WHOA i was ON something when i rote this. Its fixed, clearer and SOOO sorry.
Aright, I've noticed a pattern with this story, the chapters seem to be getting smaller and smaller each time, so I've decided to make this one particularly long. Grab some pop corn and enjoy. Please don't get tired of reading it and leave. XD thank u and please review.
Chase's P.O.V.
Chase was walking down the dim hallway towards Brooke's room.
She controls light...
If his theory was correct, then he could put his plan into action. But he'd need to keep her here for more than just another night.
How...
The thought struck him and he smirked with content. He knew exactly how. All he had to do was just let things be.
Chase arrived in front of Brooke's door and placed his hand on the knob before pausing. It was still silent in there. She was still sleep.
He twisted the knob and pushed the door open, walking into the room noiselessly. He looked at her lying in the bed, covered completely from head to toe under the cover. He then looked up at the mirror located in the room and saw hanging off of it the clothes she had worn in here.
So does that mean...
Chase eyed her sleeping form for a second before turning around to walk back out. As he was about to walk back through the doorway, he heard her begin to stir.
Chase turned around and saw her begin to sit up with her back to him. She yawned and stretched before suddenly stopping. He was about to turn to leave when she looked over her shoulder to see Chase staring at her and suddenly began to scream.
She immediately pulled the cover back over her and raised her hand at Chase. With a weird feeling in the gut of his stomach, Chase suddenly began to glow white and was thrown out into the hallway, the door shutting after him.
Slamming against the wall, Chase landed on his feet bent over from the impact.
Women, he thought, standing back up. Through the door, he could hear Brooke angrily mumbling to herself. He was glad to have gotten Wuya out of his hair for a while, but she's worse.
He began to walk to the thrown room. He'd decided that he'd have one of his cats lead her to him.
Brooke's P.O.V.
Men. Brooke thought zipping up her last boot.
She had reflexively used her magic but was now regretting that decision. Her arm was stinging horribly, but it wasn't as bad as last night. She didn't think she would pass out this time.
She let out a frustrated groan.
Possessed brothers, perverted evil masterminds, this damned mark. What else could go wrong?
Brooke suddenly heard the door creak and she turned around to see who it was, ready to lash out at anyone walking through. She glared at the door, as though daring it to be Chase who walked through, but she was shocked when she looked down and saw a tiger standing there.
Oh.
She glanced uneasily at the cat. She knew that all these beasts were Chase's and completely under his control, but that didn't really help their case.
The cat began to walk towards Brooke and she noticed that it had something in its mouth- a note. It walked up right to her and waited for her to take it.
Chase was crazy if he though that she was putting her hand anywhere near one of those things. She liked her fingers and really hoped she'd get to keep them for the remainder of her life.
She backed into the wall trying to avoid it.
Chase had talked to them, meaning they understood what he said. Maybe it would work for Brooke.
"Just set it down," she said pointing to the bed, "Over there. Go ahead."
The tiger looked from Brooke to the bed behind it and seemed to have rolled its eyes at her before walking over to the bed and setting the note down on it. It then went over to the door and sat, waiting for Brooke to read it.
She slowly crept over to the bed and snatched the note up before shooting back towards the wall. Opening the note, which was only folded once, she began to read, glancing up at the cat every other word.
Follow this tiger to breakfast. Once you are finished, it will lead you to me in the thrown room where we will battle. Eat well and build up your energy, you're going to need it.
Brooke figured it was from Chase since he seemed to be the only other human within the vicinity, but he did not sign his name. She looked up from the note to the tiger and stared at it. It was waiting for her somewhat impatiently.
Interesting. How'd he train these cats? They almost seemed...human.
Heaving one final sigh, she stuffed the note in her back pocket and started towards the tiger. It didn't seemed like it meant her any harm, so she followed it a little relaxed.
It led her back to the citadel and from there entered one of the buildings within the turquoise hue-ed room. Inside of the building they had entered was a large circular dining room. Pillars aligned the walls as well as rectangular mirrors in between. A huge, circle shaped table stood in the middle covered with plates of food that no one person could eat in their lifetime.
"Oh my..." Brooke's voice trailed off. She looked around the room. There was a staircase leading to an upper floor but exactly where was covered in shadows.
She redirected her attention back to the tiger and glanced at the cat now perched at her side and suddenly a low rumble was heard from the pit of her stomach.
"No time to waste then, right?" she said using the cat as an excuse to talk to herself.
I really don't feel like going into the details of mastication and ingestion and digestion and that whole process, so this is what I will say. She ate, she's full. Fill in the details however you'd like.
Brooke stood up from the chair she had been sitting in, which was at the head of the table and looked at the tiger. Over the course of thirty minutes, she had become just a little attached to the animal.
"I'm stuffed," she said to it, then looked at the table still covered with untouched food. "What was Chase thinking giving me all this food. Such a waste."
Suddenly she felt a tug at her over shirt and she looked down to see the cat standing behind her with her shirt in its mouth.
"Alright alright," Brooke said going with the cat, "Let's go."
The cat led her back out to the citadel and as they began to walk through it Brooke started to feel a little nervous. She was about to go against the super mega evil dark lord for fun. WAS SHE INSANE? Apparently, but she had already accepted, there was no turning back now, not without looking like a coward anyway, and she was no coward.
The tiger suddenly stopped in front of a circular building to be reached by a few steps.
"Is this the place?" she asked, looking down at the cat.
It bobbed its head once and she took that for a yes.
Swallowing once, she went up the four or five steps it took to reach the door and slowly began to reach out for the knob.
Brooke nearly fell backwards as the door suddenly flew forward and a voice came from within.
"Come in." Chase said as his voice seemed to echo.
Wide eyed, Brooke looked back at the tiger before taking a step into a large circular room lit by nothing but little flames on the walls. Like the dining room, there were pillars, but these were rectangular prisms. It much resembled the basic structure of the dining room, but no upper floor or mirrors. The actual floor itself had a spiraling pattern to it and the walls had statues of slit eyeballs bulging out of them.
Creepy is an understatement...
Just as she had barely made it into the room, the door slammed shut behind her and she involuntarily flinched. Chase was standing in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back.
"I trust that you ate well?" He said looking down.
"Yes," she began, "Thank you."
Brooke's insides churned as she realized once more exactly what she was here for. She was about to fight the super mega most evilest bad guy of all time... just for kiks!
Brooke, you're insane, I've always thought so.
Her arms automatically went up defensively in criss cross formation as she saw Chase take a step towards her. Chase immediately stopped and smirked.
"Why so tense?" he asked "I wouldn't be nearly so cowardly as to attack you without warning. This is an arranged battle after all."
Brooke slowly lowered her arms and placed them back at her side.
"So when will we start?" Brooke asked him as he continued towards her. When he reached her he stood over her, looking down at her, purposely trying to intimidate her.
"When you have calmed your nerves," He said.
Brooke scoffed.
"What makes you think I'm not calm?" She asked avoiding his gaze. He was so close to her.
"Because," he said taking her left hand in both of his, causing Brooke to blush slightly, "your hands are trembling."
Brooke paused for a second and looked down at her hand in Chase's and sure enough, her hands were shaking furiously. This realization only caused her to blush even more.
She snatched her hand out of Chase's and began to hold it herself.
"I'm fine." she said rubbing each of her hands with the other. "Let's just get this over with."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Chase asked folding his arms, "You are the one who challenged me, you know? Why all of a sudden have you changed your mind?"
"Why do you ask a million questions?" Brooke snapped back, not wanting to admit that it was only after seeing him in battle, had she realized he was too good.
Chase smirked once again before taking his fighting stance. He stood facing her straight forward with one hand above his head clenched in a fist while the other was open palm in front of him. His right knee was bent giving him a lunged position.
Brooke gave herself a mental smack on the head as she realized that the fact that Chase had once studied under her family, meant that he knew her fighting style. How was she going to defeat someone who knew her every move? Would she have to use her other technique? It was only experimental and she had never used it in combat before.
What am I saying, that style would probably be crushed against the Soyan's.I'll just stick with that.
She took a similar stance as Chase's. He had tweaked his a bit, but the resemblance was still there. She stood there, facing him directly with one knee raised towards her chest, andwith one hand over her head with her last two fingers folded down, pointed at him. Her other arm was bent, and also had a hand with the last two fingers bent.
They each stood there like that for a good half a minute, waiting for the other to attack. They were both trying to take a defensive position in the battle. From what Brooke had witnessed, he was excellent at dodging, so direct attacks were next to useless, but she was getting annoyed, and she had to do something quick.
Chase's P.O.V.
They had been in their stances doing nothing for nearly a minute and Chase could tell that Brooke was about to break. Her eyes were narrowed in frustration and she was waiting. She had good sense, he'd give her that, but that was completely irrelevant to the battle's point. He needed her to use her magic.
Chase was thinking about how to provoke her when suddenly she came at him with a simple punch. He dodged it and she threw another one. He dodged that as well. She sent at least ten more before Chase got tired of the routine and caught her right hand. She threw her left hand at him but he dodged it and threw her across the room by the hand he was holding.
"Pathetic," He said as she landed flat on her back. "I'd at least expect a little more than punches from a Soyan."
She stood up quickly and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Shut up," she said absentmindedly and took her stance once again. She then ran at him and jumped up in the air and came at Chase with both feet. Chase stepped to the side without glancing up and Brooke's feet slammed into the ground, causing a crater around where she landed.
As soon as she landed, she brought her hands to the ground and used them as support as she slammed her feet into Chase's arm plates. She pushed her feet off of them and flipped backwards onto her feet.
"Are you just going to dodge and block the whole time?" She snapped while bent down on her knees, facing the ground.
She looked up and was suddenly sent flying backwards as Chase sent her flying back with a kick under her chin.
She let out a grunt as his foot made impact, but she held out her arms and bounced off of them and back onto her feet.
She was so weak the fight seemed unfair, at least she managed to catch herself this time.
"You were saying?" Chase remarked as she glared at him from the other side of the room. "You wanted this." He paused for a second and put his hand to his chin, "And I could swear you were going to prove to me that you...COULD defeat me."
"I realize now that the Soyan's style is one that can not defeat your own," She said standing up straight.
"Does this mean you're giving up?"
She laughed mirthlessly.
"Don't you wish?"
She then took her stance, a new stance. One Chase had never come across. It must be a new style, one she developed on her own. Chase watched in interest.
She stood there, turned at a three quarters angel with her legs spread apart. Her knees were bent and her palms were flat against the air. Her right arm was out more than her left and her left leg was bent more than her right. All together, the stance didn't look too impressive.
"A new stance," he said folding his arms. "I think you'd do better with your other one."
She just scowled.
Chase sighed and only stuck one arm out, flat palmed against. He didn't feel the need to be on full assault mode.
"So I've been dropped on the threat scale?" She said maintaining her stance, "Well attack me then."
"This is becoming a little too painful for me," Chase taunted.
"How unfortunate." Brooke rolled her eyes.
Chase decided to throw her a bone and attack her. He ran at her and threw a punch her way. He expected her to dodge it, but instead, as his fist was about to make contact, palm slapped against his arm and redirected his attack to the side.
Chase's eyes widened as her palm guided his fist to the air beside her. He looked down and saw her knee coming up.
No...he thought in disbelief, what is this technique?
I was PLANNING on finishing the fight this chapter, but that would make for like a 15 page chapter, which is standard by novel standards, but super long by mine. So Chase about to get trashed? We'll see.