Chapter 3, yay! More clues, and a familiar face. Someone asked for longer chapters. This one is a lot longer. There is a pretty long speech in this one too so bear with me, things will get easier to understand and a lot better. I'll do my best in the future. Don't forget to R&R!
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Chapter Two—Confrontation
(six months later)
Detective Barry Anderson looked around at the enormous crowd. After six months of planning. He was finally here, with Megg's crowd. He was amazed at how many followers she had. Short people and tall people, people whose skin looked like tree bark and some people who were so whit, they had to be albino.
Barry shuffled his way through the crowd. There was no way he could find Megg in this mob; he would simply have to wait. He wondered if he should have brought back up.
"Hey!" Barry snapped around. A tall, copper-haired man stood before him, grinning. "You're new here, aren't you?" He asked. His voice was full and hearty.
"Uh, yeah." Barry stammered. Maybe it hadn't been wise to do this assignment solo. He had been hoping to avoid confrontation.
A group of various colored girls stood a few feet behind the man; giggling and pointing at is unusually long, pointed ears.
"No need to be nervous, my friend!" the man laughed. He gave Barry a slap on the back, nearly knocking him down. "I too was nervous when I first arrived, but now I couldn't be happier! All thanks to our beloved Queen Megg!"
Barry blinked. Queen? Megg was a queen?
"She saved me, you know. She really did. I was depressed and often suicidal when I first met her, but she cured me. She made my depression go away without drugs or hypnotism or anything! She's a miracle worker, she is."
Barry was stunned and confused. How could someone so horrible make people so happy? He didn't understand it.
A series of whispers broke out excitedly from the girls behind the red-haired man and the surrounding people.
"Ooh, look, look!"
"It's him! It's Fierce!"
"I've never seen him in person before…"
"Has anybody?"
"The Queen has, dummy!"
"What a dream boat!"
"I'll say!"
A tall, young man was walking through the crowd, which parted before him like water. His skin was the normal peach tone, but his hair was platinum blonde, as white as snow, as were his strange, glowing eyes that lacked iris or pupil and held a gaze of both passion and power. There were also odd red and blue markings on his face. His clothing was strange and foreign, consisting of a silver tunic, black hose, and black armor decorated with gold symbols. He too had pointed ears, but they were dramatically so. An aura of massive power emanated from him strongly. Barry had to resist flinching when the strange eyes rested on his figure. Somehow, no one else seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable.
"Fierce? Who's Fierce?" Barry asked as the man disappeared into the mob of people.
The copper haired man looked at Barry oddly. "How can you not know about the Fierce Deity? The being was created in the image of destiny himself! He is one of the most powerful god-like beings in existence! He was once sealed within a mask, cursed for falling in love with a mortal, but Queen Megg freed him, under strict conditions, of course. You don't want to get on the bad side of him; he's a merciless killer; almost as old as the world itself. You'd best stay out of his way or he'll down you in the blink of an eye. Obviously, many girls adore him.
Barry pondered this new information. The man, or supposedly "deity," looked hardly twenty years old. When he said so, the red haired man laughed again.
"Yes, yes, twenty is his preferred appearance, a full ear older than her highness, Megg. Though the reason is beyond our comprehension." The horn of a conch shell sounded throughout the stadium. The man turned his head in the direction that Fierce had vanished.
"I must go," he said, "I have business to attend to. I hope we meet again, newcomer." And with that he fled into the crowd. Barry felt sick, his mid reeling.
Megg was nineteen. Nineteen. He had expected her to be twenty-five at least, but not this ridiculous age. That meant that she had started killing people when she was seventeen. Only seventeen!
The crowd suddenly went completely wild. The giggling girls brought out a large sign that read, "Megg Rocks!" and began to scream wildly!
"We love you, Megg! We love you!" They shrieked. Barry thought them very melodramatic, but as he looked around, he saw that dozens of other people were doing the exact same thing. He looked up at the stage.
A young woman with dramatically long and pointed ears was walking across the stage. Barry had never seen the woman before in his life, yet he knew her at once. It was Megg. The woman who was on top of wanted lists in almost every country in the world, who had killed countless innocents for unknown reasons, here she was in front of him. Her beauty was terrifying. Her silver clothing was exquisite. His thoughts evaporated as Megg began to speak.
"My people!" She bellowed. With one final surge of cheering, the crowd fell silent. Barry froze at the sound of her voice; it was rich, crisp, mature, persuasive, and completely unpredictable. "Finally," she continued, "After two of our five months, we have been able to meet again! I am glad that so many of you have come here today!" the crowd burst into cheers again. With a wave of her hand, the noise stopped abruptly. "I have much to tell you about, my people, but as is traditional, we must meet the newcomers first."
Dozens of people began climbing onto the stage. The crowd cheered triumphantly. The girls near Barry noticed that he hadn't moved.
"Hey you!" One of them shouted. "You're new, get on up there!"
Barry felt himself moving toward the stage, becoming lost in the massive group of new followers. It was now or he would never get the chance again.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Megg said, beginning a new speech directed at the newcomers. Barry found himself frozen to the spot at the sound of her voice. "Though I am only nineteen years of age, my life is more complicated than most. I have envisioned my reason for being and the ways in which I may die. Until recently, my religion was one rarely heard of and has a name that is lost to Time. And although I am young in years, I am ancient in my thoughts. I am wiser than many you know and more desperate to accomplish my destiny than anyone else on this pitiful little planet.
"Until recently, I was surrounded by humans every way I turned and it sickened me. For, although we very much appear so, we are not human at all, even though we are born of humans. You see, an individual is only the species they are born of in blood, if they are not so spiritually, that is a completely different matter. We are this way.
"Ages ago, when my people were mercilessly eliminated by humans, the last of the royal family was on the verge of death. She called to the Gods and cast an ancient spell, so that when her people died, as she did that way, the people's spirits would be reborn into a select few humans, which would participate in the restoration of the world, led by the princess's reincarnated form.
"This is my destiny. But although it is my destiny to restore my country and my people, it is possible that I will not live to see it. I do not fear death, pain, or any sort of cage or misery. We will make an impact on the world. Thousands of people will follow us in the path of light and righteousness and thousands of hating unbelievers will die at our feet. Many of those people see us as evil, but we are the true good in this world and we only wish to gain back what was so cruelly torn from us. If any of you have second thoughts about joining us, please step forward."
Several people stood forward, Barry among them, but he didn't stop there. Megg had turned away for some reason and Barry took advantage of his opportunity. He snuck up from behind her, pulled her arm up behind her back, and placed a handgun to her left temple. Megg didn't even gasp, as if his move was expected, but someone in the crowd cried out.
"He's got a gun!" Everyone froze.
"Nobody move!" Barry yelled. "Nobody move, ya hear!"
Megg began chuckling deeply, quietly, so only Barry could hear. "Are you going to kill me, Barry?"
Barry stared at her. How did she know his…A fist collided with Barry's skull, knocking him to the ground. He blinked furiously; everything was red. His eyes were bleeding. No cheers erupted from the crowd now, only silence.
"Thank you, Fierce." He heard Megg say. Everything in Barry's vision was blurred by quantities of fresh blood.
Megg's dark figure towered over him like some horrible monster. Two graceful scimitars blossomed from under the wrists of Megg's clothing. Though Barry couldn't see them, the swords carried beautiful, simple designs. Two-thirds of the way up the blade, a beautifully designed, copper rose was carved into the metal. A fluid, silvery green stem sprouted from it toward the hilt, and shining, gold crevices separated the flat from the sharp of the blade.
Megg brought the swords down heavily, aiming for a deathblow. The swords stopped abruptly, hardly an inch above Barry's neck. A soft humming sound echoed through the stadium. Megg stared at Barry, her swords held stock-still.
Someone on stage pointed to Barry and shouted, "That guy's wearing a wire!" Someone came forward and took the device from Barry's jacket. He tried to resist, but his blurred vision caused his resistance to be futile.
"Destroy it!" Megg screamed. With a swift motion of a two handed sword, Fierce split the computer in two.
"Everyone, our meeting must be delayed! Everyone head for the trains! Except," Megg pointed to those that had had 'second thoughts,' "you eight. You stay where you are for now."
Barry felt someone jerk him up from the ground.
"Have somebody throw him in the train. I'll deal with him later." Megg said. Her voice lowered. "You know what to do with those who rejected us." Barry felt a sickening knot form in his gut as he heard someone draw a sword menacingly.
After a few jerking moments, Barry was thrown onto a cold, metal floor, where he blacked out.
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There you go. Hoped you liked it. More crazy stuff soon. Yay for the Fierce Deity! There won't be too many new characters in the next couple chapters, but there'll still be some. R&R! I'm open to flames!