If theres ever been one subject in world history that has always been a topic of dicussion..from the time man was created til now and has always been debated..and feared..its Death. Since the beginning, people have wondered about death..questions like "Why is there death?" And "What happens when you die?" Are still being asked to this day..without any hope for a real solid answer. Some believe that when you die you go to Heaven or Hell to either live the rest of your afterlife in harmony or in complete agony for the ammounts of Sins you've done without looking for acceptance from the Lord Jesus Christ. Others believe when you die you become a lost soul on earth, forever having to walk the halls of the living and watch as they live their lives. Then theres the belief that when you die, you are reincarnated into a different form..such as a bird or flower. But whatever happens after death..we all know one thing for certain, it happens to everyone eventually and when it does all we can do is sit and watch it happen..and hope that life after death is more then we think.
These thoughts played in Jory's mind as he hung there watching General Smith and the phantom go over ways to torture him. It was weird really, when he was a boy this backyard was his playground..and now this backyard will be the last place he'll draw a breath in this life. Hopefully Zedd and the others were doing better then him, and that Zedd would be able to train Kerri in his place...he had failed Zedd, Kerri would do better then he could ever do. The cold steel in his body was making him so uncomfortable that the pain that came with it was barely noticable to him, his body normally isn't used to short swords pinning him to a rusty steel wall..so if anything this is torture enough for Jory.
The phantom and General Smith would pause every now and then to look at Jory to see if he was still there and to point out specific spots on Jory's body to torture..a post the favored the most was his genitals, they were surely going to make sure that he'd never reproduce. Jory had a thought or two about trying to escape, but the way he was pinned to the wall made it so he couldn't move his arms, which meant that he also couldn't get any of his weapons or even try to take a punch at them, the only thing he really had that'd help him now is his gift..but would he be able to use it? Suddenly, General Smith turns from the phantom and walks over to Jory with a smile on her face. She stops infront of him, leans in, and gives his cheek a lick..she noticed there was blood on it and wanted to clean it off.
"Mmmm, I never imagined your blood would tatse this sweet, now I'm REALLY looking forward to killing you."
"Cant contain your feelings for me eh general?"
Jory could see something within the general struggling to be free, to escape the dark prison which its being kept in. General Smith blinks at Jory's question then backhands him right across his right cheek where she had licked the blood off.
"You are right Jory Johnson, for too long now I've been holding back my emotions..tonight you'll feel the full force."
The phantom floated over to General Smith and laid a boney hand on her shoulder. General Smith turned her head slightly at the presence of her mistress and silenced herself.
"The time has come now general, let us begin the operation."
With a nod of her head, General Smith turns back to Jory and rips the swords out of Jory's flesh, causing him to crumble to the grass in pain and agony.
"Time to have some fun."
The world was dark and dizzy for him, it was hard to see around him. He could feel under him pine needles, dirt, and some grass..or maybe it was weeds..whatever it was..it was great to acually be able to see something. He cant recall exactly how long hes been out, but he does remember taking a nasty spill off of the highway..after that its all blank. After lying on the ground for a few minutes, he decided to try and see if he could move his limbs...and with a little effort he found he could..his legs and arms werent broken. He sat himself up and checked his body to see if he had any serious injuries..but only found that his back hurt a little and that he had minor cuts and bruises on his body..talk about a miracle after a fall like that.
After making sure that his body was well enough to do it, he gritted his teeth and stood up. His muscles ached from the fall, and his head was still spinning..but other then that he was able to stand and lean up against a near by tree. In inhaled the cold air around him and let it take him over, it was like life was being placed into his lungs and it was an amazing feeling..he thought he was going to die.
"Impressive mortal, I figured you would have died from that spill..I guess the branches broke your fall."
Scotty turned his head in the direction where he heard the voice and sees a man about his height. He couldn't see much, only that his hair came down to his shoulders..he didn't seem to resemble Kain, Vincent, or Cloud.
"Who are you?"
"No one important, just wondering if your ok?"
Deep down, he knew this guy was more then he was saying. He felt his body to see if he had any weapons on him, but only found the dagger given to him by Zedd on the Queen Mary, he had lost his sword somewhere in the brush..the dagger would have to do.
"I think I'll manage, nothing broken I dont think."
"Thats good...say, why dont I help you back up there? You may need help or something."
"No, I cant go back up there in this condition...something is happening..."
If this happened to be a human like him, then he wasn't sure if this man knew about the huge battle happening on the highway..and if he didn't he didn't want to scare the poor guy.
"Theres nothin goin on up there, come on man..lets get you to the hospital..I know a quick way there."
A quick way there? It doesn't matter where you are out here, theres no quick way to the hospital from Colbert seeing as the closest hospital to Colbert was right next to Jory's house..an hour or so drive from where they stand now.
"Um...I think I'll just wait it out down here for a little while, maybe until the sun comes up and my friends are able to look for me."
The mystery person took a step closer to Scotty after hearing what he had to say and reached out his hand.
"Why wait til the sun comes up? Thats quite a while from now, we shouldn't waste time man..come with me and I'll take you."
Right then Scotty was struck with an understanding. Listening to this guy, he remembered that in the beginning he had called Scotty a "mortal"...why would a human call another human that? This was no ordinary person after all..how could he let that slip past him? Scotty grips the handle of his dagger at this point and prepares for a bloody battle..but can he take on somethin that isn't human in his current condition?
"Thanks for your concern and all, but I think I should just wait it out..I know my friends will be looking for me and they will be able to take good care of me."
"I dont think you understand sir, you need medical treatment...and you need it now."
The mystery person took several more steps towards Scotty and reached out for him. Scotty wasn't about to let this guy anywhere near him and so he quickly takes out his dagger from its sheath and grabbed the guy by his arm and runs it right up into the guy's armpit. The man lets out a huge scream of pain then backhands Scotty with his free arm sending Scotty flying through the woods and right back down on the ground. The impact was too much for Scotty to bare and it took him a bit before he could even blink his eyes and move his arms and legs. Scotty could hear the mystery man slowly pull his dagger out of his armpit and shriek after it was finally out, that'll teach him to try and touch him.
"Do you have no manners!? All I wanted to do was help you and this is what I get in return!?"
Scotty brought himself to his feet and leaned his right shoulder up against a tree to keep himself balanced.
"I dont consider your way of helping me to be a very effective way..I wont easily give up my blood to you..vampire."
"Heh, so you figured it out..not bad..I give you credit, but now its time to treat you..its time to turn you my friend, dont fight it..it'll be very gentle."
"Come any closer vampire, and I can promise you that you will regret it."
"Is that a threat? Give me a break, you can barely hold yourself up and thats easy pickins for me...time to dine."
Jory must have been rubbing off of him, he was able to tell right away that this was a vampire and in his weakened state he still challenged it..damn that Jory. The vampire tosses his dagger down to the ground then stalks over to Scotty with the taste of blood driving his to kill. Scotty now has no weapons on him to defend himself and doesn't have the strength to fight off such a creature..he was pretty much doomed at this point. Once he determined that he was about to die and join the legion of the undead, the only thing he could think of was Madison..his precious Madison, how he missed her. He wished he could just hold her and kiss her and tell her how much she meant to him..but life as always was too cruel to him..maybe this was a good thing afterall. Life has always been a bitch to him from day one, this could be a way to escape the life that has done nothing but pester him and go into a different life where he'll be void of almost any feeling...that'd be nice.
The vampire was standing face to face him now, drool from his mouth was drooping over his chin and falling to the ground almost like a waterfall..yep..this guy was hungry alright. The vampire turns Scotty's neck to the right and smiles at him.
"I really appreciate you allowing me to get some food before I head on out, dont worry though..like I said I'd treat you and you will become a vampire and serve under the great General Smith in the fight against that damn necroscope Jory Johnson."
With that, the vampire suddenly jerked and blood exploded out of his chest and all over Scotty. Scotty's eyes widened in confusement as the vampire gripped his shirt and tried to say something..but only blood came out and it slumped down to the ground at Scotty's feet. Scotty looked up from the body to see Vincent, Cloud, and Kain standing there with smirk's on their faces...Vincent is holding a very bloody sword in his hands.
"Hey...you guys survived..."
"Yea, just barely though..we had some hooks that we were able to get out and wrap around some trees...but we still took quite a beating."
After Vincent said his words he pulled out a cloth to clean off his blade while Cloud & Kain walked over to Scotty to check up on any injuries he might have sustained.
"Well Scotty, the vamp was right..it looks like the branches of the soft soil kept your ass alive..lucky man."
"Heh, thanks Kain...glad to know someone up there is still looking after me."
"You have some cuts we'll need to patch up Scotty, but other then that you look alright to continue..you'll obviously need to rest though once we can get out of here."
Scotty nods at Cloud then follows Cloud to a more open spot where he and the others can treat him. They take out the small medical kits that they carry with them and begin to clean out a few cuts that Scotty has on his body and all he can do is sit and wince at the pain.
"Hows the battle looking guys?"
"We were able to scope out a bit of it, it seems we've been taken prisoner..Zedd is locked up in a special cage. We couldn't stay long cause they had patrols that could have picked us up in no time."
"What about Kerri? Did you see her?"
"Afraid not, I was only able to see Zedd and a few of our men, no Kerri."
This had Scotty worrying now. before he left he saw that Anita was there to protect Kerri while she tried to summon the spirits..but looking around now and after hearing Vincent's story..he wasn't so sure if Anita was able to get the job done.
"Once we finish Scotty, we'll need to retreat. Were sorely outnumbered, our army is now under their control..and we dont even know the condition of Jory..we need to get out of here and find a way to regroup."
"No, we cant do that Cloud. How can we re-group if our numbers depend on the people who are currently being held captive? if anything we need to find a way to sneak into that camp..get Zedd & the others out..and go find Jory..thats if hes still alive."
"I wouldn't doubt that Scotty, the man is the luckiest S.O.B. I have ever seen."
Scotty couldn't argue with that, Jory was able to get himself out of so many jams he couldn't even count them on his fingers and toes anymore..he should have been killed a LONG time ago.
"Well then Scotty, how do you suggest we break into a camp thats inhabited by vampires, werewolves, spirits, and all those other things that can smell or sense a human from miles away?"
Scotty looks up towards the highway to see faint firelight coming over the edge of it and some shadows dancing across the cement from the flickering of the light...he had raised a good point, how were they going to get into that camp if it was being so well protected..further more..how could they go anywhere without being detected? Surely they must have scouts out here somewhere looking for them, thinking their dead they probably want the bodies to feast off of or prove that they got the job done. Scotty took a deep breath then sighed..this wasn't going to be easy.
"We have to come up with some guys...or this will become a lost cause......"
She failed Zedd and the others..because of her they were all now either dead or a P.O.W. all because she was unable to summon those damn spirits. She felt she was close to it, but Anita was not able to fend off the army for long and before she knew it she found herself strapped to this bed of wood alongside Anita, Jean-Claude, Damien, and Asher. The flame played shadows upon her face as she watched the vampires and werewolves move prisoners into now set up tents to either be asked questions or to be tortured. They were placed upon these planks of wood because it was felt that they were the key characters to the necroscope they wished dead, and decided to keep them out for all to look at and loathe...they'd get their shots in soon.
They were stripped of all of their weapons and because Jean-Claude and the other two vampires didn't feed before coming here, they were virutally powerless..which made it a lot easier for the enemy to tie them up and smack them around a little. They now had gaurds positioned infront and around them to make sure they couldn't escape, they wanted this to be the night that the almighty necroscope's army fell to General Smith and her mistress. Kerri felt her heart ache for Ryan and her son Brandon..she needed to be with them, not here where she was going to be taken away from them forever..she needed to make it out of this..but how?
Suddenly, something huge caught the eye of Kerri and the others. A creature that was taller then Jory and surely more built was walking towards them with a brown cloak encasing his shoulders. He had massive horns on his head that projected out at least 3-4 feet and had teeth that put sharks to shame. His eyes burned a fire red and the ground seem to shake the closer he got to them. Finally it stopped and turned to the vampires that were following them and with the deepest, most evil voice shes ever heard in her life...he spoke.
"Are these the beings that work alongside the necroscope?"
They nod at him in fear and respect..this obviously was a being not to be taken lightly. It turns around then takes a few more steps forward and passes his eyes over each and every one of them.
"My name is Captain Durius, I serve under the leadership of General Smith who is a little busy at the moment to address you..so with her gone I am incharge of this camp..hence I'll be the one serving out your executions."
Even Jean-Claude had to be amazed at the presence standing before him, how was it this demon looking creature served under a small petite woman like General Smith? There must be some power issues that Kerri clearly didn't sense. Kerri turned her head towards Anita when she heard her speak and listened to what she had to say.
"How will be killed then? Captain Durius."
Clearly, Anita was challenging Captain Durius's rank..maybe she could sense something that she couldn't? Captain Durius looked over at Anita after hearing her speak and rested a hand on the hilt of the huge sword he was packing on his side.
"The vampires will be burned at the stake, while you two female mortals will live a little bit longer before meeting your doom..you serve a purpose I wish to take advantage of."
Kerri was too afraid now to hear what that purpose would be. She read stories about young women in war being taken prisoner. Men would rape and rape and rape and continue to rape women until they found new women..then they'd "discard" the older ones and move onto the others...she was in no way going to be treated like that..never.
"What then, is mine and Kerri's purpose? If I may ask?"
Captain Durius smiles at the question then walks over to Anita and runs a long demontic fingernail down her exposed thigh.
"You two my dear, will serve as sexual mates for my men. You see, they've had some hard battles and really need to have something to release their frustrations on...you two will serve that purpose until we see fit."
Anita tried to trash her way out of her restraints to get this demon's dirty finger off of her but she couldn't..and it only raised her anger more.
"If you think myself and Kerri will sit here and let you make us into whores for the undead then your sadly mistake Captain Durius!"
"Oh no miss, I dont THINK I will make you my men's whores...I KNOW I will."
Captain Durius flashed a grin that could scare away the meanest of the mean and then turns away from them and walks back to his vampiric soldiers.
"Prepare the fire for the vampires and the tents for the females..I want this to get started right away."
As the vampires began to unhatch the locks that kept her on the plank of wood..she suddenly felt much of what she had to eat before this battle begin to rise up her stomach & chest...she has lost Ryan and Brandon forever and will now be whored around to vampires and werewolves...she wished she could just die right now...
What a night its been. They outsmarted that no good necroscope and his friends and now they have plenty to eat and apparently..rumor has it they even have a couple of females to play with..excellent. No doubt General Smith was having her way with the necroscope like she did in New Orleans, hopefully she'd bring back his head for all of us to see and taken pleasure in. His commander told him after the battle to go and patrol the back enterance of the camp to make sure no rouge fighters came in or got out..he had no problem with that, he knew he'd be fed and fucked here soon enough.
While patroling he noticed someone walking up to him from a small distance. Taking a better look he saw that it was his patrol buddy Louis who was told to go search for the 4 humans that were thrown over the highway and into the tress below. He was happy to see his friend, but a little dissapointed he wasn't coming back with a body or even a hand at least.
"Hey!! Louis! Wheres the bodies!?"
Louis gave him no reply and kept walking towards him..odd, Louis was always a man to flap his gums whenever he could..it wasn't like him to stay silent or even ignore a person..een if he hated that person. He waited until Louis got a little closer to see if maybe he couldn't hear him and called out to him again.
"Yo!! Louis!! Where are those bodies!?"
Still no answer..now something was wrong here. He left his spot on the post to take a few steps ahead of himself and noticed that Louis was covered in blood, from head to toe the man's body was probably covered inch by inch...he took it all for himself.
"Hey! You weren't supposed to have the bodies for yourself Louis!! The commander wont like this!"
Louis didn't answer, yet he walked up to to gaurd and thats when the gaurd noticed something about Louis that he hadn't before..something that explains the blood...it wasn't the human's blood but his own, his chest has been take out from the back and in it he can see someone behind him..but before he can react a sword flies through the hole of the body and right into the heart of the soldier. The soldier grips the sword then watches the Louis's body slumps down to the ground and the muscular human known as Scotty Dillon shoves the sword deeper into his chest and smiles.
"Sorry, I'm afraid your friend was the only body recovered down there...send my condolences to him in Hell wont you?"
The soldier doesn't reply but is acually unable to as blood begins to come out of his mouth and he falls down next to his dead pal Louis. Scotty pulls his sword out of the soldier's chest then creeps over to a tent and ducks low and peeks in to see werewolves in human form sleeping..no doubt tired from a long battle..he'll cure that. The werewolves in the tent pick up his scent and wake up only to find him with his dagger in hand and quickly Scotty slits their throats..spraying blood all over himself and the inside of the tent..great..hes definately going to need a shower after this.
After making sure that no one heard what happened, Scotty left the tent and creeped down towards another tent that was empty and saw a huge bon fire just a few tents down...past the fire he could see Jean-Claude, Asher, and Damien chained to them as they continued to build the fire..thats when he spotted Kerri. She and Anita were in the hands of a few vampires being groped as they were forced to watch the fire build..no doubt they were going to be used a little different then the vampires were.
As he slowly moved along the tents to get a better look of what was happening, he was hoping that Kain, Vincent and Cloud were doing as good as he was. They decided that Scotty would go in alone to try and spot Kerri while the three of them split up to go after Zedd and free him from the cage..which Scotty could see was pretty close to the bon fire. Gripped both his dagger & sword, Scotty finally made it to the last tent before the bon fire and watched as the soldiers began to unhatch the vampires from their locks and lead them towards the fire where long boards were being placed for them to be chained to...they were going to burn them.
Scotty moved his eyes from the vampires to Kerri, where she was struggling to get out of the hands of a very turned on vampire. He cant just sit here and let this dumbass creature violate his friend..he has to take action and do it now. Scotty flipped his dagger to where his fingers were gripped the blade and tosses the dagger with deadly aim towards the vampire. Scotty watched with delight as it landed blade first right into its left eye and the vampire quickly let go of Kerri and dropped to his knees in pain.
The vampire holding Anita let her go to check on his buddy, and with the distract Scotty jumped out of the shadows and tagged a vampire in the back with his sword. The vampire quickly dropped down to the ground and Scotty wasted no time in swiping off the head off of one of the vampires holding Jean-Claude. Suddenly the assassins were in the battle now and everyone was taken by surprise by this, the hesitation allowed the assassins and Scotty to kill the vampires holding Damien & Asher and the one that was holding Anita.
Anita & Kerri run over to their three vampiric friends and try to hold them up as Scotty & the assassins fight off oncoming attacks from other vampires & werewolves and it seemed to be going pretty well until Scotty caught a glimpse of something big to his right. Swinging around to kill it, Scotty stopped in mid-stride to see a demon that was at least 8' tall reach back and blobber Scotty right across the chin, sending him flying all the way back into the woods behhind them. the assassins tried to attack, but they were suddenly constricted by an unknown force that forced them to the ground. With hope lost, some replacement vampires came and grabbed a hold of Kerri, Anita, and the vampires and the demon let out a snort and signaled for a vampire to get the human he just knocked into the woods.
"Impressive, very impressive...but not THAT impressive."
A soldier brings back to Captain Durius a barely concious Scotty Dillon who was hoping to save his friends, but now is a prisoner like the rest. Zedd watches on in horror as the demon grabs Scotty by the neck and lifts him up like a small doll.
"You were brave in thinking you could break into my camp to save your friends, but also you were very foolish...you will now die along with the rest of your friends..but maybe we'll decide to have you watch our men have their way with this Kerri girl you tried to save, I'd love to see the look you'd get when you see that."
In Kerri's mind at this point, if Jory didn't do something right now..his best friends would surely suffer more then they ever have in their lives.
He lay there on the ground barely able to move, they had done quite the number on him. His clothes have been shredded almost to bits and he was caked in blood..thankfully though his genitals still remained. They have done everything within their power short of killing him to make him feel pain and to get a little bit more blood out of him..they liked the taste of his blood. Oddly, he didn't feel as much pain as he thought he would..maybe he had gotten to the point where the pain didn't even matter anymore..his thoughts were drifting else where. Through his link he was able to feel that Anita & Kerri were not fairing so well..and that told him that Zedd's raid on General Smith's army did not go well..must have been a trick.
He felt himself lift up off of the ground and move back up against the wall where he was held before the torture began and he once again was face to face with one of his tormenters...General Smith. She licked some blood up off of his chin then let it drip down her own chin with a sadistic smile on her face.
"Oh Jory, why did you have to fight? We would have been so perfect together on the battle field.....and off."
She grabbed his crotch and gave it a small squeeze..forcing a small yelp to escape Jory's bloody & cracked lips. She squeezed a little hard then ran over tounge over his lips..soaking up the blood that covered them and taking it onto her own.
"Its a shame I have to kill you Jory...a real shame."
The phantom pushed General Smith aside and took her place infront of Jory's face. The evil that radiated from that face was enough to make him vomit all over her..but he held back..its bad enough he has blood all over him..doesn't need his insides on him either.
"You take pain like no other I've ever met Jory Johnson and for that you've earned a bit of my respect..but not enough to save your life. You'll always be remembered as a worthy opponent."
"Glad to know....I made a lasting impression...."
General Smith and the phantom look at Jory one last time before walking to the other end of the yard. They turn so they are now facing him and the phantom once again speaks.
This is where we part for now Jory Johnson, may your soul rest in peace.."
It was calm for only a second, but then the wind began to build up around them..flipping their hair and clothing all over the place. A light began to form inbetween the two and the more the wind built up the brighter and bigger the ball got..it looks like the same ball of light General Smith tried to kill him with in New Orleans..only the power in this one is much greater. So this is it then..he was going to die on his own territory and fail his army which is probably just about finished anyways..this cant be happening.
No, this was his grandma's house..he wasn't going to let himself die on this soil..not if he had anything to do with it. He had let these bitches fuck with him enough, it was time to show them why they call him "Da Man" in certain circles. He remembered that back in the day when he wanted to accomplish great things...he would let his anger overtake him. Anger is a great way to suddenly give a person the strength to overcome anything..it was a great energy boost..it was something he needed bad.
Jory allowed the emotions hes been holding back from the past year to flow into his gift and power himself up. He could feel the warmth of his anger tickling his gift..looking to wake it up. He used past memories as a child to Becca leaving him to anything inbetween to power up the anger inside himself and soon he felt so enraged..so pissed off..that he could lift the Queen Mary with his pinky finger.
The anger grew so much in him and in his gift that he began to feel a new energy that hes never felt before..a new energy that made him feel like the beating he just took didn't even exist. He pushed himself off of the garage wall and stoof there watching with the power building inside of him as General Smith and the phantom built up their ball of energy thats supposed to kill him..keyword on SUPPOSED.
"Goodbye Jory Johnson....."
Like a bolt of lightning the energy ball was fired towards Jory with deadly accuracy. Jory watched it come forward at him so fast it was parting the grass and picking up dirt. Finally, when it got close enough to him he grit his teeth and let the anger within come out of him..and when he did he felt almost like he just exploded out of his skin. He looked down at himself to see that he was bathed in a bright white light all around him and infront of him was the ball thrown at him..now just hovering infront of him like a glowing beach ball.
To General Smith, this was truely something she never expected. The brown in Jory's eyes faded away and all that was left was the white..he was a glowing creature of light to her and his ability to stop her and the phantom's power was unfathomable. The bright light made the phantom cowar away a little as Jory began to teist the orb of light back in their direction then built up a little energy to follow it up. In a voice that fell onto her ear like the Angel's Harp...Jory spoke.
"May you find salvation and peace..."
With that...Jory released the orb of light back into their direction and with it...a power of his own that was like a towering wave of watery light ready to crash down at them at any moment...