The Elementz: Bestial Instincts
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The Elementz
Bestial Instincts
By: GhostWriter
CHAPTER ONE
A black teen of about 16 or 17 ran along the back alleyways in the rainy pitch-blackness of the night. He was tall and wore dark black shades over his eyes, regardless of how dark of a night it already was. He wore his hair in long braids that reached his shoulders and were whipping behind him as he ran. On his back was a bulging backpack.
A light shone behind him, as three cops chased after him, two with a flashlight.
"Crap," the boy muttered under his breath, "kept going straight for too long…"
He went into a series of sharp turns to try and lose the cops. One of the cops with a flashlight tired out and fell too far behind.
"One down," muttered the boy.
"How many alley’s are there in this city?" huffed the cop without a flashlight.
As they continued, that same cop got lost in the maze of alleyways.
After the boy realized he couldn’t shake this last cop, he purposely led himself into a dead end.
"Well now boy," laughed the cop, "I’ve got you cornered. Just give up what you stole and give up."
The cop pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slowly walked toward the boy. He knew he had to be cautious, because rumor had it, this kid had unreal fighting talent and was known to use it when desperate.
"You think I didn’t know this was a dead end, officer?" asked the boy, dropping his backpack, "Why don’t you save the both of us a lot of time and put those handcuff on your own hands instead, okay?"
"Aren’t you a little too sure of yourself, boy?" said the cop, stopping where he was.
"I never am," said the boy, and then he launched himself forward.
The cop jumped back just in time to miss a kick to the head that more than likely would have knocked him out cold. The boy, not in the least worried about missing the first blow, went into a low spinning kick that connected with the back of the cop’s knees.
"What the," said the cop, falling to his knees.
The boy kept the move going into a roll that brought him behind the cop and then turned around and leapt forward into a tackle the struck him in the back.
"Oomph," the cop grunted as he hit the ground.
The boy picked up the handcuff that the cop had dropped as when he had been kicked.
"I told you to make this easy on yourself," said the boy, without a hint of being tired.
Without warning, the boy snapped his head around in time to see the figure leap out of the shadows. He ducked as the cop, whom he thought had gotten lost, went flying towards him. Reaching up in time, he grabbed the cop and slammed him onto the first.
"I should’ve seen that coming," muttered the boy, as he dragged both cops over towards a drain on the wall and cuffed them both around it so they wouldn’t be able to follow him, "but, oh well, it all worked out."
Then the boy picked up his backpack and took off running again. After about 10 minutes of nonstop running, he reached another dead end. The boy stepped up to a wall and tapped three times on a brick and then pulled on what looked like a normal fire escape ladder.
A nearby dumpster slid to the side and behind it was a hole in the wall. The boy entered through this hole and the dumpster resumed it’s former position in front of the hole.
The hole led into a long hallway, which the boy ran along. As he reached the end, it opened up to big place full of people. All of them were homeless.
"Blaz!" called a voice, "Blaz, over here! Hurry!"
The boy, Blaz, headed towards the voice. A young boy, of about 8 or 9, stood waving his hands so that Blaz would see him. When Blaz reached him, they both ran down some more halls. They stopped outside of a door.
"She’s waiting in here," said the young boy.
Blaz said nothing, but walked right in. Inside a woman was lying asleep in a bed, while a man kneeled beside her. Another woman, about 21 years old, stood in a corner behind the man and looked up as Blaz entered the room.
"Do you have it?" she asked, as the man now looked up at Blaz too.
"Please tell me you have it," the man said, his voice barely a whisper, "please tell me you can save my wife…"
Blaz looked between the two of them and walked to the woman in the corner. Upon reaching her, he took off his backpack and shoved it into her hands.
"There’s food in here along with the medicine," he said, turning and walking out the door, "Thought she might need the extra vitamins and minerals in the food."
As he closed the door, the young boy from before stared at him.
"Your mother’s going to be fine," Blaz said, before turning to leave down the long hallway.
He walked until he came to a dead end with only a hole in the ceiling that would require a ladder. Blaz began to leap of the sides of the wall, working his way up to the hole. He jumped through and landed on his feet in the room. Beside the hole was a rolled up rope ladder. The inside of this room was fairly simple. It consisted of a bed, an adjoining bathroom, a chair, and a TV. The only other thing in the room was the one thing that probably wouldn’t count as "simple". In a corner, on a desk, stood a very high-tech computer. Currently on the screen, there seemed to be a radar type program running. There was a map of the city and small red dots moving on and off of the screen.
Blaz walked over to the bed and lay on his back. He lay there for a long time, eyes open, but staring at nothing.
After a while, a voice called from the hole, "Let me up, Blaz!"
He sat up quickly. Once again, he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.
Getting out of bed, he walked to the hole and stood looking down. The woman, to whom he had given the backpack, stood at the bottom looking up at him.
"What do you want?" He asked, "Do you need me to go get something for someone?"
"No," she answered, "For once, can’t you think about yourself instead of others?"
"Lily, what are you talking about?" he replied.
"You’re always so concerned with the well-being of others, you never stop to think about yourself and your needs!" she said, "I mean, you literally starve yourself every time we run short on food, just so others can eat. You’ve been protecting these homeless people and even stealing food and medicine from the doctors who won’t give them it. You single handedly keep the cops from getting too close to this place."
"Yeah," he said, "So?"
"But you never say what’s wrong with you," she continued, "I mean, you always look so, depressed, but you never allow anyone to get to know you. You’re quiet, some times it’s as if you’re a mute. Will you just tell me what troubles you so much?"
Blaz sighed, "If you really want to know, Lily, then fine. I’m quiet because I have a weird feeling, that tells me I’m destined for something so big, yet I’m troubled because I know that it will end up causing me a great deal of pain. That’s why. I also spend so much time trying to remember my past that…"
There was a sudden loud series of beeps. Blaz whipped his head around to his computer. All at once, several of the red dots had begun to move in toward the center.
"No…" he gasped, "This can’t be right… they couldn’t have… unless… oh no…"
"What is it, Blaz?" asked Lily.
Blaz jumped down through the hole, front flipping to land on his feet, then ran back down the hall.
"Blaz, what is it?" she asked again, running to keep up.
"The cops have tricked me," he explained, never breaking stride, "They know exactly where we are and they knew I had them on a radar. They pretended to not be doing anything, when the entire time, they were moving in, surrounding us. They just got too close. I need you to get everyone to safety. I’ll hold the cops off."
"But what if you can’t?" she inquired, stopping at a hallway.
Blaz kept running straight ahead, but yelled over his shoulder, "After all the things I’ve stolen, you really don’t want to or need to know. Just get them out and trust me to do my job."
After Blaz was sure he was alone in the hallway, he thought to himself, No one’s around and this is as good a time as any…
Ever since as far back as he could remember, Blaz had had weird and amazing powers no one else had. Along with his amazing agility, stamina, and knowledge of a fighting style unknown to anyone else on the planet, he had a few more powers. He could, at any point in time, suddenly run at unheard of speeds. He once tested it and found out he could easily outrun a jet. But his last ability was his most amazing; he could conjure up flames at will. And not those small matchstick fires, but he knew that of he wanted to, he could cause an entire forest to burn to the ground in a matter of seconds. He could even use this fire with his fighting style. In fact, his fighting style seemed to be centered around his fire, but it could still be used without the fire. To him, this last ability seemed to explain his name, which was pronounce the same way as ‘blaze’, but spelled without the ‘e’ on the end.
He used his speed and suddenly, he was standing in the main entry room. The room, which had been full of people, was now empty. He then began to run in circles, checking all of the many secret entryways that all led to this room. As he went pass each one, he realized, they weren’t coming in just one way; they were coming in using all of the entrances.
Blaz stopped in the center of the room and stood, head hung, eyes closed, and waited.
It wasn’t long before a voice yelled out, "Hey you! Do not move!"
Blaz raised his head slightly and saw that they had surrounded him from the second floor and all had guns trained onto him.
He stood up slowly, hands raised, "Alright, you got me, but let the others go or the only thing you’ll leave here with will be scars and maybe some burn marks."
A few of the cops laughed. One, obviously the one in charge, called out, "Yeah kid, sure. Alright, Brava Team head down the west corridor. Gamma, you guys take the north. Alpha to the east, and Beta to the south. The rest, stay with me and let’s take in our little friend here…"
The remaining cops looked to where Blaz had been. He was gone.
"Find him!" yelled the commander.
"No need," came a voice over his shoulder, "I’m not hiding."
Blaz kicked the commander in the back, causing him to fall over the edge to the floor below. The two closest cops both ran towards him. At the last possible second, Blaz jumped backwards and grabbed the two officer’s heads, smashing them together.
He heard someone yell, "Open fire!" and ducked into a vacant hallway in time to dodge the bullets.
"Okay," he yelled back to them, "you like to play with fire?"
Blaz jumped out just as the guns stopped shooting, and blew fire in every direction he could. He heard the cops gasp, and then scream as the fire raced towards them.
In the confusion, Blaz took off down a hallway to catch up with one of the groups.
As he neared them, he maintained his speed and took all of them out before they knew what had happened. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath.
"Wow," he said to himself, "this is more tiring than I thought it’d be."
He soon took off to catch with another group. He used long-range fire attacks to chase them the wrong way and into a dead end. When they were trapped, he blew apart the roof, causing them to be stuck in the corner until someone came to free them.
He had reached the center again and was about to take off after another hallway when a voice rang out,
"Stop right there."
Blaz looked up. All the remaining officers stood in a ring around him on the second floor. He looked towards the voice. It was a police who held Lily beside him. Blaz reacted immediately and moved from the spot their guns had been trained on, shooting fire at them from his hands.
"Make one more move," spoke the cop, "and this nice young lady won’t see the light of day ever again."
Blaz saw the gun trained on her, saw the determination in the cop’s eyes, and knew that if he disappeared from the cop’s view using his speed, his finger would pull the trigger.
Lily looked at him, with a terrified expression on her face.
"What are you?" she whispered.
"Y-you’re not human," stuttered Lily.
"No, Lily, please don’t be afraid of me…" Blaz began.
"What the hell are you?!"
As she screamed the last part, Blaz felt funny, and he looked down at his body. It was fading away and he could already see through his own hands.
"What the hell…" he said.
"Hey!" yelled the cop, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Blaz!" screamed Lily, seeming no longer concerned with his weird powers.
"Lily!" screamed Blaz, as they got one last look of his terrified face before he vanished from their view.
CHAPTER TWO
A boy in a light blue hoodie stood leaning against a wall, chewing gum, in a white room that had no door or window. He had spiky jet-black hair and his eyes were a piercing light blue.
Also in the room were 5 other youths.
One was a very muscular boy with wild brown hair. He wore a green shirt and some jeans that had been roughly cut at the knees to make shorts. His eyes were hazel.
A girl with long blond hair floated slightly off the floor. She wore a grey tank top and a long white skirt. Her hair fell across her face and covered one her blue eyes.
An Asian boy sat on the floor. His dyed yellow hair was in a crazy spiky style. He wore a yellow tee and blue jeans. His yellow eyes watched as a spark of electricity danced between his fingers.
A girl with shoulder-length purple hair and purple eyes floated cross-legged in the air, with her head leaning on her hand and held a sort of bored expression on her face. She wore a purple tee shirt and black jeans.
A girl with long blue hair and blue eyes lay stretched out across the floor. She wore a white shirt with a picture of a little water droplet in the center of her chest. She wore slightly faded blue jeans.
“Lily!”
The electricity stopped jumping between the Asian’s hands as he turned his head to the center of the room. The blue haired girl sat up and looked. The girl with the purple hair turned her body to face the sound. The brown haired muscular kid turned and looked. The hovering girl landed on the ground, startled by the voice. The last kid looked up from the ground lazily.
Blaz appeared in the middle of the room. For a second, he thought he had passed out and died. Then he realized the room was entirely white and nothing was wrong with his eyes. Then he noticed the six pairs of staring eyes on him.
And you would be…?” asked the purple haired girl, as if Blaz should have said his name upon appearing.
“Um…” he stammered, “I’m, uh, Blaz.”
“Oh,” she replied, “Well, I’m Psy.”
“I’m Sparx,” announced the yellow haired Asian, the spark of electricity jumping between his fingers again.
“I’m Breeze,” said the blond haired girl, “Nice to meet you.”
“They call me Rocky,” said the muscular kid.
“I’m Aqua,” said the blue haired girl, lying back down.
“The name’s Avalanche,” said the teen with his back to a wall, “and let me guess, you must represent fire?”
“Huh?” said Blaz.
“Your power,” sighed Avalanche, “Each person here has a power. Our names are based on those powers. So yours must be fire.”
“Uh, yeah, it is…” said Blaz slowly, “Wait, yall have powers to?”
“Yes,” said Avalanche, “I’ll leave it up to you to guess them.”
“If you say ‘yall’,” said Sparx, “Then you must be from southern USA, right?”
“Uh… yeah,” replied Blaz, “Um, what exactly are we doing here?”
“Nothing,” said Avalanche, “and all of this waiting is annoying as hell…”
“Your wait is over!” boomed a voice throughout the room.
“What the?!” said Sparx.
“Huh?” said Psy.
“Who said that?” spoke Rocky.
“I did,” called the voice again.
“And who exactly are you?” asked Blaz.
“Why, I’m the one who called you all here together, who else would I be?”
A bright ball of light appeared from the center of the ceiling and floated downward.
“Finally,” muttered Avalanche.
“Well aren’t you the impatient one,” said the voice again.
“Yes,” agreed Avalanche, “I am, so can you please hurry this up? I was doing something very important back in California…”
“I’m sorry, but no matter how fast I go, you will not go back to California just yet,” responded the voice.
“Say what?” shouted Avalanche.
“Hush and let me explain further…”
The light grew brighter until it became blinding. When they looked back, a tall, slender, young woman stood in its place. She had long white hair and wore a long white dress.
“I am called Hope,” she said, “And I had to call all of the good Elementz together to help me save the past, present, and future of this planet.”
“Huh?” said Aqua.
“Let me explain it better,” said Hope, “I know for a fact that none of you can remember anything from your past that is from age 10 and down. This is because your memories were erased. You were all actually born on the same exact days in the same exact places you last remember waking up from on your 10th birthday.
“As your were born, you were each going to be put up for adoption. That is where the aliens from the galaxy Elementz stepped in. You were each teleported there and taught by different planets within the galaxy to use your special talents that had been infused in you. Though you were babies, you were extremely advanced in a secret martial arts solely based and created around your individual talents and learned more than most people do in their entire lives.
“You were sent back to the exact cities you had been born in, to help protect Earth, because another had come to control it. He and I had both been taken to the galaxy years before you all were even born. He represents Dark and his name is, oddly enough, Daemon. You were originally sent to help me stop him, but before I could meet up with each of you, he somehow managed to erase all knowledge of the galaxy, your training, and your mission. But somehow, all these years, you have been fighting him without even knowing it.”
The group sat there in silence as Hope paused for a moment,
“He and I have powers that negate each others effects. While he may be able to destroy things and cause bad luck to those around him at will, I can heal just about anything and give good luck. We both can both travel outside and through time. But he also has one other ability.
“He can split himself into up to 3 people. The clones are not as powerful as the original, and only the original can travel through time. He has placed himself in the past and future of earth. His original and most powerful self is in the present.
“I, on the other hand, have discovered my extra ability. I can take others through time with me. It also let’s me bring you all to this exact place at anytime I want. Although I can do this, it is extremely tiring, and I don’t think I can do it for a while after I send you to where I need to send you.”
“And where might that be?” asked Psy.
“To fight his weakest clone, in the past,” answered Hope, “Sadly, I must send you away without helping you learn to fight together. The most I can say is that Blaz is the only one who can lead you to victory against Daemon, so follow him well and you shall all prevail and be able to return to your own time.”
They all felt the familiar sense that they were disappearing and noticed each other fading out.
“Wait!” yelled Blaz, “Don’t I get a say in whether or not I want to lead?”
“Or better yet,” said Avalanche, “Don’t we?”
Hope smiled at them, it was the kind of smile that warmed your very soul and made you believe anything was possible and that everything in the world at that moment was right and perfect…
“No”
Suddenly, everything went from white, to black.
CHAPTER THREE
Aqua sat up and looked around. She was surrounded by trees and the sun was shining brightly around her. The people she had met earlier lay around her, apparently still unconscious. She decided to wait to let them wake up, but after awhile, it became apparent they weren’t waking up anytime soon.
Sighing, she walked to the nearest one, Psy, and formed a ball of water between her hands. She splashed some of the water on the purple haired girl, causing her to sit up suddenly, mumbling, “I’m awake, I’m awake…”
Aqua went to each one, splashing water on their faces to wake them. She found herself pausing at Blaz and admiring him. His face looked worn and tired, like he had been through a lot more than most kids his age should. She caught sight of Psy smirking at her, and she accidentally dumped the rest of the water over Blaz.
Blaz shot up, yelling, “Who’s there?”
The rest of them laughed at him, as he shook his head and realized what had happened.
“Oh shut up…” he muttered.
“Where are we?” asked Rocky, looking around.
“Hang on, why are we dressed like this?” inquired Sparx, looking down at his clothes.
The rest looked at themselves and noticed they were no longer in their normal clothes.
“Are these, medieval type clothes?” asked Breeze.
“I think so,” answered Rocky, “I’m guessing this is one of Hope’s powers; we’re in the past, so our clothes have to match.”
“Hey,” called Psy, pointing at something on the ground, “What’s this?”
The rest turned to see what she was pointing at. There was a small cube on the ground. There was one button on the top of the cube.
“Cool,” stated Sparx, “Wonder what it does though…”’
And before anyone could stop him, he ran forward and pushed the button.
“You idiot!” yelled Avalanche, “What if that’s a bomb?!”
The cube floated into the air and a light began to omit from the bottom. A figure appeared in the light.
“See,” snapped Sparx, “It’s not a bomb. No bomb does that, and I know a lot about technology…”
“Is that, Hope?” asked Breeze.
They looked at the figure, and sure enough, it was Hope.
“Hello kids,” spoke the image of Hope, “In case Avalanche wants to yell at me, don’t, this is only a hologram.”
Avalanche closed his open mouth as Sparx snickered.
“With that out of the way, this is a pre-recording I made to help you realize just how much power you have gained by going into the past.”
“As I know you all are aware, from as far back as you can remember, you’ve always had a sort of small crystal orb. You each carry them around sub-consciously. This is because during your time away from earth, you were trained that way. These crystals hold special powers that you need to unlock to defeat Daemon.”
Blaz raised a hand to the necklace around his neck and looked at the dull red orb on the end. He looked and saw some of the others reach for where ever they kept theirs. Rocky and Avalanche also wore necklaces. Aqua and Psy wore them as bracelets. Breeze had hers on a hair clip. Sparx reached into a pocket and pulled his out. It was the only one that had not been made into jewelry.
“I’d like those of you with their orbs placed in jewelry to take them off of it,” continued the hologram after a short pause, “You will be using them quite often and you’ll never be able to use them like they are now.”
After they had pulled them off, the hologram continued, as if it could see them, “Now hold them out, close your eyes, and direct a use of your power towards the orb.”
Avalanche, skeptical, looked to see if anyone else would do it first. He saw a flow of wind swirl around Breeze’s orb and noticed it glowing grey. Sparx had electricity all over his and it was glowing yellow. Even Blaz had fire flowing around his now bright red orb.
Avalanche sighed and closed his eyes. An icy mist floated around his orb, as it began to glow a silvery-blue.
“Awesome!” came Sparx’s voice suddenly.
Avalanche opened his eyes to see Sparx holding a long bow. It had electric yellow designs all over its dark brown wood, with a yellow orb right in the center of the wood. A quiver of arrows were on his back.
“How did that get there?” exclaimed Breeze.
“Probably the same way your whip got there,” replied Rocky, pointing to Breeze’s hand.
Sure enough, there was a long whip in her right hand and it had grey swirl designs on its hilt, along with a grey stone.
Each of them began to check out the weapons they now held.
Blaz held a huge sword in one arm. It had a silver blade that had a red line running up the middle, outlined in orange. The hilt was also red and orange and held his orb.
Rocky held a huge metal hammer in his hands. The shaft of the hammer was long and made of a sturdy looking wood. One side of the hammer was blunt and huge, the other pointed and sharp. His orb could be seen between these two parts.
Psy held a crossbow in her hand. Where it was made of wood, the wood seemed to have been dyed purple. Her orb was in the handle and she also had a pouch full of bolts for her crossbow.
Aqua held a long wooden staff in her hands. Though it was made of wood, it felt extremely durable, almost like it could be stronger than metal. A blue cloth was wrapped around the middle, and in between a section of the cloth, was embedded Aqua’s orb.
Avalanche held a flail in his hand. The strong, wooden handle was laced with light blue designs. His orb shone from its spot on the handle.
“This is nice,” breathed Avalanche, as he and the others looked at their weapons.
The hologram continued to talk after a few seconds,
“You can will these weapons to appear and disappear, making it almost impossible to separate you from your weapon, but you must be in reach of your gem.”
The kids looked at their weapons and tested out their ability to will them away. In bursts of water, electricity, and fire, Blaz, Sparx, and Aqua make their weapons vanish while the others watched, but kept a hold of theirs.
“You’ll need to master the powers your orbs give you and use them with your natural abilities to beat this version of Daemon,” continued, “To make sure he won’t call on his underlings, you’ll need to defeat them individually. There are 4 of them, and from where I positioned you…”
There was a far-away footfall sound coming from near-by and Sparx grabbed the cube, turning it off as he did.
“What was that for?” asked Breeze, “We may have needed to hear that!”
“Think about it, what if someone were to see this?” explained Sparx, “Imagine how much we’d screw up the timeline.”
“Come on,” whispered Blaz, who had been listening as the sound got closer, “We need to hide.”
With those words, the other 6 immediately leaped backwards, disappearing into the forest as Blaz leapt straight up into a tree above him. Where they’re footprints had been, moss, grass, roots, and even tree leaves fell into place, hiding them from view as Rocky used his powers to cover all traces of them.
A procession of knights on horses and soldiers on foot began to enter their view. There was a horse drawn carriage in the middle of the knights and soldiers. It was still pretty far away, but they could easily see it from their vantage point. Somehow, they had all ended up near where Blaz had landed on a thick branch. They each stood in a row, with him in the middle and Aqua and Avalanche somehow being on either side of him. The other two guys were beside Avalanche and the girls were beside Aqua. As Avalanche noticed this, he thought to himself, Great he really is the leader… even I just automatically jumped when he said to move and I even came to him.
Blaz spoke, breaking into Avalanche’s thoughts, “She said we need to defeat his 4 henchmen, right?”
“Yeah,” replied Avalanche, “But we couldn’t hear the rest, Sparkplug over there cut off the cube too early.”
“Hey!” protested Sparx.
“However he said it, he does have a point,” stated Aqua, “We don’t know if we’re near one of the henchmen. For all we know, we could be near someone Hope thinks can help us or give us information on what we’ll need to know.”
Blaz seemed to think for a few moments, then he said, “Avalanche, Aqua, you’re with me. I have an idea, but we need to be captured first.”
Avalanche looked at him out of the corner of his eye. His peripheral vision was extremely good and he could easily tell from the look on his face that Blaz wasn’t kidding.
“Oh no, you’re not really telling me to trust you enough to get myself captured in a time period where I could quite possibly meet my ancestors face-to-face and accidentally destroy my entire family?”
Blaz looked at him and blinked, “Yes I am, because we won’t be captives for long, no matter whether they’re helpful to us or not. My plan is for the others to follow us. They’ll watch over us, until we find out what we need, then they’ll come to us as we make our escape.”
“Give me one good reason why I should,” challenged Avalanche.
Blaz stared him in the eyes and whispered the one word that caused Avalanche to wince as he realized he’d been beaten.
“Home…”
Chapter Four
“I can’t believe you got me to do this…” muttered Avalanche, as he was roughly led amongst a group of knights and soldiers at spear point.
“Oh quit complaining,” said Aqua, “Maybe if you hadn’t put up that much of a fight, we wouldn’t have spears being shoved every which way.”
“He said to make it look convincing!” defended Avalanche.
“Yeah, but I didn’t say take out, like, 7 guys with swords, spears, and armor. And I definitely didn’t say do half of it with your bare hands once your flail was taken form you,” remarked Blaz.
“Okay, if it’ll make you two shut up, I’ll admit that I may have gone just a little bit overboard,” responded Avalanche, as he got poked with a spear for talking, “And you better watch it with that spear before I break off the point and shove it up your…”
“Quiet down before we have to fight again… you’re ruining everything…” interrupted Blaz, as he watched the soldier fall back from Avalanche with a fleeting look of fear on his face, “See, look at that, you’ve scared the poor boy…”
Avalanche noticed Blaz’s use of humor in this situation and tried to figure out how he was going to make this work. How he was planning to get answers while they were being incarcerated.
Soon the group came to a stop and began to set up camp for the night.
“You three!” barked one of the knights, as Blaz and the other two sat near a fire, “The commander would like a word with you!”
Blaz, Aqua, and Avalanche looked at each other and then stood up. As soldiers with spears began to point them towards the trio, Blaz spoke up,
“If you have someone back at home waiting for you, you’ll lower those spears. We don’t want to cause any more trouble, however, if you continue to poke at us, I’m sure my friend Mr. Avalanche would be more than willing to lower them for you. Forever.
As if on cue, Avalanche cracked his knuckles loudly and repeatedly, watching as the soldiers practically dropped their spears in fear.
However, the leader of this group wasn’t impressed in the least,
“You are prisoners and have no right to talk that way to me or my men!”
Blaz stared at him for a few moments, then, without ever looking from the man’s face, pointed at his feet and said,
“You’re standing too close to the fire…”
The soldier looked at his leg and saw the flames from the fire begin to creep towards his foot. Startled, he jumped backwards into his own men. With that, Blaz and the others walked towards the big horse drawn cart. The few soldiers that attempted to stop them backed down under the icy cold glare of Avalanche’s eyes.
Blaz pulled back the flap and stepped into the huge tent set up in front of the cart. Inside sat a man alone. He was a big looking guy, of at least 36. His long hair was grizzly and his beard looked like it was cut with a knife in a rushing stream. And considering where, or rather when, they were, that was likely.
“Well,” he spoke, “Seems Hope was right when she told me to take the forest on the way back home instead of the countryside route…”
“You know Hope?” blurted out Aqua, to which she got a sigh from Blaz and a shaking of the head from Avalanche.
“Great way to blow the cover Hothead over there was trying to keep…” muttered Avalanche.
Blushing with embarrassment, Aqua quietly said, “Oops?”
“Well,” spoke Blaz, “I’m gonna go ahead and give you the benefit of doubt and trust that you’re telling the truth…”
“What?” interrupted Avalanche, “Are you crazy?”
“Because,” continued Blaz, as if Avalanche had never spoken, “If you are lying, then so help me God, I will roast you alive and right before you die from 5th degree burns, I will light your insides on fire. Only then will I run you through with my sword.”
And as Avalanche, Aqua, and the man stared at Blaz with their jaws practically on the ground, Blaz’s sword appeared in his hands with a burst of flames.
After a few moments of watching Blaz’s burning blade, the man spoke,
“Well, that’s certainly one way to earn people’s trust… But at least this saves us time from gaining trust. My name is Hallor. I am a commander of one of the underlings of Daemon. He’s, by far, the weakest of the underlings and he’s called Namor. His soldiers are untrained momma’s boys while me and my handful of undercover rebels are the only good fighters he has and the only one’s with even a hint of a backbone. He’s so full of himself and his power to know that his continuing series of failures are because of us.”
“If your people are the only one’s with a backbone,” Blaz wondered aloud, “then that guy earlier that came for us…”
“Whose leg you set on fire, yes, he was one of mine,” replied Hallor, nodding.
“Oops…” said Blaz, in a voice that showed he wasn’t too concerned.
“Don’t worry about it…”
“I wasn’t.”
“Okay then, moving on,” continued Hallor, “However drunken off of his own power Namor may be, he has good reason. He has lightening fast reflexes and is extremely quick. However, if this gives you a chance to bring him down. He holds a tournament every now and then against the fastest within his land to see if anyone can even come close to him in certain areas. The only reason people compete is because of the prizes. He knows no one will ever win, so he goes all out and offers a lot of money and land to whoever can best him. As a matter of fact, we were returning to him with the rest of the prizes’ and the food for the feast afterwards for those who came closest to him. The feast gives the poor families a chance to send someone who can bring back food for the rest, because Namor gives them the leftovers.”
“Hmm…” murmured Blaz, “A tournament, eh? Anyone feeling up for some fun?”
“Are you ever serious?” asked Avalanche.
“I spent as much of my life as I can remember being serious, because people’s lives stood in the balance,” replied Blaz, “Trust me, if I begin to take things serious, it’s more than likely not a good thing because that means lives are in the balance. I feel like I deserve some time to play.”
“Well, I’m up for it,” said Aqua, “Sounds like it’d be fun!”
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” interrupted Hallor, “But aren’t there seven of you?”
“Yes, I guess they can come join us,” thought Blaz, “There’s no more need for them to stay hidden. When do we get to this tournament?”
The Elementz
Bestial Instincts
By: GhostWriter
CHAPTER ONE
A black teen of about 16 or 17 ran along the back alleyways in the rainy pitch-blackness of the night. He was tall and wore dark black shades over his eyes, regardless of how dark of a night it already was. He wore his hair in long braids that reached his shoulders and were whipping behind him as he ran. On his back was a bulging backpack.
A light shone behind him, as three cops chased after him, two with a flashlight.
"Crap," the boy muttered under his breath, "kept going straight for too long…"
He went into a series of sharp turns to try and lose the cops. One of the cops with a flashlight tired out and fell too far behind.
"One down," muttered the boy.
"How many alley’s are there in this city?" huffed the cop without a flashlight.
As they continued, that same cop got lost in the maze of alleyways.
After the boy realized he couldn’t shake this last cop, he purposely led himself into a dead end.
"Well now boy," laughed the cop, "I’ve got you cornered. Just give up what you stole and give up."
The cop pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slowly walked toward the boy. He knew he had to be cautious, because rumor had it, this kid had unreal fighting talent and was known to use it when desperate.
"You think I didn’t know this was a dead end, officer?" asked the boy, dropping his backpack, "Why don’t you save the both of us a lot of time and put those handcuff on your own hands instead, okay?"
"Aren’t you a little too sure of yourself, boy?" said the cop, stopping where he was.
"I never am," said the boy, and then he launched himself forward.
The cop jumped back just in time to miss a kick to the head that more than likely would have knocked him out cold. The boy, not in the least worried about missing the first blow, went into a low spinning kick that connected with the back of the cop’s knees.
"What the," said the cop, falling to his knees.
The boy kept the move going into a roll that brought him behind the cop and then turned around and leapt forward into a tackle the struck him in the back.
"Oomph," the cop grunted as he hit the ground.
The boy picked up the handcuff that the cop had dropped as when he had been kicked.
"I told you to make this easy on yourself," said the boy, without a hint of being tired.
Without warning, the boy snapped his head around in time to see the figure leap out of the shadows. He ducked as the cop, whom he thought had gotten lost, went flying towards him. Reaching up in time, he grabbed the cop and slammed him onto the first.
"I should’ve seen that coming," muttered the boy, as he dragged both cops over towards a drain on the wall and cuffed them both around it so they wouldn’t be able to follow him, "but, oh well, it all worked out."
Then the boy picked up his backpack and took off running again. After about 10 minutes of nonstop running, he reached another dead end. The boy stepped up to a wall and tapped three times on a brick and then pulled on what looked like a normal fire escape ladder.
A nearby dumpster slid to the side and behind it was a hole in the wall. The boy entered through this hole and the dumpster resumed it’s former position in front of the hole.
The hole led into a long hallway, which the boy ran along. As he reached the end, it opened up to big place full of people. All of them were homeless.
"Blaz!" called a voice, "Blaz, over here! Hurry!"
The boy, Blaz, headed towards the voice. A young boy, of about 8 or 9, stood waving his hands so that Blaz would see him. When Blaz reached him, they both ran down some more halls. They stopped outside of a door.
"She’s waiting in here," said the young boy.
Blaz said nothing, but walked right in. Inside a woman was lying asleep in a bed, while a man kneeled beside her. Another woman, about 21 years old, stood in a corner behind the man and looked up as Blaz entered the room.
"Do you have it?" she asked, as the man now looked up at Blaz too.
"Please tell me you have it," the man said, his voice barely a whisper, "please tell me you can save my wife…"
Blaz looked between the two of them and walked to the woman in the corner. Upon reaching her, he took off his backpack and shoved it into her hands.
"There’s food in here along with the medicine," he said, turning and walking out the door, "Thought she might need the extra vitamins and minerals in the food."
As he closed the door, the young boy from before stared at him.
"Your mother’s going to be fine," Blaz said, before turning to leave down the long hallway.
He walked until he came to a dead end with only a hole in the ceiling that would require a ladder. Blaz began to leap of the sides of the wall, working his way up to the hole. He jumped through and landed on his feet in the room. Beside the hole was a rolled up rope ladder. The inside of this room was fairly simple. It consisted of a bed, an adjoining bathroom, a chair, and a TV. The only other thing in the room was the one thing that probably wouldn’t count as "simple". In a corner, on a desk, stood a very high-tech computer. Currently on the screen, there seemed to be a radar type program running. There was a map of the city and small red dots moving on and off of the screen.
Blaz walked over to the bed and lay on his back. He lay there for a long time, eyes open, but staring at nothing.
After a while, a voice called from the hole, "Let me up, Blaz!"
He sat up quickly. Once again, he had fallen asleep with his eyes open.
Getting out of bed, he walked to the hole and stood looking down. The woman, to whom he had given the backpack, stood at the bottom looking up at him.
"What do you want?" He asked, "Do you need me to go get something for someone?"
"No," she answered, "For once, can’t you think about yourself instead of others?"
"Lily, what are you talking about?" he replied.
"You’re always so concerned with the well-being of others, you never stop to think about yourself and your needs!" she said, "I mean, you literally starve yourself every time we run short on food, just so others can eat. You’ve been protecting these homeless people and even stealing food and medicine from the doctors who won’t give them it. You single handedly keep the cops from getting too close to this place."
"Yeah," he said, "So?"
"But you never say what’s wrong with you," she continued, "I mean, you always look so, depressed, but you never allow anyone to get to know you. You’re quiet, some times it’s as if you’re a mute. Will you just tell me what troubles you so much?"
Blaz sighed, "If you really want to know, Lily, then fine. I’m quiet because I have a weird feeling, that tells me I’m destined for something so big, yet I’m troubled because I know that it will end up causing me a great deal of pain. That’s why. I also spend so much time trying to remember my past that…"
There was a sudden loud series of beeps. Blaz whipped his head around to his computer. All at once, several of the red dots had begun to move in toward the center.
"No…" he gasped, "This can’t be right… they couldn’t have… unless… oh no…"
"What is it, Blaz?" asked Lily.
Blaz jumped down through the hole, front flipping to land on his feet, then ran back down the hall.
"Blaz, what is it?" she asked again, running to keep up.
"The cops have tricked me," he explained, never breaking stride, "They know exactly where we are and they knew I had them on a radar. They pretended to not be doing anything, when the entire time, they were moving in, surrounding us. They just got too close. I need you to get everyone to safety. I’ll hold the cops off."
"But what if you can’t?" she inquired, stopping at a hallway.
Blaz kept running straight ahead, but yelled over his shoulder, "After all the things I’ve stolen, you really don’t want to or need to know. Just get them out and trust me to do my job."
After Blaz was sure he was alone in the hallway, he thought to himself, No one’s around and this is as good a time as any…
Ever since as far back as he could remember, Blaz had had weird and amazing powers no one else had. Along with his amazing agility, stamina, and knowledge of a fighting style unknown to anyone else on the planet, he had a few more powers. He could, at any point in time, suddenly run at unheard of speeds. He once tested it and found out he could easily outrun a jet. But his last ability was his most amazing; he could conjure up flames at will. And not those small matchstick fires, but he knew that of he wanted to, he could cause an entire forest to burn to the ground in a matter of seconds. He could even use this fire with his fighting style. In fact, his fighting style seemed to be centered around his fire, but it could still be used without the fire. To him, this last ability seemed to explain his name, which was pronounce the same way as ‘blaze’, but spelled without the ‘e’ on the end.
He used his speed and suddenly, he was standing in the main entry room. The room, which had been full of people, was now empty. He then began to run in circles, checking all of the many secret entryways that all led to this room. As he went pass each one, he realized, they weren’t coming in just one way; they were coming in using all of the entrances.
Blaz stopped in the center of the room and stood, head hung, eyes closed, and waited.
It wasn’t long before a voice yelled out, "Hey you! Do not move!"
Blaz raised his head slightly and saw that they had surrounded him from the second floor and all had guns trained onto him.
He stood up slowly, hands raised, "Alright, you got me, but let the others go or the only thing you’ll leave here with will be scars and maybe some burn marks."
A few of the cops laughed. One, obviously the one in charge, called out, "Yeah kid, sure. Alright, Brava Team head down the west corridor. Gamma, you guys take the north. Alpha to the east, and Beta to the south. The rest, stay with me and let’s take in our little friend here…"
The remaining cops looked to where Blaz had been. He was gone.
"Find him!" yelled the commander.
"No need," came a voice over his shoulder, "I’m not hiding."
Blaz kicked the commander in the back, causing him to fall over the edge to the floor below. The two closest cops both ran towards him. At the last possible second, Blaz jumped backwards and grabbed the two officer’s heads, smashing them together.
He heard someone yell, "Open fire!" and ducked into a vacant hallway in time to dodge the bullets.
"Okay," he yelled back to them, "you like to play with fire?"
Blaz jumped out just as the guns stopped shooting, and blew fire in every direction he could. He heard the cops gasp, and then scream as the fire raced towards them.
In the confusion, Blaz took off down a hallway to catch up with one of the groups.
As he neared them, he maintained his speed and took all of them out before they knew what had happened. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath.
"Wow," he said to himself, "this is more tiring than I thought it’d be."
He soon took off to catch with another group. He used long-range fire attacks to chase them the wrong way and into a dead end. When they were trapped, he blew apart the roof, causing them to be stuck in the corner until someone came to free them.
He had reached the center again and was about to take off after another hallway when a voice rang out,
"Stop right there."
Blaz looked up. All the remaining officers stood in a ring around him on the second floor. He looked towards the voice. It was a police who held Lily beside him. Blaz reacted immediately and moved from the spot their guns had been trained on, shooting fire at them from his hands.
"Make one more move," spoke the cop, "and this nice young lady won’t see the light of day ever again."
Blaz saw the gun trained on her, saw the determination in the cop’s eyes, and knew that if he disappeared from the cop’s view using his speed, his finger would pull the trigger.
Lily looked at him, with a terrified expression on her face.
"What are you?" she whispered.
"Y-you’re not human," stuttered Lily.
"No, Lily, please don’t be afraid of me…" Blaz began.
"What the hell are you?!"
As she screamed the last part, Blaz felt funny, and he looked down at his body. It was fading away and he could already see through his own hands.
"What the hell…" he said.
"Hey!" yelled the cop, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Blaz!" screamed Lily, seeming no longer concerned with his weird powers.
"Lily!" screamed Blaz, as they got one last look of his terrified face before he vanished from their view.
CHAPTER TWO
A boy in a light blue hoodie stood leaning against a wall, chewing gum, in a white room that had no door or window. He had spiky jet-black hair and his eyes were a piercing light blue.
Also in the room were 5 other youths.
One was a very muscular boy with wild brown hair. He wore a green shirt and some jeans that had been roughly cut at the knees to make shorts. His eyes were hazel.
A girl with long blond hair floated slightly off the floor. She wore a grey tank top and a long white skirt. Her hair fell across her face and covered one her blue eyes.
An Asian boy sat on the floor. His dyed yellow hair was in a crazy spiky style. He wore a yellow tee and blue jeans. His yellow eyes watched as a spark of electricity danced between his fingers.
A girl with shoulder-length purple hair and purple eyes floated cross-legged in the air, with her head leaning on her hand and held a sort of bored expression on her face. She wore a purple tee shirt and black jeans.
A girl with long blue hair and blue eyes lay stretched out across the floor. She wore a white shirt with a picture of a little water droplet in the center of her chest. She wore slightly faded blue jeans.
“Lily!”
The electricity stopped jumping between the Asian’s hands as he turned his head to the center of the room. The blue haired girl sat up and looked. The girl with the purple hair turned her body to face the sound. The brown haired muscular kid turned and looked. The hovering girl landed on the ground, startled by the voice. The last kid looked up from the ground lazily.
Blaz appeared in the middle of the room. For a second, he thought he had passed out and died. Then he realized the room was entirely white and nothing was wrong with his eyes. Then he noticed the six pairs of staring eyes on him.
And you would be…?” asked the purple haired girl, as if Blaz should have said his name upon appearing.
“Um…” he stammered, “I’m, uh, Blaz.”
“Oh,” she replied, “Well, I’m Psy.”
“I’m Sparx,” announced the yellow haired Asian, the spark of electricity jumping between his fingers again.
“I’m Breeze,” said the blond haired girl, “Nice to meet you.”
“They call me Rocky,” said the muscular kid.
“I’m Aqua,” said the blue haired girl, lying back down.
“The name’s Avalanche,” said the teen with his back to a wall, “and let me guess, you must represent fire?”
“Huh?” said Blaz.
“Your power,” sighed Avalanche, “Each person here has a power. Our names are based on those powers. So yours must be fire.”
“Uh, yeah, it is…” said Blaz slowly, “Wait, yall have powers to?”
“Yes,” said Avalanche, “I’ll leave it up to you to guess them.”
“If you say ‘yall’,” said Sparx, “Then you must be from southern USA, right?”
“Uh… yeah,” replied Blaz, “Um, what exactly are we doing here?”
“Nothing,” said Avalanche, “and all of this waiting is annoying as hell…”
“Your wait is over!” boomed a voice throughout the room.
“What the?!” said Sparx.
“Huh?” said Psy.
“Who said that?” spoke Rocky.
“I did,” called the voice again.
“And who exactly are you?” asked Blaz.
“Why, I’m the one who called you all here together, who else would I be?”
A bright ball of light appeared from the center of the ceiling and floated downward.
“Finally,” muttered Avalanche.
“Well aren’t you the impatient one,” said the voice again.
“Yes,” agreed Avalanche, “I am, so can you please hurry this up? I was doing something very important back in California…”
“I’m sorry, but no matter how fast I go, you will not go back to California just yet,” responded the voice.
“Say what?” shouted Avalanche.
“Hush and let me explain further…”
The light grew brighter until it became blinding. When they looked back, a tall, slender, young woman stood in its place. She had long white hair and wore a long white dress.
“I am called Hope,” she said, “And I had to call all of the good Elementz together to help me save the past, present, and future of this planet.”
“Huh?” said Aqua.
“Let me explain it better,” said Hope, “I know for a fact that none of you can remember anything from your past that is from age 10 and down. This is because your memories were erased. You were all actually born on the same exact days in the same exact places you last remember waking up from on your 10th birthday.
“As your were born, you were each going to be put up for adoption. That is where the aliens from the galaxy Elementz stepped in. You were each teleported there and taught by different planets within the galaxy to use your special talents that had been infused in you. Though you were babies, you were extremely advanced in a secret martial arts solely based and created around your individual talents and learned more than most people do in their entire lives.
“You were sent back to the exact cities you had been born in, to help protect Earth, because another had come to control it. He and I had both been taken to the galaxy years before you all were even born. He represents Dark and his name is, oddly enough, Daemon. You were originally sent to help me stop him, but before I could meet up with each of you, he somehow managed to erase all knowledge of the galaxy, your training, and your mission. But somehow, all these years, you have been fighting him without even knowing it.”
The group sat there in silence as Hope paused for a moment,
“He and I have powers that negate each others effects. While he may be able to destroy things and cause bad luck to those around him at will, I can heal just about anything and give good luck. We both can both travel outside and through time. But he also has one other ability.
“He can split himself into up to 3 people. The clones are not as powerful as the original, and only the original can travel through time. He has placed himself in the past and future of earth. His original and most powerful self is in the present.
“I, on the other hand, have discovered my extra ability. I can take others through time with me. It also let’s me bring you all to this exact place at anytime I want. Although I can do this, it is extremely tiring, and I don’t think I can do it for a while after I send you to where I need to send you.”
“And where might that be?” asked Psy.
“To fight his weakest clone, in the past,” answered Hope, “Sadly, I must send you away without helping you learn to fight together. The most I can say is that Blaz is the only one who can lead you to victory against Daemon, so follow him well and you shall all prevail and be able to return to your own time.”
They all felt the familiar sense that they were disappearing and noticed each other fading out.
“Wait!” yelled Blaz, “Don’t I get a say in whether or not I want to lead?”
“Or better yet,” said Avalanche, “Don’t we?”
Hope smiled at them, it was the kind of smile that warmed your very soul and made you believe anything was possible and that everything in the world at that moment was right and perfect…
“No”
Suddenly, everything went from white, to black.
CHAPTER THREE
Aqua sat up and looked around. She was surrounded by trees and the sun was shining brightly around her. The people she had met earlier lay around her, apparently still unconscious. She decided to wait to let them wake up, but after awhile, it became apparent they weren’t waking up anytime soon.
Sighing, she walked to the nearest one, Psy, and formed a ball of water between her hands. She splashed some of the water on the purple haired girl, causing her to sit up suddenly, mumbling, “I’m awake, I’m awake…”
Aqua went to each one, splashing water on their faces to wake them. She found herself pausing at Blaz and admiring him. His face looked worn and tired, like he had been through a lot more than most kids his age should. She caught sight of Psy smirking at her, and she accidentally dumped the rest of the water over Blaz.
Blaz shot up, yelling, “Who’s there?”
The rest of them laughed at him, as he shook his head and realized what had happened.
“Oh shut up…” he muttered.
“Where are we?” asked Rocky, looking around.
“Hang on, why are we dressed like this?” inquired Sparx, looking down at his clothes.
The rest looked at themselves and noticed they were no longer in their normal clothes.
“Are these, medieval type clothes?” asked Breeze.
“I think so,” answered Rocky, “I’m guessing this is one of Hope’s powers; we’re in the past, so our clothes have to match.”
“Hey,” called Psy, pointing at something on the ground, “What’s this?”
The rest turned to see what she was pointing at. There was a small cube on the ground. There was one button on the top of the cube.
“Cool,” stated Sparx, “Wonder what it does though…”’
And before anyone could stop him, he ran forward and pushed the button.
“You idiot!” yelled Avalanche, “What if that’s a bomb?!”
The cube floated into the air and a light began to omit from the bottom. A figure appeared in the light.
“See,” snapped Sparx, “It’s not a bomb. No bomb does that, and I know a lot about technology…”
“Is that, Hope?” asked Breeze.
They looked at the figure, and sure enough, it was Hope.
“Hello kids,” spoke the image of Hope, “In case Avalanche wants to yell at me, don’t, this is only a hologram.”
Avalanche closed his open mouth as Sparx snickered.
“With that out of the way, this is a pre-recording I made to help you realize just how much power you have gained by going into the past.”
“As I know you all are aware, from as far back as you can remember, you’ve always had a sort of small crystal orb. You each carry them around sub-consciously. This is because during your time away from earth, you were trained that way. These crystals hold special powers that you need to unlock to defeat Daemon.”
Blaz raised a hand to the necklace around his neck and looked at the dull red orb on the end. He looked and saw some of the others reach for where ever they kept theirs. Rocky and Avalanche also wore necklaces. Aqua and Psy wore them as bracelets. Breeze had hers on a hair clip. Sparx reached into a pocket and pulled his out. It was the only one that had not been made into jewelry.
“I’d like those of you with their orbs placed in jewelry to take them off of it,” continued the hologram after a short pause, “You will be using them quite often and you’ll never be able to use them like they are now.”
After they had pulled them off, the hologram continued, as if it could see them, “Now hold them out, close your eyes, and direct a use of your power towards the orb.”
Avalanche, skeptical, looked to see if anyone else would do it first. He saw a flow of wind swirl around Breeze’s orb and noticed it glowing grey. Sparx had electricity all over his and it was glowing yellow. Even Blaz had fire flowing around his now bright red orb.
Avalanche sighed and closed his eyes. An icy mist floated around his orb, as it began to glow a silvery-blue.
“Awesome!” came Sparx’s voice suddenly.
Avalanche opened his eyes to see Sparx holding a long bow. It had electric yellow designs all over its dark brown wood, with a yellow orb right in the center of the wood. A quiver of arrows were on his back.
“How did that get there?” exclaimed Breeze.
“Probably the same way your whip got there,” replied Rocky, pointing to Breeze’s hand.
Sure enough, there was a long whip in her right hand and it had grey swirl designs on its hilt, along with a grey stone.
Each of them began to check out the weapons they now held.
Blaz held a huge sword in one arm. It had a silver blade that had a red line running up the middle, outlined in orange. The hilt was also red and orange and held his orb.
Rocky held a huge metal hammer in his hands. The shaft of the hammer was long and made of a sturdy looking wood. One side of the hammer was blunt and huge, the other pointed and sharp. His orb could be seen between these two parts.
Psy held a crossbow in her hand. Where it was made of wood, the wood seemed to have been dyed purple. Her orb was in the handle and she also had a pouch full of bolts for her crossbow.
Aqua held a long wooden staff in her hands. Though it was made of wood, it felt extremely durable, almost like it could be stronger than metal. A blue cloth was wrapped around the middle, and in between a section of the cloth, was embedded Aqua’s orb.
Avalanche held a flail in his hand. The strong, wooden handle was laced with light blue designs. His orb shone from its spot on the handle.
“This is nice,” breathed Avalanche, as he and the others looked at their weapons.
The hologram continued to talk after a few seconds,
“You can will these weapons to appear and disappear, making it almost impossible to separate you from your weapon, but you must be in reach of your gem.”
The kids looked at their weapons and tested out their ability to will them away. In bursts of water, electricity, and fire, Blaz, Sparx, and Aqua make their weapons vanish while the others watched, but kept a hold of theirs.
“You’ll need to master the powers your orbs give you and use them with your natural abilities to beat this version of Daemon,” continued, “To make sure he won’t call on his underlings, you’ll need to defeat them individually. There are 4 of them, and from where I positioned you…”
There was a far-away footfall sound coming from near-by and Sparx grabbed the cube, turning it off as he did.
“What was that for?” asked Breeze, “We may have needed to hear that!”
“Think about it, what if someone were to see this?” explained Sparx, “Imagine how much we’d screw up the timeline.”
“Come on,” whispered Blaz, who had been listening as the sound got closer, “We need to hide.”
With those words, the other 6 immediately leaped backwards, disappearing into the forest as Blaz leapt straight up into a tree above him. Where they’re footprints had been, moss, grass, roots, and even tree leaves fell into place, hiding them from view as Rocky used his powers to cover all traces of them.
A procession of knights on horses and soldiers on foot began to enter their view. There was a horse drawn carriage in the middle of the knights and soldiers. It was still pretty far away, but they could easily see it from their vantage point. Somehow, they had all ended up near where Blaz had landed on a thick branch. They each stood in a row, with him in the middle and Aqua and Avalanche somehow being on either side of him. The other two guys were beside Avalanche and the girls were beside Aqua. As Avalanche noticed this, he thought to himself, Great he really is the leader… even I just automatically jumped when he said to move and I even came to him.
Blaz spoke, breaking into Avalanche’s thoughts, “She said we need to defeat his 4 henchmen, right?”
“Yeah,” replied Avalanche, “But we couldn’t hear the rest, Sparkplug over there cut off the cube too early.”
“Hey!” protested Sparx.
“However he said it, he does have a point,” stated Aqua, “We don’t know if we’re near one of the henchmen. For all we know, we could be near someone Hope thinks can help us or give us information on what we’ll need to know.”
Blaz seemed to think for a few moments, then he said, “Avalanche, Aqua, you’re with me. I have an idea, but we need to be captured first.”
Avalanche looked at him out of the corner of his eye. His peripheral vision was extremely good and he could easily tell from the look on his face that Blaz wasn’t kidding.
“Oh no, you’re not really telling me to trust you enough to get myself captured in a time period where I could quite possibly meet my ancestors face-to-face and accidentally destroy my entire family?”
Blaz looked at him and blinked, “Yes I am, because we won’t be captives for long, no matter whether they’re helpful to us or not. My plan is for the others to follow us. They’ll watch over us, until we find out what we need, then they’ll come to us as we make our escape.”
“Give me one good reason why I should,” challenged Avalanche.
Blaz stared him in the eyes and whispered the one word that caused Avalanche to wince as he realized he’d been beaten.
“Home…”
Chapter Four
“I can’t believe you got me to do this…” muttered Avalanche, as he was roughly led amongst a group of knights and soldiers at spear point.
“Oh quit complaining,” said Aqua, “Maybe if you hadn’t put up that much of a fight, we wouldn’t have spears being shoved every which way.”
“He said to make it look convincing!” defended Avalanche.
“Yeah, but I didn’t say take out, like, 7 guys with swords, spears, and armor. And I definitely didn’t say do half of it with your bare hands once your flail was taken form you,” remarked Blaz.
“Okay, if it’ll make you two shut up, I’ll admit that I may have gone just a little bit overboard,” responded Avalanche, as he got poked with a spear for talking, “And you better watch it with that spear before I break off the point and shove it up your…”
“Quiet down before we have to fight again… you’re ruining everything…” interrupted Blaz, as he watched the soldier fall back from Avalanche with a fleeting look of fear on his face, “See, look at that, you’ve scared the poor boy…”
Avalanche noticed Blaz’s use of humor in this situation and tried to figure out how he was going to make this work. How he was planning to get answers while they were being incarcerated.
Soon the group came to a stop and began to set up camp for the night.
“You three!” barked one of the knights, as Blaz and the other two sat near a fire, “The commander would like a word with you!”
Blaz, Aqua, and Avalanche looked at each other and then stood up. As soldiers with spears began to point them towards the trio, Blaz spoke up,
“If you have someone back at home waiting for you, you’ll lower those spears. We don’t want to cause any more trouble, however, if you continue to poke at us, I’m sure my friend Mr. Avalanche would be more than willing to lower them for you. Forever.
As if on cue, Avalanche cracked his knuckles loudly and repeatedly, watching as the soldiers practically dropped their spears in fear.
However, the leader of this group wasn’t impressed in the least,
“You are prisoners and have no right to talk that way to me or my men!”
Blaz stared at him for a few moments, then, without ever looking from the man’s face, pointed at his feet and said,
“You’re standing too close to the fire…”
The soldier looked at his leg and saw the flames from the fire begin to creep towards his foot. Startled, he jumped backwards into his own men. With that, Blaz and the others walked towards the big horse drawn cart. The few soldiers that attempted to stop them backed down under the icy cold glare of Avalanche’s eyes.
Blaz pulled back the flap and stepped into the huge tent set up in front of the cart. Inside sat a man alone. He was a big looking guy, of at least 36. His long hair was grizzly and his beard looked like it was cut with a knife in a rushing stream. And considering where, or rather when, they were, that was likely.
“Well,” he spoke, “Seems Hope was right when she told me to take the forest on the way back home instead of the countryside route…”
“You know Hope?” blurted out Aqua, to which she got a sigh from Blaz and a shaking of the head from Avalanche.
“Great way to blow the cover Hothead over there was trying to keep…” muttered Avalanche.
Blushing with embarrassment, Aqua quietly said, “Oops?”
“Well,” spoke Blaz, “I’m gonna go ahead and give you the benefit of doubt and trust that you’re telling the truth…”
“What?” interrupted Avalanche, “Are you crazy?”
“Because,” continued Blaz, as if Avalanche had never spoken, “If you are lying, then so help me God, I will roast you alive and right before you die from 5th degree burns, I will light your insides on fire. Only then will I run you through with my sword.”
And as Avalanche, Aqua, and the man stared at Blaz with their jaws practically on the ground, Blaz’s sword appeared in his hands with a burst of flames.
After a few moments of watching Blaz’s burning blade, the man spoke,
“Well, that’s certainly one way to earn people’s trust… But at least this saves us time from gaining trust. My name is Hallor. I am a commander of one of the underlings of Daemon. He’s, by far, the weakest of the underlings and he’s called Namor. His soldiers are untrained momma’s boys while me and my handful of undercover rebels are the only good fighters he has and the only one’s with even a hint of a backbone. He’s so full of himself and his power to know that his continuing series of failures are because of us.”
“If your people are the only one’s with a backbone,” Blaz wondered aloud, “then that guy earlier that came for us…”
“Whose leg you set on fire, yes, he was one of mine,” replied Hallor, nodding.
“Oops…” said Blaz, in a voice that showed he wasn’t too concerned.
“Don’t worry about it…”
“I wasn’t.”
“Okay then, moving on,” continued Hallor, “However drunken off of his own power Namor may be, he has good reason. He has lightening fast reflexes and is extremely quick. However, if this gives you a chance to bring him down. He holds a tournament every now and then against the fastest within his land to see if anyone can even come close to him in certain areas. The only reason people compete is because of the prizes. He knows no one will ever win, so he goes all out and offers a lot of money and land to whoever can best him. As a matter of fact, we were returning to him with the rest of the prizes’ and the food for the feast afterwards for those who came closest to him. The feast gives the poor families a chance to send someone who can bring back food for the rest, because Namor gives them the leftovers.”
“Hmm…” murmured Blaz, “A tournament, eh? Anyone feeling up for some fun?”
“Are you ever serious?” asked Avalanche.
“I spent as much of my life as I can remember being serious, because people’s lives stood in the balance,” replied Blaz, “Trust me, if I begin to take things serious, it’s more than likely not a good thing because that means lives are in the balance. I feel like I deserve some time to play.”
“Well, I’m up for it,” said Aqua, “Sounds like it’d be fun!”
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” interrupted Hallor, “But aren’t there seven of you?”
“Yes, I guess they can come join us,” thought Blaz, “There’s no more need for them to stay hidden. When do we get to this tournament?”
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