Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Fan fiction part five

Author's note
Well, I was  planning on getting into something in this part, but it is getting to be a good size and you are all asking me to post, and I am anxious to post it since I think this one's pretty cool... So I'm posting it here! :]
Hope you like it!
Oh, and this is
Mordoc's rapier
You'll find out who that is along and along. :]



Skulduggery ignored them entirely, starting up the car. Then they were driving on the path to their enemies.
And directly into the trap set up specifically for them.



The plan was beautiful in it's simplicity. Mordoc grinned with malice at the thought of the coming battle. He wouldn't fail his master, Dusk. Dusk had made him the vampire he was now, and Mordoc was ever so grateful. He would serve Dusk well and repay his debt. He would capture those insolent scoundrels who refused Dusk the loyalty he deserved. Oh how Mordoc hated them. But he couldn't kill them. No, Dusk didn't want that. Dusk had his plans for them. 
Mordoc drew his rapier from it's scabbard. The wretch kneeling in the shadows next to him looked on, terrified, as Mordoc stepped forward and slashed his throat. The poor man's mouth hung open in shock, wondering what he'd done wrong. The chalk white of Mordoc's armor, a stark contrast to that of his black as death hair, was splattered with the red from the blood of the gurgling man below him, drowning in his own blood. 
Mordoc's lip curled with disgust at the man, for he had shifted his weight to gain a bit more comfort in the cold shadows of the hard, unyielding, and dismal warehouse. His movement created the slightest sound, which could not be made once the victims of Mordoc's trap arrived. He kicked the already dead man to satisfy his nearly unrelenting rage and drifted as silent as a ghost back into the shadows to await  his guests.


***



Lizzy sat between her friends in the Bentley. She glanced at Joe, or Israel as he thought he should be called for safety since there really was magic in the world. His eyes were closed, but his head was up. It looked like he was focusing deeply. She smiled. He was trying to do magic. Not just any magic, it was his magic he was trying to do. She hoped he succeeded. She looked over at Mar, who had turned into a chipmunk and lay curled and sleeping in her frying pan. She chuckled but quietly so as not to disturb her.
The car slowed down. "We're here," muttered Skulduggery. Lizzy looked out the windows to see an old warehouse building with graffiti covering it's walls. He pulled the vehicle to a total stop in the dusty, barren dirt outside of this deserted building and got out, Valkyrie doing the same.
Israel looked up, a bit distracted. Lizzy went to pat the little chipmunk Mar awake, but before she could, Mar-munk  jumped up at the ready with her big chipmunk teeth barred. She squeaked calmly after she saw who it was and stood up to look outside the window. Lizzy took that to mean, "Oh, it's only you.... Where are we?" So she told her. "We're here." Mar-munk gave her a withering gaze. "And by 'here,' I mean the warehouse at which Skulduggery says Dusk, and whomever else involved, is."
Mar-munk stared for a moment, gave a slight nod,chattered at the door, paused for a moment, then chattered a question at Lizzy, which she took to mean, "Why do doors not have a chipmunk sized door-handle? I need to invent that! It shall be the greatest invention of the decade! I'm a genius!.... Well, Lizzy, why haven't you opened it for me yet?"
Lizzy grinned, opening the door. Mar-munk nodded and hopped onto her shoulder. The three of them climbed out, standing for a moment before asking Skulduggery the plan.
"The plan?"
"Yes..., you know, the thing you decide to do before you're standing in front of the problem at hand...?" Replied Lizzy.
"Ah yes..., the plan. I thought you, um, said something else...." she raised her eyebrows at him, an indication to continue with the answer to her question. "Well... the plan is....," he spoke slowly, obviously stalling. Valkyrie interrupted, sighing, "Let's just go in, shall we?"
"Yes," Skulduggery said, grateful for being rescued from having to think of a plan himself. "That's exactly what I was about to say my plan was! Although, more amazing, of course. " He patted Valkyrie's head. "But good try." And off he sauntered.
They rolled their eyes and followed him, approaching the old, wooden, termite-infested door. They stood at the ready, preparing to barge in guns blazing, so to speak. Skulduggery and Valkyrie stood on either side of the door. Lizzy, with Mar-munk on her shoulder, stood behind Skulduggery, and Israel, still looking slightly confused with his forehead scrunched in thought, stood beside Valkyrie.
Skulduggery held up three fingers.
Israel shook his head slightly.
Two fingers
Israel whispered too quietly to hear, "Something's not right..."
One finger.
"We shouldn't be doing this!"
And in Skulduggery barged, flame in his hand, and what he saw was.... nothing. There was nothing and nobody there. It was completely empty. Even the light was fragile as it attempted to enter throught the grime covered windows, high in the walls.
"Well that's disappointing...," muttered Skulduggery. Israel looked in, surprised, "I could've sworn.... Oh well." He shrugged, a small sigh of relief escaping his mouth. They all walked in further, Skulduggery letting his fire go out, and looking for any traces of life.
But his search was for naught. There was no life besides their own group and the small creeping bugs that made themselves rather comfortable homes in that old warehouse. No, no life.
Only vampires. And down they gracefully leaped through the many well hidden openings from the ram shackled second floor, surrounding them within moments.
Last to fall, Lizzy noticed, was a tall, thin man wearing armor, white as a pearl's glimmer but for a splattering of red, possibly blood, at the bottom. His hair was black as a moonless night's sky and slicked back.
He laughed, but it wasn't a normal laugh you might hear anywhere. It was an awful laugh. Not one expressed out of humor. Rather, one expressed from the thought of certain terrible and horrible things to come. It sent shivers up and down Lizzy's back.
One simple laugh from this man, and she was terror-struck.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter!

Easter.... the day Jesus arose! It's such a beautiful holiday. :]
May He live with you and be proud of His children today. :]

Well, Happy Easter!!
~hands out Lindt chocolate truffles~
Mmm chocolate... truffles!!!
:D

Once more, for I can't resist doing this...


Happy Easter!!!
:}
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:3

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Short story... part one

Author's note
This is a "short story" fan-fic I've been working on that seems to be developing into something bigger than a short story. lol
:P
So this is short story part one. I'm going to continue my other fan-fic, of course, but this is what I write in between fan-fic parts  :]
Hope you enjoy it!



A new mission. The Sanctuary had called in moments ago. It would be good pay. He went over the facts once again in his head. He wanted to have a clear mind before calling in his second-hand man then, later, briefing his men.
They were to rescue a girl from the depths of a castle guarded by the soldiers of an important man. He grinned at the man's name, for it was Ehan Aahil, meaning "Full Moon Prince".
A vampire. Certainly.
Ehan had attempted to dabble in the business of the Sanctuary. They had flat out denied him access to anything at all on the account of him being an Egyptian Sanctuary agent and having no right to touch a fleck of dust upon the Irish Sanctuary's vacuum cleaner, let alone top secret documents of state. So Ehan had gotten angry and captured this girl. Marian, her name was.
He'd known a Marian once. So long ago. He thought about her for a moment, lost in those few short, sweet memories. Then turned his attention back to the problem at hand.
Apparently this Marian was the daughter of someone the Sanctuary wanted to be friends with. Another important person. He sighed wearily, running his callused hand through his hair. He didn't like the important people. Didn't even pay them a thought unless he had to. No, those "high ups" weren't his type. He gave his precious notice to the small people, the good people, the people who could walk through any building and not be seen by anyone else. Those people he liked. And they liked him. But the mission was usually about the other people. They were the ones who caused trouble. Or got themselves in trouble with other troublemakers.
He shrugged with the thought, "Good pay."
So, this Marian had gotten herself captured in a highly guarded castle on the outskirts of Egypt because Ehan wanted more power. He sighed absently once again and called in John.

***

John headed for his leader's dormitory immediately when he was called. John was his most loyal follower, and he had been for a very long time. He was proud to be. And he was quite proud he was thought of as his leader's second-hand man. When John entered the room, he ducked slightly to keep his head from hitting the doorpost. John was a bit of a giant. The room was rather dim today. Usually his leader let the glorious light of the sun he loved so much pour in through the many windows in the room, but today, they were all closed and covered. The only light came from the lamp upon his desk. John looked at his leader, wondering what may be amiss. 
The man sat casually reclined in the chair behind his desk. His shoulders were broad. His deep brown hair was tousled as always, with a few streaks of gray growing in. His fingers formed a steeple on his his chest, and his tan face was creased with a frown.
John thought they might have gotten a new mission. He sometimes frowned like that when he was pondering one. he wondered if would be a tough job. It didn't matter, though, for John would fight with him anywhere. This man was John's leader, his most trusted ally, and his best friend. This man was Robin Hood.

***

John entered the room quietly, waiting for Robin to speak. John often reminded Robin of a bear with his wild black, choppy hair, his grizzly chin, and his mad roar in battle. He was a good man, though, one of the best. They'd been fighting side by side for an awfully long time, saving each other's life on more than one occasion. They might as well be brothers. The rest of the boys from their band in the old days had either died or left, seeking a respite from all the fighting and defending. Mostly, the former was accurate. Robin sighed from all his thoughts and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the fine wood desk, dismissing those dark memories, and focusing on the matters at hand instead.
"Well, John, we have a new task to complete. It seems it may be a difficult one." He explained it to him thoroughly, with much detail. John mostly just sat and listened. Although at times, he would ask a question or point something out.
Finally, they were both satisfied with their information of the mission and began brainstorming a plan of attack.
Or, as the case may be, a sneak attack.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Fan fiction part four

Author's note 
First off, don't ask about the text. I'm sure it's gone loony again xD
Second... umm off... Hellboy's knife, for future reference, 
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4eOXtONUoM/TZ5BYOkiUKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aT-NerEX-jE/s1600/IMG_4320.JPG
And third, sorry it took so long! Hope you like it! And some real action should be in the next part.  :]

Lizzy stared at him. "Hellboy?"
"Ummm... yeah...?"
"Well, that was easy," muttered Skulduggery cheerily.

"How do you even know my username?" Questioned Joe. "Did Steve set you up to this?"
No, no, Hellboy, I mean Joseph, I'm Lizzy!"
"Oh yeah riiiight. Thought you'd just take a plane over here real quick, did you?"
"Actually no... Fletcher brought us over." He laughed, completely believing this was some joke set up for his benefit. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what happened. And I suppose this fellow, " he indicated Skulduggery, "Is supposed to be the famed detective ay?" He shook his head, humored. "You tell Steve, for me that this was rather enjoyable."
"Seriously! He really is Skulduggery! And this girl here, is Mar!"
Mar, who was chattering irritably with Valkyrie about Sanguine, glanced up when her name was spoken. "Oh right, nice to meet you in person! You wouldn't happen to have a frying pan on you, would you? I left mine at home." She frowned sadly at the loss of her trusty frying pan.
"Wow Steve knows more about these guys then I thought he did! That's interesting. Look at that! You even have a rifle case!" He shook his head in wonder.
Lizzy sighed. "Skulduggery, would you mind"
"Mind what?"
She made a 'take off you scarf 'gesture. "Oh." He stepped closer to a nearby tree to hide from any possible viewers and pulled his scarf down, revealing a middle aged man with sand colored hair. Joe laughed. "Well, I'm going to have to go now, but really lovely joke." Skulduggery tilted his a head a tad in confusion. "Skulduggery! Your facade is on!"
"It is? Now how did I forget about that? Hmm" He touched either side of his collarbone, making the facade sink back into the symbols there. "Joseph! look!" He turned around, a smile on his face, and saw Skulduggery. The smile fell into surprise. "How... how do you do that? Why does he look like a skeleton?"
"Because I am one, obviously."
"I don't believe it."
Lizzy thought for a moment while Joe, thinking, looked around at everyone.  She'd gotten an idea. "I know how to prove it to you!"
She spun around, swinging her arms out broadly in indication of the Bentley.
 Joe stared on in shock. "It's... it's the Bentley! She's amazing!" His hand ran through his hair. "It's really all true! How.... how could I have never found out before?"
"You're probably just dumb," said Fletcher, shrugging, after he appeared in tree. Valkyrie and Lizzy glared at him. "Oh yeah, " he said, "but my name isn't actually Fletcher. That's just a nickname!" He disappeared from the tree and was standing next to Joe. "For some reason, no one likes my real name! Can you even comprehend that?"
"Now, now, Fletcher, " Valkyrie spoke anxiously while walking towards him with her arms stretched out reassuringly. "There's really no need to get into that."
"Why don't you like my name? It's awesome!" he appeared behind, Valkyrie a moment before she reached him. "Ok," mumble Mar, "I want to hear this now!"
"That girl wants to hear my name! I should tell her..."
Skulduggery sighed. "Valkyrie, you may as well let him do it. It's only going to hurt him."
"Ha!" Fletcher poofed to a foot in front of Valkyrie. "Skulduggery even agrees with me!" She made a mad grab for him, but he was gone again, sitting relaxed up in the tree. He stood up on the limb, spread his arms wide and yelled, "My name is Flirtatious Fluke!"
Valkyrie facepalmed.
The couple on the bench stared at him for a moment, then got up and hurried away.
Mar and Joe could hardly contain their laughter. "Oh yeah, " Joe snickered. "That's a marvelous... a marvelous name..." He turned around with a smile spreading wider than he thought possible. He tried to keep himself from laughing out loud. Mar just fell to the ground and rolled in the dirt, laughing her heart out.
"I don't get." Fletcher frowned, standing over Mar. "What did I miss? What's so funny?" Skulduggery patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry. You miss a lot of things." Fletcher grinned, cheered. Skulduggery walked away. His grin dropped. "Hey!"

***

The group decided to drive back to Joe's house before doing anything else. Joe got to pick up a few things, namely his knife and backpack with a few changes of clothes and some other, miscellaneous things. He also asked/told his parents that he was going to be having a sleep over at a friend's house for a few days. They had not wanted him to go at first, asking many questions. Joe had replied with several vague statements such as, "Oh you know who he is!... He's that friend of mine!" or "Where's his house? It's umm... in Australia...." Then he would smile, trying to leave before they asked another question. It took a bit of convincing, but finally he left, running to the car and jumping in.
Lizzy was laughing. She shook her head at Mar. Mar was sitting their with a mischievous grin. She held a frying pan and swung it around, just barely missing Joe with one particular swipe. "Hm pretty good balance."
"Oi!" Joe had recognized it. "You've stolen our frying pan!"
"What? Uhh no..., I just... borrowed it." She smiled. He shook his head at her, wondering how she'd even been able to sneak in and out without them noticing.
"Ok, " said Skulduggery, glancing back. "Are all of you disorderly children in the vehicle?" Fletcher appeared beside the car. Then they were in Dublin.
"Oh... never mind... You didn't answer fast enough."
The three of them groaned with sickness.
Skulduggery ignored them entirely, starting up the car. Then they were driving on the path to their enemies.
And directly into the trap set up specifically for them.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Rather Short, Short Story

Before I get into it, I have been working on my fan-fic and hope to have it up soon. :]

This is just a random little fiction short story I wrote earlier today. It has nothing to do with fan-fiction of any sort.
Oh, and this is based on one of you folks, and I bet each and everyone one of you can guess who it is. :]
It's a bit depressing, and I'd never want this to happen to that person, but I was doing one of those character sketch paragraphs.
[hm was that a run-on?]
Anyway, it turned into this!



She was such a kind girl.
As she helped to shovel the snow, sweat glistened on her gentle, yet determined forehead. Her brown, curly hair tumbled before her eyes. She drove the shovel into the frigid snow, tossing her hair back and resting an arm upon the long, dark brown handle of her tool. She rested there a minute, her muscles already beginning to ache. She looked up at the sound of laughter to see some small children playing across the street. A warm smile grew from her heart and showed itself upon her lips. She loved children.
One child, little more than a toddler, stumbled out onto the road, thinking it great fun. no one else had noticed. A truck rumbled around the corner. The girl's smile fell, immediately replaced by a determined frown. Without a thought, her feet flew, and she was running, running faster than she'd ever run before. The child stared at her, confused and frightened. The driver finally looked up, seeing them. He slammed on the brakes. The truck screeched, and his head whacked the steering wheel, instantly drawing blood. The girl shoved the child out of the truck's deadly path, but it was already too late for her. The truck hit her and stopped abruptly. The driver jumped out, praying that the brave, beautiful girl was still alive, but her eyes were already losing their vibrant, cheery life.
Thinking of her family and friends, she died that day content.
A smile was playing upon the edges of her mouth.
She had succeeded.
Her eyes closed.
Time to go home.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Fan-fiction part three

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Author's note
If you don't know what the Pink is:
http://theeightgreatimmortals.blogspot.com/2011/03/pink.html#comments
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 "After a moment, it passed, and she glanced up to see she was no longer on the outskirts of her wood, but in the bustling city of Adelaide where she would meet Hellboy."

Joseph's house, Lizzy saw, was at the end of a street. It really had no traffic; it was close to a roundabout. That was convenient. Skulduggery steered the Bentley into the driveway. "What," Lizzy asked. "Do we do if Sanguine hasn't come? I mean, that would be fantastic, of course, but... are we just going to say 'Hey, Joe, I'm Lizzy from the United States. Sanguine attacked me last night, and Skulduggery here rescued me. Now we think Sanguine is after you.'?" Skulduggery paused, then, getting out of the car, muttered, "Something like, that, yes." Lizzy shook her head, and got out too, leaving behind her backpack but bringing the Pink.
They strode up to the door, Skulduggery raised his hand to knock, and the door opened before he could. There stood a man of about 40 with dark brown hair and gold flecked eyes. Joseph's father. "Oh, hello," he said, looking curiously at Skulduggery wearing a coat, scarf, and glasses. Skulduggery thought fast, "I'm an albino. I can't have much sunlight... anyway, we're from Joe's school, and we were in the neighborhood so we thought we'd stop by to say hi...."
"Oh... ok. Well, I'm afraid I haven't seen him since this morning. He'll probably be at the park. Or possibly the Tea Tree Plaza. Or, of course, he could have gone to the city, although probably not. But then again , maybe. Though he likes the park. So he might be there." He began to smile then frowned, "Well, actually, he probably went to-"
"Ok," Skulduggery  cut in. "Thanks for your help." The man smiled, nodded, muttered something about why had he opened the door in the first place, and closed it again. Valkyrie murmured, "Well that was a lot of help."
Lizzy pondered, "I wonder if all dads in the SP world are rather odd and funny...."
"Well," Skulduggery said, walking back to the car, "we'll try the park first."
The sun was setting when they arrived. It was much later here in Australia then back in the USA. It was an odd sensation for Lizzy to be in the early sunshine one minute, and the setting sun only a few minutes later.
Her eyes roamed the quiet, grassy land of the park. The cool, crisp air of the evening bit at her through her coat. She crossed her arms and glanced around, looking for anyone that might be Joe. She saw a couple sitting on a bench off to the left. An elderly man with his dog, was walking by from the right. A seemingly stray gray cat sauntered up to Skulduggery, tilting it's head to the side, and mewing at him.
"Awww" Skulduggery whined. "So cute!" He bent down and picked up the little kitty and baby talked it right in front of Lizzy's eyes. Valkyrie gave him a withering look. "You have got to be kidding me."
"What? This little Maine coon is so sweet! Yes, you are! You're so sweet!" She rolled her eyes.
Something about the small gray cat triggered a thought in Lizzy's mind. "Wait," she said. "What did you say that cat is?" Skulduggery looked at her. "It's a Maine coon. You can tell by the-"
"No way."
"What?"
"Mar-chu? Mar, is that you?" The little kitty tilted it's head at Lizzy, staring at her, and mewed.
"You know this cat?"
"She's.... she's not a cat. She's a shape-shifter.... But wait. No... no, that can't be her. She lives in the United States and she's not really-" The cat scrambled and clawed, jumping to the ground. She ran around in the dirt for a minute then moved back and looked up at Lizzy. In the dirt, words were sloppily written saying, "I'm Mar." Lizzy's jaw dropped. "It is you! I'm Lizzy! You're really a shape-shifter! I can't believe it! But... why can't you transform back into a human?" The little Maine coon swung her paw around in the dirt again. It said, "Beginner."
"Ahhh, " Skulduggery nodded. "She can't control it yet."
Then the cat rippled. There was no other way to describe it. It was like there was an invisible circle of water surrounding the cat and someone had thrown a pebble through it. Then it rippled uncountable more times in quick succession within only a couple seconds, and the cat was gone. In her place stood a small girl with dark crimson hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Ooo," mumbled Valkyrie. "I've never met a shape-shifter before! Unless you consider a vampire a shape-shifter..." 
"Oi! I'm nothing like a vampire!.... Wait... I didn't meow!" She looked down at herself in excitement. "Yay! I'm human again!! I mean, I liked being a cat, sure, but when your a cat and don't want to be, it can be annoying." She continued talking a mile a minute as she walked rapidly in circles and waved her arms around as she did so. "Plus, I don't know where anything is around here. I'm in Australia! Hello! How could I know anything about it! I've never been in Australia before! And that Sanguine! He hates cats! How could he not like cats? I mean I was adorable, for Heaven's sake! He stuffed me in a sack! A sack, for cryin' out loud! I wish I could  take him and just squash him into a little Sanguine pancake!" She smashed her fist into her palm a few times, growling at it.
Then she spun around to Lizzy, smiling brilliantly "And Lizzy! It's awesome to meet you! I can't believe I am, and you have a rifle case! Is that the Pink? And you're in Australia! Why are you here?  I'm here because that stinking Sanguine brought me here on his way to pick up Joseph, whoever that is, to torture me later whenever he got back to wherever it was he was going! But I escaped! Hahahaha! Thought he could capture the..." she paused, with her fist in the air, trying to think of  title for herself. "The... un-capture...able... March Pathway..., did he?" She grinned and struck a pose.
"March! I'd love to, you know, chat, but we really need to find Joseph!  Did you see-"
"Excuse me, " Lizzy paused in mid-sentence and glanced up at the newcomer. He was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair and brilliant, gold flecked eyes. "I couldn't help but overhear your.... yelling... about a particular Sanguine. You wouldn't happen to be referring to Skulduggery Pleasant, would you?"
Lizzy stared at him. "Hellboy?"
"Ummm... yeah...?"
"Well, that was easy," muttered Skulduggery cheerily.