Chapter 1: The Castle
AN: Yo!
First Chapter of Worlds in Truth. Hope you like it as much as you seemed to like the preface! I have an already solid idea of where this is going to go, and I'll have a poll for you guys in later chapters over the romance of this story, if there is to be any. I'll also have a poll up for any side romances you guys would want to see.
Anyway, Read and Review Please!
Disclaimer: I do not own. Any society that needs disclaimers has too many lawyers. Any spelling mistakes in this story are all entirly my fault. Any grammer errors spotted in this story were put there because I could. ;P
A blond young man chased an middle-aged brunet through the ruins of an ancient building. The blond wasn't quite sure what the building used to be, but whatever it was, was massive.
It spanned nearly the entire valley (which, itself, was quite large in scope) and it appeared to have military and tactical towers and insignia all over. The blond had tripped several times on cracked stones and broken stairs, but he had yet to fall and lose the brunette.
The brunet, in turn, seemed to know the ruins well, too well. He weaved and dodged expertly through archways and half-walls and down stairwells and ladders. He had obviously been here for a long time... along with all of his victims.
This thought made the blond growl. He put on a burst of speed and clapped his hands together. His arm did something arms weren't supposed to do, it changed.
What once was a normal looking arm was replaced by a shiny chrome blade that ripped through the sleeve of the blond's black shirt.
The brunet, noticing these changes in his pursuer, tried to put on a similar burst of speed. The blond grinned.
"NOW, AL!" He shouted as he looked slightly past the brunet's shoulder.
This had the desired effect of attracting the older man's attention. The young man leaped several paces forward and prepared to attack the older man head on.
The man, however, quickly evaded and dropped low to the floor. The blond's momentum threw him into a tumble over the other man's head.
When he finally came to a stop, he turned swiftly...only to find the man had disappeared.
The young man cursed loudly. He clapped his hands and pressed them to the ground. In response, the floor opened invitingly to reveal a passage way.
The blond grinned and hopped down.
"Think you can run away from me, old man? Think again!" He strode forward confidently, only to find him self in a room with several different passageways.
The blond froze, ceasing his boasting, and began cursing anew.
NEXT SCENE
Several yards away from the blond, down one of the passages, the brunet chuckled lowly. He had plans to escape the ruins, but first he needed to collect his research, lest the military dogs find it.
He hopped out of the passage and into his lab. Cages lined the room, deformed and groaning creatures of undeterminable origin laying within. The creatures all looked up when the man entered and drew back in fear as they saw who it was.
The man ignored the creatures, and instead focused on the desk covered in papers and folders. Once those were safely packed away in his brief case, the man took one last look at the symbols carved into the floor.
Sweeping in a large circle, strange letters- that weren't exactly letters - swirled and intertwined in an odd pattern. The man had spent years investigating the building and had only found this room a little under a year ago. He used what he assumed to be an array as the basis for his research, to little success.
The circle vaguely resembled a human transmutation circle, which is what he had based his research on, but as time passed he was become more and more convinced that it wasn't. But the purpose of the circle still puzzled him.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, the man grabbed his bag and began striding for the door-
SMACK!
The walls seemed to fuse with the door and the man spun around, expecting to see the blond runt.
Instead, a large, armored figure knelt in front of a circle, his hands pressed firmly to the chalk outline.
The man's eyes narrowed and he dropped his bag to the side.
"You're 'Al,' I take it?" He spoke nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather.
"And you're Dr. Killrot." The newly name Dr. Killrot recoiled in surprise. The armored figure's voice was far too high for someone of his stature. It belonged more to a preteen boy than a man.
"You're an alchemist as well, I take it. Why not join me, help me with my research. We could both uncover the secrets to creating life and become gods among men! People would worship us!"
The armored figure looked insulted, if that was possible.
"I'd never resort to turning my own employees into chimera! You're insane!"
The chimera in the cages growled in agreement, their fear turning to anger.
The man scoffed.
"Plebeian." He grinned Al strode forward. "Anyway, it's not like I need you around any longer, I think I'll just give you a little... push out."
With a crazy grin, the man clapped his hands together and pressed them to the circle on the floor just as Al passed over it's center.
Al stared in shock as the floor around his lit in a scarily familiar light. He could feel the alchemical energy flowing through the air like a river.
The only saving grace to his fate was that the activation of the circle caused the cages to burst open. The creature climbed out and headed toward their captor, now their prey.
Al could only watch as the chimera descended on the doctor, and when the man brought his hands up to defend himself, Al was gone.