Inferno
Chapter 1
By Secret7
The Shnyder house was quiet. Until the door opened. Blossom stood in the doorway, staring coldly. She scanned the house quietly and walked around.
"Robyn? It's me! Where are you?" she asked in a normal voice.
"I'm up here, Blossom!" Robyn's voice said from upstairs.
"Come down, Robyn. I have a surprise for you."
Robyn walked down the stairs.
"Blossom! I heard that Blaze actually killed you! Are you...you don't look that well. Why are you so pale? And...why is it so cold?"
Blossom's hair began to turn white and her eyes to turn dark blue.
"Oh my God! Blossom, are you okay?"
"Never...felt...better."
Blossom grabbed Robyn by the throat and began to clutch it, squeezing. Robyn began to scream.
"What are you doing???" she whispered.
"Killing you."
Blossom grinned and threw her onto the ground.
"Your parents are next, Robyn. And then I'll find the vessel. The vessel for my Lords."
"Blossom! What the—Oh my god!"
Two swords of ice appeared in Blossom's hand.
"Die."
There was a sound of ice piercing a body and a scream.
Blossom still couldn't sleep, even after half a year since Blaze destroyed her, thrusting her into Hell on earth, she just couldn't sleep. She had been controlled by the crystal. The ice. It wished for Ice Eternal. For the end of life. The jewel had been destroyed. But Blossom felt cold yet again. She still felt the Ice Blossom living, somewhere within her. The killer. But it wasn't even it's fault, she thought. It all came down to Blaze. He destroyed almost all of Townsville, killed Blossom, and eventually caused chaos unimaginable by anyone. If she could have one wish, she would wish that Blaze felt all the pain that she had over the long period of life and death. And life again.
She walked downstairs, her eyes blank. She was tired. And she thought of her enemy. Ice. It was snowing outside. Somehow, she felt like running out into the snow. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go into the snow for fun, or to embrace the cold again. Which was it?
She shook her head furiously. "It's all over," she convinced herself. Life was going to become back to normal. She felt the memories were disappearing almost. She smiled, remembering the good times with Robyn and her other friends. She hovered to her room, smiling tiredly. She still had the joyful memories. And a whole life time ahead of her. Blaze was dead and the Ice was gone. Everything was going to be alright...
The boy looked around the dim dungeon he was in. He had been there for months, and the monks had at first treated him with extreme kindness...until they discovered that he had forgotten. He didn't even know WHAT he'd forgotten. His vocabulary was advanced, he was intelligent, though a little proud, and he was kind. He knew very little about the monks, and about the size of what he knew were their name: The Brotherhood of The Dark Ones. Rituals and tortures had been preformed on the boy, yet his unusual powers and strong will prevented it from phasing him. He looked now at the monk that walked to him.
"Ah, you. The Right Hand of the Dark Ones," he said.
They always called him that.
"Look, for the hundredth time, my name is B--"
"Ah...yes. That is what you called yourself when you were powerful. But you've lost all abilities, haven't you?"
"No...Not all."
"What, then, can you do?"
"This."
The boy kicked the monk in the face, and grabbed the keys to the chains he was in, swiftly unlocking it. This was his chance, possibly his only one, for freedom. He dashed, and began to hover, something he hadn't done for months. Then, he began to fly again, soaring through the candle- lit tunnels. He felt joy overcome him, but then fear. There was the fate of the world in the balance. He needed to warn them.
The boy burst out of the underground dungeon and out to the half- destroyed city Church of Townsville. He felt the wind again. "Freedom." he said. He hadn't been free since the Brotherhood had brought him back.
He remembered very few things, and his abilities were greatly reduced. But one thing he did remember was that he needed redemption, for a life of darkness. And he remembered his name:
Blaze.
. . .
TO BE CONTINUED
(A/N: Yes, I am planning on writing a sequel. Problem is, I need a title. Anyway, I just couldn't leave my story just finished. It might take me a while, but soon you'll be seeing this...)
Chapter 1
By Secret7
The Shnyder house was quiet. Until the door opened. Blossom stood in the doorway, staring coldly. She scanned the house quietly and walked around.
"Robyn? It's me! Where are you?" she asked in a normal voice.
"I'm up here, Blossom!" Robyn's voice said from upstairs.
"Come down, Robyn. I have a surprise for you."
Robyn walked down the stairs.
"Blossom! I heard that Blaze actually killed you! Are you...you don't look that well. Why are you so pale? And...why is it so cold?"
Blossom's hair began to turn white and her eyes to turn dark blue.
"Oh my God! Blossom, are you okay?"
"Never...felt...better."
Blossom grabbed Robyn by the throat and began to clutch it, squeezing. Robyn began to scream.
"What are you doing???" she whispered.
"Killing you."
Blossom grinned and threw her onto the ground.
"Your parents are next, Robyn. And then I'll find the vessel. The vessel for my Lords."
"Blossom! What the—Oh my god!"
Two swords of ice appeared in Blossom's hand.
"Die."
There was a sound of ice piercing a body and a scream.
Blossom still couldn't sleep, even after half a year since Blaze destroyed her, thrusting her into Hell on earth, she just couldn't sleep. She had been controlled by the crystal. The ice. It wished for Ice Eternal. For the end of life. The jewel had been destroyed. But Blossom felt cold yet again. She still felt the Ice Blossom living, somewhere within her. The killer. But it wasn't even it's fault, she thought. It all came down to Blaze. He destroyed almost all of Townsville, killed Blossom, and eventually caused chaos unimaginable by anyone. If she could have one wish, she would wish that Blaze felt all the pain that she had over the long period of life and death. And life again.
She walked downstairs, her eyes blank. She was tired. And she thought of her enemy. Ice. It was snowing outside. Somehow, she felt like running out into the snow. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go into the snow for fun, or to embrace the cold again. Which was it?
She shook her head furiously. "It's all over," she convinced herself. Life was going to become back to normal. She felt the memories were disappearing almost. She smiled, remembering the good times with Robyn and her other friends. She hovered to her room, smiling tiredly. She still had the joyful memories. And a whole life time ahead of her. Blaze was dead and the Ice was gone. Everything was going to be alright...
The boy looked around the dim dungeon he was in. He had been there for months, and the monks had at first treated him with extreme kindness...until they discovered that he had forgotten. He didn't even know WHAT he'd forgotten. His vocabulary was advanced, he was intelligent, though a little proud, and he was kind. He knew very little about the monks, and about the size of what he knew were their name: The Brotherhood of The Dark Ones. Rituals and tortures had been preformed on the boy, yet his unusual powers and strong will prevented it from phasing him. He looked now at the monk that walked to him.
"Ah, you. The Right Hand of the Dark Ones," he said.
They always called him that.
"Look, for the hundredth time, my name is B--"
"Ah...yes. That is what you called yourself when you were powerful. But you've lost all abilities, haven't you?"
"No...Not all."
"What, then, can you do?"
"This."
The boy kicked the monk in the face, and grabbed the keys to the chains he was in, swiftly unlocking it. This was his chance, possibly his only one, for freedom. He dashed, and began to hover, something he hadn't done for months. Then, he began to fly again, soaring through the candle- lit tunnels. He felt joy overcome him, but then fear. There was the fate of the world in the balance. He needed to warn them.
The boy burst out of the underground dungeon and out to the half- destroyed city Church of Townsville. He felt the wind again. "Freedom." he said. He hadn't been free since the Brotherhood had brought him back.
He remembered very few things, and his abilities were greatly reduced. But one thing he did remember was that he needed redemption, for a life of darkness. And he remembered his name:
Blaze.
. . .
TO BE CONTINUED
(A/N: Yes, I am planning on writing a sequel. Problem is, I need a title. Anyway, I just couldn't leave my story just finished. It might take me a while, but soon you'll be seeing this...)