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Let's go back to 5, Opportunity
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The Fairy Lord’s nails dug cruelly into the other boy’s shoulders, making him wince,” “Look at me,, Qassanori,” the first boy grated.
The 11-year-old gritted his teeth against the pain, his deep-set blue eyes blazing with determination in spite of his uncontrollable trembling. “Not so long as there is life in me,” he retorted defiantly.
Qydra’s eyes narrowed, then with brutal ferocity he struck the other boy’s chest with both fists, ignoring the blood that spurted just under his hands. “You’re a fool, Aivahri,” he hissed, using the boy’s Scenorian, rather than Qiryntian, name. “Pretty soon, your pathetic little life shall cease, and the opportunity I offer will be gone.”
Qassanori coughed weakly, then laughed humorlessly. “What nonsense; even if you spare me for a bit, I’d be nothing more than a puppet… so, no, Qydra, I will not look at you, for I know well the hypnotic effect of those eyes.”
“Don’t say I didn’t give you ample opportunity,” Qydra said icily, his hands now laid flat against the other boy’s chest. Qassanori gave a strangled cry as the Fairy Lord pushed down with all his strength, causing the 11-year-old’s chest to cave in upon itself.
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Reply #1721. Oct 14 11, 12:55 PM
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“Last chance,” Qydra said, his fingertips resting lightly above his victim’s heart. Blood soaked his hands, but the 11-year-old seemed not to care.
The dying boy shifted his body slightly away from his torturer, his blue eyes clouded with a mixture of pain and fury. “You really think torturing me before I die will change my answer,” he rasped contemptuously. “You’ll never understand what it is to live an honorable life.”
“Why would I want to do that,” the Fairy Lord asked mockingly. “There’s no fun in it.
“That’s what separates you Dark from us Light,” Qassanori continued weakly. “You may claim to have morals, but in point of fact you have none.”
“What’s obvious to me,” Qydra murmured as his gaze sought, and held, that of his prey, “is that you are lost to all reason.”
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Qassanori shuddered violently as an agonized scream was wrenched from his throat. Then, abruptly, he lay still, his eyes losing their defiant light.
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Reply #1722. Oct 14 11, 12:56 PM
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The second folder, The Ice Sculpture, is based loosely on the first series
1, Triumph
1, Glee (combines certain aspects of the second series)
“What have you done to him,” Ontario demanded, blind rage temporarily rendering him incapable of movement.
The Fairy Lord laughed mockingly. “How long it’s taken you, O Prince, to see the truth before you.”Quick as a flash of lightning, he bent over the 12-year-old, holding his head back cruelly with one hand and gazing full into the intense blue eyes. “Your twin’s been under my spell for months, and you didn’t even suspect until a few days ago.”
Ontario shivered at the younger man’s touch, a thin sheet of ice forming where the fingers touched the skin. The young man cursed inwardly, feeling more helpless now than at any point in his twelve years prior to this moment. For a space, the two boys stared at each other wordlessly before, with an effort, the 12-year-old averted his gaze. “What now Qydra,” he muttered between chattering teeth.
“You sure you really want to know,” the 11-year-old mocked. Then, surprisingly, he released his cousin and stepped back. “You can stand up; I won’t hurt you.”
‘I wouldn’t trust that kid even if he didn’t have that stupid smirk on his face,’ Ontario thought. Even so, he got to his feet. ‘I won’t just lie here like a docile sheep waiting for the slaughter,’ he thought, his gaze scanning the area for magical traps.
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Reply #1723. Oct 14 11, 12:59 PM
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2, Defiance
When his cousin sprang, Ontario was caught completely off guard. ‘How does he do that,’ the twelve-year-old thought as a blast of frigid air tickled his skin. ‘It’s as if—‘
With a groan, the young man sank to his knees, teeth chattering uncontrollably as unseen fingers probed his tender flesh. ‘No,’ he thought as all his energies flowed away like water, and he sank closer and closer to the hard ground.
“Still want the answer,” his cousin’s mocking voice asked in his ear, and Ontario shrank from the feel of his breath. Qydra laughed, then bent closer and whispered, “what do you expect to gain by that, Qodi?”
At the mention of his Qiryntian name, the 12-year-old used his remaining strength to roll himself over and erect his internal barriers. “It’s not over, Qydra,” he muttered thickly, his voice trembling with more than cold.
“Your resistance amuses me,” the 11-year-old responded, chuckling.
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You could make a cheesy film out of that due to that line
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Reply #1724. Oct 14 11, 1:00 PM
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3 Icicle (I'm becoming quite good at abbreviating titles, as Word doesn't allow me in the file/folder if the name is "too long")
The Fairy Lord’s fingers brushed lightly against his cousin’s cheek. “Can’t stop me if you want to,” he crowed. Ontario let out his breath in a hiss of pain, and the younger boy chuckled. “You know what I’ve always admired in you, Qodi? That you don’t give up no matter what.”
As the Fairy Lord clapped both hands against his cheeks, the twelve-year-old cried out, then began shivering uncontrollably. ‘No,’ he thought for the hundredth time that day, throwing his hands up in half-hearted defense.
Qydra’s smile widened. “Cold, are you,” he mocked, his icy breath once again in his cousin’s ear. When the other boy didn’t answer, he grew thoughtful. “Something tells me,” he said slowly, “you’ve never experienced true cold before.” In one quick gesture, he pulled the twelve-year-old’s body in close, prompting more violent shivers from his cousin. “You’re not alone, you know—most people have no idea what mind-numbing cold is.”
For a moment, Qydra just sat there with one hand on Ontario’s back and the other cradling his head. Slowly, deliberately, he bent forward to stare, for the second time, into the blue eyes of the older boy. “You’re quite helpless against me,” he whispered, watching as the young man’s face was covered by tiny ice crystals from his breath. Then, still gazing intently into his cousin’s eyes, uttered one word, “Maquevahra,” that immediately hardened the crystals and caused more to form over them.
Ontario’s gasp was cut short as the sheet of ice slithered down his chin like a snake and locked around his throat. The young man’s hands fell limply at his sides, his blue eyes filling with a tremendous fear. ‘No,’ his brain shrieked as the icicles continued to swarm over his body, moulding to the flesh like a second skin.
“Think that’s all,” the eleven-year-old asked mockingly, “because if you do you’re much mistaken.”
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This is the part that's based loosely on the first series
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Reply #1725. Oct 14 11, 1:04 PM
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4 Demolition (I had problems getting it to open until I named it this-not exactly the right title, but at least I don't have to fight with it now)
“Such a cute Ice Sculpture you make,” Qydra commented, gazing down at the young man. No response, no movement, belied the sluggish life remaining in Ontario’s veins.
Qydra’s hand strayed to his belt, where a wicked-looking dagger lay half-concealed by his considerable bulk. “Such a pity,” he murmured, fingering the blade.
Suddenly, he plunged the weapon into the sculpture, earning an agonized cry from his victim. Ferociously, Qydra pulled the blade from the ice and, deliberately picking an area guaranteed to generate a lot of blood, thrust downward once more.
This time, Ontario’s cry was more a strangled sob, and Qydra’s eyes danced triumphantly as he repeated the process. And with a final gasp, the twelve-year-old lay still, his life’s blood slowing to a drizzle.
The Fairy Lord wiped the blade clean on one of the few icicles still clinging to his cousin’s body. “Good-bye, Qodi,” he said softly before, with a savage cruelty common only to him, bringing the ball of his foot down on every exposed part of his victim’s corpse. Flesh tore, bones fractured, and above it all Qydra’s laughter shook the surrounding area.
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Ewww, ewww, ewwwwwww!
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And that's what I thought as I wrote this
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Reply #1726. Oct 14 11, 1:06 PM
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2, Narrative
1, Surprise
‘Won’t he be surprised,’ I thought as I watched the destruction of one of my creations with forced disinterest. I did note, with some surprise, that it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. ‘Maybe I didn’t expend enough energy for it to matter.’ That made me chuckle. Any amount of Power would create a strain on me, unless…
Thoughtfully, I tugged my Eagle Pendant from its perch around my neck—and almost fell over as an excruciating agony assailed my senses. With trembling fingers, I refastened the chain, letting the stone fall once more against my chest—and breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Thanks be to the Protector!’
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One of the harder concepts to express in words
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Reply #1727. Oct 14 11, 1:08 PM
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I forgot one
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7 The Woodland
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“A party in progress,” the newcomer said, taking in the scene with a practiced eye, “may I join you?”
“Qydra,” Ontario exclaimed, relaxing his grip on the throat of the boy next to him, “what are *you doing here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the Fairy Lord replied, stalking over to the two young men. “Let him up.”
“I think not.” Recovering from the surprise of seeing his enemy, the 13-year-old grasped his brother’s bloody chin in one hand, tracing his jawline with a fingertip. Alonso shuddered convulsively as his flesh gave way beneath his twin’s merciless fingers, then turned to spit out the blood filling his mouth.
“You have to look at me sometime,” Ontario hissed.
“I don’t,” Alonso croaked.
“And folks tell me *I’m stubborn,” Ontario exclaimed, jerking his twin’s head roughly to one side, then the other, causing the young man to howl in agony.
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How could he have forgotten the third person in the wood?
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Reply #1728. Oct 14 11, 1:35 PM
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Suddenly, Ontario released his twin and sank to his knees in a puddle of blood . “Forget about me,” Qydra grated, standing over the young man with one hand upraised like a judge ready to pronounce sentence.
Ontario moaned, struggling to erect some barrier in his defense. The Fairy Lord chuckled, waving his hand expressively. “I’m here,” he said above the young man’s agonized cries, “because your brother asked me to come.”
‘No,’ the 13-year-old thought weakly, fighting a surge of nausea that washed over him in waves. Then, sensing a movement to his left, he turned—in time to see Alonso’s hand just inches from his own. ‘No,’ he repeated.
“You have a choice, cousin,” the 11-year-old mocked, “gaze into your brother’s eyes and allow him to destroy you, or else accept an even worse fate at my hands.”
“I… think not,” Ontario croaked, cringing at the irony of his words.
“You can’t move even if you wanted to,” Alonso reminded him, “and we’ve already established your pathetic little shields stand no chance against my Power.”
With a strangled cry as his barriers collapsed around him, the 13-year-old slipped into the Realm of Blackness.
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Reply #1729. Oct 14 11, 1:50 PM
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Ontario groaned weakly as the veil of consciousness lifted and he found himself staring into his twin’s murderous face. ‘No,’ he begged as his vision began to blur again.
“Khatraisovahra,” Alonso whispered mockingly as his twin threw up a hand to protect himself. Alonso caught the hand and held it tightly, oblivious to the blood spurting from two deep gashes: one across the palm, the other on the opposite side. Ontario cried out, then went limp as more and more blood flowed out of his body like water drawn from a well.
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Reply #1730. Oct 14 11, 1:59 PM
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The Fairy Lord eyed the older boy contemptuously. “What made you decide to call on me for help,” he said conversationally.
The 13-year-old stared around him wildly, already regretting his impulse. ‘Qodi, I’m so sorry,’ he thought numbly. ‘I forget why, but I lost my temper and—‘
Suddenly, he heard a muffled curse followed by a loud thud, and turned to see the 11-year-old writhing in agony between himself and his brother who, to his surprise—and confusion—was weak, but very much alive. “Never underestimate,” he panted, “the power of the twin connection.”
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Reply #1731. Oct 14 11, 2:08 PM
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The young man fell back on the mossy ground, trying not to wince as a sharp pain pierced his skull. “I don’t get it,” he muttered thickly, “I mean—“
His words were cut short by his brother’s hand covering his mouth. “You really don’t know, Ontario asked incredulously, “twas only a training exercise—that is, until Qydra appeared.”
‘But I attacked you!’
“The purpose of today’s training exercise was to find out what would happen if you lost control,” his twin informed him. “How was I to know the Dark would put in an appearance?”
‘We should have guessed—They always seem to know what we’re doing and when.’
“At least we both have an idea of what the other can do should the need arise.”
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Reply #1732. Oct 14 11, 2:17 PM
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You can't make this stuff up
Just received a call for a Carmen Franco
Haven't gotten any of those in a while (the name they're requesting is different, but nothing else is)
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Reply #1733. Oct 14 11, 2:25 PM
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Part 4 is called The Cobra
1 Vengence
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Waryn Gonzales smiled hugely, revealing teeth that more resembled those of a ferocious beast than those of a human. ‘Just you wait, dad,’ he thought savagely, ‘for the day is coming soon when you will bow to my superior will.’
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Reply #1734. Oct 14 11, 3:50 PM
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2 Waryn's Masterpiece
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The Cobra grinned broadly as he surveyed the wall in front of him. He didn’t know when the idea to paint the wall with scenes of his conquest occurred to him, but the ghastly images brought him no end of pleasure each time he saw them. “The Darkness is here,” the 11-year-old whispered triumphantly, “and it is here to stay.”
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Reply #1735. Oct 14 11, 3:51 PM
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3 Prey
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The Cobra slid into the room on silent feet, grateful again the moonlight was enough light to illumine his path. “Predictable as ever,” he thought as he climbed through the open window and padded toward the adjoining bedroom, “everyone asleep, never mind that death stalks nearer.” |
Reply #1736. Oct 14 11, 3:52 PM
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Waryn made no sound as he eased the door open and slunk forward to where a young man lay on a mattress on the floor, his back to the intruder. “He won’t even know what hit him,” the boy muttered gleefully. “Oh, how I love this job!”
But as the 11-year-old reached out to pull the prey to himself, the young man stirred, opened his eyes, and in a lightning fast movement had a blade pressed to Waryn’s throat. “Who are you,” he demanded in a voice that in no way showed he’d been roused from a deep sleep.
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Reply #1737. Oct 14 11, 3:53 PM
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4 Two for the Price of One
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Harmony bit her lip to keep from crying out, not at the pain but the injustice of it all. ‘It’s bad enough that beast’s got me,’ the 12-year-old thought bitterly, ‘but to trap Ontario—‘ Her mind spun, attempting vainly to conceive of a way he could escape. But it was, with a sinking heart, that she realized it was hopeless: ‘He won’t leave without me, same as I’d not leave him in Their clutches.’
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Reply #1738. Oct 14 11, 3:54 PM
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The blade sliced down into the young woman’s shoulder, causing a whimper of pain to erupt from between her pursed lips. Vainly, she attempted to arch her back and tug her legs free from the crisscrossing straps that secured her to the mattress, but those bonds were as unyielding as the fibers tying her wrists to the bedframe.The slightest movement was sheer torture, and she finally gave up, despair flooding her heart. ‘This can’t be the end,’ she thought numbly, ‘not when I’ve finally met the one I love and—‘
“To Harmony’s right, a young man was even more helpless than she to loose his bonds. He lay on a metal table with his legs trapped between sturdy brackets which, at the press of a button, slid together at the knees. Similarly, the 13-year-old’s arms were fastened behind his head, but instead of brackets their were two posts which pulsed with a strong electric current.
Between the two captives stood an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy with a bloody dagger in one hand, the other resting on a switch. “Two for the price of one,” he murmured,” his hand twitching convulsively. “Which one should I butcher first.”
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Reply #1739. Oct 14 11, 3:54 PM
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Skip five for the moment
Six is a variation on "Attack of the Beast," though it takes place in Qirynse and not Stinokia (I have yet another one in the Sentorian folder along the same lines)
6 Flynn Qiaso
1 The Vampire
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The beast’s pointed fangs glistened like pointed daggers in the gleam of the moonlight, casting shadows on the floor of the tiny hut. Near the center of the room lay a human figure, and toward this the vampire crept soundlessly. The young man was oblivious to his surroundings, his eyes clouded with a private hell.
Flynn Qiaso stopped just inches from his victim, his nostrils flared in anticipation. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, he lunged and sank his fangs into tender flesh.
The young man gave a startled cry, than lay limp as the fangs dug deeper. And within no time at all, the only sounds were the growls and groans of delight made by the vampire as he drank deeply of his victim’s blood.
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