Thursday, 2 June 2011

SD Part 4

Well I've written the next part. I just love the Banished. Brilliant villains. So much fun to write. I will hopefully be introducing some more of you in Part 5 *looks over at Alex and Skyril* and hopefully we'll see a bit more of Kallista and Israel as well.

In a dark and shadowy chamber the Banished were gathered together waiting for Nyx Dawn to report. A piercing inhuman voice shrieked with rage. Her voice rose to a cacophonous frenzy of blood lust and fury, blotting out the squeals and cries of the ill fated messenger. His tortured screams, exceedingly shrill and drawn out were drowned by the roar of the Banished’s leader, as She thought of the terrible news that the messenger had brought. Her face was twisted in paroxysms of seething wrath as She continued to feast. Gradually the horrific sounds emanating from the messenger ceased, leaving only the vile noises of crunching, swallowing and the chewing of flesh and gristle. Eventually these sounds also ceased, leaving unadulterated silence. As blood dripped from Her jaws She stared around at the other three, who sat there quiet and impassive, waiting for Her to speak. But She just seethed, and the redness slowly drained from Her eyes. Then She turned around and the Banished continued to wait for the report of Nyx Dawn.


  Meanwhile, Nyx Dawn herself cursed and wiped her long black hair out of her eyes. She was due to report to her masters in five minutes and they did not like to be kept waiting. She remembered the threat for anything that was less than perfect and she had absolutely no desire to be devoured. Yet a complication had arisen, one that she knew would make her masters completely livid and was wandering how to tell them whilst keeping her life. As she looked over the acres of land that surrounded the giant manor known only as Elysium Asylum, she hoped that this would be the last time, never again did she wish to try and break into such a haven, it was currently beyond her power. But at last her target had left the building, hopefully to somewhere more accessible. Yet here was the complication. He was not alone. Her masters had assured her that he would come here in vain, that he would not find the person he was looking for. However it appeared that he had succeeded for he had left with a young boy with flaming hair. Literally. His hair was constantly on fire.  And now she had to make a report to her masters informing them that Octaboona Ambrosius was no longer the last.

Nyx took out her mobile and called the Banished. Thankfully it was not She who answered but the other female.
“I am here to make my report” Nyx stated briskly. “Octaboona Ambrosius has left Elysium Asylum at last. Although there is one small complication....”
“We know of it.” the cold harsh voice snapped. “The messenger who told us has met an unfortunate...demise. Be thankful that we know or your fate would be most...unpleasant.”
Nyx shuddered. “Take out the boy first. Then return to your original assignment.” The phone went dead.
As the sun set in a glow of crimson and amber, the light glinted off the jewelled dagger in Nyx’s hand and off the blackness of her eyes. A dreadful calmness could be seen in them as a tendril of shadow snaked its way around the dagger’s gleaming blade.
“I am coming.”


Pyro-Dawn tried pushing at the air. The feather didn’t move. Pyro-Dawn screwed up his face and tried again. The feather remained resolutely still. Pyro willed the feather to move with every iota of his being. He pushed at the air again. The feather didn’t even twitch. Pyro glared at it, pointed a finger at it and a torrent of fire gushed from his fingertip, incinerating the feather and reducing it to less than ash.
“Ha. Take that you lousy feather!” Pyro muttered.
Octaboona looked up and sighed. He waved his hand and gathered the individual atoms that made up the feather from the air and reassembled them. The feather reappeared in front of Pyro, who made a face, then Octaboona flicked his finger and the feather went flying up into the air.
“Now try again. And please try and refrain from burning it. It got boring after the first twelve times.”
Pyro glared daggers at the feather and tried pushing at the feather again. To his surprise, it moved slightly.
“Well done.” Octaboona looked at Pyro. “You have managed to show some control over an element other than fire. Yes you have a particular affinity for fire but you need to have absolute control over the other three elements. You have the ability. I saw it in you.”
He lowered his voice. “You are the one.”
Pyro rolled his eyes and the fire in his hair flashed a little more brightly. “The one what?” he asked impatiently. “You keep on saying I am the one and that you are no longer the last, we all have the Force, the Death star will destroy us all, yada, yada, yada. But why are you so vague?” he cried. “Can’t you be a bit more specific? You are the last what exactly? I am the one to do what? And who are these Banished people anyway?”
Octaboona’s eyes flashed with a steely glint and Pyro fell silent.
“All in good time Pyro-Dawn. When you are ready to know I will tell you.”
Pyro sighed and incinerated the feather once again.

The Banished opened their eyes and gasped.
“It’s true.” the first voice said. “Octaboona Ambrosius is no longer the last Great Immortal. He turned to look at Her. “He has found a second.”
A second voice issued from the darkness. “It is of even more importance that Nyx Dawn kills the boy, before he learns too much.” His voice went deep and raspy as She took control of his mind.  “He must die before he finds out who we are!”

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

The very long awaited SD Part 3

Well. Where to begin. It's been such a long time since I posted some fanfic. If you can't remember what happened previously then I advise rereading the first two parts. I've had many different ideas and I even made an OC for one of them but I disliked each one and it is only now that I am happy with the way to move on. This fanfic is now going to be closely linked with my brother's, Pyro. It is set slightly in the past of Pyro's at least for now and I don't quite know how you should read them. I expect you should try and read them together but hopefully they will work on their own. Anyway here is Part 3 of the Science of Darkness.

Octaboona Ambrosius stood over the mutilated body of Kenspeckle Grouse. Just as Kenspeckle’s dying memory was of the last time he saw Octaboona, so Octaboona thought of it now.
“I am now truly alone.”
As Octaboona looked down at the blood stained corpse a question formed on his lips.
“Did you forgive me?”
This thought went around and around in Octaboona’s mind.
“Did you forgive me for the death of our sister?”
And as he turned to leave, he thought about the cause of his siblings’ deaths. Both of them fell at the hands of the Remnants.
“And who created the Remnants?” Octaboona asked himself. But he refused to listen to the answer that emerged from the crevices of his brain. Octaboona hurried from the carnage of the bloody room, twin columns of fire swirled from his hands and licked at the edge of the operating table. Octaboona closed the door on the raging inferno of his brother’s funeral pyre, and the fine white powder; all that remained of Kenspeckle Grouse.


Nyx Dawn strode into the darkened chamber, shadows swirling around her head, reflecting darkness off her jewelled dagger.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure it’s meant to be impressive” a cold harsh voice split the shadows.
Nyx was not intimidated. “I heard you needed an assassin.” she replied coolly. “The best.”
Nyx heard a second voice, just as harsh but female. “We have an assignment for you. If you are in fact capable of it.”
Nyx laughed suavely “Capable? I could kill anything on this planet.” She brushed her black fringe out of her eyes. The golden tips glinted in the dusky room.  “But before we make the deal I want to know two things. Firstly who am I working for?”
A third voice, emotionless and chilling, answered her. “We are the Banished.”
 “And secondly who exactly do you want me to kill?”
The last of the Banished stirred. Her silhouette was monstrous. Nyx took a step back. When she spoke, Her voice was piercing and inhuman, it sent needles of pain through Nyx’s eardrums.
“You must seek out and destroy Octaboona Ambrosius. For he is the last. When he is dead, none shall stop us. When Octaboona Ambrosius is dead, the Banished shall rise!”
Nyx’s eyes widened but she showed no other sign of weakness. “We have a deal”.


Octaboona made his way back to Ireland. Now that he was alone, now that he was the last, he must return to his homeland. He would find his way to Elysium Asylum, that secretive haven for the great and the good. For surely it would be there that he would find what he needed. It would be in Elysium Asylum that he would find his answer.

Israel Elysium sat staring out the window. His double barrel sawn off shotgun rested in his hands as he readjusted his large brown jacket. No one was there, yet when he looked into the future, a tall figure, dressed in purple robes was approaching the doors of the Asylum.
“Who was this stranger?” Israel wondered as he made his way down to the entrance hall. He opened the large oak doors, just as the stranger was about to knock.
“Perfect timing.” he thought to himself.
“Who the hell are you?” Israel demanded of the stranger, “and what are you doing here?”
Israel looked at him closely. "Hang on." he scowled. "I recognize your face..." he trailed off.
 “My name is Octaboona Ambrosius” the purple clad stranger replied. “I am the Paragon of the Horde of Iridescent Indigo, also known as the Purple Poet and I am the last of....”
Octaboona sighed. “Well let’s just say I am the last” he muttered sadly.
Israel looked at him in shock. “But... you can’t be real... not possible... a distant legend...” he stared at Octaboona.
“Prove it to me.”
“Very well”.
Octaboona began to recite:

“A goddess amongst human kind
With skin as pale as snow
Whose eyes of ice stared harshly down
 At all that lay below

Her aura was of lavender
Its shine lit up the night
Kallista hair of silken gold
Outraced the birds in flight”

“That’s so beautiful. And yet utterly tragic” came a voice from behind Israel.
“You remember my name! I wasn't sure if you'd remember me!” Kallista Pendragon exclaimed.
“Well I am the Purple Poet” Octaboona stated simply.
Israel narrowed his eyes.
“I could look into your soul too if you so desire” Octaboona snapped impatiently.
“No. That’s fine” Israel answered briskly.
“So Octaboona, what brings you to my home?”
“I am here to look for a person. Many mages stay here do they not? All with pure hearts I believe?”
“Well I am searching for a protégée. Someone to teach. To ensure the hope. I am the last...” he trailed off.


Octaboona groaned in dismay. Several weeks he had stayed in Elysium Asylum, concealed up in the attic where he would not be disturbed. He had performed many tests on the mages there, much to Israel’s disgust, yet Octaboona was adamant. One of these mages must have the potential, he insisted, despite Israel’s warnings that these mages were his guests and that Octaboona had no right to behave like this.

Yet it appeared that none of them had the right qualities to defeat the Banished; although Kallista had appeared to be the one he was looking for. Kallista had become very close friends with this mysterious poet, and was the only person apart from Israel who he allowed to enter the attic.  
“Yes Kallista?”
Kallista pushed open the door to the attic. She stared around at the piles of books and pieces of parchment, covered with flowing golden ink. As she stepped into the room, Octaboona turned around and sighed.
“You still haven’t found the right mage?” she inquired.
“No. And that’s everyone in this place who I’ve tested.”
“And you still won’t tell us what you’re looking for?”
“I expect not.”
“Well I’m sure that they’re out there somewhere”. Kallista spoke encouragingly. “You just need to keep looking.”
Octaboona stared into her eyes. “I’ve spent 500 years searching for this person. They may not even be born yet” he replied. “But they must be!” he cried. “For they are growing stronger. If they still aren’t born then it is too late!”
Kallista sat down on a stool, moving a large stack of papers onto the floor. “I know what you’re doing. I could feel it when you tested me. You’re looking into our souls aren’t you?”
“Well that’s one way of putting it” Octaboona smiled.
 “Israel still doesn’t trust you” Kallista murmured. “He doesn’t believe you.”
Suddenly there was a commotion from downstairs. Loud yells and thumps echoed up from below.
Octaboona rushed downstairs. A young boy, fearful and pale, was staring around in surprise.
“Where am I?” he cried. “What’s happening to me?”
Octaboona stared deep into his eyes and with a sudden shock of realization, he knew that this boy was the person he had been seeking. A smile broke out across his face.
“You are the one” he whispered.
“The what?” the young boy asked.
As Octaboona stared at him, looked deep into his soul, a spark leapt into the boy’s hair, setting it alight. The boy yelled in shock, but the flames didn’t seem to harm him.
“What’s your name?” Octaboona enquired.
The boy thought for a while.
“My name is Pyro...  Pyro-Dawn”