So guys here it is, the next real chapter! New computer, so I'm back! *fireworks* Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm debating even putting one up at this point... Ugh, fine. I don't own this. Duh.
Chapter 10: Dark Creatures and Madness
A black raven flew down through the rugged terrain, over the tops of trees, broad and magnificent till it neared its final destination, the large and magnificent stone pillars rising out of the fog and clouds. Meteora, (look it up, it's pretty epic) a magnificent group of mountains that had been eroded into pillars unfolded like a fantasy scene.
The bird flew around, weaving in and around the trees growing near the base of the mountains, dodging a branch. It circled one of the pillars, claiming ever higher, towards the top. Over the thousands of years Greek civilization had existed, mystics and sages had built monasteries on the tops of these magnificent and other worldly places. They were inaccessible save for ladders they then pulled up behind them. Only a few had stairs up to the top.
The raven flew ever higher, till two black birds flew up next to it. They were beautiful creatures, feathers shimmering, eyes like polished obsidian. One was larger than the raven, the other slightly smaller. They both cawed and communicated to the raven, guiding it to its destination. The three birds flew up to the top where one of the monasteries stood. They circled it before landing in the courtyard.
Then the two birds transformed. They grew, bones lengthening, sinew growing, muscles reattaching. Their beaks melted into their face, their feathers melting into flesh, talons into fingers. They looked human, even if their faces were a bit pointed and their fingers a bit long. The larger was an older man, looking to be in his forties, with shoulder length pitch black hair in a ponytail. His piercing eyes still shined like jewels, as did the other's. The other one was younger looking, his look marked him as a teen, with wild black hair, and a near permanent smirk on his face.
They were not human. They were Skiá To̱n Pti̱nó̱n, "Shadow Birds", or as you know them, Dark Phoenixes. The older was named Máv̱ros, and he was about 2000 years old. The younger was Díni̱, who was around 500 years old. The raven settled on Díni̱'s arm, who smiled and softly talked to it in small caws while his elder removed the message from it's foot.
Máv̱ros's eyebrow shot up. Díni̱ looked over at him, "What's up gramps?" The other glared at him, "I am only 2216 years, 231 days, 21 hours, and 12 minutes old Díni̱. I am not a "gramps"." Díni̱ waved the comment aside, "Sure thing Uncle. Just remember that you're the only Skiá To̱n Pti̱nó̱n that is that accurate about how long they've been alive."
Máv̱ros scowled for a moment before shifting his attention back to the letter. "It says that the Sharps are reinstating the Dark Council again." Díni̱ whistled, "That is interesting!"
Máv̱ros nodded before folding the note back up. "Let's head inside and deliver this message to the Elders. Come Nephew," he said, moving into the monastery, his nephew moving after him, having gone back to talking to the raven in soft caws.
Meanwhile, across the sea in New York, another black raven flew through the large urban city, dodging traffic and other birds. Irritating pigeons.
It flew quickly, heading towards it's destination. It was an apartment building, a bit run-down though not completely ruined, in the less well-off section of town. Not that it's occupants weren't well off. It was just easier to stay under the radar here.
The bird landed on the window sill and tapped on the glass for a couple moments. It was opened as delicate hands lifted the frame, letting the bird in out of the rain. The girl brought it over to the main table, pointed ears showing from underneath her hair.
"Jonathon, James, there's a message for us!" In the nearby room, two young adults got up from where they were mixing their latest batch of drugs to sell. They were mainly dealers but Warlocks have a few... Special blends that they couldn't get from Muggles.
One was tall and skinny with neon green hair. His skin was pale and his grin was quite insane. His green hair was his Mark that he was a Warlock, He was lucky really. Green hair could be explained away in this day and age. From what she heard, he was a hit at conventions when he cosplayed as some Muggle villain called "the Joker". Jonathon loved it.
The other was a slightly shorter male with fiery red hair (His was dyed, unlike Jonathon's). He had pentagon shaped pupils as his Mark. He sat in a chair across from the bird, taking the message.
"Who's if from James?" Jonathon said, looking at the note curiously. James read it quickly, "It appears to be a message from the Sharps. They are re starting the Dark Council this Christmas. We have been asked to represent the Warlocks there." He finished.
"I'll go let the boss know." Jonathon said with a sigh. James nodded, while Jill sighed as well, "Do you think Jack will be better by the time the meeting comes around JC?"
Jonathon paused for a moment, a pale hand running through his neon green hair. "I don't know Jill. I just don't know." James murmured his agreement, his pentagon shaped pupils staring off absently into space. Jill looked sadly at their boss's room before heading to the kitchen.
JC quietly opened the door, pausing as he heard Jokul's lovely voice lift itself onto the wind.
"Windmill, Windmill for the land, learn forever hand in hand.
Take it all in on your stride, It is sinking, falling down."
As Jonathon approached the bed he saw Jack pick up another syringe.
"Love forever, Love is free, let's turn together you and me.
Windmill, Windmill for the land, is everybody in..."
JC felt his chest tighten like he did whenever he hard that song, especially from Jokul's lips. Jack injected himself with the drug and laid back, quietly murmuring those lines over and over again, "Love forever love is free, Let's turn together you and me..."
Jonathon hated that song. He couldn't listen to it without thinking about what he once was... And what Jokul is now. He sat next to the bed and got his boss's attention.
"Sir, the Sharps are restarting the Datk Council. They wish us to attend. Is that alright with you?" Jokul sat there for a moment before absentmindedly nodding his head. The Warlock then went back to singing the song.
Jonathon stood up and left to send a reply to Alek. He mulled over Jack's current state in his mind. He hoped he'd get over what happened before the meeting.
"And a little bit here, and a little bit there!" The rapid clack of shoes echoed down the hallway as the lone occupant ran, jumped in the air, twirled, insane laughter bursting from his lips. In one hand he bore a pallet of colors, the other a brush, painting, laughing, spinning, madness flowing. He ran drawing, green, a smiley-face, red, blood bath, blue, drowning water, purple, green yellow orangepinkturquois-!
"Knock it off will you!" The crazed eyes shifted to the young blond boy that had suddenly had appeared. The boy had tears in his eyes, "You guys should stop it! You're always doing stuff like this!"
Flash of teeth, wind whipping the painter's hair as something rushed out. An elongated man wearing a straightjacket appeared over the little boy's shoulder, wrapping his snaky and rubbery arm around the sniffling child, "Cheer up, it's not like we've hurt anyone." The man's other pinballing eye locked on the ever hard at work painter. "Kill all of them."
The painter hummed to himself as the little boy yelled out in fear, "No, don't! Don't do it! We need to be nice! Father would be disappointed in us if we did that! Don't you want him to be proud of us?!" The painter painted a green smiley-face on the wall, much to the protest of some paintings.
Sharp intake of breath. The straightjacket wearer had grabbed the boy's chin and was stroking it and the boy's hair, "Aw, what's da matter? Wittle babwy not wanna make Dadda mad?" The man chuckled as the boy shut his eyes. "What's the matter? Never danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
More paint splashed, the pictures getting weirder. An arm swept to the windows as the painter grinned, some drops hitting the glass. "Well look whats over there! Some very pale moonlight!" He twirled, "I'll do the music! Time to dance!" The painter launched into a beautiful sounding Mozart piece as he further vandalized the walls.
The little boy opened his mouth to protest only to have a finger snake it's way in. The man holding him grinned even wider, his teeth like a shark's, "Yes let's dance," he chuckled as his other hand gripped the boy's waistband, bringing it down exposing pale flesh. And so, they danced till morning, the boy's cries of pain and pleas for help lost, unheard in the halls.
And Lucius was happy.
"Hold them back!" Alek roared, hefting his sword. He charged to the top of the main gate, looking out at the horde as his men fired volleys at it. Outside the walls, the red rain beat down, slicking the ground with it, causing chaos.
There, outside the outer most wall of the Citadel, it approached. A wall of chaos, a wall of enemies bearing down on the fortress. He scanned the battlefield, looking for weaknesses to exploit.
"Trebuchets, launch!" He walked quickly to his commanding officer as flaming rocks flew overhead, barreling towards the approaching mass. "Move the archers to the outmost wall. Once they breach it, move back a layer into the next set of walls. Have half of the infantry in between each ring. Put the other half in the central ring."
The man nodded and ordered troops to move. Alek turned back and watched as the enemy army came ever closer. It was rushing towards them, about to make contact with them. Alek's eyes narrowed as he watched the enemy make the final advance.
And for a few seconds, silence reigned as all sound was seemingly sucked out of the world.
Then they hit the wall.
Alek writhed about howling. Ashe fearfully had rolled away from him at first, blanket twisting around him. He watched wide-eyed as his boyfriend thrashed before noticing the glowing eye that was on his forehead. Shit.
They had already broken through two layers already. Alek wasn't sure how much more they could take before the third layer was lost. Then the enemy would be on their doorstep, begging to be let in. He couldn't allow that to happen.
But the enemy seemed endless. There had never been such an attack on the Citadel, not since He was kicked out. Something was strengthening their attack, something sinister, something evil.
They were attacking from the inside.
Alek rushed into the main keep as the third wall broke, and their enemies began attacking the final walls surrounding the keep. He ran through the halls to the astronomy tower, where he kept his crystal ball. Yes, he had a crystal ball; surprisingly useful.
As he arrived, the walls broke and his remaining forces engaged the horde. His last chance, he desperately reached out for it, lifting off its silk cover. To see Him.
He was laughing, blood oozing down his face, eyes pin balling, elongating, laughing, blood, ooze, hands, pain, chaos madness eyes facelaughbloodchaos-!
"ALEK!" He was suddenly was aware of Ashe's lips on his own, his boyfriend hugging him closely, both covered in sweat and tangled in the covers and sheets of the bed.
He was awake
Can you figure out what's going on? Who's the Straightjacket man, the young boy and the painter? Why is Alek suffering from nightmares of Him?
Anyways, so yeah, short chapter! Yeah, a bit shorter than I'd like, but! I have good reason!
Mainly the reason being if I had added the other parts I had in mind, it would've ruined the tone of the chapter. But next time, it will be a longer chapter for you all, guaranteed!
Alright, now for another shout-out!
Julla-Luna, an incredibly loyal reader, started a fanfic of my fanfic (confusing, I know). It is called a Light in the Dark.
Its about Lucius and Antonio Sharp and the events of the end of the school year just before Harry and Veritas go to Hogwarts. (Basically Jan-May or in between chapters 4 and 5 if I remember correctly)
It portrays my OCs perfectly and is fairly interesting. Go read it and review it! The only reason I haven't mentioned it sooner is because, well... I forgot.
:( Sorry Julla-Luna!
Anyways, see you all next time!
As our list of OC's gets longer, I've put together a list of them. Harry is the only canon character to appear as he is part of a OC family; everyone should know the originals anyways (and if you don't, you can look them up without a problem). I'll update it with info and characters as they come up.
Character List:
SHARPS:
Alek Sharp- Father and Head of Family
Antonio Sharp- Eldest Son of Alek, Professor
Rachael Sharp- Adopted Daughter and Second-oldest of the Sharp Children
Lucius Sharp- 3rd child, Mentally ill sadist and Masochist, student at Durmstrang
Veritas Sharp- 4th child, Protective of slightly younger brother Harry
Harry Potter-Sharp- 5th child, adopted, the Boy-Who-Lived
Ashe- Immortal boyfriend of Alek, appears as a young teen normally but can appear any age.
VAN HELLSINGS:
Nico Van Hellsing- Eldest of the two brothers, powerful vampire leader
Peter Van Hellsing- Younger of the two, skilled with pistols and magic
RYKER'S PACK:
Ryker- Pack leader, highly influential werewolf
Daichi- Second in command, he is the strategist, researcher, and manager of the group
Chrome- Werewolf that wears a robot helmet to mimick Daft Punk; real name is unkown
Xeno- Sarcastic and a smart-ass, he hates Daft Punk and gets in fights with Chrome over it.
Rin- cousin of Daichi, is a master martial artist
Samuel- An American werewolf that immigrated to France
Sébastien-Timothée-A graceful werewolf, excellent at getting ladies. annoys Xeno constantly with this fact.
Anastasie- The other girl of the pack, is incredibly sweet.
Jacques- A cheerful boy who never is down and sad about anything
Benjamin-Christophe- A young werewolf, found on the streets, adopted by the pack, is 9 years
DARK PHOENIXES:
Máv̱ros- 2216 years, 231 days, 21 hours, and 12 minutes old Dark Phoenix. Uncle of Díni̱.
Díni̱- Nephew of Máv̱ros. Calls his uncle "gramps" to annoy him.
NEW YORK WARLOCKS:
Jonathon (JC)- Tall, pale, skinny Warlock. His Mark is his Neon green hair.
James- Warlock with Pentagon shaped pupils as his Mark.
Jill- Warlock (lady? Warlady? I dunno) whose Mark are her pointed ears.
Jack (Jokul)- Once extremely capable Leader of the New York Warlocks. Currently in extreme, near suicidal depression. Uses Warlock drugs nearly constantly right now to escape reality.
Geez, this list is getting longer than I thought it was going to be...