Ancient tomes of darkness.((Invite only,PM if interested.))

On a highly peeked building stood a single girl, orange red hair blowing in the New York night breeze. Eyes like a polished emerald looked down upon the concrete jungle. As she smirked lightly, the target in sight. Moonlight played off her milk white skin, as if it were a gossamer silk. Black painted lips stretched into a pleased smile, as the small white rabbit like purse at her side moved ever so lightly. Button eyes blinking to life, as they looked up at the young girl, who was only in appearence of the age 16."I've waited for this oppurtunity, and now the time has come." She spoke like a prayer almost, hushed to the point of reverence.

"What're you planning?" The small bag asked, the strap that acted as handle forming back into his body. As it turned its rabbit like ears into dragonfly wings. Buzzing around her head, as she simply ignored it. Though her body did flinch as it spoke. Her legs were for the most part chilled, considering the only thing that covered them were fishnet stockings, and a frayed short skirt. Though Elena found it fashionable, and that was all that mattered.

"I plan to take back what was mine, and to take down a few enemies." She stated simply, as she gave a look to the creature. With a sigh, it turned into fairy like wings, as it attached itself to her back. Lifitng her from the rooftop with an insane ease, as it hovered forward. Before slowly lowering her down, into an allway bathed in darkness below. A humm going into her ears, in a melidous way that soothed the soul. Light music began to fill the pumpkin headphones on her head, a transmission from a local music station. Elena enjoyed modern music, especially rock. It had a sort of magic sense to it, and that went with her .Considering she was of magic origins, and the such.

The tied orange boots made contact with concrete, as she touched down, familar turning into a backpack. As she walked out of an allway,into the territory of the clan of witches known as The Thiels. Though she had no relation, they considered her a traitor of the ways. A scum that deserved nothing less than the flames, as if they could. No, she was too strong for that. Still, she had to give them credit for holding a person in thrall enough to convince him to kill her. Then he actually succeded in doing so against someone like her, which was a pleasent suprise. Still, that never kept her down, as long as men were stupid, and people made mistakes. The witches of the world would come to regret having triying to kill her, with a debt of their lives.

People payed her little mind, and that was good, considering she wanted to avoid attention, especially in her covens domain. They had trackers who could track her magic essence, and that mant they would be here soon. A few redheaded indivuduals were already upon her,and that was not good. Sighing, Elena stepped of into an allway, followed by the people. She would quietly take care of them, and be back on the hunt for her book.

"What do you want young ones?" She asked in the sprite like voice

"We want your blood, kin betrayer." The youngest looking one with zeal said.

Elena tutted, as she turned to them. Face belying the danger that was within."My kinsmen are dead." She stated simply, as the witches prepared to cast the spells. Fire that would devour her flesh whole, with a roar of red.

Sachin sat in Central Park. The young artist sketched casually in his book, and occasionally would write something in the margin. The young man, the comic book writer, was about to have an advantage of his short life. On this day, he wore a black shirt showing a flatline, with the caption "Sorry, but you bored me to death." and blue jeans. His hair was messy, as though he rolled out of bed without bothering to comb it, which was what had happened, incidentally. His dark brown eyes looked up from his notebook, and saw an attractive sixteen year old girl walking along.

A sudden discussion on the ethics of statutory rape went through his head for a few seconds, then politely interrupted by that annoying voice of logic, which pointed out he had no real chance. He was turning his attention back to his notebook...

When her rabbit purse started flying around her ears.

Sachin logically concluded he had somehow managed to get high, which angered him since he didn't take drugs, and angered him even more because he did not remember getting high and he expected it would be better. The other voices in his head then told logic to shut up, since this was not a logical situation.

OK, magic. He could deal with that. As a comic book writer and gaming nerd, he could stretch his imagination to believe in magic. Or perhaps just very high tech technology. After all, he was the guy who could heal himself from most wounds, which seemed to be a kind of magic in itself, though he classified it as 'useless useful super skill'.

He decided to take a risk, and stood up to follow her and ask some questions, potentially.

He slowly followed her, and as he was moving, he saw her walk into an alley, followed by some redheaded women. Sachin blinked. He had missed them, having been so focused on the girl.

Young ones. The girl had said 'young ones', though she didn't seem a day over sixteen. This was certainly interesting.

The next words chilled his blood. He unwisely followed into the alleyway, and saw some fire blazing. He replied with instinct.

"HOLY SHIT!" he shouted loudly, revealing his position.

Then the people there started to float in the air, and fire at him.

The sixteen year old girl who Sachin very much began to doubt was actually a sixteen year old girl, managed to knock out the superhumans, witches, sorcerers, aliens, demons, angels or whatever the fuck they were. The point is that she knocked out the three of the females trying to kill Sachin.

The flame torrent was flying straight at him. Sachin immediately jumped out of the way, and yelled out in panic. "Damn!" Sachin slowly started getting back off the ground, as he had jumped to the side and on the floor after the blast went over his head.

This would make for a fascinating comic book, but the thing with books is that the writers never expect to be the characters. So while Sachin could appreciate a normal boy being pulled into a supernatural occurrence and meeting an attractive female supernatural being, he could appreciate it in theory. In practice, it tended to be an excellent way to get you killed. Real life, in his experience, did not work like an anime. No, it worked like real life, and you could expect a lot of reality to ensue.

Yes, you can expect reality ensuing in real life. How amazing.

Sachin looked up, and saw the girl pickpocketing the other witches. So a kleptomaniac teenage witch girl with a transforming purse. Sachin wished he had watched more anime.

He thanked his parents for forcing him into some of the school plays, and used some of his limited acting experience to not piss his pants and not scream in fear and run off saying "MOMMY!" That is very much not to say he did not have that feeling.

Instead, he kept a calm appearance, and walked over to her. "What the hell was that?" he asked.

Brain pointed out the fact that whatever this young witch wanted to do, it would be extremely dangerous, and chances of dying were extremely likely. Brain further supported it's case by noting the fact he had no case to actually support her, and she could be lying. Hormones furiously responded, by saying that they need to help this Sophia girl, that she was hot, that she obviously seemed to be telling the truth, that she was hot, that they should work with her and see how this ended up, and they could make a decision afterward.

Did we mention Hormones thought she was hot?

In any case, Hormones was given a standing ovation, and something did stand to attention. Sachin nodded at her, smiling. "I'd be glad to help." he said politely. Brain sighed, saying You will regret this decision, just you wait.

Lol noob, u should be quiet. Bsides, DAT ASS. Hormones replied.

Sometimes I wonder how we share the same body. Then I remember we are artificial representations of the abstract concepts of thought and lust, respectively. Brain replied.

Lol noob.

Sachin was oblivious to this mental conflict in his head, and looked at her. He looked at specific parts of her, but that was just what most did. "So how can I help you?" he asked, still polite and not showing any traits of pervertedness. Unless she looked at his crotch, but he would just hope she did not.

Sachin nodded, following her. "Exactly how do you need my help?" he asked, keeping up. He felt he'd be a drag, though his healing ability could help him. He felt it best to mention this. "I can heal people, and I'm pretty good at it- I can even regenerate limbs." he told her. His attitude was like that of the Trix Rabbit finally seeing the yogurt in his sight, or a male who had heard of the species 'female' but never expected one to possibly take an interest in him.

He glanced backwards at the unconscious witches, and then went back to keeping up pace with Elena. He felt themselves going into a deeper part of New York, an older part, the part that the tour guides did not like showing the general public. "You, err, sure this is the right place?" he asked, not wanting to show fear but some slipping out anyway. The Trix Rabbit had suddenly seen explosives all around the yogurt.

But, like the Trix Rabbit, Sachin would continue till he finally got the damn yogurt.

Or till he got scared and ran off.

Or till he died. But Sachin had no wish to go to his next life just yet. The more spiritual reason was that he wished to help people as much as possible in his current life, and dying was not the proper way for that.

The other reason was that death scared him and made him want to piss his pants.

The final reason was all the bad karma he had. He'd probably reincarnate as a castrated chimpanzee.

In Sachin's head, a sudden pop song showdown commenced in "How Could This Happen to Me" by Simple Plan, "If I Die Young" by the Band Perry and for some bizarre reason, "I Am the Walrus" by the Beatles.

The general gist was that he saw a chance of dying. The metaphorical Trix Rabbit now also saw snarling bears in the gaps between the explosives leading to the yogurt.

He also heard "Most of them get driven mad." Most healers were driven mad. How? Why? Now he was a rare artifact for these witches? Oh good God.

Brain: I told you this was a bad idea.

Hormones composed an amazing reply, and overruled Brain's concerns. DAT ASS.

In other words, Sachin hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. "Of course." he said, following after her. "We need to recover the book for you. What does it do, anyway?" he asked, curiosity in his voice, though he had heard the statement "Curiosity killed the cat" before. In this case, Sachin was the cat. Which was a pity, since he rather liked cats better than dogs. He was hoping his nine lives would help him out on this one.

"The book is a repository of all the knowledge i've collected since I was ten. That is years of information that I do not want to be lost, or used against me." She explained, as her feet crunched the crisp grass. balls of fire should've burnt them, and needles peirced them. Though she had taken care of that, and made everything much easier. Hips swaying with each step in a calm fashion, as she walked onward. Knowing the boy, controlled by his body as he was, would follow. The front door was a large structure of rowan wood, to ward away evil. Though she was not evil, and thus would be unaffected by it. Long sharp nail dragging down the wood, as she moved to open the door.

Leading to a large hallway, with a large staircase that would open up to the second floor. Halls branching out to the enormous structure. Candled chandalliers hung from the ceiling, giving an ominous feeling aboutt he house, and she didn't like it one bit. It had been yearss ince she was last here, till she stole the knoledge of binding. As well as their madness magic that was so guarded, yet Elena got to it easy. By using an impressionable young man who wanted her. Though the Hales were always her favorite,a nd their heir went well with her son. Elena sighed content at the old memory which was like a plesent breeze through her mind. Maybe she would visit them someday, proclaim her return, which would be followed with spiced ciders, and the such."Follow me." She motioned, as the sound of footsteps could be here. It had an odd familarity about them.

Around the corner came a man in billowing black robes. His hair, silver, was tied into a ponytail."Ah, the Thiels girl. Its been years since we last met, and you have changed alot. I am afraid you are intruding on my property." He tutted, shaking his head."I cannot allow that, so unfortunatly, I have to deal with you. What a shame really, but thats the world." With a wave of his hand, skeletons appeared in the air .They clamered towards the two. Limb rattling as they carried rusty axes, Elena cursed. With a quick motion,s he grabbed for Sachins wrist. Urging him to follow her down a long corridor, as the enemies came closer.


Necromancer/covenmaster

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Sachin followed, and pulled out his gun. He had poor aim, but fired three shots at the man before running after Sophia. He also was seeing the skeletons, and was terrified. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." he said softly under his breath, not putting on a brave face anymore. Instead, he had swapped to "Oh shit, why did I come here?" which was considerably more accurate as to his feelings. Brain was laughing hysterically.

The skeletons came closer, and Sachin fired another shot back at them. When he sat down, he'd freak out further, but at the moment he was going on pure instinct. He was being held on by Sophia, but he was running as fast as he could as well. "This is what you do every day?" he asked, trying for some sarcasm. When you got down to it, this could make a good TV show or comic book (His fingers twitched to draw this) but that's where it belonged. It belonged in fiction, and not in real life. In real life, it was way scarier than fiction.

"Barricade the door, she says." Sachin muttered, but did so. He was feeling rather angry at his hormones right now. He fired at the skeletons coming toward him, and when they were too close for that, he applied his taekwondo knowledge. He threw punches and kicks toward the skeletons, holding them off. He had his arm ripped off, but he used his right arm to grab it, and started using it as a club to whack the skeleton's heads off.

His left arm started regrowing quickly, and he ax-kicked another skeleton. "How long!?" he yelled at Elena. Having an arm ripped off, even though it would grow back, was a very painful process. He sincerely hoped sex was worth this, and sincerely hoped that she would actually have sex inside of just using him for her own goals. He should have been smart and realized this could not have ended well. Why did he have to enter a supernatural story instead of just writing about one? With writing you generally didn't die, though some of the more psychopathic fans were willing to oblige you on that.