Countdown Classics – Split Enz : Dirty Creatures.

Taken from the live show Australian music show “Countdown” in 1982, New Zealand band Splitz Enz performed their hit song, Dirty Creatures which reached the national top ten.  Song writers were Neil and Tim Finn, and Nigel Griggs.  Neil went on to form Crowded house in the late 1980’s.

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Dirty creature comin’ my way from the bottom of a big black lake
Shuffles up to my window makin’ sure I’m awake
It’s probably gonna pick my brain, got me in a vice-like grip
He said one slip, you’re dead, ha

Dirty creature of habit, little horror here to stay
Anyone in his right mind would tell it to go away
But the river of dread runs deep, full of unspeakable things
The creature don’t mess around, I don’t wanna mess with him

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna sail tonight
Dirty creatures got me at a disadvantage from the inside

Tentacles on the brain keep me from falling asleep
I’m rooted to the spot, the beast don’t know when to stop
Sneakin’ up from behind, binds and gags my wits
Dirty creature got my head exactly where he wants it

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna sail tonight
Taniwha is waiting for me just below the surface so bright, yeah
Even as we speak the dirty creature springs a nasty surprise

Dirty creature knows my type, found it in a magazine
He’s seen the look of fear before splattered all over the screen
The animal magnet thug draws me out of myself
I need a dragon-slayer who can save me from myself

I don’t wanna sail, I don’t wanna sail
I don’t wanna set sail for the middle of nowhere tonight
Dirty creature’s got me at a disadvantage from the inside
I don’t wanna sail upon the waters of invention tonight

 

Mission One – Gantz series.

 

 

 

RP Summary : Roughly 30 years ago, immigrant aliens began moving to Earth. They take on a wide variety of forms, making it harder to locate them. Only recently, the Gantz spheres were created in a factory in Germany after a rich man’s mentally ill daughter begins transmitting messages to him. The numbers she constantly uttered were turned into a message and the spheres were created, though turning it into a game was totally by choice. It is unknown who sent the transmissions to Earth (until the very end of the manga).
The spheres act as transports for players, as well as gives them their targets and tallies their points. When it opens, green text appears on its surface, informing those present that their “lives have ended and now belong to him”. A picture and brief (and totally useless) information is shown on some of the Gantz’ targets; Gantz orders them to go and kill them. After a period of time which varies between missions, everyone except Gantz is transported to the location of the mission. Those sent cannot return from the mission until all enemies have been killed or the time has run out, and if they attempt to go home, their heads will explode after walking toward the border set by Gantz. If they survive a successful mission, each individual is awarded points for all the aliens they have killed, and after that, the participants are allowed to leave and live their lieves as they see fit until Gantz summons them back again for their next mission.
Meanwhile, a specific alien race is planning to invade Earth in order to make it their home after their planet was destroyed. This is known as the “catastrophe countdown” to the players once they learn of it.

Now Frank the Detective is part of the Mission one strike team.  They are encountering their first ever alien.
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Astoria Park – Queens, NY

Evolution Alien

Characteristics:
Adaptive
Regenerative
Static

Likes:
Heat
Radiation

Dislikes:
Cold
Being touched

Quote:
Bloop

 

VunG:  Practically the moment the team beamed in they would be able to pretty clearly see where the infestation was… though that probably wouldn’t help actually dealing with the issue. To the untrained eye, it looked like the park had the world’s most aggressive tumor, ling pinkish-brown tendrils laced their way across everything, ranging in size from what appeared to be earth worms on the ground to enormous tentacles the size of tree trunks. And they seemed to stretch in every direction without rhyme or reason, instead randomly connecting almost everything it could, the tendrils occasionally pulsing with some bulge, which would seem to be very warm to the touch if anyone tried to touch it. The tendrils didn’t actually head towards some center, but rather connected at enormous truck-sized bulges, many of which seemed to have what might have once been a tree sticking out of them. Speaking of touching the tendrils, anyone touching them would find them somewhat flexible, but still a bit firm, somewhat like an elephant’s skin, and coated in a foul-looking goo like a hagfish. The whole place STANK of decay mixed with feces mixed with fish, and to those with weaker stomachs might be enough to get them to vomit. That said, while the tendrils were quite clearly present, they certainly weren’t moving all that much or even seemed to be all that much of a threat.

Moo:  Seeing as Trent was the first to be beamed into the area, he would look around briefly. There was no movement from him made in order to near whatever the hell this alien was. Instead, he pulled out a device, flipping it open from this attachment on the arm of his suit. Nobody else would have this, because nobody grabbed them from the second room of the apartment. Nobody had so much as opened the door to glance inside. Trent let it turn on as the second person began scanning into the area not far off from him and glanced down at it. With everything illuminated on the screen, he pressed a button and faded away. Oh, Trent was still there and would be able to see and interact with everyone, but they wouldn’t see him. He was on a different frequency now.

So as Z scanned into the area and looked around, she wouldn’t see Trent anywhere. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she merely stepped forward and pulled a gun from a holster. Though before she would even look at the alien, she definitely smelled it. The woman pulled her hand up to her nose and mouth, making a disgusted face while she let out an eugh! sound of displeasure. How terrible that stench was! Breathing as well as possible without actually up-chucking, Z looked around with her single good eye while waiting for the others to scan as well. Hopefully D.T would be right behind her, as he would likely be unaffected by the smell and thus more helpful than she could ever hope to be.

Fu:  

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– He would be beamed in right after Z had been not too long after and would appear in a hunched over position before he picked himself up and stood upright. He would soon see that only Z was here and no one else besides the mass of flesh that was in the park if it could ever be considered a being in its own right. D.T did not enjoy the fact his Master had shown signs of unpleasantness and would stand around her as if attempting to block her from her displeasure , in a sense trying to clean the air to whatever effect it could be accounted for. –

” Are you Ok Master ? You seem to be in a predicament and I wish to assist you . ”

– Without D.T’s knowing his suit glowed purple and would occasionally fade out before glowing purple once more , his eye sclera’s would both turn black similar to how he was able to do one normally and it would bring some alertness to his Master if she saw it . D.T had no clue what was happening at the moment as he was too focused on his Master to take any other matters into his own hands , he overheard the fact they had something to do at the park but he kept that as a secondary priority right now which was succeeded by his will to protect his Master before anything else . Somehow his Dynamo’s / although altered to match with his suit / appeared in the box labeled for him and due to such he did not have any other weapons with him , thankfully his suit also came with holes in the hand sockets to allow him to conduct energy . This suit was truly meant for him. –

Lisra:  
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Sage scanned into the new area, it took her a few seconds to realize that she was okay before she stopped screaming and looked around. The smell hit her instantly, the vile stench was enough to have her puking. “Dammit…” She mumbled, wiping her mouth she suddenly noticed that she wasn’t alone.

“Where are the other people…” The question more to herself than anything, her voice was barely more than a whisper, she wasn’t use to being around so many people; even if there was only two. In the other place there was a rather large group of people, did they not make it? Was there really only three survivors?

“What the heck it that thing!” The enormous slimy tentacles made her want to puke again but she managed to keep it down. But damn Sage wasn’t built for this shit, heck she would rather of been kidnapped than deal with this…Whatever this was.

Clutching her watch in her hands she found it hard to breath, she began wheezing uncontrollably “S-Shit.” She didn’t have her inhaler, her asthma attack couldn’t have come at a worse time. Backing away from the group she tried to make herself unnoticeable, they couldn’t help her anyway.

Razorbackwriter:

 

Frank stumbled as he appeared on the road with the others from the Gantz room. Dressed in the customary black suit, that showed off every lump, bump and bulge, Frank looked like part of the team, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it. The rush of being broken apart and then put back together so rapidly, made him feel like a wonka bar that had just been sent by Wonkavision. Frank’s eyes rolled around in his head till he got his bearings, and then he got a whiff of the giant slug tentacle monster that was to be their target.

“Holy mother puss bucket!” Frank blurted loudly, his face screwing up as the stench invaded his nostrils. “That’s…disgusting.” yes, yes it was. And not just ugly as sin to look at either. The reality of what was there….all slimy and shit, made Frank remember the alien that had taken Rory. Was this pink…slime blob related to the creature that took his best friend?

Withdrawing his pistol from his holster, he aimed it at the creature. Problem was, it was so freaking huge, he didn’t know where to shoot it first.

 

“What the heck it that thing!”

“One ugly ooga booga!” Frank shouted. He then saw the girl who had asked beginning to wheeze uncontrollably. Like…she was an asthmatic. “Fuck…” He knew that the girl was going to have trouble, and seeing her back away, Frank was pretty sure that she was having an attack. Knowing others were on the site and aiming at the slimo, Frank went to the girl’s aid. Lowering his gun, he turned and moved quickly to get to her side.

“You gotta try and calm. Okay? Nice..long..deep breaths.” Each word he said was done with a pause in between as he tried to show her how to breath. Maybe Frank was being foolish for thinking he could help her, but he just couldn’t let the poor girl feel she was on her own. They were all in the same boat.

~RB~

 

Ota:  Alice appeared a little after the others had made it onto the scene, but the smell immediately got into her nose and she placed a hand over her mouth slightly once she had fully been rebuilt. She’d let out a groan, one similar to a person not wanting to wake up from her sleep or something similar to that of a person who was annoyed and possibly tired. Of course, she would then take the body suit out from beneath her clothes and try slipping it onto the clothes she had on at the moment. Her jeans didn’t give a problem, but of course her coat did and she let out a sigh. Taking off her coat, she would slip the rest of the body suit on before putting the coat on top. Then slipped back on her boots. After that she let out a sigh.

Her body was giving off much more radiation than the human body, however her body temperature wasn’t as hot as a human beings. It was mostly cybernetics with bio-metals of some kind. Almost like a cat, she blocked out her sense of smell and walked towards the others who were investigating the creature that was slimy and rather hot. Frowning a little bit as she got closer, she stopped nearby Frank and the girl who was wheezing. She then looked at the gun that she held in her hand then towards the creature that was spread throughout the park. “Quite the mess we have here, huh.” She was talking regularly now as she now seemed to have started to grin a little. “Seems like some oversized bacteria…”

Zu:  

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When Kenny came from the beam, due to his positioning when being hit by the laser, he stumbled onto the ground with his bum being the first to land. He looked around, seeing nothing but… something that he had no idea what it was, besides gross. The smell didn’t even affect him, because the only thing he was wondering was what the hell was going on. He got up, took a look around the place that surrounded him and the team he was paired with. Kenny was only here for a few moments and everything was happening far too fast.

“Okay, someone tell me what the hell is going on!” he shouted with a demanding tone. Kenny should be dead, so why was here and with this uniform that housed a weapon he was unfamiliar with. What the hell was that room and that black sphere thing? What was this place, it did look like something he knew but he couldn’t be too sure. All Kenny wanted was answers.

 

VunG:  The enormous creature didn’t seem to pay the individuals much mind, just allowing them to have their little conference in the park. It was marginally aware of them, though perhaps ‘aware’ wasn’t quite the right word. Upon the people puking, they would notice a few tendrils reaching out towards those who had puked, touching them slightly with its slimy skin and occasionally touching the vomit experimentally before leaving it be. The tentacles didn’t seem to like the feel of the suits, and depending on location would either retract or go around the individual. A few of the larger tendrils would slowly begin to shift, but it wasn’t attacking, rather just moving so that its feelers could better investigate this new and unusual sensation.

And to the person using the sensor… well… good news and bad news. Good news: it could quite clearly sense the boss alien. Bad news: EVERYTHING was the boss alien. This was a single huge organism.

 

Moo:  This thing…whatever it was…was totally massive. Z looked at it, despite her disgusted expression. It took a few moments before she was sure she could even manage to speak to D.T, as the stench was so strong. “..Y-yeah.” Gagging slightly, she covered her mouth with the back of her arm. “I’m fine.” As for her predicament, yeah, she was definitely in one; a huge one at that. They were supposedly here to kill this thing. With all the tentacles, it was slightly intimidating to think about–nobody should assume it would be an easy task due to the slow movements of the larger tentacles, as there were also a wide array of smaller ones sprouting from the ground or covering surrounding areas. “Any ideas on how to kill this thing, D.T?” Z was more or less ignoring the others in the group for a few minutes. Not that she wanted to seem stuck up or unapproachable, but she wanted to ensure there was some sort of game plan. And honestly, she thought D.T would be more useful than the gun she was holding. She looked down at it now, noticing for the first time this evening that there were two triggers. Peculiar…astounding, even…

Okay, someone tell me what the hell is going on! From all the background noise, this guy grabbed Z’s attention first. She blinked, turning to look at the group behind her. Some wheezing girl, that abnormal girl who sounded like a computer, a…weird guy saying a bunch of things that made Z feel less crazy… and some kid with an attitude, among others who hadn’t put on their suits and looked twice as clueless as she felt. Then that guy she’d observed earlier was totally missing. Was this some kind of set up after all?… What a night this was turning out to be. Z sighed. “Anybody have any ideas?” she asked with a raised voice. Even if D.T had offered something, she had to hear others…if everyone would cooperate, that is. “…Everyone! We should gather and figure something ou-“

Too late. From somewhere unknown, Trent fired off his gun at the mass of tentacles. It was close enough to the group to be concerned, if he did in fact cause a ruckus. He really was just here for his own enjoyment after all. And nobody would be able to find him as he was on his own frequency. Chuckling might have been heard if someone was close enough to his vicinity, but it would fade while he moved away again. “Get some balls and shoot it,” he called out. “Fuck planning, play the game like it’s meant to be played, assholes.”

 

 

 

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

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Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

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“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

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The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

Frankie Goes to Hollywood – The Power of Love.

 

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

Feels like fire
I’m so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah

I’m so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

[1]-The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down I’ll be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you

Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin’ rushin’ inside of me

[Repeat 1]

This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure

I’m so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove

Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

I’ll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
The Power Of Love Frankie goes to Hollywood

Melting onto you – GS.

Tommy and Elissa had enjoyed a wonderful dinner…and now it was time for desert.

Scene setting : Tommy’s apartment – Gantz series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter;  At this moment, there was simply no one alive more beautiful to Tommy than Elissa. The way she smiled at him and sweet movements to scoot close as she could to him to embrace him gently. Tommy moved his hand away from her face so that he could strum her thigh, which was now draped over Tommy’s own legs. She was making herself comfortable, that was for sure, and after the meal – who could blame her?

Even though Elissa couldn’t speak audibly, it was like she didn’t need to. Tommy could just stare at her all night long, if he had the chance. Enraptured by her….all of her. He eased back into the couch further, not even bothering to reach for a remote, or try to avert her attention any other way. The music was perfect in the background, and she was right about the ambiance. Just holding her was enough. Oh, he could whip her up and carry her off to the bedroom in caveman style, and then make hard and passionate love to her for hours, but when it came down to it, the way he felt about Elissa was so much deeper than just pleasing the body. In his heart…his mind, he wanted to savor the closeness. Like it was forming an unbreakable bond between them. Tommy wanted to be loving…slow with his touch. Actually explore her in a way that could have him memorize her body just from his fingertips.

Tommy kept smiling at her, as he reached up again and started to toy with her hair, winding it around his fingers just to feel the softness. He dipped his head so that he could run his nose through her hair again, like he had that night in her apartment. She would be able to feel the heat of his breath as he breathed out of his nose. Tommy closed his eyes and just let his hands wander freely across her. She was soft…warm. With Elissa, Tommy was truly home.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was so rare that Elissa felt so thoroughly understood by someone, when she felt like her disability was nonexistent. With Tommy she felt as if she were back to normal, like she was how she’d been all those years ago. Every smallest beat of the music seemed to add to this gentle mood, the soft light, the soft touch of his hands, it was all that she could have ever wanted from this moment. They were content, they were happy, and they were together.

She could keep going with a frantic pace forever, or so she felt, but she wasn’t that base. There was a time when she enjoyed the slower moments of life, almost preferred them at some point… and now that she had one of those happening now she didn’t want to let go. As Tommy’s hands slowly traced across her, her own would begin to feel his, her eyes closing as she tried to learn every curve of her beloved’s body, just savoring him in every way she could. As he began toying with her hair, she felt a girlish smile appear on her face and she leaned into him a little to allow him better access, and eventually she wrapped her arms around him and just embraced him, letting out a deep, content sigh. This was what she needed… with Tommy she felt safe… she felt valued… she felt like she could just be herself, not just as she was now, but as she used to be.

 

Razorbackwriter;  God, she had the most beautiful smile. Tommy had been lucky enough to see it, when he moved his head back slightly, and was just watching her when his fingers toyed with her hair. What was even better, only he was privy to it. Those lips…boy did they need kissing. With her moving her arms around him so that she could embrace him, Tommy chose that moment to kiss her softly. And it wasn’t just one kiss either. He kissed her feather light, then tugged at her bottom lip after hearing that contented sigh. Did she have any idea just what she did to him? Her fingers had awoken his skin with her playful strumming. Lightly dancing across his body as she did the same thing he did. Explore.

Tommy pulled her up and then made it so that she was straddling him upon the sofa. He wanted nothing more than to gaze up into her eyes. To feel her hair flow down against his cheeks, to make a veil from which no one else could see.

 

He started to unzip her dress from behind, the zip sliding down ever slowly exposing her back – till he reached for the straps and pulled them back down to fall from her shoulders. Tommy’s eyes darkened when he saw her exposed skin, radiant and so warm to touch. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a kiss just shy of where her bandaging was from the gunshot. His lips barely touching, yet his tongue wormed out from between his lips to lick the naked skin.

Tommy’s eyes flickered up to stare at hers. All the love he felt for her was now rising to the fore. There was no escaping the truth….he was crazy about her. Did she have any idea the other two women that were still fighting to have him, and yet here he was – with the woman he adored straddled across his lap.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Oh, how Tommy’s eyes seemed to light up… the smile on his lips was a joy of course, but the one in his eyes was something entirely in a league in its own. As he brought his lips up to hers, Elissa was fully expecting to be kissed fully, but what she received instead was the most tender, soft, ethereal kiss she’d ever experienced, and ironically this was far more powerful to her. With her lips touching his ever so gently, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, embracing the moment, trying to move in tune with his, keeping their lips just barely in contact. She would gladly adjust as he brought her to straddle him, her hair falling just as they both desired to brush his cheeks and guard them against peering eyes.

As she felt and heard the dress beginning to come unzipped, she would gladly help him, still moving with what grace she could, shrugging off the fabric and letting it fall into his lap, leaving her upper body entirely bare to him. Everywhere his fingers traced she felt a wonderful electricity lance through her… oh she could not describe just what he was doing to her. This man had, in seemingly no time at all, wormed his way into her heart and, now, Tommy was all she wanted. As his lips touched that still somewhat tender area she let out a deep, wonderful sigh, eyes fluttering at the feeling; it may have been tender, but that served just as well for passion here. She found herself raising her chin softly, offering him whatever part of her he desired.

And as their eyes met, she knew without the slightest shadow of a doubt that this was deep for Tommy… this was something that he felt from the bottom of his heart… and now she realized that she felt it too. Slowly her hands would begin to peel back his shirt, in no hurry to rush this moment, but as she was enraptured by his lips’ and tongue’s touch, she could only think of that to do. Her breathing wasn’t quite heavy, but it was clear form the look on her face that she was completely in this moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  At the drop of the dress that now pooled around her slim waist, Tommy was able to take in the joy of seeing her naked upper torso. Bare shoulders that he was already moving across slowly, with his wayward tongue and soft lips. He wanted to savor every part of her – travel the course of her body with his mouth, fingers and his tongue. The music in the background seemed to fade away as the beating of his heart and the wondrous sound of her quickening breaths were the symphony that he wished to hear. At the rise of her chin, Tommy let out a heady growl, and arched upward so he might now suckle at her neck. Teasing and nipping at it, while his free hand moved around to the small of her back – drawing her into him more. Almost like he was trying to support her so she didn’t fall back. The flicker of her hair touching his cheek sent a thrill through him, and his fingers started to dig into her back. Flinching and feeling the softness of her skin, while his lips were busy working along the nape of her neck.

Elissa had already pulled off his shirt, which was now discarded on the floor, and they were now both bare chested. Skin touching skin. Tommy was taking it all slowly. Unlike the first night that they spent together. This was how it should have been. True love making. Letting the petting and kissing linger so that it brought them up to a dizzying height, that when they did free fall into orgasmic bliss, it would be of the kind that had been written by the great romantic authors.

Tommy drew his head back….a fine line of saliva falling from his bottom lip as he stared up at her in wonderment. She was even more beautiful in the glow of the candlelight. It was almost as though she wasn’t even real. A dream that he could touch and feel. She was a goddess of his waking dreams, a siren that did not need a voice to call him into her. Tommy brought both arms around her in a sudden movement as he rested his cheek to her chest, cradling her to him as though he never wanted to let her go. He panted for a moment, before he felt the hardness of her nipples, only turning his head so he could envelope one into his mouth. A groan unlike any she would have heard before escaped him, as he started to nip and suck at it – his hands firmly holding her back.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa let out a deep, heady sigh as Tommy’s lips went on their journey up to her neck, the sensation of his touch drowning out all other thoughts or ideas from her mind. Her hands simply held onto his shoulders, keeping herself balanced and drawing her to him as his hands did the same. It was probably wise that he was holding her, because as it was she felt like leaning back a bit, letting herself get lost in the feel of his grip, his fingers’ touch more pleasant than anything else in the world. This was how love-making was supposed to go, not just quick sex and finish it, but to slowly savor it, let the music of the body dictate action, to slowly build yourself up into a booming crescendo. And as her fingers caressed at his shoulders and he at her body, their skin so tight and his body illuminated so wonderfully in the candle light… ah she could ask for nothing better.

She let out a slightly startled, but amused gasp as his grip shifted, but happily allowed it, pausing to kiss the top of his head while her hands reached down his back a bit. And then, he began to kiss at her breast, and while she had no idea why it was, it absolutely drove her wild inside. She tilted her head back and let out a deep whisper of, “Hhyesss…” her breathing deepened by the feeling. In desperation to feel more of that, she groped at her other hand, holding herself as tight as she could into him, wanting him to keep going, to take her however he felt, to just let themselves be absorbed into each other.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The sound that Elissa made drove Tommy to want to explore his beauty all the more. His hands cradled her back while he continued to suck at her right breast with a fervor that would make her feel truly a woman. All she could see would be the top of his head and hear the sound of his lips smacking and sucking her skin into his eager mouth. He wasn’t going hard, but there was an intensity to his actions. He moaned deeply, his fingers digging in and out of her back – flexing, almost like he was kneading her skin. He only pulled away enough that his eyes trailed to the other one, and with the nipple fully erect and hard, he needed to experience that one as well. Tommy groaned her name before taking her into his mouth again, all the while he was growing beneath her. Wriggling in his seat as he became uncomfortable in his denim jeans. They were restricting him now, since his eagerness meant that he was now swelling.

The music continued to play the soundtrack to their ministrations, with Tommy losing himself to his bewitching lover. His tongue flicked and he started to nip at her taut nipples. Tracing his tongue slowly around the swollen areola. Tommy bit down and then drew his head back so he was stretching her breast out to only let go and watch it spring back. His cheeks were now flushed, and hungrily he started to lick away at her breast, enticing her to beg for more – or order him to take her to the next level.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Ah, Tommy’s mouth felt like a work of art right now… the work it did to her, the sounds that came from it, it all was maddening. As he worked his magic on her, her own fingers squeezed at his back, unable to come up with something other than be consumed in this wonderful moment. She would sigh and occasionally let out a soft moan-like sound at his work, especially when she felt herself pushed from below by something that was quite obviously male and hard. With his attention shifted, she groped her free breast and would continue to make assorted sounds of pleasure, almost wanting to tear his pants off, but too enraptured by his treatment to bother. Eventually he would go and pull on her nipple, and she would make a sound almost like she was being pulled taught like a bow before “firing” when he released. It was kind of strange how her breast reacted to that, and while it was a touch painful, it was still intriguingly enticing.

As he continued to work away, she let out another sigh, using one hand to push her onto her breast again, wanting to keep this going, to just keep building this tension. In the meantime though, she slowly began to undo his pants, to get that little soldier free for both of them. When they were ready to continue, she wanted as little delay as possible.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Completely lost in the moment of tasting his beautiful Elissa, Tommy didn’t realize that she was now delving lower with her hand to unfasten his belt buckle and start to slowly undo his pants. Such nimble fingers working on a sole objective to release his hardness from the confines of his weathered jeans. it gave way easily enough, with his thickened member now pushing hard against the soft cotton of his briefs. Tommy let out a groan as he felt the belt and pants give way, and he stopped the licking to stare up at her in wonder. She’d already been pushing her own breast in to massage it, while he had been teasing her other breast so hungrily. Now both were covered in the glaze of his saliva.

“Up.” Nick said but one word, that he hoped she’d understand so that he could wiggle out of his jeans and kick them off onto the floor at his feet. He wanted to go further than just foreplay. Dinner was now a distant memory, and he was now very excited, wanting to feel her again from the inside.

Once she knelt upward of him so he had freedom to move, he would ease back down beneath her, only with his bare skin touching the leather of the couch. He was fully erect and on display for her – an eager smile upon his lips.

“Down you come.” Nick reached for her hips, so that he could help position her over him in just the right place. His own hips moving up off the couch, so she could feel him waiting for her….aching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa didn’t mind the fact that her breasts were covered in his saliva, in fact the coolness it provided was strangely pleasant, and again the work done to get them that way was more than worth it. Once she got his pants undone, she would gladly feel it around a bit, squeezing him slightly and running her fingers across the tip, even if it was just through the cotton. It wouldn’t last long though, and soon her beloved Tommy would decided that he wanted to continue with this, do it proper and pleasure both of them properly. Fine by her. She obediently lifted up for him when asked, hands on his shoulders for balance while got his pants off and moved her dress away (forgot if it was still there, but not anymore). She wouldn’t even need his statement to come down, she would gladly look down at his wondrously pleasing member once all was off and would reach down with her right hand to grasp it lightly under the tip, her thumb rubbing him slightly as she thought to line everything up.

Once he told her what to do though, she would slowly bring herself down onto him and, as she felt contact she let out a deep sigh of pleasure and looked up towards the ceiling as she slowly pushed herself on. She bit her lip as she sheathed him fully, cherishing the wonderful feeling of having him inside her. When she’d pushed as far as she could go, she looked back down at him, a longing look in her eye as she leaned in to him, touching her lips to his while her fingers squeezed onto his shoulders, bringing her other hand back up in the meantime. She was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at her, and right now she felt like having a deep, slowly, passionate night with him. Assuming he had no qualms, she kiss him fully with a soft sensual hum and slowly lift herself up (mostly with her legs), then when the music told her to brought herself back down, bathing in the simple bliss of this flawless moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The music was slow…sensual. The perfect accompaniment to their love making. In fact, it set the tone, and timing to which his lover could now move. With her straddling him in all her glory – her body shining and glistening, Elissa was like a goddess. One that Tommy wanted to worship with all he had within him. Although he had given her the orders on how to move so that he could free himself from his jeans and jocks, now she was in a position of power. Tommy eased back even further into the leather lounge, staring up at Elissa’s face. Nothing beat watching the changing expressions as she lowered herself down upon him. The drop of her bottom lip, before drawing it in enough to chew. God he wanted to bite that lip now. But he soon got swept away as she enveloped him. Squeezing the shaft with her inner ribbed folds of flesh. It was hot…wet, and down right wonderful.

 


Feeling her dig her nails into his bare shoulders, Tommy released an animal like grunt. Elissa came down and took him all the way in. So far he was practically in her womb. The right corner of his lip curved upward slightly and when she had left a trace of a kiss upon his lips, he breathed “Fuck me slow…make every bounce count.”

His large hands reached around so that he could hold those glorious mounds in his grip. He wanted to feel her every quake and shiver as she used him for her own ends. He wanted to see her reach her climax – to see her truly blossom as a woman upon him. To go slow would only give them more sexual satisfaction. Elissa was Tommy’s sexual siren…the woman with no voice who used her body to sing to the heavens.

Tommy hardened all the more inside her. Rock hard and twitching.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa wasn’t even trying to be in power; as far as she was concerned Tommy was her king. The way the light cast on him, this wonderful setting he’d created, how kindly he’d treated her, his warm embrace, she knew that she was falling for him. She had been slower than him to realize it, but now that the thought was registering she was on a nosedive… and she was perfectly fine with that. She wanted to do everything she could for him in this moment, to share the pleasure as fully as possible while they made deep, passionate love in this wonderful night. His words were redundant to her plans, but reassuring that they were on the same wavelength.

As his hands gripped her backside and she felt him encouraging her forward, she would gladly lift herself up and bring herself down onto him, beginning a slow, gentle pace. She wasn’t really bouncing, she had control the whole way through and was making sure to run the full length of the shaft every time. Her lips very quickly came to embrace his and she would begin her trademark wispy moans into his mouth, her every action full of passion, but slow and intimate. She had every intention of slow burning this and praising Tommy’s body with her every motion–to embrace this love without the timidness she’d shown earlier. The feel of his stone hard member sliding ever so pleasantly through her folds was incredible, but what truly made this was the intimate nature here… and she was going to milk it for all it was worth, only speeding up at a very gradual pace.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Their slow moving shadows were now cast against the wall behind them. The music a sweet symphony to their coupling, as Elissa took to the task of making love to Tommy just as he had asked. Tommy closed his eyes as he let himself give in to the moment. That delicious feeling of her enveloping him till she could take no more was sheer heaven. Not just that, but matched with her deep kisses that were coupled with those gentle moans, he felt that he was making love to an angel of heaven. This was heaven on earth, right in his own lounge room. The pace was perfect. Not too fast that she would smack her skin to his, but just enough to get a good rhythm building between them. His hands started to slide from the hold he had upon her ass cheeks, to that of her back. Strumming it delicately with his coarse fingers as though she was an instrument of love. The embodiment of passion. Watching her rise and fall, as he opened his eyes brought about another wolfish grin that he could hardly suppress.

 

Tommy groaned loudly, but then he suddenly wanted a change in tact. Huskily he whispered, “I’m hungry for you.” Sure, he was enjoying her upon him, but this sudden urge to delve into her sweet flesh was rising faster than he could contain. Lifting her off him, he laid her down on the couch, with one leg hanging off the side and the other bent upon the soft of the leather. He crawled up onto all fours, and took the higher leg, draping it over his shoulder. He was now licking his lips as he stared at her most intimate place. The wetness of her lips, and the redness of skin was almost crying out to him to be savored. “God, you’re so wet.”

Without a moment’s hesitation he buried his face deep into her nether regions. lapping slowly at her dew covered folds. Tasting the goodness, as his tongue wound up and flicked deep inside her warmth. When he looked up at her, he would replace his tongue with two fingers, to pump in and out slowly, his lips and nose already wet from her ministrations. “Like that?” He ran his tongue across his top row of teeth, before going back under for more of her.

~RB~

 

 

 

The Maze of Greed – Part Fourteen : SS

 

It is now shaping up to be the finale for the Maze of Greed.  Who will win?

Scene setting – The Maze of Greed : Seven sins series.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Maze of Greed

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The shield like barrier that the twins constructed around Mariela was enough to stop the first green blasts of energy from reaching their target. Crackling and then exploding into nothing but green puffs of smoke, it was enough to create a diversion from the efforts to get Bandit well clear of the Princess of Greed’s wrath. Raul however WAS paying attention and went to move forward in a bid to go after the crippled girl, but Lydia put her arm up to stop him.

“Did you so easily forget what I said…Warlock?” There was a terrible menace to Lydia’s tone, as she again rounded on her true target, Mariela. The young witch was now facing her nemesis – the woman she once trusted with everything. Now it was truly a showdown worthy of the book of Shadows. Lydia’s face was one of annoyance, but it soon turned to a sadistic smirk. She didn’t remember ever having young men in the maze. And how was it possible that they were able to create a magical shield, like Mariela could. Lydia’s green eyes sparkled as she stared the trio down.

“My my my…what have we here? Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum?” She was actually quoting names from Alice in Wonderland, which was interesting considering that the doorway or rather looking glass to Wonderland was right behind them. “I don’t remember the two of you, from the Fallen Mansion.” Lydia said with a ripe curl to her lips. She ran her tongue along her top row of teeth as she mentally calculated what it would take to bring down the shield. On another note, Lydia had seen the girl run off with Bandit. The smell of that girl was distinctly human. Lydia’s eyes flashed towards Scar, who was standing just shy of the shield.

“You little bastard. Use your hat to get reinforcements against me?”

“Wasn’t that hard, Lydia, since tall dark and stupid over there – sent me to get them Oh, by the way…is that a new face? Rip it off some poor innocent that was fucking your latest flavour of the month?” Talk about being accurate. Raul shot the Alp a nasty look, while Lydia reached up to touch the stretched new skin over her deformed face beneath. The alp was triumphant in hitting a raw nerve. “You could steal the pink ass of a baboon and try to cover your narky features, and it still wouldn’t be something I’d want to touch.” The alp was now dancing around as he could practically see steam coming out of Lydia’s ears. Raul had to suppress a laugh, since he himself thought that it was funny. Lydia snapped her head around and growled at Raul.

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“Do you want your little cripple to suffer my wrath when I am done with little Miss Perfect and her boys?”

“She’s mine to deal with, Lydia.” Raul growled, now feeling that she was walking on dangerous ground.

“Well, laugh it up cause the curtain is about to come down on this performance.”

While the pair were busy arguing, Scar whispered out of the side of his mouth to the twin holding the collar.

“Use your powers, to throw it at her neck. It should lock on. That will bind her use of magic and you can finish this.”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  As the green blasts of light hit the field, they exploded into nothing but puffs of smoke. Mariela tilted her head as Raul attempted to follow Tessa and Bandit. Lydia put her arm in front of him to stop her, before speaking to him in a menacing tone. “What’s wrong, Lydia?” Mariela spoke in a sympathizing tone. “Don’t want your little lapdog going after another female?” she spoke, giving him a sarcastic smile afterwards.

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As she spoke about her brothers, Mariela turned to look at them. At this point, the force field was off, leaving her vulnerable – not that Mariela was worried. “They’re my brothers. Remember, the one’s I told you about? They’re witches just like I am.” she spoke, turning to look back at Lydia as she spoke about her brothers. Her head turned to Scar when Lydia spoke to him, and she nodded. “Your little “boy toy” sent him away to there. And he brought my brothers with him.”she said. She turned to speak to Scar, and Mariela turned her head to look over at Scar when he started talking.

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Mariela crossed her arms as Scar spoke, before turning to look at Lydia. “That is a new face, isn’t it? It doesn’t help anything… you still look like a traitorous bitch.” she spoke with a serious expression, shrugging her shoulders afterwards. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop from laughing as Scar commented on her face. But when she growled and turned to Raul, Mariela raised her eyebrows in a fake shocked expression.

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Hearing the threat, and then Raul’s threat back, caused Mariela to laugh. “Careful Lydia… You wouldn’t want him to leave you for another woman again, now would you?” she spoke, tilting her head as she spoke to her, before turning to look at Raul. “And you have nothing to worry about – she’s perfectly safe. But she is not yours to deal with.” she then spoke.

Meanwhile, Scar was whispering to Sean about putting the collar around Lydia’s neck. He nodded, before looking at his brother and also nodding. Mariela just needed to keep distracting her with talk while they did this. Sean began moving to stand next to Mariela, Sam standing on the other side. They did this while Lydia and Raul were talking. Now, to wait for just the right moment… they only had one shot.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Maze of Greed

Seeing Mariela with this new and bold attitude did not sit at all well with the Princess of Greed. Lydia had thought that butter would not melt in the girl’s mouth before, and yet the girl was now a kitten that was baring her claws. Such a change, that the Princess had to wonder just how that happened to be possible. Was it due to the fact that she now had her brothers here to back her up? Would she react any differently without the help of the hapless Scar?

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Lydia lowered her arms as the girl was now giving her a good mouthful about how Raul could possibly leave her for another woman, namely the one that had just been taken to safety by the human Tessa. Raul still had his eyes on the direction that the pair went and he was practically twitching to leave Lydia to her own mess, and go seek out Bandit for himself.

Lydia’s eyes glowered when Mariela said her new face still made her look like a traitorous bitch. Her eyes flickered over to Scar, who could be seen whispering into one of the brother’s ears. If anyone was a traitor, it was Scar. How the Princess bristled with anger to watch the demon that she herself brought out of the book of shadows, turn and support the likes of Mariela. What none of the small group realized was that the Queen of Hearts was watching all this in the mirror and was making gestures that suggested she had plans of her own for the Alp. She had brought alongside her a few of her card guards, and one…executioner. They assembled quietly behind the mirror, while in the maze, the Princess and Mariela were facing off.

“I think a tea party is in order….Hatter.”

Hearing the Queen of Hearts speak, the Alp turned his head, but this meant he did not see Lydia raise her arms and fire a massive green bolt of energy that sent him spiriting backwards….right into the mirror. Scar appeared on the other side of the mirror, and was grabbed forcibly by two of the Queen’s guards. The alp kicked and screamed, thrashing about wildly as he was now caught in the one place he dreaded most – Wonderland.

“Now, he is out of the way. Time to make you pay, Mariela.”

In the mirror, the two guards held Scar down as the executioner brought up his axe. One of the crimes for disobeying the Queen was to lose one’s head – even if he hadn’t really done anything to the Queen, this time. Scar screamed and pleaded, as the Queen laughed at the hat wearing alp. The Queen of Hearts raised her head in triumph as she knew that Princess Lydia would get her revenge and then some.

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“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”

There was an almighty scream as the axe whistled through the air….when….

~CRASH!~ The mirror was shattered into a million pieces….by the axe wielding giant. Duggie had come out of nowhere and for reasons that could not ever be explained in his fury at being struck out of the maze by the Princess he was now on a rampage.

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“THERE….DESTROYED YOUR FOOKING MIRROR, YA TROLLOP!”

He didn’t know, but he had just sealed Scar’s fate. Without the mirror…there was no way to save the alp. Headless or not.

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“My mirror?!” Raul cried and slapped his palm to his forehead. “You giant idiot.”

“I’ll deal with you later, ya big jessie. Where is Bandit? She will lead me to Quinn.”

It was now or never for Mariela and her brothers. The final chance to take down Lydia in the middle of the confusion. Raul blurred from the spot where he was standing, and then went on the hunt for Bandit himself, leaving a screaming Lydia in his wake.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU FOOL!” Her cries were sure to bring back nothing but silence from Raul, who was now searching another part of the maze for Bandit and Tessa. Rounding on the Witch and her brothers, Lydia growled.

“You are nothing without Scar and your human friend to help you against me. I AM…THE PRINCESS OF GREED!” She was charging up and growling fiercely as she began to warp and twist into a massive green coloured dragon. Snapping at the sky as she went to blow a huge green fire ball at the trio below.

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~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela was showing a different side that wasn’t seen before. She was baring her claws. Lydia completely underestimated the witch. She was a lot more than Lydia thought she was. A lot more than what Lydia saw of the young witch. And, honestly, she was tired of whatever game it was that Lydia was playing. Lydia lowered her arms when Mariela spoke about how Raul would leave her for Bandit. She seemed to hit the right nerve – that was always a good thing.

Mariela’s eyes shot towards the mirror when the Queen of Hearts spoke. She looked up just in time to see Lydia shoot a green bolt of energy at Scar. “No!” she called, but the Alp already ended up in the mirror. Mariela watched as Scar kicked and screamed, turning back towards Lydia when she spoke.

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”

She heard the Queen of Hearts scream, and she turned her head to see the axe in the air… and then the mirror shattered into a million pieces, by none other than Duggie. “No!!” Mariela screamed, turning her head towards the Giant. “What are you doing?! There’s no way to get him back!!” she screamed at the giant.

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Her gaze shot back when Raul spoke, before he disappeared in search for Bandit. Lydia began screaming for him, but he never answered, and this caused Mariela to smirk. She held her hand out, removing the vines that covered the pathways.“Follow him. Now.” she spoke, turning her head towards her brothers. Sean, still holding the collar, threw it to Mariela before they both ran off to try and find Bandit and Tessa before Raul could.

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Her gaze went to Lydia, her eyes staring her down in anger. Lydia spoke about her being nothing, and Mariela laughed.“That’s where you’re wrong, Lydia.” she started. “I am a lot more than you think I am.” she spoke. The instant Lydia turned into a dragon, the collar flew to snap around her neck, not giving her a chance to shoot anything at Mariela. Mariela was… angered. She wanted nothing more than to kill Lydia, once and for all. This was a new side to Mariela that no one has ever seen before.

She looked down to the shattered pieces of mirror. She then kneeled down, grabbing the sharpest piece she saw and picked it up. She held it up and ran a finger down the sharp end. “We’re going to end this… Once and for all.” she spoke, before she turned and began marching in Lydia’s direction.

She was not happy… and it was time she finally ended Lydia.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Maze of Greed

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The Dragon was blasting fiery green flame balls at anything that moved in her path. Duggie, who was in her line of fire held up his battle axe and tried to deflect the powerful balls, only to find that his shaggy eyebrows and red beard caught fire. The poor giant let out a wild cry and dropped his axe, trying to distinguish the flames that were threatening to engulf his face. Seeing the giant having such trouble the dragon Lydia let out a loud and sinister laugh, with green smoke pouring out of her nostrils. There was nothing quite like seeing a giant Irishman on fire. Oh the colourful words he was shouting, it was enough to make a sailor blush.

With the boys now having taken off after Raul, it was down to the plucky young witch and the monstrous dragon Lydia. The dragon raised it’s head and roared loudly as it brought up a massive clawed foot to stomp down on the young Mariela. But just as she was about to crush the girl, the fabled collar that Scar had been forced to wear along with Bandit – whizzed through the air and grew large enough to snap around the dragon’s neck. The instant that the collar locked into place, the dragon screamed and thrashed about as the magic that had made Lydia turn into the beast was now being extinguished. Clawing at the air and stomping, its tail whipping out and thrashing the very walls of the maze, the dragon started to turn back into the sinister Princess of Greed. A great cloud of green mist seemed to absorb all of Lydia’s powers and flew into the very witch that had thrown the collar at her. It seemed that the collar had taken Mariela for it’s Mistress, and now Lydia was enslaved. Clutching madly at the collar, Lydia screeched and screamed in horror.

“YOU BITCH! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!….I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING…AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!” Violent protests spewing from her mouth, as Lydia failed to see that it was she that had been the traitor to their friendship. Staggering back she raised her arms to blast Mariela to kingdom come, but as she aimed her fingers at the girl, nothing happened. Again and again she tried to charge power, that simply wasn’t there. At the same time, the beautiful face of the girl that she had stolen was beginning to melt off in horrid gloops that stained her beautiful dress. It was the most horrific thing that anyone could ever see. The true Demon that lay behind the fake mask, was a grotesque and ugly demon. Screaming even more in horror as she felt her face slide off, she started to cry.

“I’m melting…I’m melting..”

Duggie, who had managed to put out his smoldering beard, but now had no eyebrows, took one look at Lydia and then started to gag.

“Ohhhh that’s ugly…”

“My face!…My beautiful face..!”

Growling the demon turned on Mariela and with her clawed hands outstretched, she staggered at the girl, ready to choke the living daylights out of her.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Duggie held his axe up in an attempt to block Lydia’s flames – but it didn’t work. His beard and eyebrows had caught on fire, and while he ran off to distinguish the flames, it left Lydia and Mariela face to face. Lydia the Dragon lifted up a foot to crush Mariela – but Mariela had the collar around her neck before she had a chance to do so. Mariela watched as she screamed and thrashed about, her body slowly turning back into her human form instead of the dragon.

All of Lydia’s powers flew through Mariela’s body. She could feel it. By this point, Mariela had reached to grab a shard of glass from the broken mirror off the ground, all the while leaving Lydia to scream and yell. Lydia screamed about how she gave her everything. She didn’t. She didn’t give Mariela anything.

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“You gave me nothing.” she spoke, continuing to walk towards Lydia. Sure, she could easily kill her with her magic… but Mariela would get more pleasure doing it without. She watched Lydia’s face melt, and heard Duggie mention from behind her about how… ugly it was. Lydia reached her claws out towards Mariela as Mariela drew closer, but it did nothing as the young witch stood in front of her. She then took that piece of glass, and shoved it straight through Lydia’s chest.

She held it there, feeling nothing but satisfaction at this current moment. She then pulled that shard of glass out of Lydia’s chest, at the same time as Lydia dropped to the maze ground. “You are no Princess of Greed.” she spoke, staring down at Lydia as she held the shard of glass in her hand by her side, dripping with blood.

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She turned around then, facing the Giant. “Now… let’s go find that warlock…” she spoke, walking past him and in the direction Raul and her brothers ran off to. And she expected the giant to follow…

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Maze of Greed

The Death of Lydia.

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One thing that had been consistent with the Rulers of Greed was the fact that their end came sooner than it did to most other royals of Hell. Was this due to the fact that the very land itself is cursed by the insane need to have it all? The moment that Lydia had become the Princess of Greed, she was on the path to self destruction, just like her predecessor; Mammon. Now, she was facing down without her powers against the plucky little witch who had grown into a very powerful woman in her own right. It seemed that the Devil was spot on in his remarks of her, that she was perfect. Perfect to be the next ruler of Greed and all it’s lands. If only Lydia had not been so blinded by her ambition, her other fatal flaw, that she could see what was going to come.

Now with the Demoness charging at the witch, she was so blinded by rage, that she failed to see the flicker of light that reflected off the glass mirror shard that the witch was armed with. With cruel precision, Mariela rammed the glass shard deep into Lydia’s chest. The impact made a horrid squealching sound as it drove right into the demon’s heart. The disfigured face of the Princess contorted even more of one of shock. The glass tore a massive hole into Lydia’s heart, and blood poured outward, spewing from the wound where the glass went. Mariela pulled the shard out of Lydia’s chest, leaving the demon to stagger back – holding her chest as she stared at the witch with a wide eyed expression.

“What have…you done?” Her cry was almost breathless, as blood started to pour out of her mouth. Lydia dropped to her knees as the young witch stood over her in triumph.

“You are no Princess of Greed.”

Lydia’s head drooped, but not before haunting words would leave her mouth.

“You….deserve to be in ….hell. You….you…are a murderer…damned…for eternity…” The now dying Princess’s head shook as she lifted her head one last time.

“You….may…be…the new….Princess…..but you….will die…..alone…”

The Princess then exploded in a foul gloopy green mess that covered all the maze walls. Sickening sounds of the gloop hitting the ground was the only sound that remained.

The Princess of Greed was gone.

Douglas wiped some of the foul slime off his face and then turned to follow the new Princess of Greed; Mariela. He marched over the broken shards of the mirror without looking down at it, but if he had…..he would have seen Scar’s face in every piece.

 

“Somebody To Love”

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you’re doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can’t get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own –
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord – somebody – somebody
Can anybody find me – somebody to love?

(He works hard)

Everyday – I try and I try and I try –
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I’m goin’ crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah – yeah yeah yeah

Oh Lord
Somebody – somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I’m ok, I’m alright
Ain’t gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I’m gonna be free, Lord!

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

 

~RB~