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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 21, 2008 1:17:44 GMT -5
His eyes widened as his eyes fell upon the glowing green orbs of his captor. The face of the boy was sinister and unyielding as he brandished his wand and held it up against his chest. This was it. Alessandro had a feeling of dread spread across his entire body and instantly he went numb. Gulping, Alessandro inhaled a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly as his captor began to speak the incantation to the killing curse.
"Avada...
He opened his eyes a little bit to see that his captor had been distracted by the commotion off in the near-distance. Alessandro had heard the cries of spells back and forth, flashes of light illuminating the darkened graveyard beyond large and obscuring statues and mausoleums. To his surprise, the boy turned on heel and dashed off, leaving Alessandro against the statue still with his life. His head leaned back against the wing of the statue in relief, yet the air was full of disquietude as he heard the commotion nearing quickly.
He had escaped death yet again, and this time he would make sure that he would live to see the end to this madness. As he pulled all of his strength together, he gripped the Angelic statue and began to brace himself to take a step forward.
"Alessandro, It's Keaira, are you alright, We've brought things to help you. Can you travel, or will you need healing?"
Uncontrolled, he cried out in pain as a rogue thought that was not his own, came crashing into the forefront of his mind. He let go of the statue, one hand flying to grab his head, and the other struggling to support himself against the large and elegant work of art, but it faltered, and he found himself on the ground yet again, at the feet of the Angel.
As he lay on the ground, he looked up and around him to see if anyone was nearby, or to try and gain some sort of information that could possibly tell him what exactly had just happened. Pain seared through the nerve endings in his legs as he had fallen to the ground and dominated his thoughts once more.
With a muffled cry, he grabbed at his legs in pain.
Healing... Was the reply to the thought which was not his own. He was just going by instinct, and the voice he had heard sounded as if the owner was going to ameliorate his situation. Suddenly the whole cemetery seemed to light up with a fiery light, a light that seemed to flicker and dance within Alessandro's own eyes as he gazed off in the distance. Following this dazzling display of light, were horrible screams that made his blood run cold. He hoped that whoever was out there fighting for him, would triumph over his insidious captors.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Mar 21, 2008 10:47:32 GMT -5
Cursing under his breath as his killing curse flew over its target, Zee did note that it would evidently have some effect on the dark entity based on the reasoning behind the evasion. Eyes wide with the shock of a spell coming at him so quickly, the Master of Metal flung his left arm forward to shield himself even as the metal blade in that hand stretched and warped, forming a second skin of metal over his left arm. The force of the spell stung and Zee staggered back a step, but it failed to penetrate the metal he had commanded to protect him.
Willing the few remaining metal spheres in his belt pouch to join with his armored arm, the shield grew thicker and reached up to encase his shoulder as well, forming a large ridge beside his neck that would protect his face from any particularly well aimed curses. Zee was after all quite the fan of his face. Grimacing as yet another bolt of force slammed into his protection, he willed the shimmering leopard shark to attack and sent the creature barreling full speed toward the cursed Mordred.
Barely able to make out Mordred's movements through the light of his patronus, Zee nonetheless noted the wand aimed at his Shadow Warrior, or rather the flames shooting forth from that wand. Turning his back on his opponent, Zee mentally shouted a desperate warning to Keaira, feeling helpless to do aught else to block the spell. He should have kept his focus on his own battle.
Turning back only to see the jet of flame coming for him, Zee's eyes again widened as he threw his left arm before him once more, hoping to deflect the brunt of the blast. But there was no force to deflect, merely the hungry flames licking around his shielded arm. While he did succeed in keeping most of the flame from contacting his skin or his flammable attire, he could feel the heat from the flames and knew he wouldn't be able to take much. Had he still possessed his long hair it no doubt would have caught. As it was he simply began hurriedly patting out the tiny flames that had caught along his chest. That's when the screaming started.
It was a few seconds later before Zee even realized the primal cries of anguish were emanating from his own throat. The metal around his arm, while preventing the fire itself from burning his skin, had been superheated by the flames. Zee could control the heat, and the metal quickly cooled at his instinctual wish, but the damage had been done. He'd been too distracted to consider the heated metal until it had already burned through the cloth along his left arm and sat against his bare flesh, which no doubt was already blistered and mutilated.
Falling to his knees as he tried to contain his screams, Zee could no longer maintain his concentration on his patronus and it flickered and vanished before it even reached his antagonist. Wanting desperately to remove the metal from his arm and tend to his injuries, he knew that would be unwise while the battle still raged. Clenching his jaw tight enough to make it ache, Zee forced himself back to his feet, holding his torturous arm close to his chest and still pointing his right hand toward Mordred.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 22, 2008 10:24:38 GMT -5
There was still a good amount of graveyard between where Keaira was standing, and where Alessandro was leaning against the nearly life sized angelic statue. She realized that running toward some one who had just been tortured, was not a good idea, after all he might mistake her for a foe. So she slowed down. Her pace closer to a rushed walk than that of a run or a jog. Having no emotions Keaira did not feel the shock that she should have when she felt Alessandro freak out mentally at her message. After all he had received similar messages before, and many times her emotions made the messages far more intense than they currently were.
Noting to store that small reaction of later analysis, she continued to walk toward the person she intended to rescue. A task that was interrupted by the sudden intense warning she received from her Elemental Master. Pausing to turn back to where the Zane was facing Mordred she saw flames licking past him, swirling around, and headed straight for her. A normal reaction would be to fear the flames, freak out, and attempt to dodge. However those reactions are governed by emotions. Hers were not. As the flames approached Keaira thought of the most powerful water spell she had in her arsenal. Her wand aimed at the forthcoming flames, she shouted the spell, and a jet stream of water flew from her wand headed out to reach the fire that was approaching. Focusing her energy in to the spell, she willed the water to flow with more strength. The water flowing as fast and strong as it could, met full force into the raging inferno. As the water and the fire hit, a large cloud of steam exploded in to the air, the fire held at bay, while the water poured in to it. However, such a defense could only last so long. The flames began to push forward, licking through the watery defense. With in a few minutes portions of the fire attack pushed beyond the water, headed for their target.
Knowing that the spell would still do a bit of damage if she met it head on, Keaira dived into a roll, and came up behind a rather large gravestone, bearing the name "O'Dwyer" Keaira wondered slightly whether or not the stone would hold up against the flames, and decided that it should. Covered by the tombstone Keaira braced herself for the heat that would soon be at her back. The buzz of the flames, reached her ears, and she suddenly felt a searing heat against her chest. Grasping at the small metal locket that adorned her neck always she came to a realization that it was the only heat she felt. The flames impacted the front of the gravestone, and yet she did not feel any of the heat that they produced. The locket had activated itself, causing the protego totalum spell to be cast in a small circle around her. Protecting herself and the gravestone from the effects of the inferno that assaulted them both.
As she sat there, waiting for the spell to end its effects she accessed her book bag, retrieving the potions kit that was stashed with in its main compartment. As she retrieved the kit she heard a scream in the distance, Zane was in trouble, and in pain, they needed to get out of here. Alessandro needed healing, she had heard his response as she defended herself from the flames, and it appeared that Zane might need some as well. With her potions kit in hand she waited till the fire ceased, and than pushed herself up, and broke in to a run, screw the idea of not surprising Alessandro, she needed to get to him, and quickly, they needed to get out of here as fast and as safe as they could, before someone got seriously injured.
Skirting around a mausoleum, Keaira saw the statue that Alessandro had used to keep stable, and then she saw Alessandro on the ground beside it, grasping at his leg, blood seemed to cover it. Rushing to him, she slowed to a stop mere feet before him, quickly sitting down beside him. Looking over his injuries she opened the potions kit, quickly, and neatly. Whispering to him, Keaira pulled out a few vials containing odd colored liquids.
"Alessandro, I'm not good at healing magic, but I brought some potions that should help. Here, a wound sealing potion, and a blood replenishing one, and a pain reliever, they should help the most. We have to move, Zane is holding off Mordred, but we need to hurry and help him, or else things might end up bad for us. Do you think you have the strength to summon a partonus, cause I don't think you have the strength to call forth elemental fire."
Handing over the vials, she looked over his body. His wounds looks similar in nature to the ones that Kerridon had received. Some of them, much worse, some of them less. Either way it would take a little bit of time for him to really heal. For now, she could only hope that the potions would help him to get moving so they could escape.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 22, 2008 14:05:50 GMT -5
He lay there at the base of the Angel statue, clutching his bloodied, wounded leg. He felt weak and completely helpless in his current situation. Never in his life did he imagine that he would be thrown into such a dangerous situation, ever. Well, at least before he had attended Hogwarts. He knew that the magical life that Wizards and Witches lead, aside from the Muggle realm, was a bit more sinister and definitely full of evil. He just didn't see himself being the target of anyone's evil deeds, why would he? He's just a boy...
Groaning and struggling to keep himself from screaming. He squirmed around, trying to alleviate his pain by throwing his mind elsewhere. His eyes darted all around him, taking in the view of headstones, epitaphs, more statues bearing angels, and some were just people. The blazing firelight seemed to draw closer to where he had been situated, giving him a small nervous twinge in the pit of his stomach. If the fire was getting closer, that meant somebody was getting closer. Alessandro wished upon wishes that the person wielding such a fire would be there to help him, and not hurt him further.
As his breathing increased rapidly, his eyes darted over to a large mausoleum which was several yards in front of him. A concentration of the fire seemed to place itself behind the mausoleum. It maintained a steady glow for quite some time and his imagination was not working in his favor. He knew deep down that the wielder of the fire was not aligned with the side of good. After several moments, the fire died down and he could no longer see a vibrant orange-yellow glow of fire, which left a greenish after-image in his eyes. He thought he was hallucinating as he saw a girl sweep from around the mausoleum and gallop over to him.
The girl began to whip out a potions kit, thrusting various colors of bottled liquid at him. "Alessandro, I'm not good at healing magic, but I brought some potions that should help. Here, a wound sealing potion, and a blood replenishing one, and a pain reliever, they should help the most. We have to move, Zane is holding off Mordred, but we need to hurry and help him, or else things might end up bad for us. Do you think you have the strength to summon a partonus, cause I don't think you have the strength to call forth elemental fire."
He did not ask any questions to any of the things that he found confusing. For his state was dire and he savagely pulled the stopper out of the wound sealing potion and gulped it down hungrily. He cast the vial off to the side, and set himself upon the blood replenishing, followed by the pain reliever. Disposing of the second two vials in the same manner as the first, he pushed himself into a sitting position with a loud groan, his face wincing still from the pain.
He looked at his legs, he could see the flesh begin to pull itself closed as best as it could, and create scabs over the wounds. He felt warmer all of a sudden, which was probably attributed to the blood replenishing potion, and in a beautiful second, his pain seemed to diminish greatly, though it was surely still there.
He hoisted himself up into a standing position, surprised that he was able to comfortably, yet still had pain associated, but he was at least strong enough to cast it away from his thoughts.
"Thank you..." He breathed as he leaned against the statue and gazed at her. She looked familiar, perhaps they knew each other in school. His mind shot back to her questions. "I can't do any magic now...my wand has been snapped...that bastard could control water did a number on my legs, and then I guess he broke my wand!" He rasped quickly, his eyes never lingering too long on her face. He was ready to get out of there and she had mentioned someone else was holding off the impostor professor that was supposed to lead him back to the school.
"And what's elemental fire?? And can you PLEASE tell me what is going on!?" He asked in the same harsh, quick tone, a look of complete confusion across his face.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Mar 24, 2008 1:14:03 GMT -5
The jet of powerful water streaming towards his own flames, he knew, could not conquer them. His eyes narrowing in concentration as he increased both the volume and power of his magical fire, a small smile couldn’t help but rise onto his features. She appeared a worthy opponent indeed, and he would do as much as he could to keep her, even if they lost the Master of fire in the process. The steam created from the impact concealed her movements from him and he thought it was best to take some cover after the spell had concluded.
If he wasn’t careful the fire could quickly get out of control, and with a group of trees nearby he didn’t want to risk setting fire to a whole Muggle village and endangering his position. After the previous mistakes he had made in the service of Dark Phoenix, he was determined to learn from his mistakes, and embellishing everything to cause unnecessary destruction and reveal himself to danger was most certainly something he had done before and could not afford to do again.
As his eyes searched through the steaming setting of the Irish graveyard, he could no longer see the Shadow Warrior of Metal and turned his attentions instead, along with his wand, toward her Elemental Master. Scowling as he perceived the barrier of the quick-thinking Bishop to have perhaps defeated his spell, he recalled that the protection he had chosen was also metallic. Half-smiling, half-smirking in triumph as screams came from deep within the throat of his latter target, he saw the strong patronus, thankfully, flicker and die.
Leaping upon the opportunity, Mordred’s wand flicked and swished and drew a great arc. “Sectusempra!” he commanded, the spell aimed directly for the neck of the young Slytherin, who was once more standing on his own two feet after a brief bout of venturing down onto his knees. Noticing the boy’s will directed toward him, he smiled faintly, slightly amused that he continued to maintain the visage that he would fight. Perhaps underestimating the boy, his mind was completely gone from the Shadow Warrior and Master of fire; focused only on the boy before him that was clearly so willing to endure pain. Flicking off a few more careless slashes with his wand, he left himself completely vulnerable from behind and was so intent on destroying the boy before him that he didn’t even realise it.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Mar 24, 2008 3:42:11 GMT -5
((Sorry, should've clarified. Zee didn't bring his wand along. He doesn't really even need it. He has wandless magic. It's in his profile. His horribly outdated profile . . .))
For all his knowledge of pain and how best to inflict it, Zee could not believe how much his arm hurt as he stood there, vision blurred slightly, trying to keep his defenses in place and summon the force of will to launch another offense. But he couldn't manage it. He didn't want to badly enough. All the hate, all the useful fury that he'd felt toward all those aligned with the Shadow Mage had melted away along with his conviction that Wysteria was dead. No longer did he draw each breath simply to make them suffer. He'd lost that edge.
Seeing another wicked spell aimed his way, Zee tried to make his arm rise to defend him again. The skin beneath the metal was completely raw however and the tiniest movement sent blinding pain shooting through Zee's body. So it was that he tried to simply turn and make use of the ridge he'd created in his shoulder armor to deflect the dark magic. Whether it was the pain or Zee's impaired vision or simply a testament to Mordred's might and the malevolence of the spell, the armor failed to fully protect its master, catching a bit of the deadly force but not enough. A thick crescent line appeared on the left side of Zee's neck as the spell tore past, spraying his face with hot, sticky blood.
The slash was not deep, but in such a sensitive area it didn't need to be. Zee was again on his knees, pressing his right palm against his fresh wound in a futile effort to stem the flood that was pouring from his neck. Despite the intense pain radiating from his arm and neck, Zee still keenly felt all three of the follow up spells, taking one to his abdomen, one higher up on his chest, and one particularly solid hit to his right bicep. From the feel of it that last one may have nearly severed his right arm just above the elbow. Zee had little desire to glance down to confirm this.
The physical torment was excruciating, but what hurt most as Zee knelt there gasping, dying, was that now that he knew she still lived, whatever he faced on the other side of death he would face alone. She would not be there to greet him and he would not be able to find her now. And yet despite the great sadness, an odd, nearly euphoric sensation swept over the bleeding boy as he pitched forward. He knew that this was right; this was just. Was this how Dylan felt when Zee had him on the brink of death? Was his one, overwhelming regret that he would not see D'rorah again and that she would be so hurt by his death? Zee knew how he felt now. He had been burned; he had been slashed and pierced by dark spells. Now he understood. He somewhat doubted that Kade would have the same change of heart that he had that night in the room of requirement.
His face was in the dirt but he didn't know it. As his lips parted a trickle of blood crept out, mixing with the soil and forming a macabre mud as he mouthed the words "I'm sorry Dylan." Eyes closed, Zee knew no more as he lay there in an ever widening pool of blood.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 24, 2008 23:36:27 GMT -5
Keaira watched as Alessandro quickly consumed the potions that he had been given. She had wanted to give him more, but with the way she had heard Zane scream she knew that she would need to save a potion or two for him as well. She had only packed enough for each of them to have one dose if they needed it, she only hoped that they wouldn't. Such hopes however, were dismal, and very much improbable, as she had already administered one to Alessandro, and from the sound of it Zane would need one before they returned to Hogwarts.
Keaira's eyes shifted off of Alessandro's face, where she had previously been staring at his eyes, and moved to his injuries, notably the ones on his legs. Nodding at the way his wounds seemed themselves together, she brought her eyes back to his face. Assessing his condition, she took account that he could breathe easier, and the color returned to his face. Although they might be able to fight longer they should try to avoid it if they could. Staying a fighting did not have favorable odds for them. It would only ensure that they were weak, and needed more healing when they returned.
It struck Keaira a bit odd that Alessandro did not recognize Gat as a student that he had interacted with on many occasions, but then again, Alessandro had been acting weird the entire time. His eyes seemed like they could not focus, barely lingering on her for more than a mere second before flitting away to stare at something else. All his weird behavior however cumulated at the point that he opened his mouth to ask his next question. Alessandro Orion Darko, the Elemental Master of Fire, a boy who had a strange fear of his element, did not even understand what she had meant by summoning elemental fire. Something was horribly wrong with her sweet love, he did not remember anything.
"Alessandro, there are people looking to kill us. As I'm sure you've realized, they don't care that you don't know whats going on, they just care that you are one of us. You are an elemental master, and you can control fire. I'll give you the full story later, but now we need to help Zane. Accio bow and quiver."
Still whispering to the boy who had decided to stand, she hoped that he would not be confused even more by her own words. The last thing she wanted to do now was have to go through the history of what they were, and how it all happened, when she should be protecting her elemental master. As she though of Zane she felt searing pain course through her body. Somewhere nearby, Zane was suffering. As the pain faded from her mind she felt his consciousness slip away. He was losing the battle, and if she didn't do something soon, he would lose his life.
Speaking clear instruction as she moved, Keaira removed two small vials of liquid from the kit and handed them to Alessandro. "Do NOT drink them." She said the words, with special emphasis on the word 'not', she needed to make sure that Zane had a chance, and this was it. With them passed off to him, she quickly closed the kit and tossed it in her bag, just in time to catch the boy and quiver that were headed toward her.
"There is no time to lose, I need you to go down the path to the right, there is a red granite gravestone in the shape of a heart turn left there, and follow it, you quickly see the professor, and Zane probably fighting it out, try not to be seen, keep the cover of the gravestones, and mausoleums, when you hear singing, throw the yellow vial at the professor. Please don't hit Zane. After that is done, make sure that Zane drinks the red one. Its the same as the healing one you had earlier, he might be unconscious, so you may have to force feed him. I'm counting on you."
Keaira looked, Alessandro in the eyes once more, she wasn't sure if he would be able to do much more than that in his current state, but she knew that she could trust him, or at least that she once had. Hoping that he would be able to succeed at the task she had given him, Keaira stood up, her bow in her hand, and her quiver swung over her right shoulder. She waited to hear if he had any questions, but hearing none voiced she thought clearly, but carefully. "If you need me, just think, and I'll hear it." Nodding a farewell, Keaira turned and headed left. The best way to do battle Kade was to make sure he had to fight on two different sides. An army divided on two fronts was less likely to succeed, particularly when it was an army of one.
With her instructions clear, and the mental message sent, Keaira was on her way. She knew the graveyard pretty well, and quickly cut around to a path that she knew would lead her back to where they portal had first deposited her. As she moved quickly and quietly in to position behind Mordred, Keaira felt the intense pain that Zee was experiencing as spell after spell sliced through his being. "I'm comming...." was all she thought. There was no way that Keaira was going to allow Zane to die. Drawing an arrow from her quiver, Keaira notched it, and steadied herself. She slowly moved around a large Mausoleum, drawing Mordred and Zane into her sight. The sight nearly made her loose her composure. Zane would soon lose hold of her emotions and memories, she needed to work now.
Her voice was soft as she began, knowing that she needed to keep her position cloaked for as long as she could. The chant that she was trained to remember flowed through her mouth in whispers working its magic, even before she hit the chorus. Drawing back her bow, she aimed at Mordred's back, focusing her magic through her arrows, a trick she had spent hours honing while she was in China. With her arrow set to hit him in his torso she let it fly, as she let her voice roar up in the chant. Hoping to kill both the shadow and the human shell that Mordred was using in one fell swoop. Her hopes low, she kept her voice steady as she readied another arrow for her target, prepared to use it, if Alessandro failed at hitting Mordred with the explosive potion she had given him. Hoping to see his body burst in to flames, she waited, arrow ready, her body mostly hidden behind a large statue.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 26, 2008 1:45:07 GMT -5
"Alessandro, there are people looking to kill us. As I'm sure you've realized, they don't care that you don't know whats going on, they just care that you are one of us. You are an elemental master, and you can control fire. I'll give you the full story later, but now we need to help Zane. Accio bow and quiver."
He looked at her as if she had just sprouted two extra arms and a third eye. Nothing that she had said to him made sense at all. He had absolutely no clue what an Elemental Master was, and the fact that she said he could control fire was absolutely ridiculous. He was afraid of fire, yet supposedly, he could control it? He blinked several times as his mind processed what she had said, over and over, he replayed the words.
Well that's bloody obvious, now, innit...? He thought in regards to her comment about people trying to kill them. He didn't have time to question her further on the peculiar comments of being a fire elemental, for Keaira had already rushed to the next line of business and thrust two potions at him, as Alessandro could tell a new sense of urgency had just overcome her.
"There is no time to lose, I need you to go down the path to the right, there is a red granite gravestone in the shape of a heart turn left there, and follow it, you quickly see the professor, and Zane probably fighting it out, try not to be seen, keep the cover of the gravestones, and mausoleums, when you hear singing, throw the yellow vial at the professor. Please don't hit Zane. After that is done, make sure that Zane drinks the red one. Its the same as the healing one you had earlier, he might be unconscious, so you may have to force feed him. I'm counting on you."
He now held in his hand a red vial, and a yellow vial. Potions was definitely not his forte, and he felt a little dangerous holding vials of liquid that he had absolutely no inkling as to what the effects would be if he dropped one. Luckily for him, Keaira explained exactly what to do with the vials, and what the purpose of each was for. The yellow was for Professor Kade, the other for Zane. One to blow up, one to heal. Simple enough.
He nodded to her as she collected her bow and quiver. He knew what he had to do and slowly began to make his way down the right path as she took the left. A soft voice emanated within the boundaries of his mind, telling him to "think" if he needed help. The voice this time did not blindside him with pain, as it had gently eased its way into his surface thoughts, which was greatly appreciated. It had become apparent to him now, that the voice earlier came from Keaira, the girl that had just more or less saved his life.
He came to the red, heart-shaped, granite gravestone and took a left, careful to stay in the shadows and cover of the larger tombstones, statues, and mausoleums. As he approached the sounds of commotion, he carefully sneaked up behind a large tomb that was close to where Mordred and Zane were dueling. Soon, he heard a mellifluous chanting which seemed to be agitating the professor, it was time. Mordred had his back turned to the direction that Alessandro was in, which allowed him a perfect shot, and Alessandro was just about to take it as he stepped out from behind his hiding place, when he saw that Zane was hit was a Sectumsempra spell, and collapsed to the ground bleeding.
Everything slowed down to a halt, his eyes widened in shock as he had just watched a fellow student fall to the ground in a pool of his own blood. He felt like screaming. He felt like vomiting.
Sectumsempra!
He felt something rush by him as a lock of his hair severed itself from the rest and fluttered to the floor. He could feel the anger, the seething anger build up inside of him as he whirled around to see a Slytherin boy with his wand up, aiming for his throat.
The images faded from his eyes as he realized he had been standing out in the open, staring straight at Zane, as he lay there dying. He shook his head, and erased the foggy expression from his face, quickly looking down at the potions in his hand. Yellow. He raised his right fist and cranked it back, and then hurled it at Mordred's feet.
The explosion was beautiful, the flames erupting into a golden flare, engulfing the ex-Hogwarts professor within their searing flames. The light of the fire illuminated the graveyard, light bouncing off of every gravestone, tree, and mausoleum. Alessandro recoiled as he was not prepared for the intensity of the flames. As he shielded his face from the flames, he became aware that he was still holding the red potion in his left hand. Zane. Quickly darting around the flames, he made his way to the bleeding boy.
Oh God...so much blood... He thought as he knealt down next to the Slytherin. His wounds were severe, and he was in dire need of drinking the potion, but he appeared to be unconscious. Alessandro shook the boy, hoping he'd wake up. The blood that was coming out of his neck poured out like a river, and instinctually, he put his hand there to put pressure on the wound
He's hurt bad and he's bleeding a lot! Alessandro cried out in his mind, hoping that wherever she was, she would hear him. Putting the stopper between his teeth, he pulled the vial away, uncorking it. Maneuvering his thumb onto Zane's chin, he pulled his jaw down, opening his mouth so that he could pour the red fluid down his throat, as he remembered that Keaira said that he may need to administer the potion himself. As the vial emptied, he tossed it to the side, now putting his free hand over his left, which had secured the wound in Zane's neck.
Alessandro looked up and around him, there were flames to his left, darkness to his right. He could not see Mordred through the flames, and was unsure of what exactly had happened to him, and Keaira was nowhere in sight. Closing his eyes, he hoped.
Please....wake up...please live!
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Mar 26, 2008 9:25:56 GMT -5
It was dark . . . no. There was light, but merely a subtle glow. What was it? Where was it coming from? Zee turned his eyes toward it, but it got no brighter, the glow still apparently emanating from behind him. Where was he? Why was he lying on his face? Zee pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms and legs . . . no . . . they wouldn't move! Not his legs anyway. A panicked glance told him there were no bonds around him. Why would his legs not obey? Zee though to start crawling about with his arms, but then he rolled over onto his back. No, something rolled him, some outside force.
"Hello Zane."
Zee's eyes quickly shot about but could locate nothing but a large area where the light seemed oddly refracted. Had that been what had spoken? The voice was deep, almost growling more than speaking. It didn't sound human and Zee didn't recognize it. Or . . . did he? A chord of familiarity was struck, but evaded his grasping mind. Almost involuntarily his lips parted to form two simple questions.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
No answer immediately forthcoming, Zee pushed himself up to a sitting position with some difficulty.He realized now that the soft glow was coming from everywhere; it was above, below and on all sides of him. This too seemed familiar, like he'd been here before, but in a dream maybe.
"You can't go. We haven't had any time to play yet. We are nobody of consequence, and yet for the present we are all the world to you. As for what we want, do not worry yourself about that. It will all become quite clear."
Eyes going wide, Zee recognized those words. He'd . . . no . . . when? Where? His mind wouldn't function properly. The memories kept sputtering, never completely firing. Why did he know those words, that voice? Suddenly he was on his feet. No, his feet weren't on the ground. He hovered just above it, his shirt suddenly slashed to ribbons and falling free of his torso. Why did the tattered thing have blood on it? Then Zee saw and felt the slashes that had been made across his torso, felt the blood running down his abdomen, down both arms. The voice was speaking again but Zee wasn't listening. He couldn't shake the strong sense of deja vu that was coming over him. This was all so familiar. But how? Zee had never been tortured, played with, in this fashion before.
The air was vibrating then, a shock wave moving through his suspended form. An explosion? In the distance the glow grew brighter, more fiery. What had happened? That part didn't seem familiar at all. But then Zee lost all trace of concern as the evidently distant flames were upon him. How had they rushed to him so quickly? It mattered little as Zee's head and left arm were engulfed. There were no words for the pain Zee knew then. Agony seemed too mild a term. His skin blistered and cracked, his long hair vanishing within the consuming flames. And yet through the pain a discrepancy crashed into Zee's mind. Long hair? He'd cut that off. His hair had not hung near his shoulders since . . .
Another bolt of force felt like it slammed hard into the side of Zee's neck and only then did he notice the blood that flowed from a wound there. Something was pushing on it, increasing the pain. Then pressure was on his jaw and he nearly choked as his throat was filled with some cold, viscous fluid. Coughing as the liquid slid down and was gone, Zee noticed the fires on his head and arm were out, the blood flowing less powerfully from his multitude of injuries. Zee looked around for the refraction, the source of that rasping voice, but it was dark now, except for that distant orange glow. There was no longer any soft glow from all around and Zee was not hovering in the air.
He lay on his back, feeling nothing anymore but the dull ache of that pressure still on his neck. He still couldn't move, but his legs didn't feel locked. He was simply so tired. His neck hurt. What was that pressure? His right hand, sluggish with exhaustion, reached to to blindly explore the source. He felt another pair of hands pushing down softly on his neck, and he clumsily tried to push them away, though there was no strength in his arm, and somehow it was beginning to hurt as well. Growing vaguely aware of his true injuries as Zee crept closer to consciousness, He gasped, gurgled, and twitched uncontrollably. He was then keenly aware of the pain his his right arm, his left, his entire torso. Wanting to pull away from this pain, Zee began to slide back into the depths of his mind.
No. This was pain and confusion, but this was preferable to the glowing room he had left. That voice . . .
Zee stirred and his eyelids opened very slightly.
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Post by Mordred Kade on Mar 27, 2008 2:42:25 GMT -5
As finally the Slytherin crumbled, Mordred’s features formed a triumphant smirk that also managed to express his loathing for the Elemental Master and all he and his stupid friends stood for. There was no defeating the Mage, no hope of attempting to defy her; why were they trying, hoping even, to perhaps win. They were fools, all of them, and they would soon find out just how much damage Dark Phoenix could do.
Smiling cruelly at the slowly widening pool of blood spreading from Zane, he remembered the other two. His eyes narrowing and all traces of supposed happiness, or more appropriately contentment, he looked from side to side before experiencing a queasy sensation form within himself. As the familiar feeling spread and worsened into a slight pain, then quickly onto a pain more severe and alarming, his wide eyes searched everywhere for the Shadow Warrior. Where-oh-where was she weaving her tricks?
Snarling in anger as he felt the pain intensify and the discomfort worsen, he flicked his wand and sent a series of jets of red light from the tip; as they flew in all directions they destroyed headstones and walls of mausoleums alike, not differentiating in the least between objects. Caught off guard completely, for he had assumed she would be hiding somewhere safe and chanting, forcing him to seek her. But at his feet he heard the shattering of brittle glass and a moment later all he knew was heat and pain, spreading rapidly throughout his body.
Howling in anger, Mordred turned in his agony to see it was the Master of Fire, oddly enough, who had thrown the mixture at him. Keaira was nowhere in sight and he didn’t even care; this boy was destroying him, and he would have his revenge for that final act. Soon the boy had dashed to their fallen warrior, the boy that had so unwittingly taken him on and lost. Fueled by the knowledge that within minutes he would be nothing, both the body and the shadow within being destroyed simultaneously, he muttered the word “duro” and in the next instant was defeated.
The spell of stone transformation hurtling toward the crouching Alessandro more-or-less on target, the Shadow formerly known as Mordred Kade crumbled with both the effects of the fire blistering the skin and the chant of the Shadow Warrior destroying the demon within. The final act of the wand now without an owner was to attempt to trap the Master of Fire within a casing of hard rock, suffocating him and forcing the light fighters to seek out his successor. As the owner of said wand fell to the cold Irish soil, the fire raged on, feasting on what oxygen was still available in the atmosphere and leaving one less minion of Dark Phoenix.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 27, 2008 11:48:19 GMT -5
Thankfully, Alessandro noticed that Zane had begun to stir. He was slowly moving his body, and Alessandro also noted that the blood seemed to stop pouring out of the gash in the wounded fighter's throat. As he had been looking around frantically, trying to find the girl that had revived him, he noticed that the flaming inferno that was now slowly destroying Professor Kade, seemed to be flailing about. Alessandro was about to move when he felt Zane put his hands lightly on his own, feeling an attempt to move them.
Startled, he jerked his head back to look down at Zane. His eyes were open! Well, they were more towards half open, but they were still open none-the-less. A smile crept upon Alessandro's face as he removed his hands from the boy's neck.
Startled yet again as Professor Kade flailed about, he heard something muttered over the crackle, and roar of the blaze. Alessandro stood up and whipped around, just in time to see a bright, yellow flash, and a bolt of energy hit him square in the chest, knocking him back onto the ground against a gravestone. The spell quickly took hold over Alessandro and in a matter of mere seconds, his entire body, tattered clothing and all, had now become stone. He was slumped against the gravestone, his arms out, a look of confusion, intermixed with fear, now permanently frozen onto his now stone face. It was a rather grim sight to see, almost as if his body was some form of new gravestone/statue tag team, marking the site of a young boy's final resting place, with look of horror upon his face.
Unfortunately for Alessandro, he was still alive in his stony prison. He could not move, he could not breath, yet his consciousness was still in tact. He was suffocating without the function of his lungs. Somewhere along the after-effects, he finally forced out a single thought.
Keaira....
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 28, 2008 0:25:56 GMT -5
Keaira's first arrow seemed to be lost as in the flames, as the potion hit its target. A sense of triumph over came her face as she heard the scream of the ex-professor ring through her ears. The body that contained the shadow was quickly burning away, as the shadow itself was being dissolved. Killing both the human shell and the parasite that had been living within. Mordred's body crumbled to the ground, and Keaira knew that they had won. Her body relaxed, and she moved toward the other two that were part of their team. With Zane for the most part unconscious, Keaira's memories and emotions were scattered she pulled on them, gently, forcing them to return to her mind. Hope and relief were all that filled her, she had believed that they had managed to win, and managed to escape with all of their lives. This idea was however, shattered as she realized the stream of yellow light that had burst from the fire had struck its target.
Her eyes were glued in horror to the person that was struck and then was forced back, a gray color encompassing his body. Her mind froze as she dropped the bow and arrow that she had been holding. Her mind echoed with the whisper of her name, as Alessandro was encased in a stone covering. It was after Keaira had taken several steps that she heard the soft clang that was her bow and arrow dropping to the ground. She had rushed forward, the life of her elemental master, and the life of the boy she loved were both still in jeopardy. The closer she got to the two boys the more she feared that there was no hope. The blood that surrounded Zane's body seemed like it was far too much for him to have survived the blow that had been given to him. Yet, Keaira knew that he was alive.
Skidding to a halt next to his body, Keaira saw that his wounds were slightly healed. Alessandro had managed to feed him the potion. Fumbling with her book bag for a moment, Keaira pulled out the last healing draft that she had with her. Her eyes locked with Zane's, he was conscious, but just barely. She gently lifted his head, taking care to avoid his wounds. Although her heart cried out for Alessandro, with out Zane she would be in a terrible situation. Pulling the cork off of one vial, and than another, she carefully nudged Zee.
"Drink these, we need to get out of here, and Alessandro may need our help he got hit with a spell."
First letting the healing draft slip in to his mouth, and then after he had a moment rejuvenation drought. Hoping to give him a touch of added strength so they could make it through the rest of the night. After a few seconds to allow the potions to take effect, Keaira slid one of Zane's arms around her neck, gently lifting him up. Keaira was not a strong girl, but with the little help that Zane was able to give, she was able to help Zane over to where Alessandro lay, encased in stone. She looked over his body, there as no rise and fall of his chest, and no heart beat pulsing through his body. Keaira felt her heart stop for a second as she realized that Alessandro would die if they didn't move quickly. She couldn't think. There was nothing she could do to save the sweet Alessandro, she was going to lose another friend.
"Zane, what should we do?? He's encased in stone. If we don't hurry he'll die, and all this will be for nothing."
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Mar 28, 2008 4:53:52 GMT -5
A rescue mission, yes. That was what had happened. He and Keaira had gone to . . . a castle? The memories of the last half hour or so came back to him as his mind began to clear. His body however remained unresponsive, limbs strewn limply about as he lay on his back. He remembered a battle. He remembered losing. Why was he awake? Why was he alive?
Thinking Keaira and Alessandro may still need him, Zee tried to sit up, but the tension in his torn arm and along the sliced muscle along his torso shot intense pain through him. Ceasing his futile squirming, Zee lay back and relaxed his damaged body. He must have gotten some healing. Keaira! That blessed woman and her potions! But . . . where was she? Zee tried to open his eyes completely to search for her, but even that effort seemed to hurt, and he was so weary.
He had just about slipped back into unconsciousness when he felt a gentle hand lift and cradle his head. Eyes cracking open, Zee stared up into the soft brown/green orbs, filled with compassion and concern now that she again had the capacity for such. Aware enough of the pain in his neck to know better than to nod, Zee simply gave a mental confirmation to her brief instructions and obediently swallowed the liquids she held to his lips. Eyes closing again as he felt the revitalizing energy flow through him, Zee let out a sigh of contentment. As soon as he felt able though he stirred and moved as if to rise, though clearly he was still far from one hundred percent. Grateful for Keaira's aid, Zee leaned heavily on her as he got to a more or less standing position.
It was not until then that he saw Alessandro, and he nearly fell back to the ground. Supported and guided by his Shadow Warrior, Zee managed to hobble over to the stone form. Sinking down beside Alessandro's trapped body, Zee grimaced. It was true, they had almost no time before the boy would be dead. Zee quickly ran through solutions in his head, and the only way to save the Elemental Master of Fire seemed to be to break apart his shell. But how to do that without harming, and likely killing him? Any kind of force that would break it from the outside would crush the boy inside. They needed a way to crack it from the inside.
Zee thought back to his first training session with Keaira. He'd not been able to do almost anything with their element until she'd forcibly broken down most of the mental barriers he'd erected over the years. He recalled the power she had unleashed within him as he was able to form the metal into a kind of thick liquid, between stages of molding. He remembered how he coated his skin in the substance . . .
Moving with the enthusiasm of sudden inspiration, Zee shut down his nearly constant occlumency and other mental resistances completely and reached for the metal that had been attached to his arm during the fight. As it flew to his waiting grasp it shifted into two distinct pieces; a hammer and chisel. Glancing up into Keaira's eyes once more, he grimaced apologetically.
"It's necessary."
Whispering an apology to Alessandro, though it likely went unheard through the stone shell, Zee placed the chisel point against the petrified boy's forearm and raised the hammer. Much as he had done when he'd kept his blade from slicing Keaira as he'd cut her bonds, Zee was able to keep the sharp point from piercing Alessandro's flesh. The sheer force however was something that Zee couldn't halt, and though he tried his best to be careful, Alessandro certainly felt the impact, and it may have broken his arm. The blow had done it's job though and there was now a small hole in the stone case through which skin could be clearly seen, albeit rather bruised skin.
Closing his eyes and leaving everything around him behind that was not his element, Zee focused. He could hear the ring of the metal in his head, almost as if it were singing. The hammer and chisel melted and flowed together, forming a very thin stream that shot straight into the tiny fracture in the rock. Though it had covered only his arm and shoulder, on Alessandro the metal spread so thinly to fit between his skin and the stone that it easily covered his entire body. Though he couldn't see it, Zee could feel it, and knew when the boy was fully covered, fully protected. Not even opening his eyes or turning her way, Zee merely thought to Keaira.
"You may want to take a step back."
A second later the stone form of Alessandro Darko cracked all over and a second after that it burst apart. The metal skin had expanded outward from all sides, forcing the hard stone apart. Zee was showered in fine dust and several pebbles plunked and bounced off his face and body, but he didn't seem to notice. Eyes remaining closed and a serene look on his face, Zee listened still to the song of his element. The metal that now encased Alessandro melted away, sinking into the earth beneath him. Finally Zee seemed to awaken from the minor trance and slumped over, once more exhausted.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 28, 2008 18:26:16 GMT -5
Everything was going black as his chest began to contract, not being able to breathe in any oxygen to rush through his bloodstream. It was a very odd sensation, suffocating. There was almost a slight euphoria to it after he began to see stars, he began to feel very dizzy, and if he wasn't secured in place, he most surely would have collapsed to the ground, surrendering to unconsciousness. However, the panic and fear of what had just happened to him kept him semi lucid. He was struggling to move, but not an inch, nor even a centimeter was granted as the stone layer around him was almost skin-tight.
His struggles quickly weakened him with his lack of air, and pretty soon he would pass out, and then die from the continuous non-breathing he was doing inside his shell. As he felt his body grow weary, he ceased trying to move at all and began to drift away.
Don't give up...
There was a violent flash of pain that shot down his arm, traveling along his nerve endings at the speed of light, all the way to his brain. It felt as though someone had just nailed a large metal spike straight through his forearm in some twisted version of a crucifixion. This pain alone nearly caused him to black out but suddenly, before he knew what had just happened, he felt something cool and fluid envelop him completely. Within mere seconds, he felt a rush of air hit him as his body collapsed effortlessly to the ground.
He drew in a deep breath of air, accompanied by strange guttural noises which sounded almost as if he was choking. His eyes fluttered open as his gaze attempted to transfix itself on any which one of his saviors, but he was having trouble determining which of the double images he was seeing, were the actual person. He lay there on the ground, just breathing the glorious air that he had been deprived of for nearly two minutes, his chest heaving heavily up and then down as he aspirated.
"Is it....over?" He managed to get out slowly, in between breaths.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 28, 2008 23:34:40 GMT -5
Keaira's eyes fell upon the stony face of Alessandro. His features capturing the mixture of emotions that went through his mind as the spell hit him full force. It was horrifying to see Alessandro's face in twisted in to the visage of fear, and shock. Tears threatened to well up in Keaira's eyes as she realized how much this rescue mission had almost cost them. She was lucky that Zane was there once again. He had a plan, something that Keaira lacked it seemed. They were a great pair, with Keaira's ability to plan ahead, and Zane's ability to think on his feet it seemed that they would be able to live through the ordeal.
Thankful that she knew Zane did not intend on slowly chiseling the stone encasing away bit by bit, she waited for his plan to move in to action. Gently touching Alessandro's cold stone face, she waited for Zee to break the boy from his prison. With the warning that Zane gave her, Keaira retracted her hand, and looked away, shielding her face from being pelted with the stone fragments, but allowing her body to be hit with the debris that were shot forth. As the shell cracked and Alessandro was released, a smile of relief spread across her face, flattening out the lines that had furrowed in worry.
As Alessandro was freed from his prison Both boys seemed to slump forward, due to exhaustion, and lack of air. Keaira reached out to make sure that they were both stable. Zane it seemed had enough in him to be able to stay sitting up, even if he was slumped forward a little, Alessandro however was not nearly as capable of doing such a thing as Zane. Knowing that Zane would not be offended too much she let him be a moved to help Alessandro back up into a sitting position. Keaira moved in and knelt next to him. Her arms, gently wrapped themselves around his upper body, pulling him up she helped him back up in to a sitting position. When he was sitting upward she tightened her arms around him, and pressed her torso against his snuggling her face in to his shoulder, embracing him, carefully, but still firmly.
"Yes, it's over Alessandro, we'll be safe now. I've missed you so much. I was so worried we wouldn't get here in time, or that something would go wrong. Let's get out of here... I have too many bad memories of this place already." Tears had started falling from Keaira's eyes, as she lifted her self away from Alessandro's body. The night was far too taxing for her emotionally, if it wasn't for the help for Zane she would have fallen to piece's already. Allowing the tears to slid down her cheek she moved on to their next predicament. "The best I can think of is to borrow Gat's idea of an escape plan and call a house elf. Unless you guys want to walk to my parents estate. It's not that far from here, and I'm positive they can arrange healing, and a trip back to school for us all. James at least understands what's going on here to an extent."
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