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Chapter 16: The Hoods Identity.

The Hood had a troubled past, tore away from his home at a young age by a mistake of his own doing, been separated from his brother for years until the day they found each other again, and finally witnessing his brother's death.

It happened two years ago in his own home the Yewbeams thought he and his brother were long lost but no, they were simply hiding in plain view, until the day that his new master cam... Yorath Yewbeam himself.

Flashback

The Hood was relaxing at home with his Old man of a younger brother when there was a loud knock at the door.

"Don't worry James I've got it, don't want you hurting you back" The Hood jumped up and walked to the front door to the cottage but before he got there it was smashed off its hinges.

The Hood was sent flying into the next room and gained a head wound on the nearest piece of furniture as Yorath Yewbeam in the form of Troll dragged himself into the doorframe, The hood attempted to get to his feet but the nausea was too much to handle, he watched as his brother was thrown about and pummelled by a creature four times his size... he could only watch.

"Stop! Don't kill him" The Hood must have screamed this over twenty times to no avail, his brother was dead by now but that bastard continued to break him for his own enjoyment.

"STOP!" The hood Endowment had awakened... unfortunately for his home town.

The next day all he remembered was Yorath carrying him out of the crater that was now his home town and his brother's grave.

It took months but Yorath finally had The Hood on his side, it Yorath's choice to give him a persona, make him a man of mystery, and train him to be a demon in human form.

End Flashback

The Hood longed for the blood of Charlie Bone but he wanted it slowly, it was all Charlie's fault he was this way.

Later that day

Tancred Torsson stood in the middle of the street welded tight to the ground as he had been for two weeks; Charlie had decided to keep him there for a while.

He was completely aware of his surroundings and had time to think about his decisions and the mistakes he had made, his final decision was to help Charlie as his friend again with all his might.

Emma had been by to chat with him a few times due to her knowledge of his consciousness, but his most common visitor had been the man in The Hood. For hours and hours this man would go on and on about the true power behind the control of the elements and how Tancred would never be up to that standard. The Hood really seemed to hate his guts.

"I've had a long hard think about what I'm going to do with you Tanc... your becoming a big problem and you need to buck your ideas up big time" Charlie appeared out of nowhere, now out of his wizards cloak and back to his scruffy jeans and jumper.

Tancred felt his body growing warm steadily, was Charlie going to kill him... no he was slowly becoming of flesh and blood again. This took several minutes until he fell gasping for air at Charlie's feet.

"Welcome back to the team, no getting drunk or fucking peoples girlfriends from now on Tancred" The young storm wielder looked up at Charlie who even dressed at a normal young lad had an aura of the world's most powerful magician about him.

"So what now?" Tancred was pulled to his feet as he asked this.

"I have a specific job for you but first you need to get on good terms with Ben" Charlie patted him on the shoulder handed him a bottle of Volvic and warped out of there leaving Tancred alone with his thoughts.

Ben lived on Charlie's old street a few corners away so Tancred had time to think about what he was going to say to him as he walked. Upon arrival at the doorstep though he froze. Why the hell would Ben ever forgive him.

The Door opened.

"Evening Tancred" Ben was leaning on the doorframe in his dressing gown looking at his watch "a little late"

"Can I come in?" Ben nodded and led his former friend inside the house, his parents were once again out of the country on a case so he was alone watching TV.

They were now on the sofa watching an old episode of Doctor Who when Tancred spoke up.

"I never meant for it to happen... I know it sounds lame but she came onto me I swear"

Be Sighed "I know"

"What!... you knew she started it?" Ben's sincerity was evident in his sad facial expression.

"She told me, she never liked me the way I liked her... I was a comforting relationship to ease the pain of you being around... it was only a matter of time before I wasn't enough"

Tancred was in shock... did this mean that it was Emma Ben now had a grudge for.

"I hold no hate for you Tancred; you're pretty much my best friend now Charlie has Emma." Ben smiled cracked open a beer and handed it to Tancred. "Now let's have a lad's night of it"

Tancred couldn't believe his luck, no grudge and a friend to boot; this night couldn't go bad no matter what.

The pair played games, watched TV and drank beer for hours until they got to the stage where they were bitching about their other friends. They were going to be best friends for a long time.

Boom. If three hours was a long time.

"Wake up call number two!" The Hood tore down the door and it's framed with white hot flames as Tancred and Ben leapt out of their seats, Tancred attempted a lightning strike but Ben was too close. It was too late.

Two Hours Later

The fire fighters were seen by dragging out a burned corpse; this was Ben... it took only moments for the Hood to get the entire building alight and Tancred was powerless to help, wind would fuel the flames and lightening was just being absorbed into the metal rods the hood had set up... They were helpless.

Flashback

"Ben runs!" Tancred was sending blast after blast of lightening at the hood but to no avail, The Hood had brought pure Platinum rods which he had drove into the ground nearby to draw Tancred's power, and Tancred wasn't going to attempt wind.

"The back doors locked!" Ben was running round with a bat that he had instantly pulled from his closet.

"Try the windows!" Tancred watched as The Hood stood in wait for his next move.

"I have told you twice now that you will NEVER be as good as me at this Tancred Torsson... and now I will prove that fact to you" The Hood Moved his arms in a fashion that Tancred had seen before, the bricks of the house then began to shake and creak and eventually the house caved in... A house brick to the head finished Tancred's efforts ironically.

The hood slowly made his way through the flames... untouched by their heat.

"See you soon Boy" the hood turned to get a bat in the face.

"Forgot about me didn't we dickhe..." Ben stopped when his enemy's hood folded backwards "Oh my god... Hen..."

Then Ben died.

Worked out who he is yet... its painfully obvious, sorry if the chapter was a bit rubbish, I'm running out of ideas (please help)

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