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A 33rd drabble in my Halloween Drabble series. Different answers to the challenge:'what if Xander dressed as something different for Halloween'.
Authors Note: Behold, the dreaded UnDead Bunny. Even worse than the energyzer bunny. It rises again and again and again and...
Chaos
Simone of the Zordiak
The glow of the candles, outlining the circle, the smell of the burning herbs, the blood covering the idol, all this was Ethan Rayne's domain. He smiled down at the ritual he'd prepared. There were thirty cards, thirty Duel Monsters cards, each carefully placed face up in the circle of chalk and ochre runes. And now he was going to anoint each and everyone of them with a mixture of crushed crystals and dried herbs which had been given Janus special blessing. The idea with the Halloween costumes was quite good, but thanks to the little discovery he had made in a little gaming shop, it would be a masterpiece of mischief and chaos. The monster cards he had found there were quite detailed and artistically pleasing. With the help of some drawings he'd found, some favours he'd called in and a lot of magic, he had created thirty corresponding costumes and now he was bewitching the cards to find the most compatible wearers. Tomorrow he would put up two boxes, one for male and one for female costumes and with a slew of lower, unimportant cards he would put fifteen cards each into the boxes. For five dollars one could draw out a card of the right box. If the teen had the special something inside of her- or himself, the spark the magic was searching for, the right card would find its way into her or his hands.
Those without that special something would draw the lower cards, but even those would help enhance the chaos he was planning to sow.
-o-o-o-
'Volunteered', he had been 'volunteered' by the school dictator to go and do the kiddie duty. And he had no costume, no idea where he could get one and even if he had the address of a costume shop right here, he only had todays and tomorrows lunch money to buy a costume. No costume shop would sell its costume so cheaply, not at Halloween.
Xander was not happy. If he was unable to organise a costume by the early afternoon, he wouldn't be able to do his 'volunteered ' duty and that would mean... he gulped, three days of being forced to listen to Snyder's ramblings during detention. And he had absolutely no desire for selfinflicted torment. So he needed a costume, but where could he get one?
In the end, Willow was his lifesaver, telling him about the newly opened store that was having a sale, Armed with the address and fifteen bucks he had scourged together, he went. And finding out about the lottery, he shrugged, paid five dollars and blindly fished out a card. He had no idea what kind of costume he had just won and truly he did not really care, but when the Ethan guy's eyes widened, when he lead Xander to his newly won costume, he had to admit that he was quite impressed.
The girls would freak.
-o-o-o-
The Oracles were watching the figure standing by the portal. If they hadn't been above the silly human custom of expressing their emotions, they would have sighed at this sight.
Alexander Harris had been a big factor of many of their future plans, but now thousands of years of planning were worthless, because of one lousy chaos sorcerer.
Thousands of fates altered, countless destinies had to be redone and for the first time in a very long period of time the oracles were unable to predict the future. All because of one man. And he still had no idea about his importance.
Because of his chaotic nature, his ability to influence prophecies and the natural balance, the chaos sorcerers Janus-bespelled cards had reacted quite strongly to him. And if you took a boy with a chaotic nature, dressed him in a costume that was almost dripping with chaotic magic and activated a chaos spell, powered by the God of Chaos, on the night when the veil between the living and the dead was at its thinnest, were also doing this misdeed on top of the Hellmouth, you had to expect side-effects.
Janus had liked the boy, had liked his costume and it had not taken much to anchor it inside the boy. It was permanent now.
Which was also the reason that Alexander was leaving this dimension. If he were to stay any longer he would start to effect the reality of their dimension in a very negative way. His new powers were too chaotic for this realm. And so he had to leave, never to return.
-o-o-o-
She watched him one last time, before he would go and Willow could not, would not suppress her tears. Today she would loose her best and eldest friend and she would never see him again. Almost desperately she tried to memorise his form, it would have to last her till the end.
Halloween had changed Xander, he was now almost 7 feet tall and very lanky. His deep black hair hung straight down, almost reaching his kneecaps. But it was his skin, his clear-blue skin with the strange black tattoos, that drove the message home that Xander was no longer human.
And while she watched, Alexander Harris, a. k. a. the Magician of Black Chaos stepped through the portal, which closed right behind him.
He was never seen in this dimension again.
fin