful bumping.
He, Mickey, Goofy and Donald, were sat astride a large lizard, its skin a dark yellow, camouflaging perfectly with the desert. The Lizard was about the size of two cows and was running through the desert at a tremendous speed.
"Oh." Said the Mickey Mouse thing. Its voice had a strange hiss to it, as if it were rolling its words. It sent a shiver down Daz's spine. "Your awake. We weren't expecting you to wake up for quite a while. Here, have some more water." "Er, no thank you." Said Daz tentatively. He tilted his head to one side. He didn't want anymore water, but he also did not want to offend the creature. There was a large glinting dagger fixed onto its ragged belt. "Have it your way." Said the thing, lowering the water bottle. "We've almost arrived, anyway."
The Lizard scuttled on, never tiring, even in the immense heat of the desert. Daz didn't realise until he looked behind him, but more lizards were appearing. One by one they came, catching up with Daz's lizard, only to fall back a few feet, as if in formation. In a matter of minutes a few hundred lizards had appeared, forming an orderly group behind them. Astride each lizard sat a Dark Warrior or some other evil. Mostly goblins, the odd troll appearing.
The formation seemed to be moving to the edge of a large cliff, getting closer every minute. Then they stopped. Daz peered forward, over the lizard's reins; he stared in horror at what he saw. A colossal palace lay before him. More like a castle than anything. It was giant. Its massive towers stretching upwards, just coming level with the cliff edge of the huge pit the castle had been built into. Then Daz remembered where he'd seen the citadel before. It was an exact replica of the palace in Disney Land! Well, save for the fact that it was about fifty times bigger.
Then the lizard lurched forwards and Daz's stomach turned at the thought that it had just jumped of the cliff edge. It landed about five foot down on a narrow platform that led on to a long winding pathway down into the pit. The lizard took to the pathway immediately, scuttling down it at such a speed that Daz thought it could never maintain its grip. But, miraculously, it did. The other lizards followed, one by one.
As they continued down the path Daz saw Dark Warriors, hundreds of them, working down below. Moving large blocks of stone away and digging for what looked like a strange dark crystal. "Where are we going?" Asked Daz. "Where do you think?" Smirked the Mickey creature gesturing to the citadel. Daz suddenly felt very nervous. The palace was pitch black in colour; immensely menacing in a way that suddenly and inexplicably made you fear it. Even if you were not actually frightened.
The lizard formation continued into the pit, eventually reaching the bottom, where a group of mounted guards checked their identities. This is one well guarded palace, thought Daz.
A few minutes later they were at the palace's doors. Or gates. Highly secured gates. At least a hundred Dark Warriors guarded them, split into groups of five.
The Mickey creature flashed an identity card at a guard who instantly ran of, heaving a lever to one side. The gates began to open. Daz had never seen such a secure operation. Bolts and locks flew aside, large bars of bronze and silver slid away and as soon as the doors opened twenty more guards rushed through. Weapons at the ready. Seeing it was just a lizard patrol they stepped aside. And the lizards proceeded through the open door way.
The palace was amazing. Every single hall had a guard in it. Every door was key coded. One thing was for sure, whoever owned this palace they did not want intruders. The lizards were taken to stables, so they had to go on foot from there. Daz soon realised he was guarded by at least fifty Dark Warriors.
The walk through the palace was long. Many of the corridors looked the same and Daz would have found it impossible to retrace his steps. Yet another clever defence.
He was led up a long flight of stairs. To keep himself from dying of boredom he counted the steps. Five thousand. Five thousand steps exactly. They had reached the highest room of the highest tower.
The Mickey creature stopped, gesturing to Donald who stepped forward carefully opening the large brass doors in front of him. The doorway led to a long room, stretching forwards to a large metal ring, on which was projected the most monstrous thing Daz has ever seen. It looked like a giant beast/ghost. It had huge claws and teeth and its body was only half finished, the rest of it still inside the projector.
"So" it roared, its voice like nails on a black board. "You have finally come. My one chance of finally regaining the Crystal Element and returning to my former body. What is your name?" "Daz." He stuttered. He wasn't afraid of the creature. It was actually quite ridiculous, but it seemed almost to generate fear. Like the palace itself. He was already sweating.
"Oh great and powerful Mulldack!" Screeched the Mickey creature. "We bring you a new servant! The one who will guide you to the Crystal Element!" The Mulldack snorted. "You shall be rewarded. But now bring the wine! We must celebrate." "Yes master, of course master!" The Mickey thing bowed low, scuttling to a nearby table and bringing a large red bottle of highly polished glass.
"But I don't want to be your servant!" Screamed Daz. "SILENCE!" Roared the Mulldack. Then, in a quieter, more gentle voice. "Please, do not bother yourself with speech." The Mulldack coaxed, his tones sugar sweet. "Drink some wine. You must be terribly thirsty." Daz hesitated. It had been sedative before, would it be poison this time?
The Goofy creature offered him the bottle. Daz took it. He didn't really have much of a choice. He drank deeply. Instantly the real Daz was gone. His eyes glazed over and turned a pale, putrid grey; his hands stopped shaking and went rigid. His back straightened to attention and he bowed low to the Mulldack.
"Now." The Mulldack screeched, his sugary voice gone without a trace. "Find me the Crystal Element and when you do, bring it back here without a scratch, you understand? Not a scratch!"
"I understand Master and for you and only for you, I obey."
Oh No! Daz has been intoxicated by that terrible liquor and is forced to serve the Mulldack! Next chapter will feature Z and Lirael when she tries to make a brake for it! Oh No! Everything's going wrong for the good side! I hope the good Mickey Mouse comes up with something soon! Anyway, thanks to all of you who reviewed this and chapter 5 is coming soon! Until then Bye! And keep reviewing! Seeya!
Z
Chapter 4
Dark Land
Okay, right, quick recap on what happened earlier and then back to the story from Daz's point of view, got it? Good. Daz watched as Z spun his silver pistol on the clear surface of the glass floor. Then, without warning, he jabbed it in the centre so it stopped abruptly, pointing to a tube. "That's the one." He said and began to walk towards it. They only got halfway. With an ear-splitting screech the glass beneath them began to shake terribly. "Run!" Screamed Z and dashed to the tube, hurling himself inside. Daz was not so lucky. With another terrific screech the glass lurched sickeningly, catapulting Daz forwards, his momentum more than enough to shatter the glass of the pen and send him plummeting into the inky darkness below.
Daz swore loudly, but the wind snatched his words away and he had no breath left in his lungs to try again. He couldn't even scream. A large infinite blackness was rushing towards him, but before he even had time to gasp he was hurtling through it. It was ink. Just like in the pen. That was his only thought, but he had no time to think anymore as he was violently shot out of the ink, what looked like solid ground rushing towards him.
It was not solid ground. Just more fiction the Fiction Dimension Port had rendered 'real' but that didn't stop the pain. "Bloody fiction..." Spat Daz, rubbing his head. He had landed in what looked like a desert. An incredibly large desert. Wherever he looked the desert stretched on, the barren landscape a dull yellow, save the odd cactus or hunk of metal.
Nasty thoughts of infinite wasteland popped into his head. The most striking one was 'what a horrible way to die' it sure was. And he would most certainly die if he did not find some sort of civilisation as he had no water whatsoever and no food except an out of date packet of peanuts in the back pocket of his lab coat.
He was also worn out. He needed some sort of shelter or he'd fry alive in the desert sun. Maybe he could use the chunks of metal, he thought. He began to walk wearily to a large cluster of them.
They looked solid enough, but he'd still fry. Well, he thought to himself, don't have much choice, really. But how was he to get into the metal? It was only then he realised he was still tightly clutching his Emergency Laser Cannon.
He carefully aimed at a loose piece of metal and put five shots into it. The lasers went straight through. Daz frowned. Gingerly he reached out, expecting the scorching feel of hot metal.
Nothing came. The metal was a hologram. "Oh fuzz!" Spat Daz kicking out at a large heap of sand. That was it. He was going to die now. There was no hope. To tired to carry on Daz had to force his legs to move. One step after the other, the merciless sun beating down on his forehead.
Hours later Daz gave up. A sand storm was brewing and if he tried to continue he got sand in his eyes. He took of his shirt, but quickly put it back on as the sun tried to roast his back. He looked ahead. Everything was blurred as the sand rushed at him viciously, tearing at his shirt and discarded lab coat. He had already eaten the out of date peanuts, but they had done nothing except make his mouth dryer.
He needed water very soon or he'd die of dehydration. He decided he'd lie down, amid the swirling sands of this unnamed desert. He decided he'd call it Desert Daz. It sounded rubbish, but it was the best he could come up with due to the state he was in. He'd wait for night to come.
Night didn't come. For it never does in Dark Land, hence the name. The sun stayed positioned where it had always been, just above the horizon, beaming down on him.
A lizard scuttled past. Daz reached out for it, but it was to fast. He let loose another couple of blasts from his laser cannon, but the Sand Lizard hurried on, disappearing into a small hole. It was probably just another hologram anyway. To trick the mind and ensnare the senses. Well he wasn't falling for it.
Daz crawled forward another few feet. Then collapsed, exhausted. He lay still. Half staring into the huge red sun ahead. The sand storm whipped up again, catching him unawares and depositing a large amount of sand into his mouth. Daz spat disgustedly. Not only was the sand unpleasant, it was also scorching. Then he fainted.
Sleep was good. But unconsciousness was not. It was like sleep only without dreams. Nowhere to escape to. When Daz awoke he was not alone. Only a couple of hundred feet away three figures were walking calmly towards him. They walked together, but thanks to the sand and the blazing sun (only just behind the figures) he could not see clearly and the three people were terribly blurred. The only thing he could actually see was that the middle figure had an extremely large head. Either that or he had huge ears. To the left of the middle figure stood a thin, taller one and to the right stood a smaller, squat form. They were approaching slowly, but they held a large drinking bottle, which gave Daz the strength to carry on.
In minutes they were upon him. The first thing they did was roll him over, check his pockets and confiscate the laser cannon. Daz tried to reach out and get it back, but he no longer had the strength. They turned him over again and for the first time he saw them clearly, looming above him. He nearly died of shock.
He knew who they were instantly. The middle figure was none other than Mickey Mouse. The figure to his left was Goofy and to his right stood Donald Duck.
For a moment he thought he was going mad, but then he remembered the Fiction Dimension Port.
But wait... they were different. They weren't like they usually were. Mickey was definitely changed. His pants, which were usually a dark red, were a horrible combination of deep black and stone grey and ragged like a tramps clothes. His eyes were a blood red and his teeth were more fangs than anything else.
Goofy also wore black and grey clothes with a long cape, extremely tattered and full of holes. Donald's clothes were so ragged they were almost useless, but more terrifying than any of this was the huge, menacing axe Donald carried. He tilted it slightly so it shone threateningly in the blazing red sun, giving the impression he knew how to use it. And had used it before.
These weren't the characters he knew, but nevertheless he was willing to accept help from anyone. Goofy offered him the bottle with a small ominous chuckle.
Daz took it, only briefly thinking about the prospect of poison, before he took a massive swig. After all, what did he have to loose?
Daz awoke sometime later. He could feel an awful bumping and his backside hurt like hell. He opened his mouth and tasted it instantly. Tranquillizer. They had put a sedative in the water. It was then he realised where he was. And why there was an awful bumping.
He, Mickey, Goofy and Donald, were sat astride a large lizard, its skin a dark yellow, camouflaging perfectly with the desert. The Lizard was about the size of two cows and was running through the desert at a tremendous speed.
"Oh." Said the Mickey Mouse thing. Its voice had a strange hiss to it, as if it were rolling its words. It sent a shiver down Daz's spine. "Your awake. We weren't expecting you to wake up for quite a while. Here, have some more water." "Er, no thank you." Said Daz tentatively. He tilted his head to one side. He didn't want anymore water, but he also did not want to offend the creature. There was a large glinting dagger fixed onto its ragged belt. "Have it your way." Said the thing, lowering the water bottle. "We've almost arrived, anyway."
The Lizard scuttled on, never tiring, even in the immense heat of the desert. Daz didn't realise until he looked behind him, but more lizards were appearing. One by one they came, catching up with Daz's lizard, only to fall back a few feet, as if in formation. In a matter of minutes a few hundred lizards had appeared, forming an orderly group behind them. Astride each lizard sat a Dark Warrior or some other evil. Mostly goblins, the odd troll appearing.
The formation seemed to be moving to the edge of a large cliff, getting closer every minute. Then they stopped. Daz peered forward, over the lizard's reins; he stared in horror at what he saw. A colossal palace lay before him. More like a castle than anything. It was giant. Its massive towers stretching upwards, just coming level with the cliff edge of the huge pit the castle had been built into. Then Daz remembered where he'd seen the citadel before. It was an exact replica of the palace in Disney Land! Well, save for the fact that it was about fifty times bigger.
Then the lizard lurched forwards and Daz's stomach turned at the thought that it had just jumped of the cliff edge. It landed about five foot down on a narrow platform that led on to a long winding pathway down into the pit. The lizard took to the pathway immediately, scuttling down it at such a speed that Daz thought it could never maintain its grip. But, miraculously, it did. The other lizards followed, one by one.
As they continued down the path Daz saw Dark Warriors, hundreds of them, working down below. Moving large blocks of stone away and digging for what looked like a strange dark crystal. "Where are we going?" Asked Daz. "Where do you think?" Smirked the Mickey creature gesturing to the citadel. Daz suddenly felt very nervous. The palace was pitch black in colour; immensely menacing in a way that suddenly and inexplicably made you fear it. Even if you were not actually frightened.
The lizard formation continued into the pit, eventually reaching the bottom, where a group of mounted guards checked their identities. This is one well guarded palace, thought Daz.
A few minutes later they were at the palace's doors. Or gates. Highly secured gates. At least a hundred Dark Warriors guarded them, split into groups of five.
The Mickey creature flashed an identity card at a guard who instantly ran of, heaving a lever to one side. The gates began to open. Daz had never seen such a secure operation. Bolts and locks flew aside, large bars of bronze and silver slid away and as soon as the doors opened twenty more guards rushed through. Weapons at the ready. Seeing it was just a lizard patrol they stepped aside. And the lizards proceeded through the open door way.
The palace was amazing. Every single hall had a guard in it. Every door was key coded. One thing was for sure, whoever owned this palace they did not want intruders. The lizards were taken to stables, so they had to go on foot from there. Daz soon realised he was guarded by at least fifty Dark Warriors.
The walk through the palace was long. Many of the corridors looked the same and Daz would have found it impossible to retrace his steps. Yet another clever defence.
He was led up a long flight of stairs. To keep himself from dying of boredom he counted the steps. Five thousand. Five thousand steps exactly. They had reached the highest room of the highest tower.
The Mickey creature stopped, gesturing to Donald who stepped forward carefully opening the large brass doors in front of him. The doorway led to a long room, stretching forwards to a large metal ring, on which was projected the most monstrous thing Daz has ever seen. It looked like a giant beast/ghost. It had huge claws and teeth and its body was only half finished, the rest of it still inside the projector.
"So" it roared, its voice like nails on a black board. "You have finally come. My one chance of finally regaining the Crystal Element and returning to my former body. What is your name?" "Daz." He stuttered. He wasn't afraid of the creature. It was actually quite ridiculous, but it seemed almost to generate fear. Like the palace itself. He was already sweating.
"Oh great and powerful Mulldack!" Screeched the Mickey creature. "We bring you a new servant! The one who will guide you to the Crystal Element!" The Mulldack snorted. "You shall be rewarded. But now bring the wine! We must celebrate." "Yes master, of course master!" The Mickey thing bowed low, scuttling to a nearby table and bringing a large red bottle of highly polished glass.
"But I don't want to be your servant!" Screamed Daz. "SILENCE!" Roared the Mulldack. Then, in a quieter, more gentle voice. "Please, do not bother yourself with speech." The Mulldack coaxed, his tones sugar sweet. "Drink some wine. You must be terribly thirsty." Daz hesitated. It had been sedative before, would it be poison this time?
The Goofy creature offered him the bottle. Daz took it. He didn't really have much of a choice. He drank deeply. Instantly the real Daz was gone. His eyes glazed over and turned a pale, putrid grey; his hands stopped shaking and went rigid. His back straightened to attention and he bowed low to the Mulldack.
"Now." The Mulldack screeched, his sugary voice gone without a trace. "Find me the Crystal Element and when you do, bring it back here without a scratch, you understand? Not a scratch!"
"I understand Master and for you and only for you, I obey."
Oh No! Daz has been intoxicated by that terrible liquor and is forced to serve the Mulldack! Next chapter will feature Z and Lirael when she tries to make a brake for it! Oh No! Everything's going wrong for the good side! I hope the good Mickey Mouse comes up with something soon! Anyway, thanks to all of you who reviewed this and chapter 5 is coming soon! Until then Bye! And keep reviewing! Seeya!
Z
