......................~Wheels-Within-Wheels, But Onwards!~........................
Down it went, the cursed stone of Rootak Lapis, down into the fissure caused by
the Starwolf's demonstration of power. The crack in the cavern floor took the glassy
Shadow Diamond and passing through clear water held in the depths of Khalamzadar IV,
it was lost forever... again.
I suppose Bisley Deeps really did have 'deeps'
But it seems Death had deeper plans.
"Mr. Craddock..." the tall shadow whispered at the frightened man with the pencil
-moustache, Death recalled a similar-look he used as Rhett Butler in another reality.
"...It seems your time in life is over, such a shame" he said softly and turned a page of
the large book on a stone plinth -James saw the Reaper stood next to.
The burnt-faced James looked around the gloomy room, it seemed that he was still
in the vast cavern and yet, the massive doors at the far-end told him it was a room,
a room with Death waiting inside.
"Is this..." Craddock stopped his question as he watched the tall robed-figure turn to
face him, he was dead and now he was in heel -he guessed. He figured Kershner would
soon be joining him.
"There are schemes that some wished to achieve, Mr. Craddock, plans that must be
adhered to" Death said as he passed the trembling man in the ragged clothes. "I see
that the Fourways wolves and Nenothtu's 'pet' had their way with you... tut-tut" Death
whispered "so unfair" the blackness inside the hood offered with mock-pity.
Margot peered out of the cockpit window of The Starwolf and saw the movement
again, somone was out there... and there was more than one.
The figures gave no indication of attacking the craft, they just seemed to be waiting,
looking for someone.
"Neno... can you hear me?" the android said into the small microphone in her ear-set,
she had been listening to the chatter in the big mansion to her right. "There's people
out here, people who looked sorta-lost!" Margot tracked others coming from the
shadows and joining the small group ahead of her, they seemed like children in the
dim-light of the Starwolf's forward-lights.
Boy In A Dress stumbled away from the prone body of Victor Kershner, it was over
and his quest was done, his lungs struggled to take in air as he came to terms with
what he done. It was Tibbs who broke his train of tought.
"You are at the end of one road, but another trail waits for your decision... all I can
say is that somewhere in the future, you have already decided" the Vithian said
softly and looked up at Mucklebones. "We're all already in the past" Tibbs muttered
and showed a sad-smile.
BIAD nodded once and went over to where Nenothtu waited with the others, the
girl that Allag had named as 'Dorothy' lay like a sleeping princess awaiting her beau's
kiss, but this damaged Chapel was certainly no Palace bedroom.
Pandora had gone -BIAD noticed and her last words still echoed in his head 'You
took advantage of me and now...' the raven-haired goddess had never finished her
statement and for some reason the word 'mother' called from somewhere deep inside.
But that was for later, this 'now' was where he should focus on -he assured himself.
"...And you would look on this as a contract, a deal struck between two gentlemen
with honour?" Craddock said and tenderly touched the raw-flesh on the side of his face.
It didn't hurt anymore.
Death shrugged his bony shoulders and with a voice that sounded like a tomb being
raided, he answered "I can hardly be categorized as gentleman" he snickered and
closed the space between them. Low moans came from those terrible doors at the end
of the room and James imagined teeth-gnashing demons pondering how they would rend
his soul. He had brokered life-changing deals before, but Craddock knew that this one
had his soul riding on it's success. He pressed on.
"I agree to keep watch for you, to make sure I become one of their party and to be taken
in with their trust..." he said and peered into the nothingness of Death's cowl "... for this,
you will keep me from..." he looked towards the ornate doors once more and whispered
"...keep me from there?" Droplets of sweat tapped on the surface of his suit that had also
somehow repaired itself.
edit on 15-11-2012 by A boy in a dress because: Left writer's-block in Edit Room!