I don't know what to say.
World of Jackcraft.
((Yay! Alex didn't like her one bit, and I think she didn't like the fact that she couldn't use her sensual charms to win him over. The layout worked great for this, for me personally, and it was written well too.))
(( I do. Exactly what I was expecting, but very well written. Kudos. ))
(( Now, can I borrow your entire story, plus the Vigil mission for something? *EG* ))
(( Edit: Hey, the mad swordswoman never even tried using feminine whiles on Crow. She just hit him lots. I miss out on all the fun. 
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Disclaimer: The above may be humerous, or at least may be an attempt at humour. Try reading it that way.
Posts are OOC unless noted to be IC, or in an IC thread.
((no lyrics for this one. Instead just imagine the Batman score in the background, indeally the Shirley Walker one, especially Mask of the Phatasm))
In darkness he was born...
Lady Chill lowered a rope down into the church. Even with its length, she had to free drop more than ten feet to the old marble floor. Her katana slipped smoothy from its sheath by her side as her eyes tried to adjust to the dim moonlight creeping in through the windows. Colours faded to shades of grey around her. She frowned. He wasn't there. No blood, no sign that he'd even hit the floor. Where was he?
Pain will become strength...
She moved cautiously, eyes and ears scanning for the slightest flicker of motion or breath of sound. Nothing. Her heart pounded as the creak of the old building moaning in the stormy night. The shadows groaned around her, and she thought she saw something near the altar.
Fear will become courage...
She crept closer, katana held ready to strike as soon as she saw it. Two steps closer. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, sliding her feet along in a slow but fluid motion.
Rage will become honour...
It moved again. Lady Chill grit her teeth and struck the altar. Her katana imbedded in the marble, splitting the red cloth. As if summoned from the shadows by the ring of steel, a large black bird flew out from the cross hanging behind the altar, cawing loudly as it dove towards her. Lady Chill screamed and ducked, spinning around to see where the beast had gone. But it was no more, it had disappeared into the empty blackness all around her.
I am the night.
"A-Alan?" she called. "Alan where are you? Come out and finish this!" She pulled at her sword, trying to free it, but it was no use. The altar held onto it firmly. "Damn it Alan, stop hiding from me!"
You said you were always afraid of the dark as a child, Su...
Lady Chill's head darted from side to side. Still nothing. Then it came. A low creak of straining wood. Next a slow, tormenting tap of footsteps on cold marble. Drawing closer, circling her. Her breathing became erratic. She heard the sounds moving down the church aisle, drawing closer to her.
You're in my world now.
Each tap came with the pound of her heart in her chest. She steadied herself, breathing deep and slowly to calm her nerves. It wasn't helping. Closer. She moved her arms to defend herself against whatever attack came from the nothing before her. Closer. She took a step back. Closer. Her heart raged against her body. Another step back. Then the shadow fell over her.
Here, you cannot win.
She spun, suddenly feeling the presence behind her. Lightning exploded from outside, filling the church with terrible pale light, and there he was. A tower of darkness born out of the shadow, his cape enveloping her vision. His face, cold and deadly, wrapped in a black mask from which his eyes burned.
Here I am the master.
She backed away slowly, her hand reaching for her face in shock. He dropped from the altar in a stooped, animal like movement. Advancing on her like some terrible monster. "Alan..."
His fist stopped her speaking. She brought up her hand to block, but his next blow was too powerful. Her arm buckled and armoured knuckles slammed into her. A third blow found her stomach, and a fourth sent her to the floor. It was cold under her touch.
"Alan...Alan, please..." she pleaded. He let her stand, and she tried to fight back. He smacked away each strike as if they were nothing. Her wrist was caught by his hand. He pulled her around, his cape trailing his movement, and flung her hard against the altar. She cumpled against it, blood dripping from where he had hit her, the force of his blows having broken the skin. He stalked towards her mercilessly.
"Alan...please, I...I love you..." She could barely stand. Her body succumbed to pain and terror. His face showed no emotion, only a dark and silent rage.
"My name," he grated, "is Nevermore." He lifted her by the throat, holding her up off the ground.
"You...you can't turn me in..." she gagged, "I'll...I'll tell everyone who you are...your life will be over."
He brought her down to him, and pressed her body against the altar, pushing her back against the protruding handle of her katana. She grimaced in pain. "There as many ways into the Zig, as there are out of them." he said with a squeeze of her neck.
"But...you...you won't kill me...." she gasped, feeling her body go numb as he pressed on pressure points in her neck and on her back with the butt of her sword.
He sneered darkly, "And does that make you less afraid...or more?"
Lady Chill looked up into his eyes as Nevermore's form rose around her and she sank to the ground. She felt a last scream of terror escape her as the final ounce of strength left her body, and the darkness finally swallowed her.