The Witch with the Diseased Mind!
The witch from the Prison Jar stood up and lifted his white robe up and around him. "Good day, friends. I am Marburg, it's a pleasure to see so many friendly faces as soon as I awoke. May I ask if you've heard from any of my brothers?"
"They are still silent," said Foreman quickly offering up an answer.
"That's too bad I was hoping for a family reunion," said Marburg with a sigh. "Perhaps they'll get in touch with me later on, hmm? Anyways, let us start. I've been asleep for nearly three millennia I feel the need to stretch my legs, do you have someone for me?"
The witch with the big eyes nodded vigorously. He quickly disappeared around the corner only to reappear moments later with a human strapped onto a table. Marburg wandered over to it and examined it closely. His lips smacking loudly as he examined the human body. It was that of a fit young man, Marburg examined every detail of it. When he came to the neck, he frowned.
"What's the matter?" asked the large-eyed witch, "I mean I got everything to your exact specifications. A white male, mid-30's, a good medical history, everything you asked for!" The large-eyed witch drew closer to Marburg with anger in his eyes.
"I wanted him to be alive," said Marburg, "it appears he's been so malnourished and treated so poorly these last couple of days he has died. Its such a shame, he was almost perfect." Marburg began to trace circles on top of the head of the dead male.
Foreman backed away from the center of the room. He motioned at the other two to back up as well. Iblis noticed and quickly backed away from Marburg and the large-eyed witch. The large-eyed witch didn't take note and continued to talk back to Marburg.
"What are you talking about?" he complained loudly, "I followed your specifications. We set you free, I got you the body you wanted, and all we want you to do is to get to work! Just start working your magic and we can all be happy!"
Marburg's eyes twisted up and rested on the large-eyed fellow. "Tell me something, young witch. Have you been alive for three millennia? No? Good, then listen. When I want a living, middle aged, Caucasian male I better get it!" His hand shot out and wrapped tightly around the large-eyed man's neck. His grip slowly began to tightened. "You think that my test subject being alive doesn't matter, well, you know what I think. I think that you being alive doesn't matter!" The large-eyed man began to break out. Small red hives began to dot his face and arms. His face became an unnatural greenish-color.
"Wait!" shouted Foreman interrupting Marburg's bone-crushing grip. He looked at his poor, sickish companion.
Marburg's eyes fell silently upon him. "What is it?" The witch within Marburg's grip slowly lifted his hand up to Marburg's vice-like grip and fingered it, with his bulbous fingers.
"I think you are going to be getting your test subject soon," said Foreman with a smile. "A Caucasian male meister is coming here. I can't testify for his medical history, but he's certainly is alive."
Marburg let go of the large-eyed man and let him drop to the floor. "Yeessss? I can hardly wait. Make sure he's alive when he gets to me."
"Greko," said Foreman as he picked up the large-eyed man, "I think you better handle this one." The small red hives on Greko slowly began to disappear as Greko returned to his normal pale skin tone.
A large tick appeared on Greko's head. He hated the idea of obeying an old man like Foreman, but if he spoke up now Marburg may just kill him. Greko smiled and bowed his head despite being vastly annoyed. "Yes…I'll handle this one."
"Yeah, because you failed miserably to get what Marburg wanted in the first place," said Iblis with a cruel and demeaning smile on her face.
Greko's eyes became mere slits as he glared over at Iblis. "I'll be the only one in this group to actually win against the intruders. Unlike you, the little birdie who came back with broken wing. Or the man whose entire army was crushed by a little girl."
Foreman smiled, accepting the insult, "I just hope you come back alive."
"I'd prefer it if he died," said Iblis with a smile.
(-With Michael And May-)
Michael dove forward barely avoiding a large rock that came flying above his head. He continued to drive forward avoiding the hazardous little girl behind him. Spectra was floating about in the air, joyously ripping rocks out of the ground or wall and sending them flying at Michael and May.
"I remember a certain someone trying to shoot a little girl with an arrow to win," said May, "it looks like the tables have turned."
"If I get crushed so will you," said Michael as he dashed forward, quickly turning down another path to avoid a dead end. "Then we are also getting even further loss." Michael skidded to a stop at the corner. He looked behind him. Spectra wasn't following them at the current moment. "I mean seriously how many left turns have we taken? I don't even know the way out any more."
May whined briefly as she tried to recall the correct path to the exit. "I don't know. If we just keep our hand on the right wall we will be able to find our way out. Like in a maze."
Michael sighed, "we are lost in an ancient temple with absolutely no idea how to get out. Could things get any worse?"
"Spectra's here!" shouted Spectra as she popped her head through the wall with a bright smile on her face. Another large rock was flung through the air at Michael. Michael spun around and quickly fired an arrow from May at the rock. May's arrow flew into the rock, splitting it into hundreds of pieces that clattered onto the ground.
"Spectra thought Spectra had you with that one," said Spectra as she pouted through the wall. Michael quickly loaded another arrow and let it fly. Spectra quickly pulled her head back into the wall, disappearing before the arrow smashed into the wall.
Michael cursed as he charged at the wall. He fired a single punch forward into the wall. The wall remained steady doing absolutely nothing. Michael looked down at the ground, discouraged. "Okay, Spectra! Just come on out! I'm ready for you!" Michael grasped the bow once more and pulled back preparing for another shot.
Spectra peeked back out of the wall at Michael. She put her thumbs into her ear and stuck out her tongue, mocking him. Michael swiveled around and fired a single compressed arrow into the wall. Spectra vanished into the wall again, causing the arrow to slam into the wall, jutting out hazardously. Michael sighed as he viewed the wall again pressing his hand against the wall. "This is just getting annoying. Whenever I shoot, she vanishes. Got any ideas?"
May's reflection in the bow began to smile. "I actually do."
(-A couple of minutes later-)
Michael was walking down the hallway. He was eyeing the wall every so often in search of Spectra. Every so often he would approach the wall and bang on it. "Hello! Spectra! Anybody there?" Michael continued to walk down the hallway oblivious to everything else around him.
Spectra emerged from one of the walls behind him. A large rock in hand and a creepy smile on her face. Spectra chucked the large rock at Michael. Michael reacted quickly diving to the ground allowing the large rock to pass straight over him. Michael turned over about to get up, only to realize that Spectra was floating above him, another large rock in her hand. Michael was still smiling.
"Spectra caught Michael!" shouted Spectra, "Spectra wins. Now penalty game Michael and his talking bow die!"
"I think Spectra lost," said Michael as he lifted his empty hands above his head.
"Huh?" asked Spectra lost. She temporarily lost the rock almost dropping it to the side next to Michael.
"Hey, Spectra!" shouted May's voice. Spectra swiveled around. Behind her stood May in her human form. Her left arm transformed into half-of-a-bow. A single arrow was loaded into it, ready to fire. Spectra's eyes widened as May let loose of the arrow. The arrow flew through the air, piercing through Spectra's abdomen. As the arrow drove through Spectra, she lost her control on the floating rock tossing it harmlessly into the side of the wall. The force of the arrow carried both itself and Spectra even further down the hall and pinning her against the wall.
Michael quickly flipped himself back up and onto his feet. May jogged over next to her, her body lit up in a green light, twisting itself back into the shape of the bow. Michael turned about and aimed with the bow keeping it trained on Spectra. Michael was soon back to Spectra his bow mere inches away from her body.
"I feel so dirty, shooting a little kid like that," said May.
"Somehow I don't think that little kid felt dirty when she was trying to kill us," said Michael as he nudged Spectra's body with the tip of the arrow.
Spectra's eyes slowly opened as she looked up at Michael and May. "You big, fat, meanie! Why did you have to go ahead and hurt Spectra? Spectra never did anything to you!"
Michael gritted his teeth as he looked away. "We won the little game with you and we just want to get directions to get to the center of the temple."
"Spectra says GOOD-bye!" shouted Spectra as she vanished back into the wall. Michael ran forward pounding his fists into the wall.
"CRAP!" shouted Michael, "we won! We need those directions!"
"Give up, Michael," said May, "I don't think she's coming back after we shot her."
"You are probably right," said Michael as he turned around. "Any idea on how to get out of here?"
"Nope."
(-With Ash and Xander-)
"Its so dark down here," complained Ash as he skirted around a cobweb up in the corner, "I can barely see all the dirt on the ground. I mean my shoes are covered in filth." Ash continually looked up and around him for any more cobwebs, careful not to get covered in any of them.
"How are they covered in filth?" asked Xander, "You just washed them three minutes ago." His reflection wore a painful and bored expression.
"They just are!" shouted Ash. "I've been thrown into a mud pit, attacked by a psychopathic witch, knocked out, and beaten up! This is not a good day for me." Ahs quickly ducked beneath another cobweb.
"Oh, yeah, you think you've got it hard!" shouted Xander, "I've been stuck with you all day!"
"How is that bad?" asked Ash.
"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly," said Xander, "I'm…stuck…with…you!" Xander said each word slowly, drawing them out for emphasis.
"And you are such a walk in…" said Ash as he took a step forward. He quickly leapt back. "Oh, what the heck did I just step in?"
"Hopefully a puddle of personality," said Xander looking down beneath him at the brown kind of squished pile.
Ash bent down and took a whiff of his shoe, "oh, crap! I think its pig manure!"
"How do you know its not cow manure?" asked Xander.
"There's a difference," said Ash as he sat down and took out a wet wipe. Ash took off his shoe and began to wipe it clean of the manure. "Might as well clean the other shoe while I'm at it." Ash bent down and took off his second shoe and began cleaning it.
"Hey, while you at it, why don't you clean your undies? You probably soiled yourself when we fighting Iblis," mocked Xander. "Or do they have ducks on them, too?"
Ash looked over at the puddle he stepped in. He brought Xander's arm blade up and straight back down into the puddle, rubbing Xander into the pile of manure.
"What the hell?" asked Xander, "now I'm covered in pig crap!"
"How do you know its not cow crap?" mocked Ash.
Bad news first. I just started college/work so expect slower updates from me. I will still try to get one up...once every two weeks. But who knows...it might only be once a month. I PROMISE IT WILL NOT GO LONGER THEN THAT!
Ta-daaah! The next chapter. Marburg's personality and strength is beginning to show. Can any of you guys guess what or who he is based off of? He has a real basis. Good luck guessing, I dropped enough hints I believe. Anyways, finally Michael, May, and Spectra's 'fight' dwindles down to a close. We also got a nice insight to how Ash and Xander are faring…not so well.