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I just hope to heaven that they don't sue me
All original characters are mine and all locales and artefacts
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Also the storyline is distinctly mine.
Chapter 2
What a quaint little place an inside
of a London Telephone Box can be. That was what I
thought as I looked around in the room of the person
whom I was supposed to call only the Doctor.
Me !?! Lestat de Lioncourt,one of the most powerful
beings on Earth, taking commands from a mere mortal.
But, still Memnoch told me that if I even touch one hair
on the Doctor's head he'll personally punish me in Hell.
A prospect that I do not like.
' Where are we going, Doctor ?' I asked as I settled
myself into one of the more comfortable chairs.
' We're supposed to pick up a certain Miyu in another
universe-'
' WHAT !'
' We're going to pick up another person in another universe.'
' Universe, my dear Doctor, is a very broad statement of
distance.'
' Yes, that is why I am using the TARDIS.' The unruly mortal
pulled down a lever and I felt the quesiest feeling in my stomach.
*********************
Max Carnellian's looks fit his job. He was
a man of medium height and black hair that no one would
notice. His shifty eyes and his long fingers helped in his work.
Maxmillian Carnellian was an assasin.
An assasin with a problem. A big problem.
He had a conscience. Yeah, he was the best of the best
according to his trainer, but he couldn't kill anyone without a
very good reason.
' No way, uh-uh. I'm not going to kill someone's father.'
' But ,Carnellian, the Guild needs a high price job. This
would cover all our debts and our operating expenses
for a year.' said the Head Assasin in pleading tone.
' Still, NO !'
' Why ,in heaven's name, won't you kill him ?'
' He's someone's father , you idiot ! If I kill him the kid
loses someone to care for him !'
' The kid still has a mother ,Carnellian ! And he's twelve
years old by the gods ! I've seen kids younger than him
survive on their own !' His superior said, voice rising.
Carnellian didn't take the hint.
' And they're all street theives ! The kid still needs a father !
I'm not going to kill some one unless you give me a good
reason !'
The sounds of a dozen assorted blades leaving their
sheaths and the feel of cold steel on his neck, suddenly
gave Carnellian a _very_ good reason.
*********************
Genevieve or 'Jenny' was a disgrace to her
family name. A de Sade who became a celibate nun was an
utter disgrace to a family dedicated to the pleasures of the
flesh. But Sister Jenny de Sade had weathered both her
parent's disowning her and the Mother Superior's constant
suspicion that she was another sexual deviant in search for
a disguise.
But having a De Sade as a nun was not enough for the
Vatican. She was also a very special kind of nun.
For centuries, the De Sade family was a
magically powerful family and an inclusion of a De Sade in
a very special section of the Vatican was too good enough
for the Papacy to pass up. This special section specialized
in 'protecting the faith'. Particularly from people and entities
who would have the Church ground into dust. In retaliation the
Church created the 'Defenders of the Faith', people who had
the power and the know-how to combat the infidels who would
dare strike against the Church. People who would kill, hurt,
maim or otherwise give these infidels something to think about.
Sister Jenny was one of these people.
She saw her target from her vantage point
on top of the building. Late teens; black pants, black suit,
and white shirt underneath. Black hair cut in a nice style.
He was quite handsome. A smile was on his lips as he hummed
a happy tune. And he had just stolen a holy artifact of great
power from the Church. She sensed it in his pocket.
Jenny readied her magicks as she was about to jump.
******************
He turned around as heard the cawing
shriek of a falcon swooping down on it's prey. Black energy
burst into existence around him , when he saw three blue
hawks, manifestation's of another's energy.
A tendril of dark energy flared out from the
black aura surrounding him. It quickly coalesced
into the form of a black dragon. The dragon intercepted
the first hawk, taking it into it's gaping maw. Then the
second and, then the third in quick succession.
The dragon returned to it's master, quickly coiling it's
sinuous length protectively around him. It's head was
set beside the boy's face threateningly.
' Your pathetic attempts at humor seem to have angered
my pet, nun.' He said as he ran his hand over the dragon's
oily-black mane.
Jenny leaped downwards from the top of the building.
A hawk followed her downward. Her nun's habit was set
crookedly on her head, revealing a lock of fiery-red hair.
Her face was set in a scowl of hatred.
' That was not intended to be laughed at, demon.'
' Oh, really ? Your attack was almost pathetic enough to make
me laugh.' The boy smiled crookedly at his adversary.
'And if I were a demon, I'd have killed you by now. Would you
believe that I'm one of the good guys ?' he said playfully.
He was answered by an angry glare.
'No , I think not. But really I am. So, either get out of my way or
become another chalk outline on the ground.' He started to turn
around to walk away.
' Not so fast , demon ! ' He heard the nun say as she conjured up
another batch of hawks his way. The teen sighed. He whispered
into his pet's ear.
' Hurt her , but do not kill her.'
The dragon nodded it's assent then moved to meet the hawks,
darkness to meet the light.
******************
Jack looked up from his desk as he heard the
doors whoosh open. He saw one of the white suited paratechs
enter his well-lit office. He acknowledged the man's salute before
he asked his question.
' Status on the situation, Doctor Kerensky.' He asked
as he motioned Kerensky to sit.
' We have the two women under lock and key, sir. The smaller
one is recovering quite well from her wounds, but we still think
she's dangerous though she has not acted against any of those
who treated her. The taller one ,however is another matter. We've
dug up every magickal binding that we have and she's still sending
the nurses flying. We opted for a sleep spell and a little knockout
gas for extra measure.'
' Any information on where in the multiverse they came
from ?'
' Restricted sector, sir. Where we imprisoned one of the
more destructive Old Ones. We thought we locked every
entrance and exit to that dimension. Heck, even the Doctor's
TARDIS can't enter it even if it had Alpha Level
clearance from Central. One of the locals must have made
a very powerful breacher to get out of the place.'
' The identities of the two women ?'
' One keeps ranting about a Lews Therin that you can't
get any sense out of her. The short one calls herself
Moiraine Sedai, whatever that means.'
***************
Veldt's power had protected the sanctuary
sufficiently against the Reality wave that had surged from
the Citadel. Now the Conclave and the Harlequin turned to
the Boy. The Boy, Child of Destinies , Keeper of Secrets was
one of the beings in the multiverse who never appeared except
in times of great danger, danger that had the possibility of
destroying universes.
Now he had appeared before the Conclave, meaning that the
universe was in deep trouble.
The Conclave knew of what the Boy did and knew what to do
when he appeared.
They listened.
They were not pleased at what they heard.
' You mean that one of the Seals has been broken !?! But who
would do that ?' asked Karie as she wiped her glasses on her
vest.
' One who would wish to destroy Reality. You do not need to know
who it is. All will be revealed in time.' The Boy answered in his usual
vague way.
' I sent Horace and Philip to the Citadel before I left. We'll learn
about this being soon enough.' Jarod said.
****************
Horace Marchand could slice a man in two
quite easily. He was a large man, with red hair that matched
the crimson clothes that he wore as a member of the Order of
the Rose. His cutting a man in half would not have been amazing
if Horace Marchand hadn't been blind since birth. The Order
had helped him to focus his abilities so that he could have at
least rudimentary vision via his other senses. He heard the crunch
of the grass as Philip, another member of the Order , stepped on
the grass beneath his feet. He smelt their sap when the blades of
grass where squeezed by his feet. He heard the movement of insects.
He felt the sun on his back. He sensed everything, a mental map
in his mind keeping track of all the changes in the air around him
and his surroundings.
Peace and calm was in the air.
Then he noticed it. A sniff of magic, a residue of power.
Horace focused on these sensory input. They seem to
indicate laughter , enjoyment.
What would a mage from the Citadel use laughter for ?
Horace's contemplation was interupted by Philip's shout of surprise.
' Shit !'
He expanded his senses, he sensed evil. Creatures were
moving towards them.
Normally this would not have made Horace swear.
But unfortunately this was not normally.
He had just sensed one thousand creatures moving towards
them and from their scent he knew that they weren't the
welcoming wagon.
After briefly checking the odds of two to a thousand in his mind
he was forced to concur with Philip's earlier observation.
' Shit !'
***********************
' The Reality Backlash that you had just seen was caused by
an enemy powerful enough to destroy several universes at once.
But that is not its goal.' The Boy paused letting his words sink in.
' It longs top destroy the entire multiverse.'
A collective ' WHAT !!' was the response to his staement.
Hoding up his hand , The Boy , let the Conclave and the Harlequin
settle down.
' But all is not lost. The Grey Lords were awakened from their mortal
sleep. Their powers have been awakened. Yet they do not know who
they are. And they are our only hope. For the Weapons that are kept
at the Keeps of the Balance are the only things that will hurt this being.'
The Boy said looking at the Harlequin with his ivory white eyes. The
Conclave did not notice this as they protested at this task.
' Yeah, right, Boy. Like that's going to be easy.' Said
Reynard sarcastically. ' There are billions of beings in the multiverse.
How are we going to find them ?'
' I have been kind enough to draw up a list of the people you need.'
The Boy said a slight smile appearing on his lips.
***********************
Timothy Blaine wasn't one for innovation. Black haired and standing
at medium height with a normal looking body, he was a nondescript
individual someone you would never miss or notice. That was why he
was quite surprised at what he just did.
For Timothy Blaine had just done something that he didn't think he
would ever do.
Timothy Blaine had just blasted a hole roughly 6 feet in diameter in
the wall of his apartment.
' Oh, shit !'
Tim was just thinking on how he wanted to kick the stuffing out of
that damned professor for giving him a failing mark on the project
he worked hard on. Then he felt something pass over him like a wave.
Then he felt something like electricity dance up his spine. He ignored
it and punched the wall in frustration.
Then the wall exploded outwards giving Timothy quite a nice view of
the city at night time.
Shocked by his sudden show of strength, Timothy looked from his fist
to the hole in the wall.After briefly considering what his landlady would
do to him he considered how much a wall these days costs. Considering
his scant income from his part-time job as a clerk at the local grocery,
his next reaction was not totally far fetched.
He fainted.
***********************
Anna opened her eyes when she felt that quesy feeling
in her stomach stop. She saw a room with metal walls and what seemed
to be four human-looking metal shapes looking at them. Her companion ,
who called himself Mackie , slapped his hand to head as he looked at the
device in his hand.
< What's wrong Mackie ?>
< There's been an accident with my travel device ! >
Anna heard Mackie say something in another language and she was quite
sure it was a swear word by the way his face looked.
She then felt the wind rise a little around her. But this quickly stopped as
the metal shapes took off what seemed to be helmets. Her heart stopped
as she saw what seemed to be herself in strange looking metal armor
looking as shocked as she was.
***********************
Talien Nightingale was totally shocked at what she was
seeing around her. The young chestnut haired bard knew she was bad but
not this bad. The words that her master Harin told her came back to her.
' Your music could raise the dead.'
Having that told to you and seeing it in front of your eyes
is entirely different. She had been practicing her music at Cemetery Hill so
as not to disturb anyone while she practiced in the middle of the night.
She usually stayed until she felt sleepy and went down to Master Harin's
house to sleep. Nothing normally happened during her midnight practices.
This time however, the dead woke up, literally.
Talien was practicing ' Scoll's Serenade' a song about a
dead man coming back for her beloved when she felt something like a wave
pass over her. She suddenly felt energetic, happy. Her hands were playing
the fiddle faster and faster, energy seemed to flow from her hands into the
instrument.
That was when she heard the moaning.
She practically froze in terror as she saw rotting hands coming out of their
graves. She saw spirits rising out of the ground from where their tombs were
marked. They all seemed to be calling for someone's name. Unnoticed by her,
her hand kept playing the fiddle in the tune of the 'Serenade'.
She was about to run when one of strings broke.
And as suddenly as it started the manifestations stopped.
Hands returned beneath the grassy ground and the spirits were silent once
again leaving Talien alone on top of Cemetery Hill, cold wind blowing her long
wavy hair in the wind.
*****************
Kenji saw the wave starting to pick up from far off. He was too
late. No one could save them now. He should have come earlier. He pressed on
the gas and he reached the fishing village after a few seconds of reckless driving.
They piled inside the van. Too many. Damn. He got out and told someone else to
drive while he tried fit as many of the children as he could. He saw the wave
starting to ride higher.
' GO !' he shouted to the fisherman whom he drafted as the driver.
Still a chance for them to escape.
Still a chance.
Always a chance.
The van roared off leaving him alone and he turned to walk to the water's edge
Kenji was born right here in the village. And by Kami-sama he was going to die here.
He saw the gigantic wave grow taller and taller.
He closed his eyes and readied himself for death.
Then he felt as if the wave had already passed over him but instead of bringing
death it had fused him with power.
He opened his eyes and saw the wave. He looked at now with a different viewpoint.
It was nothing more than a ripple in the pond , a voice in his mind said. Dismiss it,
the voice said.
He didn't know why but he obeyed. He held up his hand and told it to go away.
He felt a force flow out of him through his hand flow towards the tidal wave.
The force combatted it and it won, sending the wave back into the deep blue sea.
Kenji sat down feeling exhausted. He thanked the Kami for saving him and his
village. Then he fell back unconscious with a smile on his face.
*****************
Max Carnellian , the assasin with a conscience was currently
in big trouble. Ok, he agreed to kill the man but he didn't count on this. The this of
that statement being the ten foot tall creature with the nasty looking claws which
had just sheared Max's target in half along with his wife. The thing was approaching
the couple's child obviously about to send the child to the same place that it sent
his parent's.
Max ,who was at first glad that he didn't have to have a moral
dilemma on his hands, scowled. This was definitely not in his plan. He was about
to get off the window that he had climbed to when he the part of his mind that gave
him that damned hesitation of killing people was started acting up again. Max knew
that if he left the child that damned piece of gray matter wouldn't let him forget about
it.
Max jumped in , his posion stilleto at the ready and some other
pieces of his arsenal ready to be equipped in a moment's notice. The creature roared
as it heard a sound behind it. It turned around to have it's face catch a flying stilleto.
Unfortunately, the stilleto just broke the skin of the monster and only made it angrier,
something that Max thought as a really bad thing to happen. The beast moved toward
Max pincer claws clacking.
Max did a perfect somersault over the creature, landing behind
it.He saw that the poison didn't seem to have an effect on the creature. He turned
around quickly to look at a place where the damned thing could be hurt. A lesson
from the Executioner, the master of assasins at his guild came back to him.
<Boy, if a thing has a throat, slit it ! Always remember the throat is almost always
the weakest part of anything's body. That's the only way to do it, get behind the
person or thing or animal or whatever and slit it's throat. It'll be dead in seconds ! >
Max sure as hell knew that slitting this throat would be impossible. But he had a
better idea. He didn't hesitate as he jumped onto the thing's back and planted a
special dagger into the weak spot he saw at the place where his teacher told him
it would be.
He was about to jump away when the thing caught his arm. Pain lance up his
shoulders making him scream. Then he felt the world go upside down as he hit
the wall where the kid was still crouched up. He felt his ribs crack and his spine
snap. He slowly opened his eyes to see the thing approach. He gathered his
strength to say two words.
' Fuck you.' He said weakly as he heard the mechanism in the dagger click. He
closed his eyes from the blast as the dagger exploded with amazing force taking
the thing's head off leaving a headless body fall to the ground. <Heh, the damned
thing works after all.> thought Max < Should thank Mearlan for that. If I ever get back.>
He saw the boy come close to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He fit the
description that he had heard from his boss. Brown hair, innocent eyes and
the face that made you want to have children.' Mister , you awake ?' he asked
in a quavering voice. Max nodded weakly. <Damned boy and damned conscience.>
Then he felt something like a wave pass over him. He knew the boy felt it too,
since his eyes lit up all of a sudden.Maybe too brightly, since all of a sudden light
filled the boy's eyes. Max felt something flow into his body. He winced in pain as
he felt like something was rearranging his inside. All of a sudden the light form
the boy's eyes stopped and he felt whole again. In fact, Max felt like he was alive.
Very alive.
He stood up slowly , marvelling at what the boy did. He put a hand on the kid's
shoulder.
' What's your name ?'
' Matthias, sir.'
Max chuckled, having never been called a sir before. Then he remembered
what the boy just did.
' So , Matthias , you do that often ? Bringing people back from the brink of death ?'
' No, sir.it just happened.' He was still nervous from what Max could tell.
Max looked at the place where Matthias' parent's were lying dead.
' Can you bring them back ?'
He saw Matthias' eyes glow a little before returning to normal.
' No. I want to but something inside me is telling me that they're too long gone
for my help.'
Max could see the tears starting to well up in the boy's eyes
' Well, Matthias, you better come with me. No sense of you staying here.
And I promise you ,kid ' he said as he tousled the boy's hair with one hand.
' No one's gonna try to hurt you anymore.
'Thank you-'
' And don't call me sir. Just call me Max. Well, Uncle Max.'
' Yes, Uncle Max'
' Now, kid let's get outta here.'
Max guided the boy out of the room, kicking himself mentally at what he just did.
*****************
Jackie moved quickly down the ventilation duct. He emerged in
a storeroom that was filled with stock for The Mall. It was raining outside and Jackie
didn't like to be wet when he woke up so he decided to risk his hide in finding a dry
place to sleep for the night.
He found a suitable place to sleep, nestled between two of the
larger boxes so as to escape detection. He quickly shrugged of his pockmarked
coat and got ready to sleep. In five minutes he was already dead to the world.
Unfortunately ten minutes after that he was almost literally dead.
It started with the clicking of metallic heels on the floor of the storeroom. Jackie's
green eyes fluttered open. He silently but quickly got up and put on his scruffy green
coat. He knew what that clicking meant and if he wasn't out of the place in a few
minutes he was fried green-eyed street urchin.
Then he felt something like a spider walk up his spine. He shook
the feeling off. He moved silently hoping the Enforcers didn't find him.
He breathed an audible sigh of relief when he reached the ventilation duct opening.
A sigh of relief that was too soon since as he opened the duct a bright light moved
to where he was located.
' Intruder Found. Enabling Security Sequence 5789. Terminate.'
' Hell !' Jackie leapt out of the way as a burst of machine gun fire peppered the place
where he was. He scrambled to a nearby crate for cover.
Jackie swore again as he heard the clicking of metal on metal approached his position.
That was when his fist suddenly burst into flames.
Jackie jumped up in surprise , shouting bloody murder, exposing himself to the Enforcer
robots. They fired and Jackie closed his eyes for the impending feeling of being made
into Swiss cheese.
A feeling that never came.
He opened his eyes and what he saw made him swear again. His
right hand which was currently a flaming torch had stopped all the bullets by creating
a shield of fire. When the shield of fire dissipated, his right hand, once again acting
on it's own, sent a stream of white hot fire towards each droid making them each a
pile of slag in minutes.
And as suddenly as it burst into flames, the flames winked out leaving his hand
relatively unharmed. He ran a hand through his blond hair while he contemplated the
situation.
Jackie suddenly felt himself go weak. Black spots were swimming before his eyes
and his knees gave out leaving him unconscious on the floor.
******************
Jamie Tarrant ripped the woman's spleen out with surgical efficiency.
She was dressed in all in black enough for her to blend in the shadows of London in
1896. It also disguised her gender well, something that was necessary in what she
was doing. She had picked out the prostitute when she was already walking home.
A quick, silent surgical stroke of her scalpel ended the pathetic woman's life in an
instant. But she was not done yet. She dragged the body into an empty lot and
brought out her scalpels and bonesaw. And she proceeded to work.
Jamie held out the spleen ,admiring her handiwork. Her evil smile
showed her pearl white teeth in the moonlight. Then a whistle rang out in the
darkness.
That was when Jamie Tarrant hid herself and Dr. Elizabeth Tarrant , M.D. woke up
from her little nap.
She shrieked as she saw the spleen in her hands trying to remember
what happened. She was just taking a little nap after dinner, before she finished with
the remaining research in her lecture. Then she couldn't remember.She closed her
eyes trying to remember when she felt two strong hands take hold of her shoulders.
' What do we have here ?'
' It seems that we collar'd the bastard.'
He felt the hands grip her tighter and a hard object hit her across the back of her
neck. She was shoved to the wall and a stick struck her stomach making her double
up in pain.
' Please?.. stop.' She pleaded weakly.
' Stop ? We've just begun ya piece of scum.' The policeman said as he raised the
stick high for another hit.
Elizabeth felt something flow into her. She felt like a floodgate was opened within her.
She stood up and her hand suddenly shot out to intercept the nightstick as her other
hand cought hold of the collar of the other policeman's uniform and sent him flying into
the far wall.
' Good God !' the policeman said as he tried to punch her but was stopped by
Elizabeth's hand.
Elizabeth exerted pressure on the stick and it shattered. She felt her strength
heighten. She grabbed the policeman by the collar and turned around and smashed
him into the wall hearing his spine break. Then she was surprised when a guttural
sounding voice came out of her lips.
' No. Not God. Death.' The voice said as she saw her hands glow with an emerald light.
The policeman's body decayed quickly in front of her eyes, passing from a whole
corpse into bones in a few seconds. Elizabeth fainted. Jamie woke up.
Jamie looked around. She smiled again.
' I am Death.' She said before she ran into the shadows.
******************
' You should also be aware that one of them has been moved out of her universe.
She is currently located in what the Time Center calls Sector 8457525364595256.'
The Boy said, saying the number without missing a beat.
Reynard scratched his head, a look of recognition flashed across his face.
' Hey, I have one of my best agent's there.' He said.
' Yes, Lord of Foxes , I have already alerted Fargo to the problem.'
*****************
Fargo sighed. It was a good thing the Boy warned him of the
Backlash. He had enough time to anchor most of the being in his reality to
the limit of his powers and he hoped that it was enough. He rubbed the silver
medallion inside his shirt, a medallion with an image of a fox on it.
He sensed six of them in his Reality. SIx 'visitors' who had
been ripped from their reality and dropped into his.
He sighed again, this time in relief.
Only six.
Already he had two, unconscious in his apartment. He was
currently looking for the third.The damage must have been pretty localized since
from the two he had seen they were just people who had slightly altered histories.
A Linna Yanazaki that was happily married and a Sylia Stingray who's father didn't die.
Fargo sighed again.
He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
He heard a scream. He looked to the right.He swore. Damn bad timing for a boomer
rampage. He quietly moved into the alley to avoid detection. That was when he
sensed it. The boomer doesn't belong here, his interdimensional senses shouted
into his ear. The boomer was his third target.
He sighed again as he pulled a metal chain out of his coat. He touched the
medallion inside his coat to draw from it's Power. He about faced and walked back
into the street. He had already activated the jammer, no one would see him on every
form of electronic equipment and the disruption field that came with the medallion
made him invinsible to normal people unless he wanted to.
He smiled to himself as he lashed the chain out to take the boomer's arm off. He
jumped out of the way of the boomer's return fire.
He chuckled inwardly and thought to himself as he lashed out again with the chain.
< And Sylia wonders why my suit is always scruffy.>
****************
' How about the damage caused by the Backlash, Boy.' asked Marin.
' Most of the damage is localized in their realities, Lady of Doves. Already your
people, along with people from the Time Center are moving to correct these mistakes.'
****************
She was dressed in a jeans and shirt and a long brown coat that
reached to her knees , ready for travel. Nabiki Tendo of the Order of the Fox was
looking for herself. Along with six versions of her younger sister , two of her fiancee
and three of her older sister as of last count. Not counting the other versions of the
people in Nerima. And she was not alone. A version of Tatewaki Kuno and his sister
that were members of the Order of the Rose were also searching for stray dimensional
friends and foes. At least I know Kuno and his sister could have been decent people,
thought Nabiki as she focused on the silver fox medallion on her neck when she
opened the door.
She stepped in.
And emerged in another universe.
And in the Men's Restroom.
She quickly got out and started searching.
****************
Detective Leon McNichol of the AD Police was confused.
Very confused. Here before him was someone who looked like Priss, sounded
like Priss, heck she even had the same name as Priss. But this was not Priss.
He was sure of it.
Because Priss would never ever ask for his help.
Because Priss would never ever act helpless.
Because Priss would never ever go out without her bike.
Because Priss would never ever ever wear something as feminine as this woman
was wearing.
' Uh, miss, did you say your name was Prisscilla Asagiri ?'
' Yes, officer can you help me I seem to have lost my way.'
Priscilla was confused. One minute she was going home from her job as a
secretary for GENOM when suddenly everything didn't seem to be familiar
anymore. She hoped that the nice-looking officer would help her. She then
saw something roll in between her and the officer.
It was canister. Then smoke began to pour out of it. Leon covered his nose trying
not to inhale the gas but someone knocked him out from behind. Priss didn't have
a chance as she was soon put to sleep by the gas. Fargo removed his gasmask
when the smoke dissipated. He had knocked out Daley in the car and threw the
knockout gas from a safe distance.
He picked Priss up, and with a quick look around, he moved into the alley toward
his car.
*****************
' But still , some of the damage has crossed the boundaries of some Universes.
The results are messy and some of my people are attending to the problem. But
they will only attend to the problems that are pressing. I would dare say that some
of the situations are quite humorous.'
' How humorous ? ' asked the Harlequin.
' Let us just say that a certain Jeremy Feeple is being chased by Kodachi Kuno,
Atsuko Natsume, C-ko and Ayukawa Madoka, among other things.'
*****************
Q was pissed off. Totally pissed off. First, he and the Enterprise
were transported into an unfamiliar dimension that had stripped him of the power to
affect anything except for the Enterprise and it's crew. Second, he wasn't able to get
himself home. The third reason was the someone he was currently strangling with
his bare hands.
Mihoshi gurgled as she tried to breath from Q's attempt at strangulation.
Kiyone, Deanna Troi and Susan Ivanova watched on as Garibaldi,
Picard and Riker tried to pry the god-like being's hands from the Galaxy Police Officer's
throat.
' Does your partner intend to do such things ,Kiyone ?' asked Counsellor Troi.
' Nah, it's usually her way of trying to help someone.'
Kiyone said as she smiled smugly at the scene. ' Heaven knows, that I want to strangle
her myself at times.'
' If that's her notion of help, then I'll pass.' Ivanova frowned remembering how Mihoshi
had dropped a 100 pound crate on Q , pushed him into a garbage chute and locking
him in a vacuum chamber. It was good thing that Q seemed to have superhuman stamina
to survive all that.
******************
' How about the other Seals , Boy ? There are six more seals, that means six more
Backlashes, each stronger than the other. What are we going to do about that ?' Mei-
Ling asked.
' I have called on some of the members of your order and some freelancers to help in
retrieving beings and objects for the creation a device that would help in containing the
backlash.'
*****************
Two figures were seen moving in the mist. As they moved nearer
to their goal the mist thinned that they could be seen. One looked like a young
man with brown hair. He was dressed in an nineteenth century suit and patent
leather shoes. A blue metal pin in the form of a hawk was on his collar. His
face had that effeminate look that could easily be explained by the imperceptible
mounds on his chest.
He was a she.
Her companion was a few inches taller and was dressed for
travelling. His long brown coat reached to his knees, a white shirt and black pants
hiding behind them. A broad rimmed brown travelling hat, crinkled just so for his
benefit, covered his blond hair. In his left hand, he held a staff taller than himself.
His handsome face was marred by a slightly worried look. His companion looked
up to his face and noticed his worried look.
' Randal, my dear companion in this endeavor. You seem to be worried in visiting
this place we are going to. It seems that you are about to visit an 'ex-girlfriend' ,
as some of my associates would say.' She asked.
' George, have you ever been to this place ?' Randal asked while he looked around
worriedly.
' No, I would say that I had not.' George Harkness authoress and lesbian responded
, British accent obvious in her voice. ' I currently think it is unappealing for all the
mist around here.'
' Well, let me fill you in.' Randal said as he continued on walking.
' This place is the antechamber to the TimeGate. An artifact that was created a
long time ago by a people who lived on the moon.' He said motioning with his hand
to indicate the mist.
' I was there when it was created. The Conclave and the Time Center immediately
noticed and sent representatives. The matriarch of the Silver Millenium ,as
they called it, made a deal they would keep the TimeGate as long as they followed
the Rules in using it. That meant a guardian. I was chosen to choose the guardian.
I chose well, I think. But the person whom I chose was rather angry at me when I left.'
' So it is a former paramour , Randal !'
' No, George, not a ex-girlfriend but - '
' YOU ! '
George turned to see a tall woman, as tall as Randal, with long
green hair and wearing a green skirted leotard pointing a mean-looking staff at her
companion. She saw Randal's face visibly pale. She sensed Power being drawn
into the staff and she leapt out of the way.
Randal set a shield of Power before him that blocked the energy
blast. He tried to say something but he was hard put since Pluto was currently
attacking him savagely with her staff.
George stood up and dusted himself while he watched the two fight. She sighed.
' Perchance, she is your ex-wife , Randal ?' she muttered to herself. As she watched
Randal counterattack, she thought to herself that this was going to be a long day.
******************
'Lord of Roses and Lady of Hawks, I tell you now to ready your people to march.
They must be ready to make a beach head on the Citadel's plane. That is all that I
need to tell. Now I must be gone.' With that a flash of light emanated from his eyes
and the Boy dissapeared.
' Well, we better do as he said and pick up the Grey Lords and ready our people.
Let us go then, friends.' Jarod said as he opened a portal with his rose and entered it.
All the others did likewise leaving the Harlequin alone in the Sanctuary.
' Hmmm, better tag along to make sure things come out alright.' He said as he
randomly chose a portal and jumped in before it closed.
*******************
Me and the Doctor had arrived at our destination. He immediately got
out and I followed him.I heard him mutter something about a boy and a place that
Miyu was supposed to be.
We soon came upon a scene were a little girl was facing something
that was obviously not human. As I watched she quickly dispatched the creature with
a ball of black-red flame shouting something. A vortex opened and the thing was
sucked in. She was powerful. Not evident from her small frame, but still powerful.
I could hear no heart beating in her body as she approached.One of my kind , but
not of my breed, it seems.
This will be interesting.
Her companion, a being that easily matched me in height was beside her as
they walked toward me and the Doctor.
The Doctor obviously knew Japanese, as he greeted the pair. The girl answered,
her eyes looking at me with interest. The Doctor then turned to me.
' Her name is Miyu. She has a very interesting position in the vampire hierarchy of this
world.'
I raised one eyebrow before I answered.
' And what would that be ?'
' She's a vampire princess.'
She interrupted me before I could remark on his response. From the way she was
looking at me and her tone of voice she was evidently addressing me.Since I have
no grasp of the Japanese language, the Doctor became my impromptu interpreter.
' She is asking what is your name and what kind of vampire are you.'
I grinned naughtily at him, showing my fang teeth.
' Then tell her if she is a princess then I must be a prince. Prince Lestat. Prince
Lestat de Lioncourt.' I said before I burst into laughter.
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They are awake.
She heard these words in her mind as she started to pry open the door to the Second
Seal. It had not given way like the first one when she kicked it. She heard and for the
first time in a very long while, she was worried.
Call upon us and we will take care of them.
She smiled once again. They would help her. They would take care of these irritations
and she would have her vengeance.
She called on them and they laughed as they were set free from her body.
Seven beings of power were unleashed and they spread all over the multiverse.
Hunting.
*********************
The boy waited for his pet by the portal. His foot tapped the foot
on the ground repeatedly, a sign of impatience. He sighed and looked at his watch.
' The nun must have killed him. Alas, my dear Moxtl, I knew you well.' He said
one hand aloft.
'But still, he is replaceable. Might as well leave. The schedule should be followed
to the button.'
He approached the portal and entered it.
A moment later a very battered red-haired young nun jumped through the portal
shouting ' YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE, HELLSPAWN.'
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Thus ends Chapter 2 of A Multitude of Worlds
Guns of the Immortal Chapter 2 coming out in a week or two
C&C requested and begged for along with MSTs
Heck I'll accept flames too !
I want comments !!!!!
PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!
To those who saw the Wheel of Time reference , congratulations !
Yes, we will be visiting the world of The Wheel of Time in
a few ( i.e. 5 or so ) chapters.
ANd to those wondering how this fic will turn out let me spoil some
thing for you : A lot of your favorite anime and non-anime characters
_will_ die. Period. I'm still drawing up the death toll chart and how
they're going to buy the farm. And yes , it is necessary to kill them off.
An author note's will come out in a week were I will try to give backgrounds all
characters and series involved which are as of last look at my drafts:
3x3 Eyes
Blade of the Immortal
Night of the Living Dead
Devil Hunter Yohko
The Vampire Chronicles
Doctor Who
YuYu Hakusho
Vampire Princess Miyu
The Wheel of Time
The Cthulhu Mythos
Sailormoon
Oh! My Goddess
Bubblegum Crisis
The Lord of the Rings
The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant,The Unbeliever
The Saga of The Eternal Champion
Tenchi Muyo
Urusei Yatsura
El-Hazard
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Nuku-Nuku
Ninja High School
Aliens
Ranma 1/2
Gunsmith Cats
Babylon 5
The List of 7
Sebastian O
The Necroscope
Kimagure Orange Road
Hellblazer
The Sandman Mystery Theater
The Dark Tower
X- Files
The Books Of Magic
Forever Knight
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Warrior Nun Areala
Slayers
Darkstalkers
Mighty Max
Robin Hood
Mortigan Goth: Immortalis ( I hope I got that right)
Death from The Sandman
Incarnations of Immortality
The Destroyer
Conan
Robotech
Independence Day
Timewalker
AD&D's Forgotten Realms
AD&D's Ravenloft
Starship Trooper
And there's going to be alot more before I finish my drafts
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' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write
are important, because light is additive. Another's light doesn't diminish
my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'
- (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin