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Within the halls of Parliament some time after Midnight.
3rd POV
The scene opens up on two induvial inside Winston's formal office. Blake had handed the gun over to Caspar as he inspects it. Unaware of the devilish creature lurking in the background. As Caspar looked it over, he remarks on the Design. "Mauser, ein c96. Would prefer zhe Lugar but better than nothing Fräulein."
He then operates it with some level of knowledge as checks the weapon only to find no bullets within. "Fräul Belladona did you by chanze find any 9mm?"
Blake gave a shrug as she looked through the box before finding a handful of bullets. She took note to the bullets. They looked familiar. She then pulls out a clip for Gamble Shroud. Removing one of the bullets from the magazine she was a little surprise to find that they were similar to her dust rounds. She then takes one before looking at Caspar. She holds up the bullet along with a quickly written note.
"What kind of bullet you said these were?" She wrote on the note.
"9mm, Vhe Germans used them in our Pistolen since 04." Caspar remarks as he loads the few rounds into the pistol. He then cocks the pistol. He put's on the safety before stuffing it in the back of his pants. Blake put her hand to her chin and considered looking into these rounds as supplement replacement to her dust round. As she does however a loud set of screams can be heard echoing down the hall. Causing Caspar to remark, "Vhat was Zhat?"
Blake recognizes the voices, one of them was Author. Quickly she grabbed Caspar and the two race out the door and down the halls. As they do they come to a large set of doors. Upon putting her hand on the handle, not only did she flinch from the heat but found something heavy on the other side. She quickly whips out her scroll and writes, "Something big is baring the door, help me break it down!"
Caspar gives a nod and the two quickly proceed to try and break down the door. After a few attempts they broke down the door only to find the room caught in a near infernal. Fire's everywhere, engulfing the entire room from head to toe. At the center of the room was four well-dressed politicians. Crying madly as the fire slowly encroached upon them. On the other side, Winston and Author can be seen fighting something trying to claw its way through door while the huge door.
"Oy, you two, help me with the fuckin door before these bastards burn it down!" FEB called out as a hand nearly came close to clawing him. Caspar and Blake ran over to the door and quickly helped FEB push the door close. With their ears to the door, they heard the sound of something awful on the other side. It was a mix between a hallowed agonizing cry and an otherworldly clicking noise.
"Vhat the hell iz that!" Caspar shouts as he avoids a swing from a fiery bone like claw. Winston then managed to break off a piece of the arm causing the three to slam the door cutting the entire arm off as it fell to the ground.
"That I believe that was formally George Barker." Winston remarks before turning to Blake. "Now you got what I asked for?"
Blake nodes before point to Caspar who held up the little wooden Idle and the Mauser pistol. Before he could remark, hands shot through the door nearly grabbing Caspar who fell to the ground in a panic as he saw the unspeakable creatures crawling their way through the small holes.
"Scheiße, Scheiße. Was in Gottes Namen sind sie!" Caspar screamed in his native tongue as the fires from the other side begin to spread into the room.
"Go get everyone out of here now!" Winston calls out as he grabs the pistol and pulls the trigger only to pause when he found the safety was on. As he struggles to reload one hand had grabbed Blakes leg. Her aura protected her from the flames. As the creature tried to pull her in when Caspar bashed the hand with the yew wood statue.
"Verpisst (WHACK) euch (WHACK) verdammte (WHACK) Seelen!" He screams between each strike against the hand before the hand let go with an agonizing squeal. The fires didn't even torch the statue. He then out reached his hand and helped Blake up. "Ve should get out now, Ja?"
Play 'H.P. Lovecraft's "The Lurking Fear" Orchestral Horror Music' by Graham Plowman -Composer for added suspense.
Blake took his hand and the two quickly fled as Author and Feb help the remaining politicians out as Winston fired select shots at the creatures as they broke down the door. Winston raced down the hallway as the flames quickly engulfed the room. They raced down the hall with a sea of fire chasing after them. It begins to get closer when suddenly the floor beneath the group begin to splint and splinter from the damage. A hole suddenly cracked upon, and FEB and a politician fell in. Blake quickly grabbed ahold of him but failed to save the politician as he falls into a sea of inferno.
"Watch your step! The damn floor is thin ice on a deep pound!" Winston calls out as Blake got FEB to safety.
"Cunt's name, why are we running on fucking wood?" FEB shouts as he races with his eyes fixated on the ground.
"I'm sorry this is parliament not a stone pub you Scottish twit now move!" Winston called out as he leaps over an opening hole. The group continue to run when suddenly the rafters came down. It nearly crushed Blake when Caspar pushed her to safety. It sadly crushed two more politicians and blocked the others.
"Shit, Lass you alright!" FEB called out as he tried to cross the beam, only for the fire to spread. Blake waved him off to go as smoke begins to blind her. Meanwhile FEB looked for a way to climb over the flames when Author pulled him back.
"Eliot! The structure is coming down and the fire, we need to go." Author called out as he pulls FEB back.
"Get off me! Lass hold out a bit I'll try to…" Before FEB could finish, he can see Blake waving for him to leave as Caspar breaks down a side door. Looking back, he can see the wall of fires pushing towards him so begrudgingly he calls out. "Fuck sake, get to safety lass and don't ye die on me!"
He and Author quickly race down the hall to catch up with Winston and the other politicians. Meanwhile Caspar and Blake quickly raced through the side rooms, passing by multiple offices as the flames slowly begin to catch up on them. That's when they took a wrong turn, finding themselves in a single office.
"Scheiße, we must ov taken a wrong turn." Caspar said in a panic.
Blake couldn't say anything but she would have given a rhetorical response if she could. She could hear the flames encroaching behind them. Too late to run back so she begins to push cabinets, and furniture to the door and glass window. As she does Caspar spotted a vent in the roof. Just big enough for the two. He grabbed a swivel chair and tried to break the cover. As he does Blake had just applied the last of makeshift barricade when a hot flaming claw burst through the pains. It nearly snatched her neck but she pulled back just before it could claw at her. More hands shot out of the makeshift barricade and the flames begin to pour in.
Blake quickly pulls out Gambol Shroud and activates it only to find the tip was broken. Not sure if she forgot in the moment or due to the influence of the flames, she quickly look for something to beat back the fires. As she does, she spots a decorative sword over a mantle by Caspar. She raced over and with a bit of Aura, she pulled the blade free. Just as she does the corner of the room begins to morph and shift with a set of growing fangs. Blake noticed right away and begin swinging at the corner as that… dog, remerges.
"Nein, Nein, Nein, Nein, Nein! Nicht jetzt! Das Fräulein ist keine Bedrohung!" Caspar said as the dog like creature pulls itself free from the corner.
Unsure what to do, as both the flames begin to spread into the office and the dog pushing it's way out. She felt like a cornered animal. She closed her eye and pulled all memories of those she cared for. Her parents, her team, her friends, Yang. If she is to forget everyone and everything, she hoped that these memories are last to be taken before the fire consumed her. She then swings down at the Dog as it leaps… over her. Surprisingly the creature didn't went for her. Rather it avoided the swing and charged towards the fiery hand. She watches as it rips off the limbs without the flames burning the creature.
She was not sure if this thing was saving them, or going after an easier prey but whatever it was doing was tearing away at the barricade, allowing for the fire to quickly enter. However, by the time the fire had spread to the floor, Caspar had got the vent off and quickly lifted himself inside. He then called out to Blake as he holds out a hand for her. Blake leapt off the ground just before the floor was engulfed in flames. Caspar pulled her up and the two crawled as fast as they could as the sound of eerie screeching and dog like howls can be heard far behind them. Caspar struggled to move forward, the heat had caused the metal to burn his skin but he couldn't pick himself up without choking on the flames. So he was forced to drag his bare skin and occasionally rub his chin against the agonizing heated metal. While Blake on the other hand, had her aura protecting her. After an agonizing five minutes Caspar found the exit and quickly pushed the grate out. They found themselves in a hallway. Caspar collapsed to the wooden floor, coughing and hacking for air while Blake quickly pushed a podium to the ground to bar the flames from following.
"Mein (Cough, Cough) Gott... es (Cough, Cough) ist wieder wie (Cough, Cough) im Krieg (Cough, Cough)." Caspar struggled to say in between the coughs.
Blake had no idea what he said, but she could guess that the smoke and heat was getting to him. Helping him up the two noticed a light outside. It seems the fires have attacked the attention of fire department.
"Vhell.. Least (Cough, Cough) if ve don't burn (Cough, Cough) in da fire we (Cough, Cough) will be charged (Cough, Cough) with un arson." Caspar remarks sarcastically between the coughs as he watches the firemen attempting to put out the flames.
Blake quickly wrote on her scroll before presenting it, "Only if we get caught. Let's fine the others."
"(Cough, Cough) Lead the (Cough, Cough) way Fräul Belladonna." Caspar remarks between the coughs.
Blake then leads him down the hallway. Though the fire has yet to spread to this part of the house of lords, the two quickly ran down the hall. They came to a door that smoke was emulating from. About to avoid it the two suddenly hear the sounds of screams and gun shots going on in the room.
"It's FEB. He and Winston are trapped in there" Blake wrote as she points to the door.
"It could be anyone Fräulein." Caspar remarks not wanting to choke on any more smoke. However a loud Scottish voice echo's out.
"Back ye fuck's. I ain't going to beg to no cunt now and you won't hear me begging now you god damn fuck's!" FEB's voice shouted out from beyond the door.
"… (Sigh) gottverdammt Schotte." Caspar remarks before taking a breath of clean air. "Alright, help me break down das door."
Blake and Caspar put there shoulders against the door. On the count of three they bash against the wooden door. They feel it giving but something was blocking on the other side. They gave it another go and the door cracked open a bit. Reaving a glimpse of the infernal inside. With one last heave the group bashed open the door to find the remain politicians and their friends in the center of the Lords of chambers. The Politicians all huddled together as FEB, Author, and Winston were fighting something in the flames. At the center of the room, was that dreaded gargoyle.
Blake open her mouth to call out to them but recalls she couldn't. As she looks for a way to get their attention a hand grabs ahold of her from the flame. Her sleeve was ripped free but at least the creature didn't burn her. As she fell back the thing emerged from the flames. It was dressed in royal uniforms, or what remains of it. The flames had consumed almost all of his clothes and flesh, exposing his stomach to a horrifying entity within. It's manacles tendrils controlling the corpse like it was a puppet. The creature was holding onto the chard remains of a lee Enfield rifle which he used to attempt to impale the shocked Blake.
"Get down!" Caspar shouts as he quickly strikes the creature with the Yew wood bust. The flames reacted violently as the entity within shrieks out in agony before leaving it's host to retreat back into the flames. Leaving the corpse to be consumed entirely by the flame.
"Fräulein Belladonna are you alright!? You do remember whaz's goin on ya?" Caspar asked as he quickly helps Blake to her feet.
Blake gives a nod. Despite how dangerously close it came to touching her, the sleave and aura prevented the fire from taking any memories. That's when she noticed more figures emerging from the flame. Surround them. She pulls out her weapon in pistol mode in her non dominant and held the saber in her other. She fires off a few shots of earth dust before slashing at the creature with her saber. Caspar seeing the creatures approaching begin to strike at any who got to close. Despite him only armed with a wooden bust the idle proved more effective then Blakes weapons.
Down bellow FEB was using a mostly intact rifle as a club against the creatures. Author had found a fire extinguisher and was operating it to keep the creatures away as Winston used his few bullets to assist. The flames had surrounded them and forced them to fend off against the former guards and politicians lost to the flames. As they fended off the hoard, Winston noticed the two up on the overlook above them.
"Ms. Belladonna! Quickly get out of there!" Winston shouts as he takes a shot off one that creeped behind Blake.
The bullet punctured the head of the creature, but didn't impede it's movement. Blake noticing the creature quickly turns and relieves it of it's head. However the blade melted in half along with the head. The creature still lunged at her, but she repelled it with a few shots to the gut. She throw's the handle at the next one as she and Caspar backs up to the railing. Blake takes a step back and suddenly heard the snapping of the railing. The entire Balcony gave way and eleven fell to the ground Bellow. Caspar screamed as the creatures fell past him and Blake. Without thinking she throws Gambol shroud into an overhanging chandler. She had grabbed ahold of the back of Caspar's trousers when they fell, allowing for her and Caspar to swing to safety. However as they swinged the flames from the Chandlers burned the ribbon and the two fell to the ground hard. Blakes Aura held up as she crashes into the table. Caspar on the other hand, all beyond his agonizing cry of pain was the snapping of bones when he lands on his right arm.
"Great, welcome to the party! Really something to die for Lass!" FEB shouted as he breaks the club over one of the creatures backs.
As the group covers for Blake as she drags Caspar to the center group. Her faunas ears picked up on something. The Gargoyle. The statue was… breathing. Or something like breathing. It's mouth was wide open and for a flicker of a second she could see the flames silently flickering. The group was surrounded and the flames were getting closer, so she quickly grabbed the wooden bust and looked at it carefully.
'Monty almighty. I hope this works.' Blake said in her mind before racing towards the statue. As the creatures push towards the group, she shoves the Maltese Falcone into the mouth of the statue. As she does the creatures stopped in there track. They let out a horrifying noise as they squirm. Even the flames moved about in a sporadic manner. Almost like they were choking.
The group watches in awe and horror as the entities fall to the ground. The flames died and the bodies collapsed to the ground before turning to dust. For a full minute nobody said anything. After a full minute Winston spoke first.
"… Alright. That was, anticlimactic." Winston remarks as he holsters the empty gun. As he says that a loud cracking noise can be heard. The statue it begins to crack with a red hot glow pushing out.
"Cunt's name. You damn half yank fool!" FEB shouts in anger and disbelief. However, before he could go on, Blake quickly raced over to the group and grabbed ahold of Caspar. The man was in agony from the jolt, but by now the adrenaline had kicked in and he powered through the pain as Blake lead everyone out of the room. FEB and Author were the last ones to escape, making sure the surviving politicians got out. As they do Author got one last look at the statue before it exploded.
His eyes widen, and his mouth opens adjust with a horrifying scream leaving his lips. He took off sprinting in a mad ramble of horror. Blake looked behind her to see a huge fireball that barley fit the hallway with multiple tendrils coming out. Something was under the lair of fire, she could not get a clear glimpse of it; But it was huge, large fangs, and had a single blood curdling eye.
She nearly jumped out of her own skin from the frightening entity. Yet she persisted. The creature wasn't slowing down, and nearly upon them. Thinking quick she goes for her gamble shroud only to recall in the rush she had left it behind. She then noticed the Mauser stuffed into the trousers belt line of Winston's pants. Recalling the same size she quickly raced over and snatched the gun from Winston.
"What the devil are you doing!?" Winston called out as Blake begins to fumble with the weapon. She then managed to load the last seven rounds of ice dust rounds. Before turning around to fire off the a round. The gun surprisingly handled the Dust round far better then expected. Though the tip rapidly begins to the freeze. The shot rang off as it hits the creature in the eye, causing it to scream in agony.
There the group came to a cross path. Blake pulled out her Scroll and types down something as majority of the group flees out of the hallway towards the main entrance. Winston and FEB were the last to leave but notice Blake staying behind.
"Lass what are you doing!?" FEB shouted only to have the message held up to his face.
"Go, get out of here. I'll distract the creature!" It read as Blake fired off another shot, aggravating the creature.
"You mad we got to get the hell out of her…" Before FEB could finish Blake had grabbed both him and Winston. Pushing them to the other end and slamming the door shut. Before either one could stop her she fired off two more shots into the door, causing the entire thing to freeze and jam the hinges shut. She can hear her name being called as the creature comes charging at her.
She ran down the other way with the aggravated monster following her. She couldn't help but feel like those ghosts from that dumb game Yang forced her to play once. The creature getting closer and closer no matter how far she ran. Her aura kept up her stamina but she couldn't run forever. As she ran the creature would get close only to be slowed down by a well place shot from Blake. However she had only three bullets and by now only one remains. As she contemplates what to do, she takes a turn to find an exit. At the end of the hall was a large plain of glass overlooking London. She raced towards it, quickly loading a few regular dust rounds, something she had trouble with as she dropped a few. After loading three she fired off a few shots cracking the glass plains.
With all her aura put into her stamina she bolted down the halls with the creature following her. As she ran she quickly writes something on her arm. Painfully the pen broke her skin as the ink begin to pierce the skin. As she ran the creatures tendrils lashed out. Burning the side of her arm. She gasp in agony as memories begin to fade. Every time it does she looks down at her arm to see the message written on it. The creature lunges at her again with it's tendrils. Burning more of her arms and the back of her neck. More memories left her mind as she narrowly pulled herself on. The creature now breathing down her neck makes one last attempt to lunge at her. She felt the heat upon her flesh as with one last push she throws herself out the window. Glass cuts her wrist, hand, and scalp, as she falls to the ground. She only fell for a moment when the entity burst through the window. Grabbing ahold of her as it commits out of the building in a great ball of fire. It began to drain her memories when Blake shot off a round from the Mauser. The last of the ice dust round punctured the entity causing it to drop her. She fell far crash landing on a roof before rolling off the side. She hit a few railings and fire escapes before crashing down into the streets bellow.
Had this been anyone else they would have died hitting the roof. She couldn't move from the agony but she was very much alive. As for the entity, the creatures body begin to the freeze rapidly. So it moved up towards the moon in a vain attempt to find heat in the atmosphere. Blakes eye's flinted open and close. She had hit her head fairly hard. And that thing. She could hardly recall the creatures' names but it sucked not only some recent memories of the past few days but most of her energy. She could feel that a few of her bones were cracked, and her burns ached like nothing she had experience before. But she knew as she passes in and out of an conscious to unconscious state that she was alive… and she won. She could not celebrate nor should she as figure slow emerges. He was tall and had a sinister appearance. The person walked over to Blake muttering something as he moved along.
"I could not have planted a better servant then you my tongueless slave." The thin man remarks as he approaches Blake. Now standing over her he raises a hand to her face. She felt like she was sinking. Her mind going dark as the phrase repeats on and on in her head. 'Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, 'Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, 'Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, 'Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos, Y' tharanakor ya orr'e l' nyarlathotep. Vulgtmah ahfhtagnor chaos!'
As the phrase continues on the hand gets closer as the figure remarks something. "hai llll ahuh'eog ot r'luhhor Y' ahor ulnephaii ahf' mgep mgepah mgepr'luh l' ya. L' ai's yaah azz-"
Just before the disturbing man's hand touches her face another two grabbed it. One glowed a soft yellow filling her with a calming aura. The other a dark purple giving her a sense of anger and wrath. The creep on the other hand was less then please by the two.
"Ahf' ymg' ah ehyee ahlloig ymg' ah? h' ah mine llll yaah!" The terrifying figure demanded in a hate-soaked tone.
"No. She is not yours. Not yet." The dark purple glowing figure said before shoving the dark man back.
"We made an arrangement not too long ago. By our standards at least. Yet here you are about to break that oaf on none subjugation." The golden one scolds.
"Cahf mgep mgepah ymg' mgepahnnn ya mglagln! ahh ahnythor Y' ah'hri s'uhnog ahhai Y' ahor ymg' ah'mgehye hai?" The terrifying man asked his eyes go black and his head cracked in many places, almost like something was trying to crawl out from underneath his skin.
"Because the stars aligned. You know what that means." The dark purple one replies.
"We loose our home and therefore we remain sole rights to those whom still remain among the dream." The light one replies before hearing the sound of sirens off in the distance. "Perhaps we can discuss this further. Away from prying eyes."
The dark one looked down at Blake before pulling himself back to his semi-normal form. He then spoke in English, but it sounded awfully familiar. Almost like Nora's voice. "Very well. I am returning to torment the one in dreamlands. I trust to meet you in my home on the moon."
The two figures give a nod before the figure walks away. As the sirens get louder the two turn to the barley conscious Blake. Seeing her in such a pitiful condition both figures kneeled down. They hushed something that Blake didn't understood, but she felt oddly… safe. Like the world was going to be fine. Consciousness eventually failed her and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Play "Everybody want's to be a cat" By Electro Swing Circus
The Scene opens up within the void. There was no light in the darkness, till sudden a light sparks up. It was a small flame. Barley even a wick in the void. Suddenly it begins to move, like a flame in the wind before arms stretched out. Rather than a tentacle arms. It looked like normal limbs, in fact the flame looked like an attractive woman. The woman stretched her arms before turning around, revealing herself as a fiery adaptation of Blake. She stretches out before taking a step forward. As she does the music begins and Blake begins to sing.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat Who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat, 'Cause everything else is obsolete.
Well, a square with a horn, Makes you wish you weren't born, Everytime he plays;
But a square in the act, You can set music back To the caveman days. (Shubumb bumba Yay!)
As she moves forward with each step, the fires spread around, forming a dance hall of Beacon. She begins swaying about as some strangers emerged. One in particular was FEB holding a glass of strong liquor as he danced to the music as he drank from his bottle. As he drank flames spewed out from his guts to form letters.
(Lionel Barrymore as FEB)
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing, But a cat's the only cat Who knows how to swing. When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat, 'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Well, a square with a horn, Makes you wish you weren't born, Everytime he plays; But a square in the act, You can set music back To the caveman days. (Shubumb bumba Yay!)
The view shifts back to Blake, singing the line as she points to the side. There a flaming Caspar danced among the dogs that had hunted Blake. As they dance the flames poured out of his feet to reveal words.
(Rudolph Valentino as Caspar Antonientte)
Everybody wants to be a cat, Because a cat's the only cat Who knows where it's at. When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat, 'Cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
(Trumpet Solo!)
As the music played the scene perks up into a Trumpet Solo. Multiple people ranging from Winston, to Author, to nearly everyone who was in Parliament along with there loved ones. As they begin to clap and dance wilding to the music. A stunning figure emerges behind the flaming figure. It was Yang. The two share a smile before grabbing hands and dancing wildly. As they dance wildly the flaming words came out from under her long skirt.
(Louise Brooks as Blake Belladonna)
Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat. (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat.
(Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat. (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat. (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat.
(Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat. (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat. (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat.
(Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody, (Hallelujah) Everybody wants to be a cat.
As the music slowly comes to an end. Everyone begins clapping with excitement as the two dance around in circles. As they do, the view slowly pulls out to reveal this fire was inside a frozen rock floating far away from Earth. As it continues forward far from the earth's atmosphere and into the deepest part of space. As it floats along this strange rock begins to crack and a singular eye can be seen with the fire that would spark madness.
Hello Everybody… Wow. That's one for the text Books.
Well it seems Blake managed to stop this entity, but what memories did she loose I wonder? Not as drastic as Yang but still pretty bad. Along with that it seems she ran into a familiar face. Though thankfully a few more faces arrived to stop what he was doing. Though I have a bad feeling about what's to come. But I think for now I'll leave it to your imagination. Now onto comments and questions.
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2. Well there's that… but for the sake of the (my own) lols and the suspense and drama of this meeting. I'll say you'll find out in the upcoming Arc "The Blackwater Creek".
3A. Yes. A fire Vampire. (Wanted to point out that the entity is vampiric in nature.)
3B. You can say the Crawling Chaos or CC for short. But yep. Fuckers everywhere since Nora accidently opened the genie
3C. Yep. The Bulldog of Britain has been given his bite. (More so then in our timeline.)
3D. Yeah wanted to give out some shoutouts.
3E. Eh, I have a mix relationship with Marvel. (And there parent company Disney) But yeah it's a good film. Well, least the seeds have been planted.
4. Danka, I will try to. Recently suffered an allergic reaction a day prior to returning and it was a bitch to recover. (It was due to a new body wash, and imagine rubbing your skin with a substance that you didn't know you were allergic to. Yeah… not a fun few days. Thank god classes were over zoom so I could wallow in pain in bed.)
Thanks for writing Carre.
From Black cross0: Well it took Jaune 5 Seasons to get his… so Winston will probably get his by the time Neville Chamberlain step down.
Well, her weapon seems to fallow similar traits to a Glock 19 9mm handgun. So it stands to reason that it would work best with 9x19mm Parabellum rounds which has been around since 1901. (Thank gods she found herself on this side of the pound. 9mm were not well used in the states till the early 80's and became a staple of civilian use by the early 90's.)
Aye, she has done some shady ass shit. (And even more shady things to come this Valentines. Wink, wink) But that ain't what I'm hinting at, but you do have a point at being a Hell of reunion. But to give you a hint, As I told Carre "you'll find out in the upcoming Arc 'The Blackwater Creek'."
I hope you enjoy the thrilling ending… and what's to come next.
Thanks for writing Black cross0.
Now with that done, Sadly I have to continue this new once every three weeks schedule due to weather interfering with WIFI, new class responsibilities, and other stories that require my attention. Hopefully it will return to the two-week schedule soon. Till then please Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down below. This is Wombag1786 signing off.
In Winston Churchills Mansion, a week later; July 2nd 1924
The scene opens up inside the Chartwell manner in the library of the old estate. As the scene pulls away it reveals Winston sitting comfortably in the study. Beside him was his wife, sketching a small portrait as she hummed a tone. On the front of the newspaper was the events of what happened. Seems the whole incident was swept under the rug, and the blazing fire ball in the night sky was just a meteorite that slipped by astronomers and astrologist. Winston flips the page around showing on the back page was an article about him. Being released since new evidence points to the statue containing trace amount of flammable chemicals. It seems he received his freedom, but his reputation and career in politics are still shattered.
"Tsk, to think my face was going to be on the front page when they hanged me. Now that I'm innocent they don't even bother putting me in the second page, or even in any of the side columns. The last page." Winston mildly muse with a hint of annoyance.
"Just be glad you fine my love. They nearly executed you out of spite. It's to be quite expected that they put your innocence at the back." Clementine remarks
Winston puts down the paper and give a small smile. "Quite right. What about you? Despite you and your estrange friends hand in the matter the news doesn't mention you two."
The view pulls across to reveal Blake. She was covered in burn marks and patches. Now dressed in a fine navy-blue flapper gown with a Black Bow on her head. She took a simple sip of her tea, something she found to be greatly better then the tea back in Vale. Upon finishing she set's down the fine china and wrote on a piece of paper before presenting it.
"Best that they don't. If they knew the truth it may cause more problems for us all." Blake had written before going back to her tea. Though she doesn't have a tongue the bitter taste was still recognizable even without it.
"Hmm, yes. You are an enigma my dear Belladonna." Winston remarks before recalling something. He had been pushing off the question for some time. And now she has recovered to an extent he has to know. "Speaking of which, they had found your personal effects in the remains of the chambers. I had a friend picked it up and it will be sent to my 'workshop' for repairs."
Blake gives a nod before holding up a new note. "Thanks. If it's alright I'd like to have it fixed. Prior to the incident, it was broken in a scuffle with someone who I'd like to forget."
"Hmm, after the night you two had. I'm surprise you'd want to forget anyone." Clementine remarks as she finishes sketching Blake. When she does she looked up to see Blake holding up a new note.
"He was someone close. But he changed and not for the better. I once left him but he tracked me down. Nearly killed me." Blake wrote as she felt her side. Though a few memories of home were lost to her. She still recalls the pain of being stabbed.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that dear. Sounds like a true Bastard." Clementine remarks to which Blake waved her off.
"It's fine. He was in the end. When I first met him, he was someone I wanted to aspire to. Be like. And sadly, I had grown feelings for him. But he changed and well. With the way he lived it was only a matter of time before it all end. My only regret was how long it took and the lives he destroyed." Blake had written with a sadden expression on his face. Of all the memories the one she wish to forget was the time Adam had used her as bait to lure Yang. As she recall the night vividly Winston spoke up.
"There was a saying in the trenches my dear. War makes men into Monsters. Now I'm not sure if he served but I have seen good men made monsters by horrible events in their lives. I'm sure the same can be said about your old acquaintance." Winston remarks as he sets aside the News paper.
Blake gives a nod before writing, "That would be an understatement."
Winston gives a nod before the room goes quiet. After a few moments the Clock in the room chimes twelve and Winston turns to his wife. "My dear beloved. Would you kindly check on lunch? I have some privet business to ask Ms. Belladonna here."
Clementine gives a nod and gets up from her seat. She takes the now empty tea cup from Blake and exits the room. After a minute Winston speaks up. "When you were rushed to the hospital. Your friend the preacher threaten the doctor not to remove your cap of yours."
Blake simply rolled her eyes at this. But secretly she was grateful for FEB. Winston then continues. "Admittedly it was quite strange to have the doctor examine your head with a hat on. Though you are a strange one. Your strange weapon, strange abilities, even your strange device. A Scroll you refer to it as? I'd never seen something like that in my entire life. And as you can see, I am an staunch supporter and lover of scientific application. Specially when those applications come from science fiction novels."
He points to the bookshelf behind Blake. In it was a large collection of Novels written by Jules Verne. They all looked to be science fiction novels. Blake then turns back to Winston he continued. "Now you Ms. Belladonna. Carry yourself as a Woman of the future. Well Educated bold beyond that of most. And skilled enough to be made a Sergeant Major in four years' time. So I'd like to ask you more about your origins if that is fine."
Blake was a bit hesitant. She wasn't sure if Winston could be trusted with the entire truth. Seeing she was contemplating things, Winston spoke up again. "I have been told by Author you seek this, Necronomicon. A book that could help you get home. However from little I'd gather it's a very controversial book. Requiring a royal degree or friends in high places. I wish to help you obtain this book. I have been kicked out of politics before. I know how to battle my way in. But I'd like to know more about you. If not for scientific interest, then for a foundation of trust."
Blake considered his words. After everything he went through the man was a bit of a bully. But he was a bad person. Rather someone who hold there word with weight. So after a few moments Blake wrote down on the paper before presenting it. "If I tell you. Do you promise to keep everything a secret?"
"I swear on my ancestors blood and the undying love for my wife and children that not one word shall leave my lips." Winston said as he holds up his left hand and holds the right one over his heart.
Blake remain quit. Studying Winston's Body language. Nothing about it was disingenuous. So after a full minute Blake tosses the paper and pen aside and pulled out her scroll. Writing on it she asked the question, "What would you like to know first?"
"Hmm good question… what about that rumor about your, feline hair?" Winston asked as Blake let's out a small sigh. Her eyes close she reaches up for her bow before removing it. Winston looked on with great surprise and interest at the sight of Blakes ears. He then gets up from his seat and inspects them closely. Blake allowed for him to rub them to make sure they were real, and they were. She then remarks under his breath. "Remarkable. Truly and uncontestably remarkable."
Winston then returns to his seat pulling out a cigar from his personal Stache. He takes his time cutting the tip he begins to toast the bit. Allowing the aroma to fill his nostrils. Blake cringed a bit at the smell as Winston lights the end and blows the Tabaco through the cigar before holding it the right way. He takes a long drag before exhaling. He then offers Blake one to which she declines. He gives another shrug before taking another drag. After a few puffs he then leans forward and spoke.
"Tell me… what exactly are you, Ms. Belladonna." Winston said as he leans forward with great interest.
Blake went on to write her entire story. He heritage, history, and of her world. As she does the scene pulls out to show Author in the gardens. He looked much worst for wears. Seeing that… thing. Had destroyed his poor mind. He hadn't slept for days. Lost significant weight. Failed to clean himself. And currently holding a bottle of gin very tightly. As he stares on at the flowers, his hands begin to tremble as everything no matter how different reminded him in some way of what he saw. After a few moments of pure agonizing silence, a voice called out to him.
"So, taking up my habit of drinking huh? Funny, how we scorn the substance yet turn to it when we are at our worst." FEB called out as he approaches Author.
As he sits down next to Author he could only muster the words, "Are you here to judge me? To call me a Hypocrite for drinking my salary from the case away?"
"Tsk, I'm a despicable spiteful old fool you damn limey. But I ain't that spiteful." FEB said as he hands Author a fresh bottle of Gin.
Author looked down at the bottle with great suspicion. As he looked over the bottle he took it before uncorking the bottle. As he takes a hard swig, FEB leans back to look up at the Library window. As he stares up FEB remarks, "Look, Author. I may not be the best father-in-law. Hell I'm down right a spiteful old cunt at that, and that was before we both lost her. But after the shit we went through. I don't think I'd judge you for taking a bottle of lush. But my… your child is wondering what the hell is going on with yah."
"Yeah… guess I should put down the bottle." Author remarks as he looks down at the bottle.
"I'd never said that." FEB remarks earing a curious look from Author. "I was going to say to drink until you puke, before you go back to being a proper father."
"Ohhh…" Author remarks as FEB takes the bottle before taking a large swig. "How much will we need for that?"
FEB let's out a large burp before handing him back the bottle. "This won't do… I think I recall a pub south of here. Wish to go there?"
Author looked down at the bottle before takin one last swig and tossing it over his shoulder. "Yes. If I am going to die from alcohol poisoning I'd rather get it from beer then this shite."
"Heh yeah. Wonder where the jerry is? He might have some good beer." FEB remarks before recalling. "Speaking of the Kraut where the hell did he go?"
Author gave a shrug. To be fair after the incident he disappeared a day after the incident. Nobody knew where he went or what had happened to him. As the two walked away the scene shifts to London. There it set on a small pub that Blake had stopped by for fish and chips nearly two weeks prior.
A few days later at a small Pub in London
In the small Pub, Caspar sat at a table. His arm in a sling from the falling. In front of him was a cheap bear and a map of the countries side. He had bought tickets for whales with plans to visiting Devon. After surviving the burning of Parliament he'd figure he get out of London while speculation of the events were still unconfirmed. As he begrudgingly take a sip from the cheap ale, his eye took note to the corner of the room. It began to shift and deform before the hound creature appeared once more. It moved unseen through the crowed towards Caspar before leaping on the table. It growled at the German before Caspar spoke.
"Geh, Hund. Du hast so schön genug Ärger verursacht." He silently hushed causing the dog to go quiet. Caspar could see the dog was staring at him.
He aways hated that since the moment he met this creature in Somme. As he finishes his ale he left a few coins as tip before walking away. He then turned around to see the hound growling at a table to the far side. He notes the three gentlemen sitting down. Two twins in matching outfits with different clothes, and a sinister looking tall Woman. The old crone sent shivers down his back but he quickly shook off the feeling before walking away. He gave a small whistle and the hound leapt off the table and followed by his side. The view pulls over to the three talking among themselves. Clearly disputing something.
"He has enough. It's one thing for a hundred years, but you imprisoned him longer than any other mortal." The man in the Yellow Pinstripe suit remarks in a carrying tone.
"I've been locked away in that sarcophagus for hundreds of these mortal years. A few millennia in the Dream lands will be a cake walk." The woman said before taking a sip from her mug before remarking. "Hundreds of years that you've cost me might I add."
"Well, shouldn't have done the same to us and we wouldn't have locked you in your own trap." The man in the Purple Pinstripe suit remarks earning a growl from the woman. She held her hand up in a strange and menacing Manner as the man in the dark purple suit pointed the tip of his cane at her. "Any time. Been waiting too long for a rematch."
There was a tension in the air, the woman's eyes slowly turning Black and the cane glowed with a purple hue. Before this could get out of hand, the one in the golden pinstripe suit intervened. "Now, now. We agreed to be civilized. Last time we did this I had to pretend to be a burning Bush."
The two looked at each other before settling down. Despite their show of awesome and powerful abilities, nobody in the pub took notice. The three remain silent before the one in gold pinstripe suit spoke up. "I have an idea. A wager if you will."
"… Go on?" The woman remarks with some interest.
"Well, you have tried to corrupt two of our… what's that human term again? Pawns. Two of our pawns. We would like you to stop." The one in the golden suit said, earning a cruel chuckle from the woman.
"Heh, Heh. You can't be serious. One of them is already infected with the Mark of Hastur. Won't be long till you lose him." The woman said with a smile.
"Yes we are aware of his condition… which is why we took it upon ourselves to give him a fighting chance." The Yellow suit man remarks with an uncomfortable look. The woman took note of this and with a wide horrifying smile, spoke up.
"Oh, ho, ho… So, you broke your own rule on the dead. Didn't think you'd do it again." The woman said with a smirk.
"We didn't break our rule! Just asked for a little hand." The man in the Gold pinstripe suit snapped only to be hold back by his brother.
"Sure uh hu. Now back to what you two were on about this bet?" The woman remarks.
"Well, as we have learned you plan on killing off the head of the French government, yes?" The purple pinstriped suit man remarked.
"Ugh, don't remind me. I swear the only good thing about this is seeing those politicians die screaming." The woman remarks with discuss.
"Well, we know for a fact that one of the kids will be there." The man in the golden Pinstripe suit remarks, causing a spark of intrigue in the woman. "So here is what we prepose. We will not interfere in any manner and if you can convince the child to agree to worship you. Well, you get the child."
"Really? Giving away a child so early into this little game of ours?" The woman said with an intrigue look on her face.
"Well, rather late seeing how close we are… but none the less we are willing to give her up." The man in the purple suit remarks.
"Alright, but that's what you're willing to give me. What if I lose?" The woman asked.
"You let the boy return to his body. He's been trapped in the Dreamlands long enough." The Man in the gold pinstripe suit answers. The woman put her hand to her chin. Tapping it a few times as she thought about it. After a few moments she held out her hand with an evil grin plastered on her wicked face.
"It's a deal then." The woman said as her hand engulfed in flames.
The two looked at each other before reaching out to shake her hand. As they do, the hand separate into two monstrous deformed arms. The three shook the hand as the scene goes dark.
A few months later, in Hong Kong Insane Asylum
The scene opens on a Mental ward. Here many inmates left to rot in their cells can be heard screaming and whaling. In one cell lays a group of people laying side by side in a cramped condition. Covered in sweat, bugs, and fecal matter. At the center was a familiar face, Ren or what was left of him. He has been stuck in a comma for nearly a year. His body had come to reflect his surroundings. Wrapped in a straight jacket, a patchy beard growing, and deathly thin. As he laid there with his eye's loosely open something miraculous happened. One of his eyes blinked to life as color return to them. Suddenly he let's out a howl scream as if he was set on fire.
Writhing around in agony and mad fever he finally calmed down just enough to get a good grasp of his surroundings. He noticed right away the full moon from the cell and the feeling of fecal matter mixed with piss under him. Despite the precarious and down right horrific situation he found himself in, he couldn't help but chuckle madly in joy. It wasn't till a cloud passes over the moon did he realize something. His eyes shriveled up with horror as he quickly pulls himself to his feet.
"Nora… must… save… her." Ren croak dryly as he weakly goes at the straight jacket. His mussels had nearly dissipated, and his aura was not tapped for nearly a year. But after a few moments he found his strength and tore free from the straight jacket. Outside the guards and staff lazed about. It was a typical evening for them when a loud crashing sound can be heard.
Rushing over they were shocked to find the entire wall has been broken down. The Tropic rain begin to kick in as they see the comatose patients, they had mistreated for so long coming to life. Kicking and screaming in agony as they chant the line over and over.
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Play Runaway (By Little Violet)
The view goes dark as a comic book falls on top of the previous one just as the song began. The Cover art depicts Ren and Olof, Looking up at a volcanic island from the beach. The Volcan looks like it will erupt at any given time but the most disturbing aspect was how the mountain formed a skull. Within the right eye something was crawling out with two long tendrils branching out. To the side four bobbles with the title above.
RWBY Noir
Fara Ö
Staring: Lie Ren: The Boy who's seen to much!
Olof Larsson: The unfortunate Swedish Sailor
Juliet Scarlett: Member of the Arkham Archeological guild
Guest staring
Thomas White: Traveling British Reporter