Jeez guys! Do you know what it feels like to have the like, next 10 chapters planned out and then having to write them while keeping up with your RP's? IT'S HARD. Hmm... sounds like a dark chapter from the title...stay tuned!
CHAPTER 11: DEATH
Dylan had stopped looking through the masses of paper and cardboard, all his attention was towards 9.
"What did you say?"
9 became uneasy at the sound of his tone, he repeated his question, quieter this time.
"What do you know about the spark?"
Dylan sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"9, come up here."
Dylan then reached out his hand and 9 stood on it. Dylan lifted 9 up to the desk, where an opened letter sat.
"Turns out I did open it, I just forgot. You should read it. It may make more sence (sp?) to you than it did to me."
9 steped closer to the letter and read it aloud:
Dear Dylan, my son.
I know you don't believe me now, but hopefully sometime in the future this letter will be very important to you. I always said you where special, and it's true. You may not think so now, but your life, your spirit, Dylan. Your spirit will be key to saving the world. If you are reading this, then I am dead. I'll have preserved humanity by giving my soal to my creations. It's funny, as I write this I can see now why you left, but you must believe me Dylan! You have something that no one else does. You have a pure soul, and deep within you shines the spark of life. I do not have this, for my spark was lost to the talisman. But before I went I was able to...improove it. If I am dead, then that means you and my creations are the last hope for life in the world. They will seek you out, and when they do, you must tell them everything that I have told you. With this letter came a package. Inside you will find my improoved version of the talisman. You must give it to them for they will know what to do with it! The talisman that I used was only able to transfer parts of a soul to another being. The talisman that I give you now can transfer the spark of life. With it you can restore what was lost. With it, you can undo any mistake, maybe even death itself. But only you can use it Dylan, you must work with my creations, or the world will be truely be lost. One final thing, never forget this:
In life, there is pupose
In death, there is sacrifice
In spirit, there is hope
I love you, son.
9 looked over at the unopened box by the letter. He looked over to Dylan, who simply nodded. Dylan picked up 7 and the twins, putting them on the desk as well. 7 used her spear to open the box, and Dylan reached inside. He pulled out a smaller, more intricate box, and put it in front of 9. 9 looked at Dylan for a moment, then opened up the case. His optics met a bright yellow glow from the talisman- correction, the improoved talisman - and then procedded to remove it. When 9 held it in his hands he felt a strange sensation in his chest. He undid his zipper and removed the old talisman. The two devices seemed to have a sort of magnetic pull to each other. They also seemed to glow and hum in harmony with each other. For the first time in a long time, 9's curiosity got the better of him. He moved the two talismans together and they joined with a loud snap!
The force of the connection was so great that the new spherical talisman fell from his hands and rolled on to the floor. It shook for a few seconds, then went still. The two lights seemed to merge, creating a blinding white light instead of the green or yellow. 9 dropped back to the floor and picked the new talisman up in his hands.
"What are you thinking 9?" 7 asked.
"What I'm thinking," he said, "is that we're gunna get our friends back."