Saturday, January 6, 2007

Dem & Darren Leisle Chapter Two
Chapter Two:
Marionette

A woman in a red ball gown danced around the lovely ball room, golden and warm. A giant chandelier hovered over the great area, massive arched windows and a circular floor. Clean to the point of seeing your reflection and a soft serenade of music through out the vast alcove, as the women danced. She twirled around the marble floor and moved with her hands, her hair flowing in the wind. She spun around once more and collided into the arms of a young man in an elegant tuxedo, together they danced. On the other side of the grand room where two giant mahogany doors beautifully sketched and decorated, they opened with a squeak. The person opening them struggled effortlessly with the weight of the tall wood.
“Madam Ambrosius, The Hunters are waiting.” The man in the tuxedo only remotely entering the room, the Lady stopped dancing and the man disappeared in a flutter of butterflies.
“Very well.” She briskly strode from the large ball room and down the rich red and gold hallway; the walls sparkled with the fancy gold frames of past members of the family, the floor lined with a red carpet and the cream of the walls and pottery giving a sense of royalty. The woman’s long brown hair was trailing behind her, a sign of her dignity and wore a beautiful amethyst purple gown; she had a lilac cloth draped across her shoulders and glitter under her eyes. Her feelings betrayed her face, Why were they here? They were not supposed to be here? Another set of giant mahogany doors bared her way to the foyer. Two men in knight armor stood like statues next to the doors, Madam Ambrosius stopped a few feet from the doors and the knight’s sprung to life, they turned around and opened up the doors with a moan of the wood and a grunt of the men.
In the centre of the foyer were two girls, one wearing a pink t-shirt and the other wearing a tank top.
“Dem and Darren, I must admit it is a pleasure, but why are you here?” Ambrosius walked to the girls and folded her arms in a motherly fashion. The girls smiled and hugged her; she looked taken aback but soon closed her eyes and hugged them back.
“Well we came back because there have been a wide spread of fires through out England lately, we were hoping that you knew something about it?” asked Dem. Darren smiled and looked into Ambrosius’s eyes.
“Well… No actually, Asgard has been on holidays as well as you two.” Madam Ambrosius smiled sheepishly. “Everyone needs one every once and a while, although Wyllt might know something? He should be in London by now; he is on a mission as well.” Madam Ambrosius hugged them again and left the foyer leaving the Twins behind. Dem and Darren looked at each other and left through the giant doors and down the courtyard to the car.
“Now Darren, try not to drool.” Dem smiled.
“What do you mean don’t drool.” Darren couldn’t help blushing.
“Wyllt Elisande is too old for you.”
“What are you talking about he is a year older then me Dem!” with another smile from them both they left Asgard in the car plane.

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South City
Pier 29

A milk curdling screech echoed through the docks. Dead bodies lying all over the molded wood and blood trailed everywhere. A teenager ran through all this, the screech was getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer. The ground shook; the boy jumped over two guards and headed for a warehouse. He had blonde hair and sea like blue eyes, his white shirt was stained with green and red blood and his jeans had tares in them. He held a sword in his right hand as he ran. From the darkness of the night a Snakes head came crashing down to the dock, it’s fangs dripping with venom, blood and god-knows-what. The wood went every which way and the sound the crash made was horrid. The boy jumped on the impact and flew over and landed in some crates. A loud hiss from the snake made the boy jump, the Snakes head lunged at him again. Within a flash the Snakes head had smashed into the crates, but when it reared its head there was no blood, no sign of life ended. Its eyes narrowed. The snakes heightened hearing picked up hastened footsteps heading for the warehouse, when it looked no one was there. It roared and trailed after its lost prey.
The boy ran into the warehouse and revealed his body, his power of invisibility helped for a moment but how long will it continue to, a Basilisk is and will always be a skilled hunter. He had to find a way to defeat it…it wasn’t exactly rocket science, or was it? A 100 meter Snake… venom and very pointy fangs. Nope never been good with math but that isn’t good. He looked franticly around the warehouse.
“Where’s he Darn it!” Said the teenager as the Basilisk charged through the metal wall and into the warehouse, the metal shards with the wood from the support beams and crates was shot everywhere the teenager jump to safety but was unlucky, a piece of metal had penetrated his left arm, he yelled in agony but quickly shut his mouth as he hid behind a forklift. The Snake licked the air sensing for its next prey, its giant dark abyss eyes blinked and narrowed as it felt the teenagers’ heat signature. It might have been big but it was silent. The teenager didn’t even notice it wriggle its head above the machine and lick at the air behind him as he tore of his shirt sleeve and wrapped it around his wound. The teenager leant against the forklift and breathed heavily, the Snakes head slithered around to the right side of the man made machine, while the teenager looked around the other side…silence, no sign of the Basilisk. The boy sighed with relief, he turned around and to his horror the Basilisk was staring face to face with him, its eyes full of blood yet to be spilled, a thirst of hunger, the Basilisk licked at the air and then connected to the teenager. Horror was pasted across his face as the slimy reptile opened its giant mouth, detaching it for the big morsel; saliva and rotten human flesh dripping from the fangs of a natural born killer. Gulping back the sting of death he closed his eyes, he could smell the creatures’ breath, and then nothing…no smell, no warmth of its breath. He opened his eyes to see a metal wall. But that wasn’t the end of the Basilisk it had been distracted by the one guy he had been waiting for, the teenager came out from the forklift and looked on as the Basilisk was fighting Solomon. Solomon was in his Dragon form, his black and red tinted scales and the sets of elegant wings, one set to fly and the other to warn, but both were used well for fighting.
Amidst the fighting the head of the Basilisk was glinting in the light, the great beast had an amulet on its head; the teenager looked on in horror.
“Solomon, the head!” Solomon looked at the Basilisks head as it lunged for him, its mouth open and ready to strike, missing its intended target the basilisk crashed into crates and a Demolisher. With another flap of his wings and a scratch with his claws, Solomon was up in the air circling the Snake. It was clueless as to where the Dragon went. Without warning the Snake gave to the teenager as a smile, it flicked up its tail and it struck down Solomon, the dragon fell into the cement floor creating a crater.
“Wyllt! The sword, use the sword!” Solomon was struggling to get up the Basilisk was getting closer to the Dragon, its fangs dripping. Wyllt ran from his hiding place and grabbed his sword, he wielded it like a medieval knight, and well of course he would. He was an Elisande, ancient knights endowed with magic. Witch Knights. But enough of the history lesson he had to stop that pain in the neck Snake. He spun the sword around striking the sword with magical properties, making it more powerful with the magic of the Elisande. Solomon struck at the Snake with fire; the beats reared up and roared a death tingling screech, enough to raise the dead. But hopefully it didn’t have that power. Wyllt got closer and closer noticing that the Snake had an Amulet on its head, not just a jewel but a purple one on the centre of what looked like a golden crown. Wyllt smiled, The Basilisk was being manipulated, like a Marionette an unworthy puppet to a grander creature, but for now he had to stop it. With the combination he gave the sword he thrusted the sword into the side of the Basilisks jaw, the meaty area between the top jaw and bottom, the Snake roared and writhed on the spot, flicking its tail hoping it would strike at the person dumb enough to attack. Solomon got to his feet full of strength and thrusted his Dragon claws through the Basilisks skull, the eyes of the Snake widened as the pain surged to its brain and ceased all functions, its eyes lost life and the amulet dimmed, Wyllt took out his sword as Solomon tore out his claws.
Solomon was soon surrounded by blue spiritual energy, it encased him in a cocoon but as soon as it appeared around him it dissipated and revealed Solomon’s’ Human form. He had short black hair and wore mostly black leather with metal restraints and a metal gauntlet. His eyes were reptilian, golden and cut. Surrounding the bottom of each eye, Solomon had greenish grey scales.
“Nice one Wyllt, I think you have gotten the hang of a sword.” Solomon smiled with some hint of appreciation. Wyllt’s face lightened up, it was so hard these days to get Solomon to have any appreciation for Witch’s or any other magical creature besides Dragons. Now a days Dragons were in charge of the Protection of Magical Creatures or the PMC as they like to be called.
“What do you suppose that Basilisk was up to?” Wyllt winced a little; in all the excitement he had forgotten his injury.
“Well before we determine what it was doing, we need to find out who was controlling it.” Solomon gave the Basilisk a fowl look as its body started to decay, its scales melting of and its eyes liquidizing in front of them.

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Monday, January 1, 2007

Dem & Darren Leisle
Chapter One:
Asgard

Red and blue lights flashed in tune with the sirens. Women and children screamed, men yelling at the top of their voice asking where their loved ones were. Rain pelted down from the grey smoky sky only being illuminated by the flames licking at the buildings. Four dead, three critically injured and many still unknown. The Paramedics circled the street and the firemen aiming at the homes and businesses that were ablaze. Policemen wrote notes in their pads, documenting the casualties and putting them into body bags laid out on the street like sacks of meat. A young woman belted a Policeman because her son was still in the apartment. Tears rolled down her face as she forced the feeling of foreboding down her throat, recollecting the words she wished she could say. Debris was shot down to the street, falling onto cars and people, windows exploded from the heat and rain, the shards of glass fell to the ground. A loud explosion from the taller building made everyone scream, fire and furniture tunneled up into the air with the fire, the top half buckled and moaned under pressure. The people on the street looked up at the building and backed up a bit. The building broke apart, the flames roared and screeched as the top part of the building fell.
Policemen and Firemen yelled at everyone to move. Women screamed in terror, men grabbed women by their arms and yanked them out of the way. A young boy stood in the centre of the street, amazed and stunned by the fire and sounds from the falling building. His lonely mother rushed to his side and grabbed him, but it was too late in a matter of seconds the fiery building would kill them both. The mother pushed her son down, the other people screamed and gasped, when the building crashed to the ground but it stopped, it had faulted in mid air. The building was still on fire, it was but a centimeter away from the mother and child. It was a miracle, but who caused it? A big flash of lightning made the whole street glow; another boom of the thunder entered the bodies of the cold and traumatized people. Next to an ambulance were two twins, females. Their long black and purple hair wet and blowing in the wind. The oldest wore a pink t-shirt that covered a stripy long sleeved shirt and blue jeans. The youngest wore a black tank top, stripy sleeves and blue jeans. Their black joggers were muddy and their faces were determined and still, Psychics. They had stopped the building top that was ablaze with telekinesis. Firemen raced to the mother and child, rushing them to safety. The girls held on the building until they released it; the building continued its course and exploded on the road. Pipes, cement and other architecture was blown to all parts of the street, people duct but some where to slow. A large metal pipe was flying rapidly towards an elderly man and his grandson. The girl in the pink t-shirt looked towards the old man and her fingers sparked a blue colour, transparent to everything in the neighborhood. She flicked her fingers towards him and a blue bubble surrounded the old man in time for the pipe to bend on contact to the force field.

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The rest of the civilians had been rushed off to the emergency ward for further treatment to make sure they were healthy. Firemen and Policemen wandered around the wreckage, the debris from the building was smoldering. The rain had slowly dissipated; the smoky cloud had only just lifted up. The sirens still sounded through the street and household people looked out of there balconies at the fire.
“Detective Riley.” The twins faced a tall thin man. Slender and mysterious like from old detective movies. He wore a grey hat on and a grey trench coat. The only time you sore his face was when he lifted his head to expel smoke. He turned around and stared down at the girls; he threw his cigarette to the wet ground and rubbed it into the cement.
“Ah, the Leisle twins.” He grabbed the top of his hat and took it of in a bow format. His brown scruffy hair was flattened, probably from the hat and sweat. He had small green eyes that were symmetrical in his face. The girls smiled at him softly. “Dem, are you wearing pink?” Detective Riley look stunned, the once solitude girl wearing a girls colour of pink.
“Yes well, Darren dressed me this morning.” The oldest twin, Dem looked at her child like sister in exasperation.
“My-my Darren, a tank top in this weather. You are brave.” The Detective swayed a little.
“It is always good to accessorize.” Darren put her hands on her hips and smiled at the Detective. She was innocent and charming, always good for getting what you want. Dem rolled her eyes. “Detective Riley, what happened here, is it a 419 or a 622?” Dem looked right into Riley’s eyes, not faulting with his eye movements.
“419. A Possible arson.” Riley turned around and looked at the building. “It wasn’t caused by gas or anything. No one has any clue how it started but we have pin pointed the location it started.” Riley put his hands in his pockets as he examined the expressions on the girl’s faces.
“Right, it started in the office cubical, 4 up and 6 across.” Darren looked up at the building as reconstructing what it looked like. Riley stared at her but knew of her power.
“Quit right. We believe it might be a Demonic arson.” Riley forced a snicker as he consulted the twins.
“Well.” Dem stepped forward and examined the scene. “Well it is magical, but I wouldn’t say Demonic.” Dem whirled around with her hands on her hips and nodded to her sister. “Ok thanks Detective, we got it from here.” Dem walked past Riley and collected her sister and they started to leave the scene. Riley stood there with his mouth open, even after all of this, it was still amazing that they need not a lot of information to be able to help.

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Dem and Darren walked up to the car, the black convertible, with pull up doors, cockpit type seats and windows. The car was like a torpedo. Dem went over to the driver’s side and looked over the top of the car at Darren.
“A fire starting without an accelerant, a magical aurora surrounding the scene, this isn’t making much sense.” Dem put her arm on the roof of the car and looked over to the road.
“Well, I did sense an evil presence there; the perp was there when we were.” Darren and Dem looked at each other with a confident look. “Best go see them then.” Dem nodded at Darren. Dem lifted up the car door and hopped in. Dem reached and turned the keys, the engine roared and rumbled underneath them. Dem put her foot down on the gas and the car took off down the road. The street lights flashed past the car, illuminating the cockpit type car, Darren looked out the window at the other cars. The car was getting close to where they needed to be, Dem pushed the stick into 4th gear and put her foot down on the gas. “Nearly there.”
Mountains started to form and the sea was starting to appear. On the edge of the cliff were steel polls keeping it a safe way for cars. Dem put her foot down and the car took off, it was getting closer to the cliff.
“Dem.”
“Not yet.”
“Dem.”
“Not yet.” The car was getting really close to the cliff face, the engine roaring and the tires scratching at the gravel.
“Dem!”
“Now!” Darren reached forward and pushed a button with a plane on it. The car grumbled underneath them, gears grinded. The car smashed through the steel polls provided by safety and was plummeting to the ocean. There was a click and then the car changed. The wheels folded into the bottom, an opening in the doors opened up and wings flicked out from the sides, the back of the car folded in and two rockets came out. With a bang nitrous and fuel exploded from the rockets and the once car was turned into a plane. Dem reared the plane up and the force of the rockets blew up the ocean in a wave, the plane revved and swiveled a little and then shot across the surface. Darren let out a yell of excitement while Dem stared down at the ocean; the ocean was beautiful it held many secrets.
The cockpit was still the same as it was when the plane was a car; the only modification was that the seats were smaller for the machine had made room for the rockets. Dem tapped the steering wheel every now and then and looked of to the horizon. Darren reached forward and pushed a few buttons on the navigator.
“30 degrees longitude and 45 degrees latitude arriving momentarily, we are nearly at the destination Dem.” Darren sat back observing the world map as it pinpointed the voice recognition. A red light beeped in the position instructed. Dem took her eyes of the ocean and looked at the navigator. “Ok then. Nearly there,” A large land mass appeared in front of them, in the middle of the ocean. They both smiled in unison. They were nearing their destination. The island was delicate and serene, a large mountain in the centre and a facility at its base, large tropical trees and animals everywhere.
“Asgard.” said Darren with a smile.

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