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Chapter 4
Justifying The Means
Deep underground, in a large room the size of a Greek theater:
"So," He said in a chillingly calm voice. "So, you failed." The biker, in life known as Jacob 'Bowie' Smith, kneeling on the ground stammered "B-but I won't fail you again! I can do this! P-PLEASE!!" Darus scowled. "Do you know what I want?" The biker didn't answer right away, so Darus continued. "I WANT PEACE! I watched these pitiful creatures from the day of their creation. They don't understand that to live in harmony, they must stop fighting." Darus was pacing now, deep in thought. He was a man with black, slicked back hair and a thin mustache. He wore a plain black suit with a red hankerchief in the breast pocket, and round glasses covering his eyes with dark lenses. "I can lead them to saftey, but how do I stop their battles?"
Jacob was frozen in fear of rousing his master from thought and being destroyed. He understood that men like him were taken, not quite to Hell, but to the presence of this man Darus. He stole a quick glance around. It was a crowd of people sitting in orderly rows, each from a different era. One man wore a smart grey military uniform covered with medals and a sinister red band and swastika wrapped around his forearm. Another man nearby wore a suit that had not been in style since around 1935. He wore a brimmed hat with a bandana around the lower half of his face, and his clothing smelled of whiskey and gun powder. Jacob reflected on where he came from. His nickname came from the Bowie knife he used to rob people in his hometown of Clarksville, Utah. An older man had resisted his attempt and Jacob was forced to kill him. He knew that every man sitting in this room was guilty of crimes beyond redemption, but waiting for orders from the master they were forced to serve.
"Stop their will, and I stop their desire to fight." Darus stopped pacing and smiled. "In terms of peace, freedom may have to be surrendered, and dreams must be censored. I want to make this world the utopia it was meant to be." His smile melted away. "But that girl, Kaylin, could ruin everything!" His expression was of rage. "I will not allow this child, born with the dormant power of those foolish Gifted, to interfere! I am the one who shall lead this world to peace!"
Darus seemed to remember Jacob was kneeling before him. "Please master," he sobbed. "Please, spare me and I shall never fail you again!" Darus looked thoughtful. "I gather your kind here to use the tools of evil and corruption to create a world of good and prosperity. It seems, however, failure can't be tolerated." Jacob's eyes grew wide, and he screeched "NO! MASTER!" But Darus kneeled infront of Jacob until their eyes were level. Then, slowly, he removed his glasses. Jacob screamed in a way that was nothing short of an abomination to nature. Darus's eyes were, in fact, flame. The whites were flickering gold and the pupils were burning blue with a white hot point at the center. His eyes didn't burn past his face, remaining perfectly fitted inside his eye sockets. The images Jacob saw in those eyes should never be seen by any man, good or evil, dead or alive. Darus reduced the man to ashes, which were promptly abosrbed in spirals into his coal black suit. "Now then, you two are next. Remember the price for failure." The men he sent out next, one in the grey military suit of the Second World War, and one in the ruined suit of a 1930's gangster, quickly turned to smoke and floated upwards and through the ceiling. "You better not fail me." Darus said to himself. "I may be this world's last chance for redemption. I promised my brothers that, and I will stop them at all costs."
Justifying The Means
Deep underground, in a large room the size of a Greek theater:
"So," He said in a chillingly calm voice. "So, you failed." The biker, in life known as Jacob 'Bowie' Smith, kneeling on the ground stammered "B-but I won't fail you again! I can do this! P-PLEASE!!" Darus scowled. "Do you know what I want?" The biker didn't answer right away, so Darus continued. "I WANT PEACE! I watched these pitiful creatures from the day of their creation. They don't understand that to live in harmony, they must stop fighting." Darus was pacing now, deep in thought. He was a man with black, slicked back hair and a thin mustache. He wore a plain black suit with a red hankerchief in the breast pocket, and round glasses covering his eyes with dark lenses. "I can lead them to saftey, but how do I stop their battles?"
Jacob was frozen in fear of rousing his master from thought and being destroyed. He understood that men like him were taken, not quite to Hell, but to the presence of this man Darus. He stole a quick glance around. It was a crowd of people sitting in orderly rows, each from a different era. One man wore a smart grey military uniform covered with medals and a sinister red band and swastika wrapped around his forearm. Another man nearby wore a suit that had not been in style since around 1935. He wore a brimmed hat with a bandana around the lower half of his face, and his clothing smelled of whiskey and gun powder. Jacob reflected on where he came from. His nickname came from the Bowie knife he used to rob people in his hometown of Clarksville, Utah. An older man had resisted his attempt and Jacob was forced to kill him. He knew that every man sitting in this room was guilty of crimes beyond redemption, but waiting for orders from the master they were forced to serve.
"Stop their will, and I stop their desire to fight." Darus stopped pacing and smiled. "In terms of peace, freedom may have to be surrendered, and dreams must be censored. I want to make this world the utopia it was meant to be." His smile melted away. "But that girl, Kaylin, could ruin everything!" His expression was of rage. "I will not allow this child, born with the dormant power of those foolish Gifted, to interfere! I am the one who shall lead this world to peace!"
Darus seemed to remember Jacob was kneeling before him. "Please master," he sobbed. "Please, spare me and I shall never fail you again!" Darus looked thoughtful. "I gather your kind here to use the tools of evil and corruption to create a world of good and prosperity. It seems, however, failure can't be tolerated." Jacob's eyes grew wide, and he screeched "NO! MASTER!" But Darus kneeled infront of Jacob until their eyes were level. Then, slowly, he removed his glasses. Jacob screamed in a way that was nothing short of an abomination to nature. Darus's eyes were, in fact, flame. The whites were flickering gold and the pupils were burning blue with a white hot point at the center. His eyes didn't burn past his face, remaining perfectly fitted inside his eye sockets. The images Jacob saw in those eyes should never be seen by any man, good or evil, dead or alive. Darus reduced the man to ashes, which were promptly abosrbed in spirals into his coal black suit. "Now then, you two are next. Remember the price for failure." The men he sent out next, one in the grey military suit of the Second World War, and one in the ruined suit of a 1930's gangster, quickly turned to smoke and floated upwards and through the ceiling. "You better not fail me." Darus said to himself. "I may be this world's last chance for redemption. I promised my brothers that, and I will stop them at all costs."
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A Second Chance: Chapter 2
“I should’ve been more straightforward on that,” she remarked as they fell into step together. “I’m Megan, or Meg as my friends call me.”
“Well, Megan, I’m Eli-” he started to introduce himself before stopping himself. “Just Eli.” He couldn’t risk giving his full name, what if someone heard or there were already word of him running away from the castle? He just had to go with that for now.
“Well, Just Eli,” Megan teased, “what brings you out here in our neck of the woods?”
“Was that a pun?” he grinned.
“Maybe,” she laugh
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Transpiration Chapter 1
"I miss him so much Astrid, I just wish I could see him again..." Hiccup said, almost drawing a tear to view, he trusted Astrid with every emotion he has, even the non-manly ones, that a Viking shouldn't have, like sadness, well.... the kind that puts you on your knees, crying, begging all the gods to give something back, or reverse time to an earlier point, although it was the former for Hiccup,
"I miss Stormfly just as much, you know, but in my heart, i knew it had to be done, Hiccup, they are with their kind, it, in a way, made it better.... At least for me it did," Astrid said, trying to cheer up her husband, with little success, it only
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Keeping the Nightmares Away (Agatha and Zeetha)
The Circus had camped down for the night, and Zeetha's shift on night watch was over. Now that Captain Kadiiski was keeping an eye on things, she decided to head back to her own wagon to clean her swords and rest, or at least to meditate. Passing by the Baba Yaga, she heard soft sounds coming from inside the wagon. They weren't pleasant ones, and she paused, listening harder. A muffled scream made her start, and she peered beneath the shutters to see Agatha thrashing in her bed, obviously in the throes of a nightmare.
"Agatha
" she called softly. "Wake up
"
There was no response, and she heard a low, pained moan escape Agath
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