Well here's chapter two. This one is sort of a 'special' because I just started and so you'll get a feeling about how it's going to be.
I only own the chars. you've never seen in Dakrsdiers before.
Ch. 2
The two brothers were slowly and with great annoyance, making their way to the City of the Dead. It took them forever, at least that is how the Nephilim felt. When they finally arrived, the Lord of Bones was already waiting for them in his throne room.
"Ah, Horseman, we meet again," he stood and looked quizzically at the younger one. "But I have yet to meet you before. You must be Strife."
The two remained silent as the ones that 'escorted' them here left, and only the Lords guards remained.
"I see you are in a foul mood, as I'd expect," he sat back down and eyed the two. "What brings you to my Kingdome?"
"I'm sure you already know the answer. Don't waste our time with these formalities," Death frowned behind his mask.
"You seek the ones responsible of this anomaly. Something we have in common, Horsemen. This is the reason I had you brought here. You see, these… intruders, have tried to steal something of great importance to me. For now, we have been able to protect it, yet it's all a matter of time before they take it."
"You want us to watch it for your excuses of guards?" Strife tilted his head, as the King blinked. Deciding to ignore the gunner's manners he continued: "Yes, that is correct. You would catch these disturbers and I would be free of them. It is a 'win-win' situation, would you not agree?" the ghost smiled and showed his teeth as he extended a hand.
Sharing a look, the scythe user reached for the hand, when the castle suddenly started shaking and it knocked the Nephilim off balance but not on the ground.
"What was that?!" the Lord yelled as his guards quickly exited the room, followed by the Horsemen.
Stepping outside, they saw chaos as the ghost warriors fought skeletons. There were explosions erupting all over the place as they saw four figures standing in the middle of it all, barking orders, throwing some sort of containers with green liquid that exploded when hitting the ground or fighting with various weapons.
Death looked at the twin before the two dashed down the stairs and jumped before the four. The Nephilim finally managed to get a good look at them.
There were clearly three males and a female, each wearing a black, tight outfit, their faces covered with a black mask. On their backs were black cloaks and around their waists each had a sword and two daggers. The female even had a quiver with ebony arrows and a bow in hand. The ghost ignored the six and only focused on the skeletons.
The four looked startled, as they all took a step away from the Horsemen. The one that held the green liquid started shaking as he almost dropped the flask. Two of them gulped and took another step back. Only one straightened and tightened his hold on the axe he held. This one was clearly a Demon. Nothing could hide the pair of horns growing from his head.
"Surrender and we might spare you," Death's voice was low and demanding as he took out his dual scythe.
Strife watched each of them, analyzing their every move, every breath and waiting for anything, so that he knew if he had to attack.
The axe user spoke in a language none of the Nephilim understood, and put his other hand on the weapon. The other three shared a nervous look and spoke back the same way.
"Enough of this!" the elder one hissed and jumped forward, but before he could even reach them, they vanished.
"Strife!" he yelled back and saw the gunner was already on it. "They split us! Two climbing the wall, one making his way through the gate and the other went into the dungeons!" he reported and Death already made a dash for the dungeons. "Don't interfere! Stay back!" the elder one shouted.
"Don't tell me how to fight damn it!" he yelled back at him. The two could hardly work together, but when it was to fight... well that's another story. So in the end, the gunner ran to the gate.
Turning another corner, the Reaper finally caught the male, jumping him and pointing his scythe at his neck.
"Speak, less I cut your head off!" he hissed and tore off the males mask. Shocked, only for a moment, he pressed the blade closer so a thin line of green blood appeared and narrowed his eyes. "Speak!" he had to resist the urge to cut this creatures head off.
But this male only laughed, showing his sharp teeth. "Do not look so angry, Horseman," he spat the word as his voice was dry and high.
His face was that of a bird, ears of a lion and tongue of a snake. His eyes were almost glowing in the shadows, as a confident smirk played on his face.
"What do you want?" Death had heard of these creatures. Chimeras, yet in all his time, he had never seen one before.
"What do we want? Isn't it obvious Horseman? These rules you and your brethren so bravely enforce are only what the Charred Council does to stay in power! They make the rules, and the rest of us have to follow by them! But that's not the only reason I lead you here…" he laughed as Death gritted his teeth.
"The feelings you and your siblings have… They will destroy you all!" he hissed and an explosion was heard as the roof above them. Reacting quickly, the Nephilim jumped away and out of the ruble, as it covered the chimera. "Damn it!" he frowned and started heading back, when a sudden chill ran down his spine and his eyes opened wide. A sword looked through his chest as he felt a stinging pain and saw the green liquid dripping from it.
"It won't blow up… to little dose… But it will bring you pain," the chimera let go of the sword and left it embedded in the Nephilim, before Death fell to his knees. The scythe user had never felt so much pain. But what bothered him more, was the fact that this intruder was still alive. And when he looked at him, he didn't see a single wound.
"W-What trickery is this…" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Would you not love to know…" the male smirked, put his mask back on and left the Horseman groaning in pain. The male did not get far, however, before he collapsed to the ground and started panting.
"You can't hide from me," Strife brought Mercy in front of him and aimed. "Might as well give up." The Nephilim saw him freeze to a stop and turn around before turning visible again. "Aren't you a special one? I've neve' heard of anyon' bein' able to see invisible creatures. "
"What can I say? I'm full of surprises," the Horseman laughed and pulled the trigger, sending bullets of light towards the male.
"Makes two of us then. Just so ya know, the name's Hitoku. Might as well know who killed ya," he laughed back, his eyes glowed red and the bullets passed through him, as if he was air. Shocked, the gunner fired again and again, they passed, but this time, he was focusing on his vision, and was able to see it.
"What? Done already?" the intruder mocked when the shots stopped.
"No, but you are," the Horseman's voice was calm as he lowered the gun.
"Huh?" was the only thing the black dressed male managed.
"I saw through your lil trick. You can't really phase through my shots. You open a portal right before they'd hit ya, absorb 'em, and then reopen it behind and let 'em flow out. Is that about right?"
"Damn you little brat," he hissed. A moment later, a green portal appeared next to the intruder, into which Hitoku plunged his sword.
The Horseman's sense of danger screamed in his head, just as a portal opened behind him, the sword sticking out of it. (1)
Jumping away, the sense rang again as he heard a dagger fly past his head. Turning around, he saw it flew into another portal and then felt a pain in his shoulder.
Landing neatly, he pulled it out and threw it to the side, seeing the green liquid when he heard another *swoosh* and threw himself to the ground.
"Damn, you're an annyon' bastard," the Nephilim hissed and glared through his helmet.
"Well, normally, ya'd be dead. Those enhanced senses of yours are a pain in the ass," Hitoku opened another portal.
Strife saw it open right before his eyes and took lighting fast action, shooting Redemption into the portal.
The bullets went through it and hit the intruder in the face, destroying his mask and knocking him to the ground.
His face was covered with fur, as his mouth was that of a tiger, eyes like a snakes and ears of a wolf.
"Chimeras?" Strife said bluntly, when a sudden pain ripped from his shoulder and towards his chest. Screaming, he cursed his enhanced sense of feeling, before things started to blur and he collapsed.
Dum dum dum! Don't worry, War and Fury are in the next one.
(1) Also in the story 'Before'. Since he was a long rage type with better feelings he had to be able to avoid that. So, I gave him a 6th sense - Detecting danger.
And no, I won't be using anything relating to Spider Man with that. 'Tingling' is a NO here.
And... another preview
"He thinks he does not need anyone else… That he is unbeatable and everything can be solved by fighting…"
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They stood before the Horseman, as if he was some common peasant, and didn't even draw their weapons?
"Move or I shall ride over your corpses."
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"This is not the way to the Tri-Stone…"
"Sure it is! Just a short cut is all."
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"Who sent you then? Because he underestimated me!"