I was in the living room. I was watching television. Dr. Phil was on TV. He was talking about the importance of doing what you say you will do, keeping your word. A woman on the show had promised her friend she would find some information for him, then hadn't done it, and he was pissed, and the mob was after him and it was somehow her fault for not doing what she said she would. The woman was crying at first, then she got defensive, then she got pissed, then a dark cloud surrounded her and she pulled out a large knife, jumped on her friend, and started stabbing. Dr. Phil was cheering her on to let her anger out, let go of it and tell him how she feels. The dying man was reaching for the camera in a silent plea for help, blood coming from his mouth, and then he died. The woman continued stabbing. My mom turned off the TV and said that was a good episode. Always keep your word. I was staring at the blank TV screen, still not believing what I had seen… Brutal murder on Dr. Phil?! No way! That couldn't be. It was so odd that I did a RC and became lucid…
Ok… what were my goals… Did anyone know about Walms? I want black diamonds. I want to look at that locked book. I want to find don Juan. Wow… too many goals. I would start outside. I went outside and looked around. It was day time outside, and the sun was bright. Ok. First to get somewhere that I could find someone who isn't a DC. I jumped off the deck and flew up over the desert. I opened a portal, though I wasn't really sure where I wanted it to go. The sun was hot and I wanted to go somewhere cooler…
And I was successful. I emerged in a forest at night. It was cool and humid like a night in a rainforest. I landed down in the trees to look around the forest a bit. I saw there was a man there. I looked at him, and I could sense he had an energy of his own. Definitely not a DC. He had long white hair, a long white beard, and a friendly face. He reminded me a lot of Gandalf. He looked closely at a tree and then teleported to another one. He began looking at that one closely. I went over closer to him and asked what he was looking for. He said he was looking for any sign of the bark eating fungus pethehadrin. He said it had been killing off the trees, but now it was gone. He looked at me strangely. He asked if I knew I am infected with dark energy. I told him I am not infected. He said he could see it inside me. I said it was there, but it wasn't infecting me.

Wait a minute… this guy could see energy signatures, so I could ask him about Walms… I went over and asked the man if he knew of Walms… I transferred a telepathic image, energy frequency, that kind of thing, which he readily received. He got a strange look on his face that quickly formed a friendly smile. He said yes! He did know Walms. He said it had been a while, but they used to be friends… did a lot of training together. He asked if I know Walms… I said I do, he said he didn't have time to drop by himself, so he was hoping I could take a message to Walms. I didn't see a problem with that. He was holding a small black orb… He said the orb would give Walms the message as well as some pure dark energy, since when he knew him last Walms had been learning to control the stuff. He asked if that had been successful. I didn't answer. He said he was sure it had been, so Walms would know what to do with the orb. He held the orb for a bit, looking at it. I could see the surface of the orb was shiny black. He fiddled with it a bit before looking back at me. He said he would be very grateful if I could just take the orb to Walms the next time I see him. I wondered if that was a good idea… or if it could be a trick of some kind. I figured I could let Q and Washu take a look at it and make sure it wasn't a trap of some kind. I reached out to take the shiny ball from the man.

As I got the orb in my hand, the man grabbed hold of my hand and wouldn't let go. He was pressing the orb into my right hand. I told him to let go of me immediately. He started laughing. He said it seemed I wanted to learn the power of the dark side, well here it is… He laughed some more. My hand was feeing ice cold as the man was holding it, and I tried to pull away. The man was also changing. He no longer looked like a friendly Gandalf type… now he looked dark and evil. His long hair had turned jet black, he had spiked armor on, which was also jet black, and there was an aura of black flames around him. The cold was spreading up my arm as I was finally able to pull away from him. I went to drop the sphere, as well, but the sphere was gone… or at least almost gone… I could just see the last of it as it disappeared into my hand. The cold was spreading through my entire body, making me almost completely numb.

I could hear voices, strange ghostly and eerie voices whispering in my head… although they were whispering, they were so loud. I went to summon Witchblade… nothing happened. Ok… a song spell then. With the voices going off in my head I couldn't focus on a single song long enough to do a spell, not even the instant ones like Battery. For some reason I couldn't think of the spell Battery… The dark wizard was laughing in a vile manner, sounding like one of the ridiculously retarded bad guys in a corny movie, when they do their evil laugh. Except it sounded more evil that those, because in addition to hearing him with my ears I could hear the laugh in my head… which was rapidly forming a serious migraine, feeling like it was about to split open. I tried to block the voices in my head out enough to focus on a song… but nothing there… maybe they were quieting a bit…
"Just give in to it," the man said. His voice, like the laugh, was coming from all around and inside my head at the same time, "Give in to it. Once you do there will be no more pain. There will be nothing that you cannot do with the power I have brought you."
There were images in my mind, images I didn't want to see. Death, destruction, torture… and not just people. Some of the torture victims were animals. The images went through a wide range, and then seemed to settle on mostly tortured animals, the asshole probably could tell that had more effect than tortured people. Now I had the sounds of cats yowling in pain, dogs yelping, and assorted other sounds of pain going through my mind… a cat on fire… a dog being carved like a Thanksgiving turkey… a cat pierced with needles but still alive… no more… I would make it stop. But it wasn't stopping. I needed help. Something to break me out of his hold. I tried to think… cats yowling… cats… my fluffy white cat, Princess… then I saw Princess being skinned alive… no, block that… I got Princess from… Tigress! I would contact Tigress! I telepathically tried to reach out to Tigress, that I was being attacked and needed help… I got a splitting headache that interrupted my focus and made me forget all about Tigress… More images of horror and pain… if that kept up, I would go mad… No. I would not go mad. No going mad. No going mad. No mad. No mad… Nomad… I hadn't been trying to think of a person to contact, but my thoughts had now gone to Nomad. I focused on sending a telepathic message to Nomad…
The asshole was still laughing… I saw a portal open, though… had I gotten through to Nomad? Maybe Tigress had heard me after all? All I noticed was the man's focus was broken and the voices in my mind significantly dropped off. They didn't go away entirely, but they did drop off. I was doubled over near a tree in the forest, breathing like I had just run a marathon. I looked up where the man was looking, trying to clear the remaining voices out of my mind. I should do something now… escape? Attack? Something. There was a portal. I saw through it, I saw Nomad and Angel. I had gotten through! He looked through the portal at me, then he threw something. It was a sparking ball on the end of a glowing stream of something… The man tried to catch it, but pulled his hands back immediately as if it burned. I caught it with no problem. The portal closed. But… he wasn't coming. I looked at the sparking ball in my hands. Gee… apparently Nomad was too busy getting laid by Angel, apparently I wasn't worth more than a sideways glance and a ball of fucking lightning… I figured maybe I didn't matter to him because he knew I would just wake up… I briefly tried to wake myself up… it didn't work… but what about all the dark energy? How would I get rid of that?
"Thanks for absolutely nothing, you fucking asshole!" I yelled as I threw the lightning orb at the place the portal had been. The end of the glowing cord wrapped itself around my wrist and prevented the lightning orb from being lost. The orb bounced as if the cord was elastic and then bounced off the evil wizard, then came back to me. The place where it had hit the enemy was smoking slightly. He was glaring at me. He obviously didn't like the orb… maybe it would be useful after all… even if it wasn't worth Nomad's time to come help me…
"You say I didn't come," said a voice in my mind, louder than the other negative voices, "But I'm right here…" The orb was talking… ok… so much for not going mad. The other voices were getting louder in my mind… I threw the orb at the asshole again, it hit him in the chest, hard. That broke his focus again, caused another smoking spot. I threw it out again. He dodged it on the way out, and on the way back, but the silvery cord was now looped around him. I threw the orb a couple more times, wrapping the silver cord around him each time, effectively tying him up. Apparently he had been focused too much on trying his telepathic attack… the voices had been getting louder again… to notice the cord was wrapped around him until it tightened. The cord itself seemed to be burning him. He was crying out in pain as the cord was burning him. He was in pain… good. I wanted him in more pain.
I pulled the cord as to pull the asshole off his feet, then I jumped right over on top of him, I wanted to know who the fuck he was, he wouldn't answer. The cord had burned right through his armor, and was burning into his skin, he was bleeding. The armor was crumbling off in pieces. He just said there was no way I could win against him. I shoved the lightning ball right in his face, burning his face. I kept asking him who he was, I knew he wouldn't answer, I just wanted him to suffer, burn him all over like the cat that had been on fire… I tore off some of his degrading armor so I could touch the sphere to his skin directly, more burning, more screaming… I held the orb against his abdomen, this would work… burn a hole clear through him and watch him bleed to death… yes… he would suffer long… The voice from the orb I had heard before was telling me to stop, not like that. But I wanted him to suffer… then I noticed his cries of pain were turning into laughter… he glared at me one more time, said he had won, then burst into flames and was gone.
I was left there with the sphere in my hands… it was talking to me, it was Nomad. I still felt like I was going to go crazy. I wanted to find someone else to kill, someone else to torture… the lightning ball disappeared from my hand. I called out to the forest, to Nomad to come back, I had too much dark energy, I needed to be healed, damn it! Get the fuck back here, you fucking asshole! Ok… I needed to get to someone who could heal me… Basara? MoSh? Nomad apparently didn't give a fuck, MoSh probably didn't, either… Basara… Basara… I would go to Basara, he would bring this under control. I opened a portal and went through…
Into another forest. What? I didn't see Basara here… Where was he? I called out Basara's name… I wondered if Basara didn't give a shit, either. I called Basara again… no answer. Damn it! How was I supposed to get healed? Someone came. I man… dark hair… I was too out of it to tell much more… he knew me, called me Raven, then asked what happened. I said I had dark energy, a lot of it, it was unstable… I looked at the man closer… Walms! That would work! I had just brought some free dark energy to Walms! I didn't know how I had ended up there, but it didn't matter. I said Walms could take the unstable energy out, because he could stabilize it. He said yeah, he could, but he wasn't going to. Kidding, right? Nope. He wasn't taking any of it. I threw a few choice words at Walms, some of it in Spanish since I know a few expletives in Spanish, he just stood there watching me.
I wanted to tear the bastard apart, but I stopped myself… excessive violence would just make the dark energy stronger, it wouldn't help stop it. I needed Basara. I focused on a portal. Walms interrupted… my right arm formed into an Alex Mercer type sword and was aiming for his head… my attack had all the strategy of a mad bull charging, he probably saw it a mile off and dodged to the side. He said as much fun as it might be to fight me, he didn't want to do it like this. Stabilize the dark energy first. Stabilize it? I was barely keeping it from making me go on a destructive rampage through this beautiful forest… Disturbed. I would keep it contained with The Curse by Disturbed, and then release it all on some hapless Templars. This would not be a good day for them… but for now, "I've held on too long just to let it go now, will my inner strength get me through it some how defying the curse that has taken hold, never surrender, I'll never be overcome!" It felt more like I was on a submarine trying to close a hatch against the full force of the ocean.
"Not like that," I heard someone… Walms… saying, "You're doing it wrong! You need to stabilize it, not bottle it up!" For some reason that struck me as funny… an image of a vending machine selling freshly bottled dark energy… I felt a hand on my right shoulder, a cool sensation, then the storm in my head was slightly different… it had been a solid violent storm, now the hurricane of dark energy had an eye. One spot of the energy had changed from violently unstable to something as calm as it could be, like the eye of a hurricane. Part of it had become stable. But to make the rest of it like that… I had seen it happen once…
Disturbed. Disturbed was still the answer. I refocused the song The Curse on repeating the process that one small area of energy had gone through. "I've held on too long just to let it go now, will my inner strength get me through it some how defying the curse that has taken hold never surrender, I'll never be overcome!" The storm seemed to calm just the smallest little bit… or had it? I wasn't even sure, used The Curse a second time, definite effect there… I used The Curse a third time… and it was just about stable… the voices were gone, the headache was gone, the compulsion to attack and destroy randomly was gone, Templars would still be in trouble… The Curse one more time. It was stable… somehow it was stable, and I felt wasted. I let myself collapse and lie down on a soft area of grass, I think I was sweating buckets… gross… my first concern was whether my sweat would kill the grass I was on. I heard Walms there, saying something to the point of that was easy. Easy? Not hardly… but I was too tired to be annoyed at him for not taking at least some of the unstable energy out, I was too tired to be grateful that I now knew how to stabilize it… because if I could stabilize that, I could stabilize anything… too tired to do anything but wake up.
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