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AN: It's coming to that time where I take a summer break from this story. Next chapter will be released on schedule but be my last till October 15th. I know, sad but trust me. The next chapter will be the worth the wait… Crimson
Paris France, At the Grand Palais October 21th 1925
3rd POV
The scene opens up, later on in the night. At the International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts in the Grand Palais. The place was closed and all the visitors had either returned home or to their hotels. Leaving a handful of security guards to watch over the Exhibition. As one followed his patrol, he failed to notice a familiar looking ginger scaling the walls. She struggled a bit before crashing down into the bushes. The sound causes the guard to turn and look, but found nothing. So he shrugged before walking away. Once gone, Nora picked herself up from the bushes before spitting out the twig in her mouth. She was not one for stealth. But due to either blind luck, or really lazy guards, she managed to make her way to the Pavilion of France. Entering inside it didn't take long for her to find the painting.
"Huh, that was easy." Nora said as she looks at the painting. It was of a man, a striking pose as he stands before a crowd of aristocrats, Nobles and ladies, wearing the cloaks of animals, mimicking them as he alone stood amongst the hoard. They acted like animals, in the literal sense, dancing, prowling, defecating, and fornicating in a mad frenzy as this lone figure. He was pale in image. A twinkle in his eye was despicable, cruel with a wolfish grin as he shepherded these ravenous party growl and grovel with delight.
"Creepy painting, not sure who would want it." She remarks as she takes out a box of matches. She gave a few strikes, before getting it to light. She was about to burn the portrait when suddenly a large cockroach rushed over, biting her hand and causing her to drop the match. "Ouch! Dumb bug."
She then crushed it, causing it to spirt the juices all over her hand. With an ew, she tried wiping the juices from her hand before striking up another match. After getting one lit she was about to burn the painting when another cockroach bit her, causing her to drop the match before it could burn the painting.
"Seriously?" She groans as she crushes the bug. Wiping the juices again she attempts for a third time to burn the painting. As she got the match to spark for a third and final time, she was about to burn the painting when she was suddenly attacked by a swarm of bugs rushed down from the darkness, swarming her as they enveloped her. She let's out a terrified shriek as they nibble and bit her. However her aura made it nearly impossible for them to do any actual damage. Least physical. She quickly ran over to a nearby lamp, ripping out cord before applying it to a sink. Dousing herself in water before shocking herself. The surge of electricity would have killed a normal person, or the very least several injured them. However Nora's Aura as well as her semblance takes the charge and fried the bugs.
"Ugh. Just what is it with these things." Nora said shaking off the cockroaches that were in her hair. She turns back to the painting. Reaching for the box of matches only to find that she had dropped them somewhere.
"Crap where is it?" Nora asked herself as she patted herself before turning her gaze to the ground.
Looking around in the darkness with one eye, she eventually noticed the singular box sitting on the ground going over to it. She reaches to pick it up only to pause midway. Her ears twitch as she hears strange music.
Play "The Music of Erich Zann ¦ HP Lovecraft Horror Music" by Cthulhu Mythos Music for added effect
It was like the music from before. Eerily playing like before. Just louder now, no it is getting louder. Nora falls to her knees as she tries to block out the music. As she held her ears which begin to rupture she looks up at the painting. To her horror she sees through her only one eye the painting has begun to shift and spur. Those aristocrats who played as animals they had adorned themselves in seemingly leapt off the painting. They scurried about her, acting as if an actual animal found itself before a human in a strange room. As Nora struggled to move with the blaring music a figure appeared before her eye sight. Looking up she sees the Wolfish grin of the man. He smirks before revealing a mouth full of Fangs. Whispering in French, "Connaissez votre place." (Know your place.)
It holds out it's hand, trying to invite Nora before it. But she quickly responded by swiping it away with Magnhild. However her swipes proved insufficient, like hitting a mirage. The wolfish grin grew and those nobles prancing about became more animal like in appearance. The music that was deafening as is became louder. So with her last amount of strength she decided to take the hit. Firing her weapon at the ground, the explosion propelled her back, away from the creepy man. Blasting through the walls, she found herself outside. However it wasn't like she had seen on the way in. The night sky wasn't shrouded by the lights of Paris. No their wasn't even stars for her to see, but the abyss. Staring back at her was strange cosmic gas's that looked like the universe's but not in ways that illuminated the night sky and with colors that she could not describe.
Then suddenly the sky opened wide, revealing a large eye. It stared down at her, hideously as the lashes around it's pupils moved and wiggled like seaweed in an ocean. The sight was… ungodly, unnatural. And with a loud scream she pulled herself to her feet. Only to see that the wolfish grin man walking out. The horribly mixture of French aristocrats and animal fur fused horrifically. All the while the music can be heard playing loudly as if it followed them. They turned to her and with a wider grin he sicked those malformed ravenous beasts after her. Nora out of her mind with fear turned and run. If her Magnhild couldn't harm them, then what would?! As she run's it felt. Unreal. Like running though a dream or mud. Yet the creature seemed unaffected. She barely had time to make inside the neighboring exhibit, when the creatures caught up to her. They tried breaking in, their arms worming and swiping away as they tried to force the door open. Nora tried to push them back, but the music was getting louder, and with it, their horrid chipped nails grew into claws, threatening to reach around and tear at her. So she was forced to flee, unable to barricade the door.
The malformed creatures rushed in with the man in the wolfish grin following. The music reaching to ear piercing levels. The man sent those creatures after her, to which they rushed after. She struggled like before feeling like this has been all a dream. Uncoordinated as she rushed down the halls. Eventually she collapsed. Struggling to catch her breath. As she does the creatures appeared, cutting off any exit of escape. Getting to her feet she was about to make another attempt when the man grabbed her by her neck. She struggled to breath as she was lifted off her feet so her face could meet his. She tried everything to break free from the man's grasp. But no matter what punch or kick, it passed through him like a mirage. All while that damn violin played. The man's wolfish grin grew as it reaches up to her mask. Slowly pulling it off in a mocking jester when suddenly it stopped. The music stopped, and the eyes of this once slender man goes wide. Letting go of her Nora coughs, as she struggles to find her breath. Looking back up she see's that before her was no man.
It was in the shape of a man but made up of hundreds if not thousands of bugs, crawling and slithering to keep it's form. But they seem to be recalling back in terror. It let's out an unnatural hiss as it then breaks apart. Scattering into thousands of singular insects that disappeared into the darkness. Nora quickly pulling herself to her feet she quickly squashed as many of them as she can as they scattered. Coughing as she tried to catch her breath.
"Wha… what just happened?" Nora asked as she rubbed her neck. Turning around she saw a singular painting.
It was of a women looking down with a faint smile. Wearing blue robes accustomed to the Medieval times. Her blonde hair was board line platinum, with lightish grey eyes. The painting title was in Polish; Baronowa Gelu Saksonii. Whatever it is the women in the painting was familiar yet she could not put it anywhere. As she stares for a few moments it took her a few more to remember why she was here in the first place. Putting a pin in the strange painting she rushes out of the Polish Pavilion and back to the French one. As she does the view pulls in on the painting before shifting to the Carron household.
Back at the Carron Manner 2 hours later
The Scene opens up back at the Carron household. While Nora was away, Jobert had gone to the Bibliothèque nationale de France for any information related to the painting. However no signs of the artistic marking or symbols related to the painting can be found. He sat their in his office with a frustrated glair at the stacks of books. Rubbing his neck he was on the verge of giving up when he heard the door open. In walked his wife Audrey, looking a little worried.
"Il se fait tard. Mme Valkyrie n'est pas encore rentrée." (It's getting late. Ms Valkyrie isn't home yet.) She said in a worried motherly tone, as she enters with a cup of tea.
"Oui… mais je soupçonne qu'elle va très bien." (Yes… but I suspect she is just fine.) Jobert said as he takes the cup from his wife. "Elle ne ressemble à aucune des jeunes filles que nous connaissons." (She isn't like any young girls we know.)
"She is much stranger then the ones you can find in a magazine I'll admit that." Audrey remarks as she sits down on the nearby sofa. "But that doesn't mean I won't worry for her sake."
"Heh, je m'inquiéterais davantage pour l'imbécile qui a plutôt l'intention de lui faire du mal." (Heh I'd worry more for the fool who intends harm upon her instead.) Jobert said with a chuckle only to be glaired at by his wife. Straightening himself he remarks. "Mais c'est naturel que je sois inquiète. Étant donné que sa propre mère n'était pas là." (But it's natural I'm sure to be worried. Given her own mother was not around."
"Oui. Vous avez fui lors d'une attaque de ces… Grimm? Une mère ne devrait jamais faire une chose pareille. Même contre des êtres monstrueux." (Yes. Fled during an attack by those… Grimm? A mother should never do such a thing. Even against monstrous beings.) Audrey adds. Despite being hard on Nora for her mannerisms. She does worry about her. Especially after hearing the truth of how she was really orphaned. If Nora's mother really did flee she'd pray that she died else if she ever met her shed more then have harsh words for her.
She was about to speak when came the sound of the front door opening. Followed by a familiar voice calling out; "Je suis à la maison!" (I'm home!)
This somewhat annoyed Audrey as it was unladylike to yell indoors. Giving a small sigh. She gets up and walks out to chastise Nora only to let out a small gasp. "Mon Dieu, qu'est-ce qui t'est arrivé!?" (My god, what happened to you!?)
"C'est une longue histoire." (It's, a long story." Nora responded before asking. "Jobert est-il au pouvoir?" (Is Jobert in office?)
She didn't wait for Audrey to respond before barging in. When she did Jobert saw on her face what made his wife gasp. Hundreds of bites all over her non covered face, but not only that but everywhere there was exposed skin. Hundreds of bug bites from multiple different species. Wide eyed Jobert whispers ""Bon Dieu, qu'est-ce qui t'est arrivé?" (Good god, what happened to you?)
"Longue histoire." (Long story.) Nora said before sitting on the Sofa. Removing her boots as it traces but bits with her into the house. "Mais je pense avoir découvert ce qui a attaqué Hassan." (But I think I found out what attacked Hassan.)
"En voyant votre aura vous protéger, je pense que vous avez toute une histoire à raconter." (Seeing your aura of yours protected you, I reckon that you have quite a tale to tell.) Jobert said as Audrey came back in with bandages to try and patch up Nora.
"Ouais. Et ça a une fin bizarre." (Yeah. And it has a weird ending.) Nora remarks getting the two to freeze up.
"…Plus étrange que la fin de la plupart de vos histoires?" (…Weirder then how most of your stories end?) Audrey asked with a raised brow.
"Ça devrait être intéressant." (This should be interesting." Jobert remarked as he paid close detail to what Nora was about to say.
From there, Nora went on a bender of how she met with a girl named Èlisa. How she was no help. After which she snuck into the Exhibition intending to destroy the paintings. As she puts it, they are clearly a cliché horror trope. But just as she was about to burn them, she was attacked by bugs and the painting of that creepy man came to life. Chasing her into the Polish Pavilion. As she was cornered whatever illusion held over her vanishes as the creature that she describes as "a nightmare before Nondescript Holiday". Freaked out and dissipated from the painting of the women in the Polish Pavilion. After which she returned to the French Pavilion to destroy it, only to find the painting is gone. The night guards missing, and the police were on their way. So she booked it back to the home where she now explained her story. She did leave the part where Èlisa was a communist, as the two had even lower opinions about them than her.
"Des centaines d'insectes qui formaient une forme humaine? Tellement... bizzare." (Hundreds of bugs that formed a human shape? How… odd." Jobert remarks.
"Et dégoûtant. J'ai peur de penser aux moyens insalubres que transportent ces insectes." (And disgusting. I dread to think of what unsanitary means these insects carry.) Audrey adds with a shudder at the thought. "C'est étrange à quel point ils semblaient terrifiés par le tableau alors qu'ils en protégeaient un. Des idées sur pourquoi?" (Though strange how they seemed terrified of the painting despite protecting one. Any ideas on why that is?)
"Non, le titre est en polonais… je ne sais pas comment ils parlent, il m'a fallu un an pour apprendre à demander où sont les toilettes. Je ne cherche pas à apprendre une autre langue." (No, the title is in Polish… not sure how they speak, took me a year to learn how to ask where's the bathroom I'm not looking to learn another language.) Nora says with a huff of frustration.
The three go silent as they had no idea what their next move is. Suddenly came a knocking at the door. The three turned to the door leading into the main hall. It was late as is, and no one was expecting a visitor. Hesitantly they get up from their seats and walked to the front door. Along with that Oliver slowly making his way down the stairs with his leg braces.
"Où attends-tu quelqu'un?" (Where you expecting someone?" Oliver asked as he struggled down the stairs.
"Non nous ne sommes pas." (No, we are not.) Jobert said as he goes to the door. Pulling a pistol from a nearby drawer. He slowly opens the door expecting the worse only to find a woman he never met on his doorsteps. "Um… puis-je vous aider?" (Um… can I help you?)
Instantly Nora recognized her and before she could speak, Nora blurts out. "Élisa, qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?" (Èlisa, what are you doing here?"
"Bonsoir Mme Valkyrie. Monsieur et Mademoiselles Carron. Puis-je entrer." (Good evening Ms. Valkyrie. Mister and Misses Carron. Can I come in." Èlisa requested. She seems. A bit unsure in her voice but none the less they let her in. Once inside she takes off her coat before holding up a book. "Après ton départ. J'ai fait quelques fouilles. Effectivement, le professeur d'un ami avait ça. Une sorte de journal qui a été récupéré lors de la bataille de Sedan par… les forces en retraite. Um, qu'est-ce qui vous est arrivé Miss Valkyrie?" (After you left. I did some digging. Sure enough a professor of a friend had this. A journal of sorts that was scavenged at the Battle of Wissembourg by retreating… forces. Um what happened to you Miss Valkyrie?)
"Juste Nora, et longue histoire." (Just Nora, and long story.) Nora said waving off the question about her bug bites. "Maintenant, que disais-tu à propos d'un journal?" (Now what were you saying about a journal?)
"Eh bien, je pense que les forces françaises pensaient que ce journal contenait des informations qu'elles pouvaient utiliser, mais il s'est avéré être une sorte d'héritage familier. Après la guerre, il rebondit un peu et trouve sa place à la Sorbonne. Il mentionne l'artiste que vous essayiez de rechercher… après une très longue diatribe sur son expérience en tant qu'espion pendant la Révolution de 1789. Apparemment, le propriétaire d'origine était une sorte d'espion pour la Prusse." (Well I think the French forces thought this journal had some information they could use but it turned out to be a familiar heirloom of sorts. After the war, It bounced around for a bit found its way to Sorbonne university. It mentions that artist you were trying to research… after a very long winded rant about his time as a spy during the Revolution of 1789. Apparently the original owner was a spy of sorts for Prussia.) Èlisa finishes before flipping to a marked page.
"Oh? C'est juste genial!" (Oh? That's just great!) Oliver said as he slowly moved towards Èlisa. "Puis-je le lire?" (Can I read it?)
"Si vous savez lire l'allemand, bien sûr." (If you can read German, sure.) Èlisa said handing it to Oliver.
"Je parle, je peux lire l'allemand. Un peu au moins." (I speak can read german. A bit at least.) Jobert said as he takes the old diary from his son.
He begins studying the pages. as he does, Èlisa pulls Nora aside and asked. "Écouter. Normalement, je resterais loin de ce quartier de la ville par dépit, mais vu que je t'ai aidé, ça te dérangerait de me laisser voir Hassan?" (Listen. Normally I'd stay far away from this part of town out of spite but seeing I helped you out do you mind letting me see Hassan?)
"Um, bien sûr… ne parlez pas de votre politique ici. Il est à l'étage dans la chambre d'amis." (Um, sure just… don't talk about your politics in here. He's upstairs in the guest room.) Nora said as she points upstairs.
"Merci… je veux juste voir comment il va." (Thanks… I just want to see how he's doing.) Èlisa said with a nod before heading up the stairs.
As she does, Audrey decide to follow her, to see if she needed anything else. Meanwhile Jobert struggled with the pages. It's been years since he had to read German. Mainly from captured papers and commands. After forty minutes of translating this is what he got.
October 28th 1806
'It's been Eighteen years since my days as a spy in Paris. In those days I would have scoffed at the idea of the French military capacity for combat. But seeing them walking down the streets of Berlin. I feel nothing but disappointment and shame that our once great army's were out maneuvered in tactic and equipment. But as I walked by some of the occupiers, my eye's met one face that I would never have forgotten. Now Sargent Major "Joseph Hugel." To think she managed this ruse for so long, let alone reach the rank of a Sargent under the guise of her crippled husband. We didn't speak, only exchanging the simplest of nods before parting. Seeing her again has spurred memories of my years in Paris, acting originally as a diplomat before becoming a spy for the Fredrick the second.
These memories that I have tried to forget had lead to a decrease in my health as of late, as while I acting in pride for my nation… I have become a victim of circumstance that no man, woman, or child should be. From what had happened beneath the Manner of Comente Fenalik, to my escape from Paris during the failed royalist uprising 1795. I have looking back set in motion events that I now come to regret. From sparing the Comente despite flaying a piece of my torso to not personally executing the mad Dr. L Rigault. Though if my sources are to be believe, that creatin that saved me and the other's lives made use of the dead doctors flesh and bone. Though my biggest regret was during the years of our lord; 1793-1794. The Reign of Terror.
Men, women and children beheaded for crimes as simple as misspeaking or even suspicion of counter revolution against the oh so ironic committee of public safety. What the mad man Robspiere didn't know was that his national razer was tampered with. From the letters received from the young Edler Girault, the book that bestowed that knowledge used by Dr. Rigault was lost. But was torn out by his now wife Frau Beaubois. I hope despite what befell the young Edler he is happy living with his new family in the safety of the English country. Despite the relief, the horrors that came with it still haunts my mind. The Doctor using a black bound book; The vacío supremo; penned by a priest who studied the rituals of the natives in the new world. Dr. Rigault had used that forbidden knowledge to turn the daily executions into a ritual sacrifice for something known as the Supreme being. I met a creature that was mortifying to behold. Living amongst the bones in the catacombs and feasting on the remains as well. He gave us insight into a manner on how to stop the mad doctor, but not without sacrifice.
Me and my companions were told that we need to sacrifice one who has heard the music of the Supreme being, only one knows this strange… haunting music. Dietrich Zann, a ginger dwarf who played for that monster Comente Fenalik. We found him, his wife, and his new born child living in the attic of a run down home. He has gone quite mad from that music in his head. It took some convincing but we forced his wife to allow her husband to play his accursed toon, I can still hear it in the back of my mind… but it was not as horrifying as the images of that terrible thing the music projected before us. It so clearly a single chaotic mass of darkness at the center of the-'* (Blood drops smudge a single word at the need of the paragraph.)
'The memory of that… I think it's best that I don't recall for the sake of body and mind. After awakening from our madness, we found Dietrich or what was left of him. He was all over the room with his wife missing. Only his son remained, playing in the blood requesting the corpse of his father to play it again. I should have ended the Zann Family line then and there. But back then I had no idea just what fresh hell I had witnessed and only thought of helping the boy. I secured passage for him to Prussia, hoping that perhaps life away from that accursed city would do him some good. While I settled the papers needed to get him safely out; One of my companions, a brave man by the name Thierry Renault, made the ultimate sacrifice. He had Consumption and was not longed for this world. Leaving behind two daughters and a wife, I watched as he walked up the scaffolding. Bold in life was he in death, his death had stopped the ritual created by Dr. Rigault, the rest using a bomb to cause chaos allowing them an opening to take the bastard out from afar with Charleville musket. After the whole affair I made new arrangements so the former Sergeants family can live far away. I hear many Aristocrats that fled to New Orleans are welcomed warmly.
After the death of Dr. Rigault, I stayed in Paris for a few more years before the stress of everything had me leave. It was here that I met many other remarkable individuals. All of whom faced similar horrors that would scratch away at one's own sanity. I wish them well in this endeavor but my body can only take so much thus I left. I had tried for as long as possible as it seemed these forces of the unknown came out in force during the chaos of the revolution… One of the last misadventures in that cursed city was around this painter by the name of Gérald LeBeau, seemed he too had heard the music of the mad dwarf, and had walked into the session while we were in our mad stupor. What he drew was… disturbing, but above all dangerous. They say a picture holds a thousand words, but how would one describe a word as that of madness itself? After staging an accident me and my associates managed to hide away his painting in the louve, burning one before he could finish. I had hoped that would be the end but… Not since the first day in versailles had I ever felt the peace of mind. Perhaps I should burn this book, so not to burden another with the terrible secrets.
"Huh… ce n'était pas vraiment utile." (Huh… that wasn't really helpful.) Nora remarks as Jobert finishes reading.
"Je n'en suis pas vraiment sûr." (I'm not quite sure about that.) Jobert remarks as places the diary down. He then walks over to his small book of laws. After a few moments he found a singular book marked as Code civique. "Je me souviens avoir entendu le nom de Gérald LeBeau. Comme source du code Napoléon de 1806. Assurer la protection des criminels jusqu'à preuve de leur culpabilité." (I recall hearing the name Gérald LeBeau. As a source of the 1806 Napoleon code. To provide protection for criminals till proven of their guilt.)
He shift through the page before stopping on a singular law. "Oui c'est ici. Code de procédure pénale 1808. Il cite à titre d'exemple Gérald LeBeau. Pour son crime présumé d'assassinat de 12 victimes et d'utilisation de leur sang pour ses portraits, M. LeBeau a été extrait de Charenton pour être traduit devant les tribunaux lorsqu'une gargouille est tombée d'un immeuble local. Il y avait des preuves d'un acte criminel, mais personne n'a été poursuivi. Par conséquent, tous les criminels doivent bénéficier de la protection de la loi jusqu'à leur condamnation et leur condamnation." (Yes, here it is. Code of criminal Procedure 1808. It lists as an example one Gérald LeBeau. For his suspected crime of murdering 12 victims and using their blood for his portraits, Monsieur LeBeau was pulled from the Charenton to be brought before the courts when a gargoyle fell from a local building. There was evidence of foul play however no one was prosecuted. Therefore, all criminals shall be provided protection under the law till their conviction and sentencing.)
"Donc les tableaux sont… des gens?" (So, the paintings are… people?) Nora asked with a tone of discuss.
"Et maintenant, il semble que quelqu'un ou quelque chose essaie de terminer son travail." (And now it seems someone or something is trying to complete their work.) Oliver remarks as he looks on in horror.
There was a moment of horror as the three sat in silence of the implication. Just then came a loud scream from upstairs. Turning to the door, they suddenly hear Audrey over the screams. "Jobert! Mme Valkorie! Montez ici, c'est Monsieur Detemple!" (Jobert! Ms. Valkyrie! Get up here, it's Mister Detemple!)
Hearing that the two bolted to their feet and rushed up the stairs. If not for his Polio, Oliver would have rushed up with them. Going into the guest room, the two found Audrey by the bed with Èlisa by Hassan side. He was screaming in agony as he twitched and squirmed on the bed. Sweating profusely. Rushing to his side, Nora asked. "Quel est le problème avec lui?!" (What's wrong with him?!)
"Je ne sais pas! Il dormait, un peu chaud, puis il criait!" (I don't know! He was sleeping, a bit hot, then screaming!) Èlisa explains as she tried to hold Hassan down. Audrey gives a nod before suddenly Hassan bellows out another scream of agony. Jobert quickly raced out of the room to call a doctor while the three girls crowd around Hassan.
Èlisa was right, he was burning up, but a keen eye could noticed something wrong. Something was moving beneath his body. And with every moment, the movements became more noticeable. Something was moving, around his heart, his lungs, and up his neck towards his brain.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est que ça!?" (What the devil is that!?) Audrey screamed upon seeing that.
"C'est... c'est vivant!" (It's… it's alive!) Èlisa screams as well. "Ça le ronge vivant!" (It's eating him alive!)
"Pouvons-nous l'enlever!?" (Can we get it out of him!?) Nora asked as she pinches his chest, only to feel the vibrations of hundreds of something under his skin.
Jobert then burst in, "Le Docteur est en route. Vingt minutes." (The Doctor is on his way. Twenty minutes.)
"Il ne vivra pas si longtemps!" (He won't live that long!) Èlisa called out as she tried to hold him down.
"Il y a quelque chose en lui. Le ronger!" (Something is inside him. Eating him away!) Nora said as she tried pinching whatever is inside his body.
Hassan let's out another bellow of agony. He was not going to make it. As Nora looked on at her… strange friend she decided to take drastic measures. Quickly running to the end of the bed she pulls Hassan as far down as possible without pulling off the bed before racing over to the side of the lamp and tearing the wiring out. Confused Èlisa asked, "Qu'est-ce que tu fais!?" (Just what are you doing!?)
"Oui que fais-tu!?" (Yes, what are you doing!?) Audrey asked as well as Nora climbed on the bed.
"Quelque chose que je ne devrais probablement pas faire." (Something I'd probably shouldn't do.) Nora remarks as she hands Jobert the wires carefully. As she does she then says to Èlisa. "Promets-moi une chose. N'en parlez à personne." (Promise me one thing. Don't tell anybody about this.)
"À propos de quoi!?" (About what!?) Èlisa asked not sure what Nora was on about.
Nora didn't had time to explain. She placed her two hands on Hassan's temples and begin focusing. All her aura on Hassan where she spoke a short chant. "For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. I release your soul and by my shoulder protect thee"
The three marveled as Nora glowed, and Hassan's screams of agony subsided as the pain stopped for a moment. He felt… a cool breeze take over him as he glowed. As the glow slowly subsided, Nora then grabs the electric wire taking it into her mouth. Causing a serge of electricity to hit her. Causing the whole street to short circuit as she electrocuted both herself and Hassan. He let's out a scream of pain but despite being hit with a huge voltage he did not die. After a minute she spits out the wire and was left with a smoking with Hassan.
"…QU'EST-CE QUE C'ÉTAIT!?" (… WHAT THE HELL, WAS THAT!?) Èlisa asked, only for Hassan to turn on his side and vomit up a huge amount of insects out onto the carpet.
"Ugh, insulte sur blessure." (Ugh, insult upon the injury.) Audrey said looking down at the stain on her antique Rug.
"Sérieusement!? On vient d'assister à... un putain de miracle et tu te plains du tapis?" (Seriously!? We just witnessed… a fucking miracle and your complaining about the rug?) Èlisa snaps in rage.
"Faites attention à vos paroles, Miss Bensson. Je suis conscient des événements étranges, mais cela ne nécessite pas un langage aussi grossier." (Mind your words Miss Bensson. I am aware of the strange events but it call for no need of such fowl language.) Audrey reprimands. The two shortly get into an argument about the importance of mannerisms in a situation like this. However Nora was busy looking over the vomited insects. Her idea as crazy as it was actually worked.
By giving Hassan an aura, she fortified his body enough to take an electrical charge that would fry a normal humans body. But killing whatever was inside him as well. However she did not expect to see burnt bugs slump out of mouth. Looking over the mess on the ground, she see's one cockroach struggling out of the pile of burnt corpses. It struggled with it's limbs paralized from the shock. As it finally crawls out from the pile. Moving towards the window only for Nora to kill it under her boot. As she wipes the puss from under her boot, she hears a faint voice.
"…Non-ra o… o-ùr?" (No-ra… whe… whe-re?) Hassan struggled to say before vomiting again.
"Hé, ne parle pas." (Hey, don't speak.) Nora said trying to comfort her friend. "Un médecin est en route." (A doctor is on his way.)
As she rubbed her friends hand he musters aloud, "La chose… à… à, le musée." (The thing… at… at, the museum.)
"Ne t'inquiète pas." (Don't worry.) Nora says with a smile before becoming serious. Standing up she heads for the door, as she exits the scene goes dark with her word being the last thing he heard. "Je vais régler ça une fois pour toutes." (I'm going to settle that once and for all)
The Scene opens up on the host of this story. Practicing a Violin.
Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here. So, this chapter was much more interesting then the last. Not every day we get to hear the music of Zann… granted it's a flawed copy. But enough to do some damage once the 9th is completed oh, spoilers to you music lovers out there. In any case some interesting development. Hassan has an Aura now. But what will this street urchin womanizer have for an aura? Let me know your thoughts below.
Now onto your comments and questions.
From Blackwing8: Sadly it seems the bugs were not so keen on her. Can you guess what it is?
Oh, she is. Marianne gave her blessing and she marches for her, Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité!
Thanks for writing Blackwing8
From Crimsonweresloth: Easy Crimson. This isn't Kaiserich. Best to tolerate the reds till later. (They are needed for the French resistance)
Thanks for writing Crimsonweresloth
From Dustiniz117: Hey been awhile since I heard from you. Thanks.
Witch? Oh, you mean the late Sarra Hawkins? Her paintings are sadly lost. Only Yog would know where. As for the paintings themselves, it is of the past when Gérald LeBeau was alive, however you were spot on about the paintings being alive. As for the Grimm… you will get your wish on that, but you are far to early for that.
Heh maybe but let me assure you Jaune doesn't or ever knock up Yang… but he does knock up someone else. (Won't say. It's too juicy to)
Thanks for writing Dustiniz117
Well now that is done, I must return to writing the 9th for the next chapter. But in the meantime let me ask you something. Should I write a side story chapter? For instance that diary Nora has, it can be qualified as a Mythos Book. It will give her a glimpse of the past, a horrible and terrifying past, but important none the less. I might sprinkle them around as singular chapters, keep up the suspense. But let me know down bellow with a comment or question. Following the story will help as well.
Thill then, this is Wombag1786 signing off.