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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