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Part 3 (unfinished)
0 ReviewsThe showdown between Silver and Zamaritha! The intro of our first comedian Kitt and some new enemies and allies.
The sun rose at 6:45AM that morning. It was now 7:36AM and Silver still trudged the forest floor looking for shelter. The trees gave him shade, which did little to battle the oncoming sun. Smoke was rising from his back. His clothes, it seems, gave as much protection as the petty shade the trees offered. His body swayed with each step. He felt like he was going to collapse any second. The forest in which he now haunted grew all around him; its trees were thin but plentiful. It was getting towards the end of Fall and the trees were mostly bald because of it. The forest had a sickly appearance to it, dry grass scarred with many skeletal trees and their naked branches.
Silver felt as if he were walking in a land of the dead. Then, something caught his eye. Deeper in the forest, a lone man sat on a rock. The young man noticed Silver's approach and jumped up from his rock; waving his hands vigorously above his head. When the vampire stumbled less than ten feet from the stranger he was able to discern what the young man looked like and wore. His facial features were much like Silver's own; high cheek bones, a defined jaw structure, a hard appearance. Even so, the stranger had a boyish charm about him that would make him almost irresistible to the opposite sex. His hair was fashion so that the back of his head and his sides started short, but blended into a full head of hair on front to where some parts barely cover his eyes. His clothes were all black, a collared long-sleeve shirt, breeches, and calf high boots. Which was strange in this hot weather, but that could just be the vampire's own perspective being that he feels like his skin is on fire, as it is indeed smoking.
"Hello, vampire! My name's Kitt and I'm here to help you on your way!"
"What?" Silver couldn't believe his luck. "Wh-where is some shelter?"
"No, no, no. you miss construed the message. I'm the Reaper for this forest! I'm here to help you into the next life! I'm kind of new here!"
"You sound so fucking excited. It's only my impending doom you talking about here. That's nothing important or something that should have some kind of weight to its message."
"I know!"
"Go to hell."
"No, no, no, that's where you're going."
"... I really don't like you."
"Why do you sound so angry? It’s actually a shame that your death is at hand. I'm sure you've heard of the reaper Zamaritha-"
"The old, ugly hag that apparently wants my life!" Butted in the vampire.
"No… A beautiful, old, POWERFUL hag that wants your life. What's with the puzzled look? It's because of you that she is this powerful. You see, reapers guide the souls of the dead, but in exchange for that service we reapers take some of the power those souls have. So, you destroyed a whole city, huh? WOW! That’s a big number!"
“So why does that make my death a shame?” The vampire asked as he started wearily walking in one direction.
“Well, you see, the big guy wants her dead.”
Silver gave a quizzical look at this statement, pointing to the sky as he did so.
“No! The Grim Reaper… big guy, bad skin, wears all black…”
“Why doesn’t he just kill her?”
“He can’t kill that which isn’t already dead…”
The reaper’s expression changed from that of boyish charm to a cold kind of seriousness that chilled the bone with its fierce stare. His voice shared expression with its tone and with his next words. “Just like all things created in this world, he is guided by rules and laws which cannot be broken. You can’t walk in the sunlight… so the people of this world can sleep well with the fantasy that you are of the unreal. Yet here you are in broad daylight, so your skin will burn till it sizzles off your back. If only it where just rules, though.
“If it where just rules; one of us, those faithful to our charge and duties, would happily kill her. She has declared war on the codes and rules that bind us and so on our master. Politics though, can be seen on all bases of the field, boy. And it’s no different in the Underworld; she has everyone scared of attacking her, the vampires, the werewolves, the demons, and all those in-between. Someone is backing her. Someone with enough power to set this world on fire.”
The reaper’s face brightened so quickly, it was like he simply took off one mask to reveal another. “That’s why you are important! You are someone with enough power, though not yet claimed by any side. Vancellus is waiting before he claims you. He is putting a lot on the line because he thinks you can destroy Zamaritha. If you kill her no one is to blame… except you. And, if the vampires claim you after her death then you are protected from further attacks by their great clan, who will say they will share no responsibility for your passed acts like the death of the unfortunately deceased Zamaritha.”
Silver’s vision was beginning to blur at this point. They had been walking for what seemed like hours. The pain he felt from the constant assault of the sun became this numbing sensation traveling throughout his body. Somewhere in the distance he could see the shape of what appeared to be a man. The shape became more distinct with a few steps. The figure was wearing a robe and was walking towards the strange pair. The robe was all black, like a priest’s. It was then that Silver fell to the ground, his legs too weak to carry him, his eyes too tired to stay open, and the priest, running now, quickly covered the distance between them. His hearing and vision faded like the life in him. He heard words from far away. He saw boot heels before his face, and a blanket was placed over his body, like when people cover the dead so no one sees the face.
The priest came to a halt just before the figure on the ground. He placed a blanket over the body. The worry on Kitt’s face almost made the priest laugh. The reaper’s eyes went ablaze. “Just tell me, do you think you can save him?”
“The blanket I placed on him was woven by soothsayers for healing and protection. He should be fine. There is an abandoned house two miles east of here. I think I can carry him that far.”
“This is a desolate and desperate time, for us to call upon a boy like this to save us.”
“What a desperate time indeed, when a priest is called to help The Grim Reaper.” The man said with an accusing smile pointing a finger towards Kitt.
“Shut up, old man. Besides, I know full well what you are.” Said the Reaper with a similar smirk sliding across his face.
Property of Nikko Ortiz
Author's note
Hey, sorry i know its not complete. this is only a nights worth of work. but as usual please id love any comments or questions. id like to know what people think of Kitt and the chemistry between him and Silver. he will be a major character in later chapters (though he shows up infrequently). there is still a lot more to him that i need to show.
Silver felt as if he were walking in a land of the dead. Then, something caught his eye. Deeper in the forest, a lone man sat on a rock. The young man noticed Silver's approach and jumped up from his rock; waving his hands vigorously above his head. When the vampire stumbled less than ten feet from the stranger he was able to discern what the young man looked like and wore. His facial features were much like Silver's own; high cheek bones, a defined jaw structure, a hard appearance. Even so, the stranger had a boyish charm about him that would make him almost irresistible to the opposite sex. His hair was fashion so that the back of his head and his sides started short, but blended into a full head of hair on front to where some parts barely cover his eyes. His clothes were all black, a collared long-sleeve shirt, breeches, and calf high boots. Which was strange in this hot weather, but that could just be the vampire's own perspective being that he feels like his skin is on fire, as it is indeed smoking.
"Hello, vampire! My name's Kitt and I'm here to help you on your way!"
"What?" Silver couldn't believe his luck. "Wh-where is some shelter?"
"No, no, no. you miss construed the message. I'm the Reaper for this forest! I'm here to help you into the next life! I'm kind of new here!"
"You sound so fucking excited. It's only my impending doom you talking about here. That's nothing important or something that should have some kind of weight to its message."
"I know!"
"Go to hell."
"No, no, no, that's where you're going."
"... I really don't like you."
"Why do you sound so angry? It’s actually a shame that your death is at hand. I'm sure you've heard of the reaper Zamaritha-"
"The old, ugly hag that apparently wants my life!" Butted in the vampire.
"No… A beautiful, old, POWERFUL hag that wants your life. What's with the puzzled look? It's because of you that she is this powerful. You see, reapers guide the souls of the dead, but in exchange for that service we reapers take some of the power those souls have. So, you destroyed a whole city, huh? WOW! That’s a big number!"
“So why does that make my death a shame?” The vampire asked as he started wearily walking in one direction.
“Well, you see, the big guy wants her dead.”
Silver gave a quizzical look at this statement, pointing to the sky as he did so.
“No! The Grim Reaper… big guy, bad skin, wears all black…”
“Why doesn’t he just kill her?”
“He can’t kill that which isn’t already dead…”
The reaper’s expression changed from that of boyish charm to a cold kind of seriousness that chilled the bone with its fierce stare. His voice shared expression with its tone and with his next words. “Just like all things created in this world, he is guided by rules and laws which cannot be broken. You can’t walk in the sunlight… so the people of this world can sleep well with the fantasy that you are of the unreal. Yet here you are in broad daylight, so your skin will burn till it sizzles off your back. If only it where just rules, though.
“If it where just rules; one of us, those faithful to our charge and duties, would happily kill her. She has declared war on the codes and rules that bind us and so on our master. Politics though, can be seen on all bases of the field, boy. And it’s no different in the Underworld; she has everyone scared of attacking her, the vampires, the werewolves, the demons, and all those in-between. Someone is backing her. Someone with enough power to set this world on fire.”
The reaper’s face brightened so quickly, it was like he simply took off one mask to reveal another. “That’s why you are important! You are someone with enough power, though not yet claimed by any side. Vancellus is waiting before he claims you. He is putting a lot on the line because he thinks you can destroy Zamaritha. If you kill her no one is to blame… except you. And, if the vampires claim you after her death then you are protected from further attacks by their great clan, who will say they will share no responsibility for your passed acts like the death of the unfortunately deceased Zamaritha.”
Silver’s vision was beginning to blur at this point. They had been walking for what seemed like hours. The pain he felt from the constant assault of the sun became this numbing sensation traveling throughout his body. Somewhere in the distance he could see the shape of what appeared to be a man. The shape became more distinct with a few steps. The figure was wearing a robe and was walking towards the strange pair. The robe was all black, like a priest’s. It was then that Silver fell to the ground, his legs too weak to carry him, his eyes too tired to stay open, and the priest, running now, quickly covered the distance between them. His hearing and vision faded like the life in him. He heard words from far away. He saw boot heels before his face, and a blanket was placed over his body, like when people cover the dead so no one sees the face.
The priest came to a halt just before the figure on the ground. He placed a blanket over the body. The worry on Kitt’s face almost made the priest laugh. The reaper’s eyes went ablaze. “Just tell me, do you think you can save him?”
“The blanket I placed on him was woven by soothsayers for healing and protection. He should be fine. There is an abandoned house two miles east of here. I think I can carry him that far.”
“This is a desolate and desperate time, for us to call upon a boy like this to save us.”
“What a desperate time indeed, when a priest is called to help The Grim Reaper.” The man said with an accusing smile pointing a finger towards Kitt.
“Shut up, old man. Besides, I know full well what you are.” Said the Reaper with a similar smirk sliding across his face.
Property of Nikko Ortiz
Author's note
Hey, sorry i know its not complete. this is only a nights worth of work. but as usual please id love any comments or questions. id like to know what people think of Kitt and the chemistry between him and Silver. he will be a major character in later chapters (though he shows up infrequently). there is still a lot more to him that i need to show.
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