1313 Cemetery Way 16 The Triangle and the Ripper's End?!
1313 Cemetery Way 16
The Triangle and the
Ripper’s End?!
“Who is coming Margo?” “Claire john is coming… both versions. Beware Claire beware!” As she opened her eyes Margo was gone but
where was she. The place was dank and
cold with the distinct sound of flowing and dripping water. Dimly lit too… as her eyes focused a
horrifying scene took shape. Glass
containers with alien looking fetuses floating in them and a naked woman
strapped to large pulsating machines.
Her mouth had been sewn shut and her face horribly disfigured. Is that the flower of life on her face? Claire wondered. One of her breasts had been surgically
removed leaving a gaping hole. The
machines seemed to keep the poor woman alive but just barely. Claire had seen all this before but she could
not place it. Something from her
forgotten past maybe? Scanning the room
ever further she saw the remains of a man chained to the wall. His spinal column had been forcibly torn from
his body. Mumbling to herself “this
lunatic is trying to create life, but all he can do is twist it.” She heard a blood chilling voice echo. First it was far away but it was coming
closer. She could not understand it
until...
“Smile at babies! I see you are awake my dear. Where are you from? I know it is not this world!” Claire looked upon him. He stood roughly six feet tall had a strong
build and wore a blood stained brown overcoat.
Then she noticed his knife. She
knew it immediately but it just could not be.
Excalibur had been lost forever when Merlin’s ideals of Camelot had
fallen. Arthur was the greatest of men
but even he was not perfect and it cost him his kingdom of Camelot and the
world the powers of Excalibur. How did
this monster get a piece of it? “I see
you know my blade. I have several pieces
of it the mighty Excalibur. I want its
brother Dark Thunder and I think you know where it is witch. Yes Claire I know you of you at least, Claire
the immortal pillar of the worlds. I
want the incarnater John Ravenwood and his sword Dark Thunder.”
Claire was speechless, the monster
knew all about her and John. Just what
the hell is he? Then the answer to a
question that had run through her mind earlier hit her. He is recreating the Sons of Man. This fool might spawn another monster like
Arcane or his brother Daykin. As her
eyes looked to the ceiling she caught a glimmer coming from her left side. There was a large glass tank holding a
creature that looked to be made of water.
The fool had succeeded a new Son of Man had been born. “You like her… My baby was born from combining the inner
fluids of several whores with a still beating human heart plus a water
sprite. Then you use Excalibur as a
power source and here she is…” He hugged
the tank like it was his little girl.
“Just think what I could make from your innards my dear.” Though she could not die his words made her
shudder, it had been ages since she felt fear.
In the streets of London a chase
was on, Jack, John, Gustav and Raven were desperately trying to catch up to her
sister Calyst. Jack had, had a run in
with what Margo had warned John about.
The man who killed her was here.
John still had Death’s words echoing.
“Go forth not as John Ravenwood but as the Lord of Nightmares and bring
him to the dream!” What had he meant? What John did know was his sword the Scythe
and the dreamcatcher were all useless in their current forms; He needed to do
something about that but for the moment hadn’t a clue as to what.
Too their combined relief they
found Calyst unharmed outside of a tunnel leading deep underground. She had not heard any of Jack’s fight and seemed
horrified that they had been that close and she did not even know it. “What do you mean there are two of you
John?” “I’ll explain later for now we
need to get to Claire before he does I don’t think he will try to hurt her
but…” Before he could finish there was a
huge explosion and smoke billowing up from far below. They could hear a man crying “My babies no my
babies are burning what have you done you horrid witch.”
Claire had broken free with a
titanic attack. The lab had been
destroyed all that remained was broken glass and molten metal. But it had survived the being of water was
loose now and it was mad. The ripper was
busily gathering several metal fragments.
“Just how many pieces of the sword do you have my deranged friend.” Claire was moving toward him and he was
clearly afraid “what are you?” “You
already know what I am as for who I am I’m not really sure of that myself. But I have existed for several thousand years
I even knew the maker and the owner of that broken sword.” With one loud cry he charged her with his
knife made from Excalibur’s remains Claire flinched she knew it could do more
damage to her than a normal blade but before she could defend John stepped in
front of her. Her heart sank as the
blade stabbed him or so she had thought.
But as she looked into the ripper’s eyes she noted a return of fear it
was as if he was experiencing his darkest nightmare. As she stepped around John she noticed the
blade had been stopped he had caught him at the wrist and halted the
blade. Gustav had apparently trained him
well.
A familiar voice boomed out from
the shadows “Hello my Love… and Good Bye John.”
A sword rammed through the Ripper’s body and shatters as it hit john’s
new power as he looked at the man behind Jack the Ripper. “Hello my other self I always wondered how I
would react if I ever met my sister’s killer.”
“How did you…?” “Survive! After all you left me powerless nothing but
potential. You can thank Margo she back
doored me a way to gain a great power known as Lineage and my version of it is
the ultimate defense.” He was now
holding the knife born of Excalibur “shall we dance you son of a bitch?” John charged his darker self, slashing him
with the knife. “I’ll keep him busy the
rest of you get the ripper’s fragment before he cashes out.” A gurgling angry voice loomed around all of
them “Daddy don’t leave me?” Both John’s
stopped and simultaneously asked “What the hell was that?” Claire had finished making the fragment as
she gazed upon the two of them. Why and
how had John been divided into three souls.
“I know your question Claire it was the Elven Light that did this. Apparently it is sick of our struggles as
well.” The dark John looked at all of
them “it is clear I am at a disadvantage here, well done my other self I will
leave you a parting gift. Prove to me
you are the Real John Ravenwood.”
A dark light surrounded all of them
and as suddenly as it had it was gone so was the lab, the water monster and the
other John. Where were they? Raven was the first to speak “Those lawn
gnomes are creepy, evil European yard clowns bur.” She wrapped her arms around herself as the
chill engulfed her. Jack hugged her to
him as all of them looked up at an oversized mansion. “Welcome to the Doll house” a voice boomed!
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