1313 Cemetery Way 13 John's Inner World
1313 Cemetery Way 13
John’s inner world
All I
remember is Gustav hitting me, the wall and blood. But now I am not sure if any of it was
real. Claire and a team of our new
friends had gone to Victorian London to take on Jack the Ripper. However this version of him is more dangerous
than the one I am familiar with. I was
left with Gustav whose purpose was to teach me how to fight. They have been gone for about five days our
time. I am not sure how much time has
passed in their time. But none of that
matters right now. Right now I am in a lot
of trouble. These wraith like things are
everywhere and there are more coming.
Why would Margo dump me into a place like this? It is dark dismal and full of a dreaded
darkness only broken by the occasional flash of lightning or the swinging of a scythe. Claire got one thing right time is relative
in fact I am beginning to believe it does not really exist, it is no more than
an idea invented by mankind. Just a
meaningless though form when you look at the grand scheme of things. All of these thoughts swirled through John’s
mind as he held back the first attack from one of the wraiths looming over him.
Several Hours
Earlier:
“That’s good John you are
picking this up fast.” John had caught
both of Gustav’s fists and was about to try and throw him. But Gustav threw in a little surprise “You
must be able to defend against rites as well John!”
“Gustav no
I am not rea’…” It was too late He had
already begun the rite. “Dragon of the
depths.” John had to think fast, what had Gustav told him about a caster’s
greatest weakness. “One who dwells in
flames.” In the stress of the moment
John could not think. He knew and
dreaded the attack that was coming fear had quickly begun to overtake him. The rite was almost finished “let the beating
of your tail become the hammering of my fists.”
John was desperate so he let go of one of Gustav’s fists as he drew back
to throw one last desperate attack but it was far too late. “Rising dragon nightmare!” A terrible wind engulfed them both as Gustav
made eye contact with John, Gustav’s form faded away leaving the visage of a
mighty dragon beating his tail. The tail
which was really Gustav’s shoulder hit John who was frozen by fear. Too Gustav’s horror John flew across the room
bouncing off the wall. To his amazement
John had crossed his arms in the shape of an x at the last second taking the
brunt of the impact. But the wall was
very dense and John had hit it hard enough to dent it. Joh was bleeding badly from a cut on his head
and was coughing up blood. Gustav
quickly scooped him up and got him to a bed.
Several minutes and a
healing Rite later:
In a very
nondescript room a man stands next to the bedside of a heavily bandaged
man. “Crap… Crap … Crap… I hit him too hard. Claire will kill me if he dies.” Gustav stood over a badly injured John
Ravenwood. They had been training nonstop
for several days and Gustav had even become acquainted with John’s parents in
this world. Explaining to them that
Claire was keeping him extremely busy and he would stop by to see them
soon. As of the moment john and him were
house sitting for her while she was on a business trip.
“You have to pull through this kid
and you have to go see your parents in this world. Your soul may have endlessly incarnated over
and over again but you still share blood ties to them.”
“Merlin
says hello Gustav.” A feminine raspy
voice burst from behind him as the room went ice cold. It sounded like a blender with rocks in it. As he went stiff as a board falling to the
ground the voice boomed again. “Don’t
worry he is merely on the brink he will not die this time he’s gone
visiting.” Gustav knew all too well who
was behind him and he was terrified beyond all belief. In a single meow and flicker of a small black
cat’s tail the cold presence was gone.
as he stood thinking that could not have been Jack’s cat the tail was
too long that must have been….? He’s
gone visiting what was she talking about?
John awoke in
darkness:
As john was
assessing his current situation he noticed a path leading through the trees
ahead of him. This place was dark and
foreboding but relaxing at the same time.
The place he had been living in had rubbed off on him. To a normal person this place would have been
terrifying. “Where am I” he muttered “I
remember Gustav hitting me my head bounced off the wall as I slid to the floor
bleeding… And” “Hello John!”
The voice was sweet and familiar as the memory surfaced as to whom it
belonged to the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. As the electrical charge chilled his spine he
found his voice “Margo? It can’t be…
you’re…” “Dead John! Yes I am, we’ve been through this
already. Right now we are Hansel and
Gretel the path awaits us my brother come let us go.” Marge whimsically took his hand and ran
toward the forest. “Margo… There is not an evil witch waiting for us is
there?” “You are already dating one my
brother but Claire is not really evil.
Yes I know who she is because before this life me and you were one
being, doomed to reincarnate into the different ages so she would never be
alone. Most of the memories are sealed
away John until we are one again even I don’t have all the answers.”
“I am sure
you have realized it but neither of us can use ritual magic in the state we are
in but you can use tools and weapons.
However, before you can we must find your fighting spirit; you will need
to be much tougher and stronger to survive this. I know it has reawakened but… But to the point I am here to guide you on
your way to helping Claire the woman you love, the one you have loved from the beginning
of your eternity. I am just a flicker of
your soul. What I can tell you, the one
who killed me is one of your dark souls.
In fact it is far worse than you think; he is the same as us. You might even say he is us. John everyone has a dark side except you
there is not even a trace of darkness in your heart nor was there in mine, for
the short time it was mine. John the man
who raped and killed me is our darkness.
As one we have endlessly reincarnated and regained our memory of past
lives over and over again. John the mind
and spirit are one and they can go insane.
The weight of all those memories, all those deaths, what would that do
to a mind over an eternity?”
Her voice
grew louder “John what does the mind do to protect itself? As you begin to suffer a nervous breakdown what
happens? John it fragments, that’s why
we were born as twins. There is a relic
called the Elven Light at one point it was ours but at the point of our
original death we used it to make a wish so Claire would never be alone. Since then we have existed outside the bounds
of death. Well my point is it has
returned to the world but it has been fragmented it split between two of our
Elven family members I suspect this may have also triggered our being born as
twins or it could be the other way around.
But our mind being split aloud the darkness within us to take on a life
of its own. He still wants to help
Claire but will stop at nothing to do so.
He sought me out and He will eventually come for you. The second he penetrated me and began his assault
I knew everything our full memories lie in his psyche. I am not mad at him because he is me and you
but I do feel sorry for him he is the very worst of all of our past lives. Everything we have suffered he has taken on
alone. He told me to help you when you
find yourself at the crossroad of life and death. Violent ends leave scars and our soul has so
many it is more scar than soul. John he
can use ritual magic he is the real reason we can’t. You will need a power beyond the ritual to
face him. Come with me!”
Taking his hand again she led him deeper into
the forest. “I told you we are Hansel
and Gretel. The power is yours to take
if you can beat the witch. Down there
you will face three horrors these demons exist between the worlds of dreams, the
living and the dead. The power they guard
is called lineage, if you succeed you will be one of four wielders. The power is all powerful but it is
limited. ahead of you are three choices
you can give up denounce it as a dream and wake up with no memory of it, you
can lay down and die or you can overcome and the means you use too becomes your
power.” John was highly confused what
was she talking about; the entire conversation was a huge information
dump. It was all almost too much to
handle.
They had
stopped at a sheer cliff with a good fifteen foot drop, below John could see
several large hulking monsters as he turned to Margo to ask what they were she
mouthed “I’m sorry John” as she pushed him off the cliff. As he fell he managed to spin around and dive
into a roll out just like Gustavo had taught him. The cliff he had stood on with Margo was
gone. “Just where the hell am I?” As he stared upwards he had failed to notice one
of the hulking monsters had crept up on him and was poised to strike. The thing looked like a wraith carrying a
large scythe in fact it looked like the common depiction of death. As it bought the scythe down John ran forward
and stopped the scythe’s motion by blocking the arms of the beast. The time for wondering was over it was time to
fight…
Atop the missing
cliff:
A lone
woman stood staring at empty space “What will you do John? My brother!”
Victorian London:
“Claire
this man is dangerous we have to take him down.” Jack looked up at her from a crouched
position his skin still steaming from Jack the Ripper’s attack. None of them had a clue how much peril John
was facing. Even Gustav had no idea what
kind of trouble he was in, the only ones who had any clue were Assedo, Jeremy
Torchwood and Raven Magumi the other three wielders of lineage. Claire and the others had their own life and
death battle to face the Alchemist Jack the Ripper awaited them. Along with an uninvited guest who had been
watching them since they arrived.
A world away:
“Wendy what
is happening? The voice came from a
young woman with slightly pointed ears as the wind whipped its way around all
three of them. “I am not sure Aura?” The man standing with them just watched the
darkened skies as they raged his voice cut like thunder “One thing is for sure
you two things are changing out there.”
Forces from all of existence were on the move. Time is relative and may not even exist?!
To Be Continued...
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To Be Continued...
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