Monday, 29 October 2012

Part Fourteen

Chanoro dearly wanted to turn around and head back, to be with the others, to stay safe, but he had his mission, he squashed asll resistance within him and stepped on the accelerator, the supercar leapt forwards and raced onwards, Chanoro, though still unaware that he was being followed, was taking no chances.

Six eyes opened wearily, three hearts began rhythmically pumping, three brains began working as one.
The one they called Leader spoke to them, "the time has come," it said, in a voice like crackling parchment, you both know what we must do. The other two stared at each other, then back at it, then, together, they stood. Joining hands they stood in a triangle, power pulsing through their ancient veins. Three mouths opened, and a new, ancient voice spoke through all three mouths, "the time has come, the mighty one must be released into the world, he shall be reborn!" Their voices mingled in an undulating, pulsing scream of joy.

Darkeye reached through the apparition's chest and tore the soul right out of its body, the thing collapsed in a heap of dust, he turned and grabbed a zombie by its torn shirt and spun it around, hurling it through the broken window with a giant crash. He staggered, no, it couldn't be, he twirled and kicked another zombie in the face, sending its head rolling from its shoulders, his vision blurred.
"NO!" he screamed, "its half a century too early," he leapt into the air, landing in a crouch, then sprung at the ceiling, punching through and soaring out into the night, a trail of sparks following in his wake.

In the heart of a dying star, a great wave of dark matter burst into existence, becoming physical for one billionth of a second before winking back out of existence, the resulting energy wave tore the star from its orbit, even as it collapsed in on itself, forming what appeared to be a black hole, a gaping portal to who-knows-where. But the rent in space and time suddenly widened, a giant form, compromised of dark matter and light burst forth from the rift, entering our reality and solidifying into a form that was semi-classifiable within our laws of physics, the black hole meanwhile, swallowed itself, imploding with incredible force, sending the newly-awakened lifeform spinning off on a direct course for a certain blue and white planet, orbiting a young star.

Many have wondered how the almost limiless power of Archangel Hex to see all of time appears to him, as the demon's red eyes became cloudy, he smiled at man's potential for good, at their ingenuity and will to live, he saw infinite futures, and one past. He frowned, he could see possibilities coming together, joining and binding until the streams of destiny became five, two were clouded and hidden from him, two were a simple continuation of current events, for a period of roughly thirty years, and the last, the last was infinite bleakness, a desolate universe, devoid of life or purpose, but after fifty years, all continued as normal, other than the bleak stream. He awoke from the trance, he glanced at his hand, the ring on the middle finger was glowing, pulsing, a violent, dominating yellow, he knew what it meant, he looked up at the night sky, a tiny pinprick of yellow light winked at him from the depths of space.
"So soon," he muttered, "so be it," and he sighed a deep sigh, he snapped his fingers and dissappeared in a cloud of red smoke, which dissipated in the sudden winds that whipped the shorefront, sending jets of foam washing against the beach hut.

Octaboona Ambrosius sat at the head of the table, hands resting his lap, lost in thought as Pyro tapped nervously on the tabletop, Kallista rocked back and forth in her chair and Red perched on the edge of the table, meditating. Red opened her eyes and Octaboona looked up as Gideon Solace and Quinnera Elviana entered the great hall. Quinn popped another lolipop in her mouth and thought deeply, Gideon spoke almost immedietely, "So," he said with an air of command, "what do we know so far?"
They stared at him until Red spoke up, at which point all eyes turned towards her, "I had a dream," she said, "a dream about Chan, he's in danger, and I think I know where he's going." Octaboona stood up, "and where exactly is he going?" he asked. "I don't know the place, but I can take you there," Red said, with and air of sorrow, Pyro-Dawn squeezed her hand. "Then I believe," said Octaboona, "that we should be going, lead the way, if you please," he said, gesturing towards Red.
As one they stood, and walked out of the great hall and towards the sunlight streaming through the great doors that stood wide open. The search had begun.

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Part 13

Chanoro woke with a start, the dream had startled him awake with its vividness, he knew what he had to do now, he knew... Chanoro groaned as the hangover hit him, he vaguely remembered having stolen Pyro's champaigne-and Kallista's.....and Ven's. He was aware of a throbbing pain in his left ankle, to add to the lightning bolts of pain in both his temples, he really should have drunk less, he remembered the need to remember something, he couldn't quite recall what. His dream! He remembered now, he threw off his covers, clambered groggily out of bed, and opened the door of his room. He tiptoed silently down the hallway, trying to remember what room Pyro was in, he opened what he hoped was the right door, he tiptoed in and closed the door with barely a whisper. Red lay asleep, curled up on her side like a cat, a warm smile on her face, Pyro sat cross-legged on his bed, watching her breathe. He looked up at Chanoro in surprise, and Chanoro placed a finger to his lips, signalling that he should remain silent. He gestured for Pyro to follow him and then walked to the door, he slipped out into the corridor, Pyro followed him, closing the door behind him. Chanoro walked a short way and then turned to face the expectant teenager, "I'm leaving," he said suddenly. Pyro was quiet for a second, "you're leaving without telling the others?" he asked quietly, "yes," said Chanoro, "I had a...... Premonition, a vision, whatever you want to call it," Pyro stared at him, uncomprehending, "I know what I have to do," he said, sighing, "but I must go alone, it would put the others in danger to come with me." "But why are you telling me?" asked Pyro, confused, "Because," said Chanoro, smiling thinly at him, "you have a great part to play in this adventure, too, and you play it here." He placed a hand on Pyro's shoulder, "you have a great destiny before you, Pyro-dawn Tyromant," "a great destiny indeed!" and with that he turned and strode off towards the front of Elysium Asylum.

Confused and puzzled, Pyro-Dawn walked slowly towards Octaboona's room, which he was sharing with kallista, deep in thought, he did not notice a shadowy form detatch itself from the wall and race off after Chanoro, its feet making no sound as it padded through the dark hallway.

Kallista and Octaboona were holding a whispered discussion, sitting up in bed, Kallista was giggling as she hurled a pillow at Octa, he deflected it easily and then sent it zooming back at her head, she ducked and the pillow flew straight at Pyro's face, Octaboona stopped it two centimetres from his nose. Seeing the look on Pyro's face, Kallista stopped laughing and sat up, "what's the matter Pyro?" she asked, "Chan's gone," Pyro said simply, and left the room. Kallista looked worriedly at Octa and then hurried out of bed, grabbing a dressing gown and following Pyro, Octa quickly changed into some robes he found in a wardrobe in the corner of the room and followed her.

Quinnera Elviana sat bolt upright in bed, she had seen what Chanoro had seen, only she had seen what he had missed, she quivered with anxiety as she planned how to make things right, grabbing a strawberry-flavoured lollipod from her dresser, she jumped out of bed and left her room, slamming the door behind her. Evverisse Eterna, who was sharing the room with Quinn, woke with a start, she looked around quickly, then shoved her pillow over her head, and went back to sleep.

As Chanoro left Elysium Asylum, he took a small device from the pocket of his jeans and pressed a button, he broke into a run, as he reached the road, a gleaming silver Jaguar C-X75 drew up beside him, doors open, and he vaulted inside. As the sports car streaked away, a black Lamborghini Cnossus materialised just long enough for a shadowy figure to leap into it before it became invisible again, and roared off in pursuit of the Jaguar.

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Part Eleven/Twelve-(Christmas/Chanukah special!)

Pyro-Dawn, Kallista, Dragona, Gambit and Octaboona relaxed in the seats of the luxurious jet as it soared across the ocean, Kallista looked upwards towards the control cabin, smiling as the door hissed open and a cloaked figure strode out onto the bridge, making eye contact with him as he looked down at her, the figure smiled. He swung himself over the railings and jumped, flipping and landing in a crouch as his imapct-boots hissed as they absorbed the impact, he stood up and came towards them. Israel Elysium smiled as Kallista waved frantically at him and screamed, "ISRAEL!" She launched herself at him and he was crushed in one of Kal's classic bear-hugs. Kallista withdrew from I srael as Dragona walked forward, holding out his hand, Israel said, "I am honoured to meet you Mr. Pine, your reputation proceeds you," Dragona shook and muttered something gruffly, while Octaboona approached with Pyro-Dawn in tow. "So," Israel said, "The Ancient One and The Child of Legend," nodding to Octaboona and staring hard at Pyro before placing a hand on his shoulder, "I have heard great things of you from both ancient prophecy and present-day sorcerer alike," Israel said, looking deep into Pyro's eyes. Pyro-Dawn saw what looked like millions of photographs and pictures, great flames and cities burning, apocalypses and alternate realities in Israel's eyes, but before he could be sure, they vanished and Israel broke eye contact and let go of his shoulder. Pyro thought he caught the traces of a smile on Israel's lips before he turned around and walked over to Gambit, who stood awkwardly on the sidelines, he walked straight past Gambit, as if he hadn't seen him, Gambit looked at the floor and grinned, Kallista couldn't understand why Israel was being so rude, but she said nothing, and went back to her seat, deep in thought. Israel walked back to the cockpit, he strapped himself into the pilot's seat and de-activated the auto-pilot, he thought about the curious expression he had glimpsed on kallista's face as he had walked to the bridge, almost anger but more astonishment and confusion, he couldn't understand what he had done wrong, she had been staring at a spot of empty space between Octaboona and Dragona, "I wonder," he thought aloud, but then concentrated on piloting the jet and not crashing into a mountain.

Chanoro and Red walked through the desert, as they went, Chanoro left a trail of ice behind him so that Kallista and the others could find them, he looked up at the sound of roaring engines and realised he had no need of a trail, the jet circled and landed, sending great clouds of sand and dirt as it did so, Chanoro and Red turned around, coughing and spluttering from the choking fog. A figure in a long black trench coat jumped from the jet, not waiting for the ramp to descend, Chanoro walked towards him until they were only a few feet away, solemly, Chanoro held out his hand, curled into a fist, Israel Elysium brofisted him and then they both broke into hearty laughter and came together in a hearty hug, (with a bit of back-slapping and wrestling, you get the picture), they broke apart and began talking in earnest, catching up on each other's lives since the last time they had seen each other. Red looked on in bewilderment until Chanoro suddenly remembered her, "Israel, meet Red," he said, gesturing, "Red, meet Israel, well, you get it," Red and Israel began talking, suddenly, a great shout erupted from the plane, "CHANOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kallista screamed, flying at Chan and flattening him in a great bear-hug, "Kallista, can't breath!" Chanoro gasped beneath the onslaught, "sorry Chan," she said, letting him go and helping him to his feet, a dusty and very dishevelled Chanoro climbed to his feet, he tried to dust himself down: he failed. Miserably.
They made their way back to the jet and climbed aboard, Israel ran to the cockpit and as the doors closed, they took off into the desert air, speeding away and narrowly missing a small mountain as Kallista decided to hug Israel another time.

When they got back to Elysium Asylum, they found that it was very dark and gloomy, Israel flicked a light switch, nothing happened, "well this looks ominous," he said, "I'll just start the back-up generator," he walked the the wall and pulled a lever, the lights flickered on briefly and then died, "not good," Israel said, "not good at all." They walked in silence throught the halls until they came to the central sitting room, , suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them and they realised that they were trapped, "wait a minute," Pyro said, "where's kal gone? She was here a minute ago," just then, the light came on, they all sighed witjh relief. A stifled giggle sounded from somewhere, "Kal?" Chanoro asked, "is that you?" "SUUUUUURRRRRRRPRRRRRRRRRISSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" lots of people screamed at the same time, all bursting out from behind sofas and chairs, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" screamed Skyril Oblivion, "HAPPY CHANUKAH!" shouted Thor, swinging his hammer and accidentally decapitating a nearby statue, everyone laughed and began chatting and talking, walking among the crowds and generally having a good time, Israel brought in a few bottles of champagne and everyone started drinking merrily, Pyro was about to take a sip from his glass when both Chanoro and Kallista made a grab for his glass, Kallista slipped on a conveniently placed banana peal and fell onto one of the sofas, Chanoro ungraciously downed the glass in one go, "you see, " the dishevelled kallista said, "I did that on purpose to distract him and give you a chance to get the drink," and everyone laughed. Israel tapped his spoon on his glass and called for attention, "now listen everyone, time for Christmas and Chanukah presents now, but first, anyone who wishes to may light a chanukiah, Octaboona carried some boxes in, all with chanukias in them, and loads and loads of candles, Chanoro, Pyro-Dawn, Octaboona and Thor took chanukiahs, Kallista took one to join in and then decided she wanted to do two, "well if I can't do two then I shall have to do three," she said and was promptly left to do whatever she wanted, after the blessings and candles and stuff, everyone looked at the christmas tree, mounds of presents spilled around it, just waiting to be opened. Of course, chaos insued, as one, they dived towards the christmas tree, bringing it down and throwing presents everywhere, screaming and shouting, throwing presents and warapping paper everywhere, when they had finished, they each took a chair or sofa cushion and sat on the floor, toasts where made and everyone got even more drunk than they had before, Pyro guarded his drink fiercely and fought Chanoro for it, setting his shirt on fire, and making him laugh as he froze it, beds were made and everyone went quietely upstairs, ready for bed and any adventures that the morning would bring them, each one of them slept as if they were drugged, or drunk, (which they were!), and would remember that night for years to come, cherising it as one of the happiest nights of their lives.

Merry Christmas and happy Chanukah to all!

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Part Ten



Oh, and Red, this part is for you as it is where you are introduced into my fanfic....
Part Ten

As Chanoro ran, he left a trail of vapour behind him, using jets of ice, he built up momentum quickly, he sped across the ground and half-crouching, he sprung in an almighty leap and hurtled skywards. He concentrated on his right fist and it became surrounded with a shell of compact ice, he swung and threw a staggering punch to the side of the beast's jaw, it roared and stumbled backwards as Chanoro flicked daggers of ice at its eyes, it swatted at him, but he redirected the flow of the ice and sped out of reach, he flew back and suddenly the beast reared up and crushed him beneath one of its giant claws, Chanoro's arms were lacerated by the razor-sharp talons, he almost screamed but managed to hold it together. Suddenly, Arrius came running up, he was carrying a heavy-looking club and proceeded to batter at the beasts leg, unsurprisingly, without great effect, the beast turned slowly to stare at him but oblivious, he continued to attack. It swatted lazily at him and he flew backwards into a tree, he did not move. Chanoro felt himself slipping away from conciousness as the beast crushed him further beneath its great fist, suddenly, the beast roared as a powerful torrent of water struck it in the eye, it reared on two legs and roared, but the roar turned to an aproximation of a scream as another jet of water (-which from the steaming Chanoro assumed was boiling), struck the beast in the face. A figure with a fiery mane of bright-red hair came into view, she flung her arms wide and a torrent of water streamed from her towards the creature. With all his strength, Chanoro raised one arm and concentrated hard, his hand glowed with brilliant white light and he flexed his fingers towards the beast's face, as the water struck, it hardened, turning to ice and encasing the beast in a crytal-like shell that spread quickly over the entirety of the beast's body, there wa\s a xcracking sound and the beast slid over onto its side, thankfully away from, rather than on top of, Chanoro. Chanoro slowly tgot to his feet, he appraised the girl with a quizzical eye, "thank you," he said, "but who are you exactly?" the girl smiled, "people call me Red," she said, then, gesturing to her hair, "Red Waterfall."

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Part Nine

Part Nine

Gambit ran into the room, brandishing a newspaper in his right hand, Kallista looked up from the book that she was reading and got up from the sofa, walking anxiously over to Gambit as he waved to her exitedly and said, "look what I found," "what is it?" she said, her interest piqued. "Read the headline," Gambit said, desturing to the large title and picture, the headline read 'Unidentified projectile over Texas' "see," Gambit said, pointing at the picture of what was to the normal eye, a firework or some other type of flare, but to Kallista it was obvious, "Chan!" she exclaimed as Gambit sighed and folded the newspaper, "at last," he said, "now, lets go tell the others."
Pyro-Dawn rubbed his hands in the cold spring sunlight and a ball of flame danced between his fingertips, he began to feel the warmth of the flame spreading throughout his body. He smiled at the flickering light that he had always been able to produce, it comforted him, they were all stressed out, Chanoro had been missing for weeks. Suddenly, Kallista burst through the door, "We've found Chan!" she said excitedly, Pyro-Dawn smiled, he was relieved after having heard nothing of his new friend, "Where is he?" was all Pyro could think of to say. "Look," she said, thrusting the paper into his hands, he quickly scanned the headline, "the Atacama desert?" he asked quizzicaly, "yes," Kallista confirmed impatiently, "now come on, we need to get moving." Pyro walked with her back inside and saw Gambit pacing the corridor, "Ah," he said, "Pyro, you've heard the news then?" "Yes," he answered, "does Gideon know?" "Not yet, but we can't find him," Gambit said, chewing his thumbnail, "he's been on the watch for him, he'll probably get there before we do." "Well," Kallista mused, "we should get a move on before someone else finds him," "we'll need to regroup with the others," Gambit said, "I'll try to reach them, be back in an hour," and he left the room, closing the door behind him.


Chanoro raced across the icy desert, Arrius at his side, struggling to keep up with him, "Quickly!" he shouted, shooting a pulse of ice over his shoulder, the missile impacted and something snarled in the darkness. He turned quickly while he was running and shot the beast point blank with a storm of ice, the creature faltered and then fell to the ground, frozen solid, he turned back and almost crashed into Arrius who had stopped to stare at something further forward in the darkness. He stopped and tried to see what had caused his cousin to stop, a great roar sounded from the mists before them. A thud shook the ground under their feet, a patch of blackness darker than the shadows around it shifted into view, then, Chanoro realised what it was. He pushed Arrius hard and he fell away to the side as a creat claw sliced the air where he had been standing a second before, Chanoro clicked his fingers and raised his arms, he shot twin streams of ice at the mammoth creature and ran forward. He shut off the streams of ice and spread his arms wide behind him, he leapt and a fan of air propelled him forwards, he brought his hands together and sent a supersonic pulse of icy particles and a wall of sound at the beast. He was heading straight towards the fast opening jaws of the beast, at the last moment he twisted and shot a stream of ice at the eyes of the creature, propelling himself away from immediete danger, the beast roared and a great fist knocked Chanoro out of the air, sending him skidding across the ground, plowing a furrow in the desert sand, he travelled approximetely twenty five metres before stopping. He propped himself up on his elbows, he shook his head, "that was a good one," he said, "I'll give you that," and he rose and stood, he balled his fists and ran towards the beast...


Friday, 30 September 2011

Part Eight

Part Eight

Sauron Nightshade landed in a crouch and then stood tall and straight as he was bathed in moonlight.
Chanoro landed as best he could, he used ice to cushion his fall and rolled to lessen the impact, his shoulder hit the ground and a spike of pain made him grit his teeth. Arrius Triskelion landed in a piece of bushy scrub off to the left and then thudded hard into the ground, he did not get up.
"So Chanoro," Sauron said with a wicked grin, "its just you and me now," and he flicked a blade of shadows at the weakened elemental, Chanoro leapt to the side, barely deflecting the lethal shadows. Still smiling, the necromancer flung his arms wide and a wall of shadows streamed towards Chanoro, he raised his arms and sent a blast of ice to intercept the great wall of shadows heading straight towards him. There was a whistling and the blade of an enormous scythe came from nowhere and split the shadows either side of Chanoro, the giant figure wielding the scythe then turned to face Nightshade. "Weak human," the figure said in a voice that could grind stone, "your time has come," so saying, he smacked the base of his scythe on the ground and the earth shook. A wave of shadows so dark that they seemed to suck the light inwards, descended on the necromancer. As the wave met him, time seemed to slow down, he turned and just before the shadows caught him, his eyes met Chanoro's and he was smiling. A bloody mist descended on the spot where he had been standing, the giant turned to Chanoro, then walked away, its giant strides taking it into the distance, "who are you?" Chanoro shouted after it as he stumbled to his feet, the figure turned once and gave a flicker of a smile, "I," it said, "am Death," and with that it strode of into the night.
Chanoro walked over to where Arrius had landed, he lay very still, quickly, Chanoro put two fingers to his neck and felt for a pulse, he felt it, very weak, but definitely there. He breathed a sigh of relief, he would have never forgiven himself if he had simply allowed one of his friends to die, especially after Arrius had saved his life. "I hope they'll find us before someone else does," he sighed. He raised his arm and pointed at the sky, opening his fist, he shot a brilliant pulse of white light at the sky, it rocketed upwards and exploded in a shower of frost. Chanoro sat down on the cold ground, and meditated...

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Part Seven

Part Seven

When Chanoro opened his eyes, he was in a blindingly white room, the walls were blank and the only pieces of furniture in the room were the chair he was sitting in and the chair of the man facing him. "Chanoro, I see that you are awake," the man said. Suddenly, with the sound of a million vibrating filaments, Chanoro was forced back to the present. He jerked awake, the wound in his chest sending him into spasms of pain, Kallista looked at him in concern, she gently stroked the hair off his face. His eyes snapped open and he screamed as the thing in his chest seemed to burrow deeper into him. Kallista whispered soothingly in his ear as Dragona handed a large pair of tongs back to Gideon, Gideon took aim and plunged the tongs into Chanoro's chest, his eyes dilated and he submitted to the darkness of unconciousness.
When he came to for the second time he was in what appeared to be a hospital ward, a figure was standing over him with its hand on his chest, an icy sensation filled the wound and was then replaced with a flood of warmth that spread out along his whole body. "Arrius?" he asked incredulously, "hush, old friend," the figure said, putting a finger to his lips, "stay still and don't talk, it will speed up the healing process." Kallista walked into the room, she beamed when she saw that he was awake and ran over to hug him, but Arrius lifted his arm and held her back, "patience Kallista, he needs to rest,"
"of course Arrius, I'm sorry," she said, looking down at her shoes, she smiled and looked back up again at Chanoro, "how are you doing, Chan?" she asked him, "I'm feeling a bit groggy and pretty dizzy but Arrius' healing seems to have done the trick," he said, smiling. Suddenly, he remembered, "the remnants!" he exclaimed, "what," "its all fine, Chanoro," interrupted Gambit Aurora from the other side of the room, Chanoro relaxed, the vision of his old teacher, Ocularis Infinity, had greatly disturbed him and he had temporarily forgotten the events leading up to his injury.
"So," Chanoro began, "they're all back in the Midnight hotel then," "not exactly," said Gambit, picking what looked like a piece of a remnant from his shoulder. "But," Chanoro began to ask, "how?..."
Gambit looked slyly at him and tapped the bridge of his nose. "Well, I think that you had better all leave now," Arrius said, gesturing for them to leave, as Gideon left the room, he turned to look back at Chanoro, with a snarl, Sauron Nightshade leapt from the shadows, grabbing Chanoro and a surprised looking Arrius and shadow-walking away. He ran back into the room in time to glimpse Gambit Aurora grab hold of Sauron before they dissapeared in a whirl of shadows. Kallista and Pyro ran back into the room, "Where are they?" gasped Kallista at the same time as Pyro said, "what happened?" Gideon turned to face them, "they're gone he said and he walked from the room.