*Setting: Slowly the Sun sauntered towards the horizon as Dusk set in. And as the sky cast its orange glow down onto the ground, the younger inhabitants of Liel left their homes to go out clubbing. But as a short stream of 16+ year olds started milling through the alleyways to the back of all the derelict buildings, it became clear they didn’t just want to party. As they passed bins and disturbed stray Cats their excited talking came to a stop. As they passed the final old, falling apart structure they came into an opening, and in this opening stood a dome-like building, no more than two-three storeys high, but unlike the surrounding old, internally destroyed buildings this one was flowing with life. A queue was forming outside the entrances of the large, pale blue doors, which were guarded by the Bouncers, their breed being Refelx'. Quickly the new arrivals rushed to the end of the queue, hoping to get in a decent enough place before any other being. As they did this though, creatures began to emerge from the insides of the buildings. Clambering out of the glassless windows or stepping out of the doorless doorways. These creatures were pure white, their bodies like a bag of bones and their eyes totally black. But the most disturbing thing was that they didn't have a set race. As three emerged, it was clear they were from Orkhid race, then as the fourth and fifth came out into the light it was clear they were Mudokon. All their nails were long and brittle and their faces wrinkled with age or worry. As they dragged their aged selves towards the queue they moaned, like beggars. Their clothes as white as their bodies they held out their hands in desperation and tried to muster the strength to speak.*
White being: "Spare any essence? Please...I beg of you. An ounce? Please."
This once-Orkhid creature looked the clubbers in the eyes, begging softly. Shaking their heads the teenagers turned away from the creatures, disgusted by what the beings had become. For these creatures were addicted to magick. And through their addiction had become crippled of any power they once had. Their colour drained of them as did anything that came into contact with them for a long period of time, they were nothing. A shell of their former selves. Only happy once they had been filled with another being’s magick and thus clutched onto what they once was. As they, one by one, moved up the queue to beg for their next high, the Bouncers became aware. Stepping away from the door, one of the 7ft beings gnarled at its inferior, pointing to one of the buildings it came from. Hissing, one of the addicted beings disobeyed this command and continued to ask for help with its addiction, but doing so was a grave mistake and as the Refelx held out its webbed hand, it formed a ball of pure white energy. A grunt came from the beast as it notified the addict it was prepared to kill it, if needs be. This was warning enough, and in a quick gulp the creature began to limp-run away from the queue, closely followed by the others. But as they neared the nearest building the form of a sleek, dark, feminine figure greeted them. Her hair was black as the night itself as was her black jeans and sleeveless vest top. As she stepped out of the masking shadows she was quickly approached by the once-Orkhid addict that had, had to be threatened to be deterred. Its eyes seemingly lit up as it approached her, sensing the females overwhelming power.
White being: "Essence to spare? Please. Any essence at all. Big or small..."
The females grey eyes scanned the pathetic little creature and then flicked to the other four quickly following it. Smiling she held her hand out, her palm facing its chest and unleashed a surge of red energy into it. The creatures black eyes glowed red as its mouth widened into an ecstasy induced smile. Letting her hand fall she then stepped around it, ignoring the other four creatures that then began to pester and beg her. But all was not well, for the creature she had graced with abit of her essence began to feel the true nature of the female develop inside of it. Red electricity sparked and twirled around its body and in a squealing fit of terror the thing tried to scratch the essence out from its chest. Hearing the terrified noises the others turned to it, looking on in curiosity as the beings blood boiled and in a couple of seconds later, was engulfed by black and dark purple flame. Its voice screeched out like a Cat being tortured until finally the fire had done its work and the entire body of the thing collapsed in a pile of smoking ash. Turning to look at the female walking away the other four whimpered lowly and then quickly hurtled away to the safety of the building, still desperate for a beings magick but wanting to keep their lives, as pathetic as they currently was. The female smiled, walking towards the queue with her hips swaying from side to side. The beings queuing turned to her, some knowing who she was and others just in awe of her power. Walking alongside the queue she studied the teens and adults waiting to get into the club, as if looking for someone specific. Nearing the front of the line, she stopped, studied one female’s face and allowed herself to sense the females presence and power.
Powerful female: "Margaret, right?"
She smiled softly, her pale pink lips parting briefly and thus revealing a set of pearly white teeth. The female queuing nodded slowly, wondering how this mysterious, yet highly powerful, female knew her name.
Powerful female: "Good. My names Amber, i was just wondering if i could speak to you in private for a minute. Its quite urgent and it would be immensely appreciated if you could spare some of your time."
Blinking softly the Bouncers studied Amber, knowing who she was and how dangerous she could be. The latter reason being why they didn't confront her. Nodding slowly Margaret stepped forwards, asking one of her friends to save her place for her if they hadn't gone in already. But as her right foot made its way to step out of the queue a sparkling of whitey-blue particles [like how Leo and Paige Orb in 'Charmed'] began to appear a couple of feet away. In seconds the sparkling had subdued, leaving a black suited female standing were they once were, her arms crossed and her black wavy hair running down her back. Her brown eyes looked at Amber in a menacing way, wondering why she was pestering her customers right outside her club.
Owner: "Why are you here?"
Amber smiled and brushed a strand of black hair from out of her face.
Amber: "Just to inform Margaret here of something that is important. To her."
The owner of the club smiled and stepped forwards, nodding sarcastically as she studied Amber's body language.
Owner: "Sure, sure(!) Of course. Couldn't be anything sinister or twisted, could it(!)"
Sighing Amber positioned herself so that she was facing the owner properly and not having to turn her head to speak to her.
Amber: "Look, i don't want any trouble okay, Charity. I just want to sort my business out, go home and rest. Knowing that everything is sorted. Please don't try and be all heroic...please?"
Charity smiled and chuckled, looking away briefly as she did so.
Charity: "No, you look. I told you once, i don't want you anywhere near my club OR my customers. They don't need to be part of your sick little cult, nor do they need to be approached by you. Understood?"
Amber: "You know under any normal circumstances i wouldn't come here, you know that, right? Its just that Madge, well, she's a Pre-cog. A powerful one at that. I need a new one, i need...well...her. I develop her power, make her powerful. Its nothing bad, its all good. I promise."
As she said the last part of her sentence she turned to the female she had approached and waved her right hand over her chest in a cross formation.
Charity: "Go, Amber. I don't want any of your pathetic excuses or stupid lies, okay? You obviously found out about her through your own Pre-cog, so he or she can't be that bad..."
Amber: "She isn't. She's quite good really. Accurate most of the time. Its just that she mis-interpreted this big dealio about the future. Told Leonard someone had to be killed when really they need to survive. And you know what Leonard’s like, if i don't get her, he will..."
She then glanced over to Margaret.
Amber: "And believe me, with this way...nobody else gets hurt."
In saying this a surge of bright blue electricity leapt from the fingertips of Charity and hit Amber in the chest, the female staggered backwards - shocked.
Charity: "Save your manipulation for another night, Amber. And get the Hell away from my club...now."
Charity growled lowly, blue electricity arching and weaving in-between her fingers. Amber, however, kept her place and didn’t move.
Amber: "Why do you insist on behaving so, so...awkwardly? When Nickolas was alive you were quite happy to be diplomatic but now, now you just want to..."
As she approached the end of her sentence a flurry of fierce strands of lightening escaped Charity's right palm. Hitting Amber in the chest and abdomen they sent the startled being staggering backwards highly bemused.
Charity: "DON'T...ever say his name again. Don't ever bring him in to our conflict. Or i swear to every known God on this damned world i will end your life."
Rubbing her stomach whilst looking down Amber chuckled softly. Her hair draped infront of her face as she did so. But as Charity's sentence came to an end the female slowly looked up, her eyes a searing, bright red.
Amber: "Do not make promises you cannot keep, Charity. They'll only make you look a fool."
In ending this sentence the female raised her left arm, clenching her hand into a fist. She then smirked, sinisterness gripping the already tense atmosphere. In reaction to the fist clenching Charity seemed to start to choke, she felt her airway close up and as her face turned from a pale peach to soft red she realised that she could not, or wasn't being allowed to, breathe. Raising her clenched fist in the air, Amber then smiled. Charity was slowly raised off the ground and in seconds their was a commotion behind her. The clubbers were slowly beginning to back away, not wanting to face this immensely powerful Orkhid. Even the Bouncers dared not intervene incase they too were dealt with in such a harsh manner. Feeling her captive trying to muster all the strength she had to teleport, Amber then formed a black ball of fire in her free hand. Aimed for Charity's stomach and hurled it towards her, watching it impact and scorch a vicious black and red mark into her but also sending a wave of red electricity through her body - immediately weakening her. Charity dropped to the ground, coughing harshly as she felt her power drain from her.
Amber: "If only you knew what was coming. If only you had an inkling of what forces were behind the ever-nearing future...heh, you may even change sides."
Charity: "I...*Cough*...find that....doubtful."
She looked up at her enemy, her brown eyes burning into Amber's.
Amber: "So do i, that’s why, when the end does come i’m gonna make sure i have claim to your Soul..."
She winked, her eyes restoring to their normal grey colour as she slowly backed away and then turned to face the queue…or lack of. Due to the little ruckus the clubbers had all fled, leaving only her, Charity and the Bouncers stood infront of the bass pumping club. Turning her head, Amber snarled, sniffing the air. Upon catching the scent of Margaret she then exploded in a mass of black and purple flame, before sizzling into nothingness. Moments later there was the sound of screaming and powers being discharged from a couple of alleys away, the sickening sizzle of burning flesh indicating that Amber had got what she had came for - and that Charity's efforts had all been in vain.
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Clubbing of a different kind...
(OOC: If there are any mistakes in this, please feel free to point them out. Thankles. Whoop, haven't done one of these [a fic] in like...CENTURIES!!)
'Making amends'
