(After searching most of the ship, Zedd and his three trusty assassins have decided to head back to their cabin and see if the others have gone back as well. Zedd didn't find much, a zombie here and there, but nothing to lead them to where they wanted to go. Zedd's mind though wasn't on that, his thoughts were on Jory whom had gone with his friend Scott, Asher, and Jamil, and wondered if those four had any luck. In some places Zedd and his companions found bloody trails that ended in gruesome sights of humans, not zombies or other beings of the evil world, but simple minded humans, sprawled over the floors with their blood in puddles around their bodies or splattered against the walls. With those people dead Zedd could only wonder if perhaps they were the only survivors, and if that was so..this war was not looking to good. Once they reached their cabin, Zedd went to the farn end of the room and sit and let his powers recharge a bit while his assassins wasted no time in replenishing their strength by drinking water or any left over herbal tea.)
Zedd: *Rubs his forehead* What a night so far eh guys?
Assassin #1(now known as Cloud): Not really sir, we've had tougher battles.
Assassin #2(now known as Vincent): I must admit *takes a drink of water* those zombies are quite strong.
Assassin #3(now known as Kain): *Small laugh* You'd think this all mighty "phantom" would choose smarter fighters then zombies.
Zedd: *Looks at Kain* The phantom leaves the smarter fighters for the people who can survive a group of zombies who have only one thing on their mind...your blood. You should be lucky your survived those small battles, though dumb, a wrong move from you would allow them to get in a fatal blow.
Kain: *Takes a sip of his tea* Even in potentially non-fatal spot sir?
Zedd: *Grim nod* Yes Kain, the bite or scratch of a zombie, if he isnt able to kill you first, will then turn you into a zombie...either way your dead.
Vincent: I suppose our enemy is trickier then we first thought.
Cloud: If a zombie is able to do that much damage guys, then I shudder at what other enemies can do..especially if boss here says that the zombie is the weakest of the enemy army.
Zedd: Do not worry Cloud, my power is stronger then any monster on that army, except perhaps the general itself. Not to mention we finally have a necroscope with us who is able to call upon the spirits to counteract those pesky evil spirits, who up to this point have done considerable ammounts of damage to our cause.
Kain: *Chews his lip*.....Sir, I wonder if Jory is alright.
Zedd: As do I, there seems to be a terrible presence in the air right now..I feel it is somehow connected to him.
Vincent: *Stands up*...Shall we go look for him?
Cloud: *Stands beside Vincent* Yes, lets go look for him.
Zedd: What of the others though? What if they come back?
Kain: *Stands beside his friends* They are more then capable of defending themselves sir, plus with Anita by their side they will at least be able to fend off the zombies, allowing us to pick off their weremonsters and vampires.
Zedd: *Stands*...I suppose you three are right. Let us go find Jory and see if we can be any assistance to him.
(Ok, so being outnumbered and surrounded wasn't apart of her plan, but she'd just have to make due. Anita, alongside Richard (the head werewolf of the pack helping them), and her three trusty wereleopards Nathaniel, Cherry, and Zack, are hacking their way thru countless numbers of zombies. With her being a human, shes stuck using a very sharp and dealy short sword, while the others are in their shape shifted form, tearing into the dead like a dog would into a small piece of meat. Thinking that it was only zombies that were upon them, she did not bother using her power, knowing that just her and her companions alone, if careful, could easily dispatch these zombies. With the others taking 5-6 at a time, Anita was forced to do the same, Luckily she has been well trained in sword and fighting combat and can move her body and the sword with such grace and speed that even with heavy numbers of zombies piling down on her, shes able to evade and attack without even being touched. Besides just fighting for her life, shes also fighting for the well being of her lover, Jean-Claude, and Jory, the only human who could really understand her power. She found it funny, while fighting the un-dead, that her lover was too of the un-dead...a vampire, she wondered if Jory would ever find that odd...considering the situation hes in. She felt a strange bond to Jory, possibly thru their power, but she knew that this bond would help them in the struggle, and knew she had to help keep him alive. While fighting the zombies, she noticed that zombies began shooting up into the air and exploding all over the walls. Taking a quick look around she saw that it wasn't the cause of her and her friends.....this wasn't good.)
Anita: *While defending* GUYS!! WATCH OUT!! SOMETHING IS.....
(Before she could finish, tons of blood from many zombies splashed onto her like a small flood breaking thru a dam. She felt her feet lift from under her then in a feelign of slow motion, moved away from the room and THUNK..slammed into a wall. Sitting there in a daze, she heard that her friends were now in an even greater struggle then before. Clearing the blood from her eyes and shaking the dizzyness off of her brain, she was then able to see what had caused the damage...vampires and werewolves...countless numbers of them..and they went straight for her friends. Panic, fear, and anger filled her chest as she began to come up with a plan to save her friends, though it seemed too late for them. Thinking maybe her power might help her, Anita got to her feet and deep within herself, summonded forth great numbers of zombies and surprisingly enough, a few zombie vampires, from a dark void that appeared in the hallway. With a new battle underway, Anita took hold of her Short Sword, and ran right for a vampire looking to kill one of her wereleopards. She flew thru the air, dodging swipes from the enemy, and like a hot knife thru butter, lopped off his head and sent it sailing.
Though she had summonded a great ammount of back-up, her forces were slowly but surely crumbling under the weight of the enemy army. She knew that even if they lost that they wouldn't have gone down without a fight, with this on her mind she kept charging...cutting off limps and spewing blood where ever she could. Though she was graceful, and putting up quite a fight, fatigue had found her and her strength and speed quickly drained itself from her body, probably cause she had used much of it to summon her back-up army. Even with her being tired, she kept fighting, fighting for her life...fighting for life itself. Suddenly, a werewolf had found her and tackled her up against a wall just as she had beheaded yet another zombie. The tackle took the wind from her lungs and the weapon from her hands. Looking into those eyes of the beast, she had found her fate...her fate was to be killed in the end..by this creature. Figuring that her body had given its all, she didn't try to fight, as even if she was at full strength this beast was stronger then she would ever be. She prayed in her mind that this beast would make it a quick death...she figured she at least deserved that for the good she had brought to this cause..but knowing a werewolf..the pain was only beginning.
With death breathing in her face, she closed her eyes and waited...waited for the pain..the suffering..the light..but it never came. before this werewolf could finish its deed, Anita felt a huge blow being delt to the werewolf that severed its head from its body and fly across the room, taking down a few zombies with it. Looking aroudn to see what happened, Anita found Jean-Claude standing there beside here with a huge sword, while Damien and the 6 or so guys Jean-Claude brought with him had joined the cause and slowly turned the tide of the battle. Anita, at the sight of seeing her beloved, fell into his arms, not just in joy but also in weakness. Sensing she had given it her all, Jean-Claude placed her gently to the ground then stood gaurd infront of her, taking out any beast who dare try to harm is love. With the exception of blood that hit her now and then, Jean-Claude kept anything else from touching her, with speed and grace that made her look slow and weak, Jean-Claude had managed to reduce the enemy army, along with her army, down to practically nothing. She felt great pride in knowing that she had a boyfriend who not only loved her with all the world, but was able to protect her better then any other person would be able to.
Taking a glance around the room, all she could really see was death...bloodied, decapited bodies were all over the place..and the blood..the blood was so think it appeared to be a steady river passing them by. She noticed that her friends, though hurt, were still alive..she didn't really care that they were hurt, as they were but minor injuries that they could recover from pretty fast. Damien and Jean-Claude helped her to her feet and she smiled her thanks to both men, if not for them she'd be dead right now.)
Jean-Claude: *Somewhat exhaunted* Looks as though you used up quite a bit of energy ma petite.
Anita: *Nods* It was a tough fight.
Richard: *Leans against a wall* You dont have to tell me that, stupid ass vampires.
Damien: Ahem....
Richard: *Laughs a little* Sorry Damien, I meant the enemy.
Zack: *Whipes blood from his forehead* Should we go and report to Zedd about this?
Anita: *Shakes her head*...Something in my bond to Jory tells me we must find Jory instead.
Jean-Claude: *Looks slightly concerned* Is he alright ma petite?
Anita: *Nods her head* The bond tells me that if we dont get to him soon, we may lose our best chance of winning this battle.
(Standing there, surrounded by the hounds of death and their leader, Jory felt nothing...no fear..no concern...no anger...just a deep dark hole in his chest as he gazed into the eyes of evil. Standing over a slowly recovering Asher, Jory knew that he could not heal quick enough to help himself...they would both be goners soon. Holding his dagger in his hand, he stood in a gaurd position, if he was gonna go down tonight, he was gonna go down in a blaze of glory. Smiling her little wicked smile, the phantom hovered over her army of the dead and demented and spread her arms.)
Phantom: *Raspy voice* Welcome Jory, to your execution.
Jory: So, this was your plan all along, to lure me down here alone so that you could have a clear cut advantage over me, afraid to face me one on one eh?
Phantom: *Laughs* Oh Jory, I think you know how you'd fair in a one on one fight against me.
(Jory then remembered the dream he had where he was running from the phantom, only to be caught just before he got to freedom and killed in a way no man, good or evil, should be killed.)
Jory: That was only a dream, this is reality.
Phantom: The line between the dream world and reality is often blurred Jory, what you saw in that dream was partially what your future has instore for you.
Jory: Not if I can help it.
Phantom: Take a look around Jory...you cant.
(Jory knew fully well that he had no chance, but he wasn't about to show them fear.)
Phantom: Tonight is a night that will forever be rememered as the night that the "greatest necroscope alive", who doesn't even know HOW to use his own powers, will fall to me. Then I can destroy that worthless little Zedd...oh how I'll enjoy that.
Jory: *Grips his dagger to the point that his knuckles are white*....I wont allow it.
Phantom: *Laughs* YOU wont ALLOW it!? HAHAHAHAHA!! How do you plan to accomplish that mortal!?
Jory: Like this!!!
(Quick as lightning Jory pounced onto a vampire and rammed his dagger into the cold heart of the beast. Single handedly, Jory had started this battle, and they were going to finish it. Jory flew off the beast and into a gaurd position, except an onslaught of monsters on him within a heartbeat, but none attacked...silence was all around Jory except for the laughter of the phantom, still hovering above her army.)
Phantom: Oh, your mortals ammuse me.
Jory: *Whipes blood away from his face*....Why arent you attacking?
Phantom: Thats an easy one mortal, I havn't given the word yet.
Jory: I just killed one of your army and you STILL wont kill me?
Phantom: *Shrugs*...He is but one of many, we can spare him.
Jory: Damn you! What are you waiting for then!?
Phantom: *Appraises him*.....Cant I savor the moment before I spill more blood?
Jory: *Looks down at Asher, who is able to get to his knees* I suppose your just trying to torture me with suspence.
Phantom: *Floats down toward him*....Thats part of the idea.
Jory: And the rest?
Phantom:.....I want to kill you myself.
(With a smile that could make your skin melt off your body, the phantom ran a finger down his cheek. The coldness of her finger and the evil that seeped out from it sent shivers down his spine.)
Phantom: So, Jory Johnson, do you have any final words before I spill your blood?
(Taking one last look around, Jory let his thoughts settle on Becca and how much he missed her. He thought about Scotty, and hoped that with their attention on him he could escape. His thoughts took an unexpected turn and drifted to Kerri Storm. Jory remembered that Zedd had told him that Kerri too was a necroscope, and that explained why him and Kerri have so much history together. If Jory was killed, then this battle still had a chance, but Kerri doesn't even know shes one yet, and unlike Jory, it'd take her a bit of time to understand her power. Jory had to win this battle and get to Kerri, he had to help her udnerstand her power, if he could then this phantom..or at least its army didn't stand a chance..especially with a necroscope also on their side. Jory took a deep breath and looked the demon in its fiery red eyes, the eyes that could make a man turn to stone, and embraced death. Jory took his dagger and used its shapr edges to cut little slits in his arm, making his blood go onto his dagger. Spilling his own blood in a way made that black void in his chest turn to anger hes never felt before..anger that made him feel like he could push a mountain with his pinky.)
Jory: *Loud and clear but very calm* I am the bringer of death.
(Before any one of them could react, Jory was already attacking one of the enemy werewolves, making a clean gash right thru its throat. Unexpected by this the phantom rose back above its army let out a cry of evil that made the ground shake.)
Phantom: ATTACK DAMN IT!! ATTACK!!
(And then, the battle began. Asher, who had fully recovered by then, and Jamil, who was among the enemy and whom Jory couldn't find, had joined the battle and were doing their best to watch Jory's back as Jory, who was surprising even the phantom itself with his grace, speed, and strength, cleaved a path thru monsters..leaving behind countless bodies. With his anger unleashed, Jory was taking on an army almost by himself and appeared to be winning, but he knew eventually he would lose...he would die...but not without their blood being shed first. It was then Jory saw the evil spirits hovering above him...smiling down at him...his dagger would not penetrate them...he was going to die. As they swooped down at him, Jory took out as many of the monsters as he could...several vampires at the least..and then met head on with the spirits.
Before they could clash though, they were driven back by the sight of something behind Jory. Jory stopped in his tracks and turned around to see what it was they were looking at...it was Zedd..and the rest of the army Jory had left behind..they had come to save him. In the midst Jory saw Scotty fighting along side the army, slashing away at the enmy with a look in his eyes that said "You fucked with the wrong guy". Feeling the need to fight once more, Jory decided that he had to keep the spirits at bay so the physical battle can wage on..and decided to call on the spirits of the dead. Slicing his way towards somewhat secluded area, Jory crouched to the ground and searched for the calmness within himself. When he was able to touch it he opened his eyes and in a trance chanted words that would open the gate to the spirit world. With his power, and Anita seemingly using her power as well, the gate was opened and spirits and zombies alike flooded into the room like a waterfall and collided with the enemy forces...this battle just became even.
Jory wasn't yet safe though, and had to fight off a horde of vampires looking to use his blood to replenish their energy. Jory made quick work of them, either by stabbing their hearts or slitting their throats and ripping their heads off..either way the job was done. Momentarily Jory was under the ambush of a few werewolves and they had gotten in a few lucky shots, one went for his throat but Jory rammed his dagger up into its jaw and watched as his blade shot thru the top of its head. Feeling bone chips, brain chunks, and blood splatter all over him, Jory shoved the beast off of him and was quick to give a leaping werewolf a boot to the face followed by a quick swipe of his dagger, catching the underbelly of another werewolf. By clearign away the ambush, Jory was able to catch sight of the phantom, who was watching the battle, ammused at first, it was now looking pissed off and was probably ready to unleash loads upon loads of energy into the room..Jory couldn't allow that.
Remembering in his dream that light seemed to have scared her off, and now realizing that it was by her power that he was able to see, but it was still dark, he knew he had to find a source of light. If he could find any kind of light it would scare the phantom away..ending the battle on this ship. When he took out a few zombies who approached him, he noticed that the room they were in reminded him of the room himself and Scotty were in in the first dream. When they got to this room they found a small circle of light and as they entered it the phantom was suddenly too scared to touch them...he had to find a source of light. Before he could search though he was attacked by spirits out of no where, Jory took off in a dead sprint towards the center of the battle, taking out a vampire or zombie or whatever was in his path, trying to keep out of reach of the spirits. Though he was quick, he wasn't quick enough and they were gonna have them in his grip. Not wanting to die now, especially with the war even, he dove to the ground and barely evaded their touch. As they flew past they ran into Jory's summonded spirits and they began to fight, allowing Jory to get up and continue his search...but as he stood he realzed his search was over. On the ground before him stood one of the flashlights they had taken with them down here, Scotty or someone must have dropped it when they were ambushed.
Turning his back to the phantom, he tested to see if it worked..it did. With a huge smile on his face, he turned and ran towards the phantom, who had its gaze on Zedd who was untouched and already had hundreds upon hundreds of bodies around him..it was gonna unleash its power onto him. Before he could turn the flashlight onto the phantom, he was knocked to the ground by a vampire and he dropped the flashlight. Pissed off beyond belief he knocked the vampire off of himself but was pounced on by a werewolf, knocking the wind out of him. With a huge swipe, the wolf clawed his backside, the dragging of nails on his skin made him scream out in pain. The vampire who had attacked him grabbed his dagger from his hand and held it under Jory's chin with a proud smile on his face.)
Vampire: I hope you know you fought hard for nothing Mr.Johnson.
Jory: *Barely breathing*....Says you.
Vampire: *Chuckles* She was right, you are an ammusing one Mr.Johnson, pity I have to kill you now.
Jory: Then hurry up with it then, quicker I die the quicker I can rejoin the battle.
(What Jory said confused the vampire, making him hesitate. This hesitation was long enough for Anita to fly out of the crowd and ram her sword into the back of the vamp, the end of her sword jutting thru his heart. Quickly, Anita ripped her sword from its chest and caught the werewolf in mid-air with her sword, forcing it to collapse on her like a sack of potatos. Jory struggled to his feet and took the dagger from the vampire and the flashlight lying not too far away.)
Jory: *Achingly helps Anita up* Nice save.
Anita: *Panting* Nice distraction.
Jory: Watch my back Anita, this battle ends now.
Anita: *Nods* No problem.
(The phantom was ready to unleash its powers upon Zedd, who seemed too preoccupied by defending himself agaisnt the enemy. With the phantom's attention on Zedd, Jory ran over to it, plowing thru the enemy, or slicing off their limbs, he was gonna get their one way or another. He made it to the phantom just as Zedd had noticed what she was up to and yelled at her.)
Jory: HEY BITCH!!
(The phantom, stunned by the distraction, turned her head quick as a whip towards him and snarled.)
Jory: Like I said! I'm the bringer of death! And tonight will forever go down as the night YOU suffered for FIRST LOSS against THE GREATEST NECROSCOPE EVER!!!
(Jory whipped out the flashlight, turned it on, and flashed it at the phantom. As soon as the light touched it the phantom let out a blood curdling scream and flew thru the room. Jory followed it with his light and soon the phantom was gone, taking the only exit out of the room, probably heading out of the ship. Seeing that their leader had suddenly left them, the enemy began to panic, the evil spirits vanished before their very eyes and the rest were left to the army of good. At the end of the battle, what was left had either fled or had fallen under the blade of Zedd and Jory, the room now only filled with the bodies of the killed and the ones that remained alive...Zedd's army. Their army had taken a considerable loss, but with the help of Anita and Jory, that loss was greatly reduced from what it could have been. leaving the room behind for now, Zedd's army, Jory, and Scotty slowly walked back to their cabins, sweat dripping off of the humans, the others just looking exhausted. Zedd took Jory aside and, with a smile that said it all, hugged Jory.)
Zedd: I was amazed at how well you did in their kid, you really are quite talented.
Jory: Yes well, without your guys's help, I'd probably be dead right now.
Scotty: *Holding his ribs* Is it over Jory? Is she out of our lives?
Jory: *Looks disapointed* Not today buddy, we still have a lot of fighting left to do before we can accomplish anything.
Scotty: *Sighs* Great, just what I need, less sex in my life.
Zedd: *Laughs* I wouldn't say that Scott.
Scotty: *Looks at Zedd* Oh?
Zedd: The Phantom, according to my power, is heading towards a place where she can "recharge her battery", so to speak.
Scotty: Whats this gotta do with anything?
Zedd: She has to go to a place with great spiritual energy...what better place then New Orleans? If that aint enough for you...*looks at Jory*...Kerri and Madison are there.
(Both men stopped in their tracks.)
Jory:...Zedd...we need to get to New Orleans..and fast!
Zedd: You can already consider us there boy.....
(After a harsh battle, their journey is now going to take them to New Orleans, what awaits them there?...Find out.)