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Chapter One - Alicia
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The sentry alerted him of the movements only a few seconds before the door came down. Lexander's wrinkled, boney fingers pulled down his tired leather hood. He ran his fingers through his thinning hair, closing his grey eyes in concentration. He had a plan worked out, but he was still worried about Alicia. That girl had one fiery ambition in her. Once that girl had her mind set on something, nothing could deter her. Nothing except, of course, for a greater ambition. Lexander tapped the sentry on the very top of its spherical form, sending it on its way. The slate sphere floated through the air, making a gentle humming as it flew. Lexander had little time before they were here, but he was already prepared. His brown leather robes provided little protection, barely anymore than the denim jeans, sandals, and white Tee shirt he was already wearing. A silence floated over the room, putting Lexander at ease and on edge at the same time.
He was standing in the library, waiting for the attack among his favorite books. Ancient books, new books, outdated books, books of all kinds were stacked in that room, shoved in cover-to-cover on the shelves. Three wooden columns stood in a triangular pattern in the middle of the circular room. Lexander currently had his back to the closed kitchen door, facing the large entryway and door.
The silence perfected that room, cushioning the old, leather spines as the enemies approached. As they closed in quietly, everything was perfectly still.
The doors burst open with a small explosion of other-worldly energy, a magic Lexander had never seen before. The first two charged through the door, each swinging a halberd. They were dressed in dark greens, in an attempt to blend into foliage. Not useful in this environment, but useful in most others. They wore a pair of thick, cloth pants over another layer of thick cloth designed to keep cold things cold and hot things hot. They wore black combat boots, appropriately named, and a thick flak jacket over long-sleeved coat-like shirts. Brownish-green gloves covered their hands and forearms to protect their hands from the halberds during mis-swings. The dark green helmets they wore shown in the light of the bulbs atop Lexander's silver chandelier. They were the most unlucky.
Lexander threw his arm out in front of him, and four books flew from the shelves next to him. They opened in midair, pages tearing out and flying at the two of them like blades. They swung their halberds to swat them out of the air, but were met only by steel-strong pages of paper. They cut through their halberds, and dug themselves deep into the poor soldiers' shoulders. Each cried out and quickly tore the pages from their bodies, only to find them returned to their normal, flimsy state. Eight sheets had been fired, two from each book. Those two were the first to fire, and the other six didn't miss. The soldiers were dead before the heads of their halberds hit the ground.
The next two people that walked in were clearly the leaders, told by the timing of their entrance and the way they walked. The two walked side by side, stepping with purpose. One had silver hair that hung over his eyebrows, which both framed a blue and a brown eye. His face seemed to be full of life, yet at the same time ancient and full of sorrow. Whatever his lament was, it was something intense, yet hidden by the happiness spread over his face. He was wearing a black suit with no tie and an open jacket, along with a pair of black loafers. The freshly-pressed white shirt hung on his figure well, the cuffs hidden perfectly by the sleeves. He had a gold pin on his lapel, but Lexander couldn't see it from where he was standing.
The other was wearing some strange jester-like mask, the left half black and the right half white. A crescent turned like a smile occupied the bottom half, where the mouth would be. The right half was black, the left white. A pair of upside down crescents were where her eyes should be, making her look like she was having an amazing time. The eyes were also the inverted color of the background to show her happiness. Her hair was opposite this pattern, which was let down beneath her shoulders. She was wearing a white bridal gown, as if she had been pulled from some strange gothic wedding. The lace on the bottom tickled the hardwood floor, a vibrant, perfect white against the old colors.
They were alone, and strode with confidence that said they didn't need them. The man flicked his hand, and each one dropped to the floor silently. They both stepped forward, but the woman was first to speak.
"It's a shame," she began, her words flowing over the library with her sultry notes. As she turned her head to survey the field, Lexander could see that the mask wrapped all the way around her face and neck, with no breathing holes or seems. What was she? "To waste a life. That's why Samuel and I always take our corpses with us as soldiers."
"That's right, Becca," the man said, with a playful voice. He spoke as if he knew something that nobody else did, as if he had the upper hand. "So don't worry about killing them. They're already dead." He was smiling strangely, as if this was all some kind of game. Like checkers. He wasn't analytical, as if he were playing chess. He was having fun, just like playing checkers. "Although, they don't stay dead for long."
He threw out a hand, and the two warriors Lexander had first killed practically flew at him, bringing their legs up to make them run after they had already began moving. Both were still clutching a pole, which was previously a halberd. They silently moved at Lexander, swinging the poles hard. Lexander brought his hands up suddenly, and two books next to his feet exploded into collumns of pages, forming shields from the poles. He shot out the pages like scales, impaling the bodies again. This time, Lexander pulled the pages out from the soldiers and rammed them back into different places, trying to render them nothing more than chunks of meat and bone. The chunks of body hit the floor after only three seconds. Lexander was barely even tired. After all, alchemy was easy enough, if you had everything you needed attuned to your body.
"You‘re pretty good for an old man," Samuel said, frowning mockingly. "Well then, I guess I'll have to play rough." Samuel flew at Lexander, and swung a something at him so fast it looked like nothing more than a flash of steel. Lexander countered with a wall of pages, wrapping his paper around his blade and pulling it from Samuel. The man went with the steel, flying over Lexander's head. And then he saw it. The steel had replaced Lexander's hand entirely, but ribbons of flesh were still wrapped around it, as spindly as they may be. Samuel flashed a smile as he swung over head, but twisted in midair and hit the wall on his feet.
"Dealchemize," Becca said from Lexander's other side. She flicked her hand at his pages, and they quickly fluttered to the ground, useless. Lexander made a pulling gesture from the bookcase nearest to her, and they slammed into her. Hard. She flew towards the other side of the library, slamming into another bookcase. Lexander took a moment to process. Dealchemize? What spell was that? What magic family did it come from? It wasn't black magic, it wasn't seer magic, it certainly wasn't Alchemy. She didn't alter the properties, she just removed all of the magic it had absorbed.
Samuel dropped to the floor lightly, but he didn't spend any more time there than was necessary. He sprang at Lexander, this time with his right hand pulled into a fist. His sword-arm was swinging lazily at his side, ready to be used, but not anxious to go. Suddenly, it seemed like his fist became warped all together, as if surrounded by a strange aura from an entirely different universe. Lexander brought up his paper shield, the ancient pages rising to defend their master. The fist slammed into the near-steel wall hard at first, but kept going, through the paper.
"Dealchemize," Samuel said playfully. The fist caught Lexander right in his chest, after all the turning around he had done. He tried to lift different books and pages from the shelves, but nothing came. He couldn't even feel the alchemy in the room or any of the properties he had assigned them. Samuel brought Lexander crashing down hard onto the hardwood floors, And Lexander felt every pound of that man's body. Samuel held up his sword arm to Lexander's face, and he watched the blade receded back into his skin, and completely disappear. Not even the shape could be found in his skin. It was as if he had pulled it straight from another universe. Chords of flesh reached up from his stub where the blade used to be, and began swirling and wrapping around to form his small, slender fingers. After another second, Samuel's smile stretched further, as if signifying a great secret he was keeping from the rest of the world. His hand suddenly twitched, and then began convulsing, as if in extreme pain.
His hand practically exploded with that dark, ethereal energy. It became some sort of demonic claw, purple in color, with long, green claws. It was almost twice the length of his normal hand, and about one and a half times as big. Lexander normally would have taken this chance to study it and try to learn what it was, but Samuel had already started digging his claw-like fingernails into Lexander's chest. Which, oddly, hurt like hell. Samuel pulled his claw back from Lexander's chest, but there was no blood on the strange, bulging object. No blood on Lexander's chest, no blood on his ripped shirt. But there was a small strand of a red-ish, string-like substance that trailed from the claws to the chest like string. Samuel got to work quickly.
He began wrapping the string around Lexander's arms and legs, running it through the floorboards without having to break them. It was like his claw had no real substance. After that, he began tying his legs down, too. Soon, Lexander was laying spread eagle on the floor, tied to the ground by the odd strings.
"Oh, Becca," Samuel called over his shoulder. "Would you come out, now? All of you?" Becca emerged from the bookcase, scraping off the dealchemized pages. A form dropped from the ceiling, and landed on its feet, sporting an identical white dress. As it stood and turned around, Lexander could see that it was a second Becca. And then a third emerged from the entrance door, and then a fourth from behind a column. What was this magic?
"Pretty neat, huh?" the Becca from the pile of books asked him. She ran a finger a long the face of a nearby Becca, which didn't move or say a word. "You wouldn't think that there were this many of us, but there are." She said the last phrase like it work some kind of child's song. It was like she was taunting him. As everyone was silent, Lexander heard another, familiar set of footsteps. Alicia's.
"But," Lexander started, trying to create noise for Alicia to walk in. "How did you two do all of this? The hand, the copies, the corpses?"
"Oh, you want to know about that?" Becca asked. She walked over to the constrained Lexander, and bent down closely to Lexander's face. She was so close that if Lexander turned his head, he would have brushed against her mask. "The sixth magic." she whispered. "We're the only sixth magic mages on Earth. What do you think of that?"
"King me," Samuel demanded.
A pair of louder, more distinct footsteps echoed from outside his house. They were getting closer, and they were doing so quickly. All of the Beccas and Samuel got down on their knees, kneeling to the next person. As he walked in, Lexander felt a sense of doom and royalty, all at the same time. The man had some sort of crown fashioned on his head. It wasn't a gold one with jewels, though. It was a crown of bone. The bone came up in small horn-like protrusions, eight of them equally spaced around his head. They were bridged together by other bone c, which was long and pulled down the back of his head. He was wearing long robes that trailed behind him. They were black with red lining, and made him look extremely foreboding. The material they were made out of made it look like he was floating through the air towards Lexander's restrained body, and he seemed to be glowing with life, but at the same time, his face looked sad, full of never-ending depression.
"Master Archadian," the Beccas and Samuel said in unison. The man had closed his eyes since he had came in, but as soon as he stood over Lexander, he opened them. They were a sickening shade of purple, one that made Lexander quake. It was like he had never seen purple before, as if that color didn't exist anywhere in any world. For the first time in a long time, Lexander was scared. The man reached out his hand, and held it over Lexander's chest, from four feet up.
Lexander began hearing a sharp ringing, along with seeing vibrant red everywhere. Suddenly, an intense pain wracked his chest, filling his body with a blinding sensation. He couldn't think, he couldn't see straight, and that ringing almost became distant. Was he screaming? There was a muffled sound, but he couldn't hear it. It sounded like Lexander was screaming, but he couldn't even feel himself doing it. What was this.
Samuel quickly turned towards the kitchen door, as if he heard something. As he neared it, it got louder and louder. It was a faint scribbling sound, like someone was writing on the door. Suddenly, they door exploded forward, taking Samuel down to the floor with it. A girl, no older than sixteen, ran in the room, holding a copper-turned-iron pipe. It was about three feet long, and she was holding it like a sword. Smart girl. She was wearing the typical training gear for one in the alchemy family. It was a pair of brown work pants, with black stains all over the sides and front, a white T-shirt with purple highlights to signify her level of mastery. Purple meant she was one step under a fully fledged mage. Her required armguards were strapped on tight, just like the gloves she was wearing. Her brown hair was tied up in a bandana on her head, giving her a very hard working look.
"Master," she cried out, clutching the pole so hard her knuckles were white under the pressure. "Lexander!" She took the pipe up into a more fight-worthy position, and looked at the man with his hand over Lexander. There was some kind of purple aura streaming from his hand down until it was around Lexander's chest, like a spotlight trying to find his heart. Lexander's chest was glowing red where that aura was, and his screams blocked out any noise the spell was trying to make.
"Alicia," He made out between screams. "Run!" He flexed his hand, and the red around his chest surged. Something of an equally red shade slammed into her, and she was sent flying through the kitchen, indestructible. He had cast that on her as he flung her, his final show of kindness towards her. She hit the back wall hard, and fell to the floor. There was a tiny door next to her, almost like a doggy-door, but bigger. It was built to ship out supplies. But more importantly, it led to the driveway, which is where she kept her motorcycle. Alicia slipped out the door, covering her ears.
A sickening rip filled the air, and reached Becca's and Samuel's ears just as quickly as the smell of blood reached their noses. Some crystalline rock was poking out from Lexander's chest, deep red in color. That same red that was everywhere. It began tearing out of his chest hard, until it practically exploded outwards. It looked like half of a yin-yang symbol, floating between the two men. It was beautiful, and completely smooth. Even the cut was smooth. The pain was gone in his body, and Lexander could think again. Though admittedly, he could only ask unanswerable questions. The stone rose into the man's hand, and he began looking it over. He seemed fine with the object, until he turned to see the cut. His eyes turned harsh, full of anger and hate. He shouted angrily at the Beccas and at Samuel, who was still beneath a wooden door.
"Get that girl," he said. His voice was gravelly and old, but still full of power and strength. "This bastard gave her the other half!"
"Yes master," They all said, fanning out in every direction. They would search the house if need be.
"As for you," the apparent master said, turning his head to face Lexander. "You're time in this world is over. Goodnight." The old man waved his arm, and Lexander felt his entire body let go. Death wrapped its cold fingers around him and pulled him under, painlessly and quickly.
Well, now that THAT love affair is over, let's get to my comments.
Cronstructive criticism only, you whores. D:< No flaming.
If you want to say something good, I'll take that too.
And the title is a working title, so deal with it. If you have a better title suggestion, then suggest the title. Otherwise don't talk about it. >>;
Chapter One - Alicia
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The sentry alerted him of the movements only a few seconds before the door came down. Lexander's wrinkled, boney fingers pulled down his tired leather hood. He ran his fingers through his thinning hair, closing his grey eyes in concentration. He had a plan worked out, but he was still worried about Alicia. That girl had one fiery ambition in her. Once that girl had her mind set on something, nothing could deter her. Nothing except, of course, for a greater ambition. Lexander tapped the sentry on the very top of its spherical form, sending it on its way. The slate sphere floated through the air, making a gentle humming as it flew. Lexander had little time before they were here, but he was already prepared. His brown leather robes provided little protection, barely anymore than the denim jeans, sandals, and white Tee shirt he was already wearing. A silence floated over the room, putting Lexander at ease and on edge at the same time.
He was standing in the library, waiting for the attack among his favorite books. Ancient books, new books, outdated books, books of all kinds were stacked in that room, shoved in cover-to-cover on the shelves. Three wooden columns stood in a triangular pattern in the middle of the circular room. Lexander currently had his back to the closed kitchen door, facing the large entryway and door.
The silence perfected that room, cushioning the old, leather spines as the enemies approached. As they closed in quietly, everything was perfectly still.
The doors burst open with a small explosion of other-worldly energy, a magic Lexander had never seen before. The first two charged through the door, each swinging a halberd. They were dressed in dark greens, in an attempt to blend into foliage. Not useful in this environment, but useful in most others. They wore a pair of thick, cloth pants over another layer of thick cloth designed to keep cold things cold and hot things hot. They wore black combat boots, appropriately named, and a thick flak jacket over long-sleeved coat-like shirts. Brownish-green gloves covered their hands and forearms to protect their hands from the halberds during mis-swings. The dark green helmets they wore shown in the light of the bulbs atop Lexander's silver chandelier. They were the most unlucky.
Lexander threw his arm out in front of him, and four books flew from the shelves next to him. They opened in midair, pages tearing out and flying at the two of them like blades. They swung their halberds to swat them out of the air, but were met only by steel-strong pages of paper. They cut through their halberds, and dug themselves deep into the poor soldiers' shoulders. Each cried out and quickly tore the pages from their bodies, only to find them returned to their normal, flimsy state. Eight sheets had been fired, two from each book. Those two were the first to fire, and the other six didn't miss. The soldiers were dead before the heads of their halberds hit the ground.
The next two people that walked in were clearly the leaders, told by the timing of their entrance and the way they walked. The two walked side by side, stepping with purpose. One had silver hair that hung over his eyebrows, which both framed a blue and a brown eye. His face seemed to be full of life, yet at the same time ancient and full of sorrow. Whatever his lament was, it was something intense, yet hidden by the happiness spread over his face. He was wearing a black suit with no tie and an open jacket, along with a pair of black loafers. The freshly-pressed white shirt hung on his figure well, the cuffs hidden perfectly by the sleeves. He had a gold pin on his lapel, but Lexander couldn't see it from where he was standing.
The other was wearing some strange jester-like mask, the left half black and the right half white. A crescent turned like a smile occupied the bottom half, where the mouth would be. The right half was black, the left white. A pair of upside down crescents were where her eyes should be, making her look like she was having an amazing time. The eyes were also the inverted color of the background to show her happiness. Her hair was opposite this pattern, which was let down beneath her shoulders. She was wearing a white bridal gown, as if she had been pulled from some strange gothic wedding. The lace on the bottom tickled the hardwood floor, a vibrant, perfect white against the old colors.
They were alone, and strode with confidence that said they didn't need them. The man flicked his hand, and each one dropped to the floor silently. They both stepped forward, but the woman was first to speak.
"It's a shame," she began, her words flowing over the library with her sultry notes. As she turned her head to survey the field, Lexander could see that the mask wrapped all the way around her face and neck, with no breathing holes or seems. What was she? "To waste a life. That's why Samuel and I always take our corpses with us as soldiers."
"That's right, Becca," the man said, with a playful voice. He spoke as if he knew something that nobody else did, as if he had the upper hand. "So don't worry about killing them. They're already dead." He was smiling strangely, as if this was all some kind of game. Like checkers. He wasn't analytical, as if he were playing chess. He was having fun, just like playing checkers. "Although, they don't stay dead for long."
He threw out a hand, and the two warriors Lexander had first killed practically flew at him, bringing their legs up to make them run after they had already began moving. Both were still clutching a pole, which was previously a halberd. They silently moved at Lexander, swinging the poles hard. Lexander brought his hands up suddenly, and two books next to his feet exploded into collumns of pages, forming shields from the poles. He shot out the pages like scales, impaling the bodies again. This time, Lexander pulled the pages out from the soldiers and rammed them back into different places, trying to render them nothing more than chunks of meat and bone. The chunks of body hit the floor after only three seconds. Lexander was barely even tired. After all, alchemy was easy enough, if you had everything you needed attuned to your body.
"You‘re pretty good for an old man," Samuel said, frowning mockingly. "Well then, I guess I'll have to play rough." Samuel flew at Lexander, and swung a something at him so fast it looked like nothing more than a flash of steel. Lexander countered with a wall of pages, wrapping his paper around his blade and pulling it from Samuel. The man went with the steel, flying over Lexander's head. And then he saw it. The steel had replaced Lexander's hand entirely, but ribbons of flesh were still wrapped around it, as spindly as they may be. Samuel flashed a smile as he swung over head, but twisted in midair and hit the wall on his feet.
"Dealchemize," Becca said from Lexander's other side. She flicked her hand at his pages, and they quickly fluttered to the ground, useless. Lexander made a pulling gesture from the bookcase nearest to her, and they slammed into her. Hard. She flew towards the other side of the library, slamming into another bookcase. Lexander took a moment to process. Dealchemize? What spell was that? What magic family did it come from? It wasn't black magic, it wasn't seer magic, it certainly wasn't Alchemy. She didn't alter the properties, she just removed all of the magic it had absorbed.
Samuel dropped to the floor lightly, but he didn't spend any more time there than was necessary. He sprang at Lexander, this time with his right hand pulled into a fist. His sword-arm was swinging lazily at his side, ready to be used, but not anxious to go. Suddenly, it seemed like his fist became warped all together, as if surrounded by a strange aura from an entirely different universe. Lexander brought up his paper shield, the ancient pages rising to defend their master. The fist slammed into the near-steel wall hard at first, but kept going, through the paper.
"Dealchemize," Samuel said playfully. The fist caught Lexander right in his chest, after all the turning around he had done. He tried to lift different books and pages from the shelves, but nothing came. He couldn't even feel the alchemy in the room or any of the properties he had assigned them. Samuel brought Lexander crashing down hard onto the hardwood floors, And Lexander felt every pound of that man's body. Samuel held up his sword arm to Lexander's face, and he watched the blade receded back into his skin, and completely disappear. Not even the shape could be found in his skin. It was as if he had pulled it straight from another universe. Chords of flesh reached up from his stub where the blade used to be, and began swirling and wrapping around to form his small, slender fingers. After another second, Samuel's smile stretched further, as if signifying a great secret he was keeping from the rest of the world. His hand suddenly twitched, and then began convulsing, as if in extreme pain.
His hand practically exploded with that dark, ethereal energy. It became some sort of demonic claw, purple in color, with long, green claws. It was almost twice the length of his normal hand, and about one and a half times as big. Lexander normally would have taken this chance to study it and try to learn what it was, but Samuel had already started digging his claw-like fingernails into Lexander's chest. Which, oddly, hurt like hell. Samuel pulled his claw back from Lexander's chest, but there was no blood on the strange, bulging object. No blood on Lexander's chest, no blood on his ripped shirt. But there was a small strand of a red-ish, string-like substance that trailed from the claws to the chest like string. Samuel got to work quickly.
He began wrapping the string around Lexander's arms and legs, running it through the floorboards without having to break them. It was like his claw had no real substance. After that, he began tying his legs down, too. Soon, Lexander was laying spread eagle on the floor, tied to the ground by the odd strings.
"Oh, Becca," Samuel called over his shoulder. "Would you come out, now? All of you?" Becca emerged from the bookcase, scraping off the dealchemized pages. A form dropped from the ceiling, and landed on its feet, sporting an identical white dress. As it stood and turned around, Lexander could see that it was a second Becca. And then a third emerged from the entrance door, and then a fourth from behind a column. What was this magic?
"Pretty neat, huh?" the Becca from the pile of books asked him. She ran a finger a long the face of a nearby Becca, which didn't move or say a word. "You wouldn't think that there were this many of us, but there are." She said the last phrase like it work some kind of child's song. It was like she was taunting him. As everyone was silent, Lexander heard another, familiar set of footsteps. Alicia's.
"But," Lexander started, trying to create noise for Alicia to walk in. "How did you two do all of this? The hand, the copies, the corpses?"
"Oh, you want to know about that?" Becca asked. She walked over to the constrained Lexander, and bent down closely to Lexander's face. She was so close that if Lexander turned his head, he would have brushed against her mask. "The sixth magic." she whispered. "We're the only sixth magic mages on Earth. What do you think of that?"
"King me," Samuel demanded.
A pair of louder, more distinct footsteps echoed from outside his house. They were getting closer, and they were doing so quickly. All of the Beccas and Samuel got down on their knees, kneeling to the next person. As he walked in, Lexander felt a sense of doom and royalty, all at the same time. The man had some sort of crown fashioned on his head. It wasn't a gold one with jewels, though. It was a crown of bone. The bone came up in small horn-like protrusions, eight of them equally spaced around his head. They were bridged together by other bone c, which was long and pulled down the back of his head. He was wearing long robes that trailed behind him. They were black with red lining, and made him look extremely foreboding. The material they were made out of made it look like he was floating through the air towards Lexander's restrained body, and he seemed to be glowing with life, but at the same time, his face looked sad, full of never-ending depression.
"Master Archadian," the Beccas and Samuel said in unison. The man had closed his eyes since he had came in, but as soon as he stood over Lexander, he opened them. They were a sickening shade of purple, one that made Lexander quake. It was like he had never seen purple before, as if that color didn't exist anywhere in any world. For the first time in a long time, Lexander was scared. The man reached out his hand, and held it over Lexander's chest, from four feet up.
Lexander began hearing a sharp ringing, along with seeing vibrant red everywhere. Suddenly, an intense pain wracked his chest, filling his body with a blinding sensation. He couldn't think, he couldn't see straight, and that ringing almost became distant. Was he screaming? There was a muffled sound, but he couldn't hear it. It sounded like Lexander was screaming, but he couldn't even feel himself doing it. What was this.
Samuel quickly turned towards the kitchen door, as if he heard something. As he neared it, it got louder and louder. It was a faint scribbling sound, like someone was writing on the door. Suddenly, they door exploded forward, taking Samuel down to the floor with it. A girl, no older than sixteen, ran in the room, holding a copper-turned-iron pipe. It was about three feet long, and she was holding it like a sword. Smart girl. She was wearing the typical training gear for one in the alchemy family. It was a pair of brown work pants, with black stains all over the sides and front, a white T-shirt with purple highlights to signify her level of mastery. Purple meant she was one step under a fully fledged mage. Her required armguards were strapped on tight, just like the gloves she was wearing. Her brown hair was tied up in a bandana on her head, giving her a very hard working look.
"Master," she cried out, clutching the pole so hard her knuckles were white under the pressure. "Lexander!" She took the pipe up into a more fight-worthy position, and looked at the man with his hand over Lexander. There was some kind of purple aura streaming from his hand down until it was around Lexander's chest, like a spotlight trying to find his heart. Lexander's chest was glowing red where that aura was, and his screams blocked out any noise the spell was trying to make.
"Alicia," He made out between screams. "Run!" He flexed his hand, and the red around his chest surged. Something of an equally red shade slammed into her, and she was sent flying through the kitchen, indestructible. He had cast that on her as he flung her, his final show of kindness towards her. She hit the back wall hard, and fell to the floor. There was a tiny door next to her, almost like a doggy-door, but bigger. It was built to ship out supplies. But more importantly, it led to the driveway, which is where she kept her motorcycle. Alicia slipped out the door, covering her ears.
A sickening rip filled the air, and reached Becca's and Samuel's ears just as quickly as the smell of blood reached their noses. Some crystalline rock was poking out from Lexander's chest, deep red in color. That same red that was everywhere. It began tearing out of his chest hard, until it practically exploded outwards. It looked like half of a yin-yang symbol, floating between the two men. It was beautiful, and completely smooth. Even the cut was smooth. The pain was gone in his body, and Lexander could think again. Though admittedly, he could only ask unanswerable questions. The stone rose into the man's hand, and he began looking it over. He seemed fine with the object, until he turned to see the cut. His eyes turned harsh, full of anger and hate. He shouted angrily at the Beccas and at Samuel, who was still beneath a wooden door.
"Get that girl," he said. His voice was gravelly and old, but still full of power and strength. "This bastard gave her the other half!"
"Yes master," They all said, fanning out in every direction. They would search the house if need be.
"As for you," the apparent master said, turning his head to face Lexander. "You're time in this world is over. Goodnight." The old man waved his arm, and Lexander felt his entire body let go. Death wrapped its cold fingers around him and pulled him under, painlessly and quickly.
Well, now that THAT love affair is over, let's get to my comments.
Cronstructive criticism only, you whores. D:< No flaming.
If you want to say something good, I'll take that too.
And the title is a working title, so deal with it. If you have a better title suggestion, then suggest the title. Otherwise don't talk about it. >>;
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Tis a compliment, because I greatly enjoyed the series.
