Thread: Hidden World (darkangel76 & Neophyte)

Laying on the floor, Ajax looked like a being in pain, his arm was throbbing with blue energy that no one else but himself and other people like him could see, and the world was swimming through his mind. His mind was filled with the visions on Jessica and his Master, the demons that he fought eariler, the Templars that killed his family and loved ones...the things he wanted to do but couldn't because of his weakness. He lay there, knocked out and feverish as he shuddered. As Cara sat over his body, a door in the other room slammed opened, and the Don charged in with his bodyguards. Cara! Where are you! he cried out, worried for his daughters sake at the hand of the mercenary. Don Pablo barged into the bathroom and gasped, seeing her in just her nightwear, over the nude body of Ajax. What the hell is going on in here! he growled, certain the cad had taken his daughter without his blessing. Don Pablo picked her up by the arm and growled again, his eyes flaming with rage as he looked into her eyes. What are you doing in here...how dare you come in here. This is his room, and you coming in distracts him from his job...and while he is nude your here in nothing but a filmy nightgown! You have disgraced me, daughter of mine, and I will not stand by whilest you act like a downright whore. he said and dragged her off as the other men frowned and picked Ajax up. Calling in the doctor once more, he redressed the wound and applyed a salve on it, the blue aura pulsing slowly then gently fading. The doctor smiled, a blue pulse fading from his hand as well. The doctor nodded and moved away from AJax after reapply the bandages to his arm. That blue pulse had moved to the doctors hand, and was no spreading as he left the room, humming to himself the opening of Three's Company. Ajax awoke and saw two armed bodyguards at his door, staring at him. The Don has requested you stay in here until he gets issues with his daughter strightened out. Ajax blinked and rubbed his forehead, yawning slightly as he shook his head of the sleepy feeling. What the hell...why would the Don force me to stay in here...I thought I was a guest. The bodyguard nodded once, being polite to the extreme, so as not to piss Ajax off, the broken door in the foyer and the guard he had accidently killed with a few wood shards enough evidence that he could easily kill any and all of them if he wanted to. Being a protector of mankind though, the guards knew he wouldn't kill them on purpose...or so they hoped. The Don found his daughter Cara in your bathroom, with you passed out on the floor. He believes she came in and seduced you, and you took advantage of her without his blessing. He is sorting the information now. Ajax looked at him, his eyebrow raised a bit as he got out of bed and nodded. So Jessica was actually Cara...how had he made that mistake. The visions were getting more powerful, harder to control and something that now seemed to dominate his mind. Something wasn't right about them and he would talk to Drake about it later...the man worked wonders with the mind, his telekenesis able to cure almost all brain maladys that was in the known world. Ajax looked at the guards and bit his bottom lip, hating to be confined anywhere. He grabbed his belt, opened his pouches and started to examine his reagents, making sure nothing was destroyed or wet, and making sure they were top quality. He didn't think Drake would have given him a crappy stock, but he had to make sure on principal. In the other room, the Don has his daughter on the bed, and he was pacing. The Don paced whenever he was angry, or something was wrong and he didn't know how to set it stright. Cara...I can't have you near that man. He is a powerful and dangerous man who has no clue what the hell you mean to me he said And then you just go in there...not even caring for what could happen to you and just throw yourself at him! He said, not allowing her to get a word in edgewise. Your a tawdry slut, and your confined to your room when strangers are in the house. I will not have you just giving your precious body away to anyone! he growled, the anger overtaking him as he reached out and struck her, a slap to the side of her face as he seethed. You brought this on yourself Cara...I do this for your own good he said and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Rounding the hall, the Don walked to Ajax's room. He knew the man by talk of him, and knew his temper was very volatile, and looking at the door from the second balcony made him reaffirm his belief that this man had to be out of his employ as soon as he could get him out. But he did need that protection...curses. Why the hell did this world of inseen murder and power had to exist. He had no idea, but he wasn't planning on blowing up on Ajax...now more then ever he had to step lightly. Nothing could anger the only man that they had to preserve the business. Stepping up to the door, the Dobyguards on the oppisite side of the door opened it, the bodyguards on the inside going to attention as Pablo walked in. Ajax was fully dressed, standing by the open window. Ajax didn't move, but his voice could be heard next to the wild blowing of the wind in the curtains. So...have you come to question your daughters virtue? he asked, that hat that Drake had given him hiding his face in shadow, his deep blue eyes gleaming in the psudo-darkness. The Don just swallowed hard, this man now seeming more like an agent of demons then of angels. Forgive me Ajax...I punished my daughter because you were passed out. The doctor informed me that no man touched my daughter after a screening...I do apologize for what happened he said and smiled weakly Its just...my daughter is all I have. I do not wish to see her hurt he said and nodded, looking around. Fully clothed, Ajax seemed ready to go...strange. Had his wound healed fully? Are you leaving us so soon, Sir? he asked. Ajax readjusted the brim on his hat and nodded. I have to go talk to a man about some visions, and I need to do some research. I will keep in contact with you and let you know how things are going. Your men will continue to be safe...just call me when you need me to help out again he said in a low voice, his feet glowing with grey energy as he jumped out of the window and seemingly flew away from the mansion into the night sky. He looked down at the large house, that house of secrets and scoundrals and saw the girl, that vision of beauty he had seen before, watching him from her window. He shook his head, turned and blasted off toward his base of operations. As he flew his mind whirled and thought of the things that had happened today. He realized the Templars were behind the destruction of the men and stock that the Don was bringing in...his wife was like him, Special...and his daughter seemed for someone attracted to him against the Don's wishes. He already wasn't that big of a fan of what was happening here, but it was something that he would have to deal with in time. He landed on a large building, about 20 stories, and caught his breath...casting wind magic wasn't as hard as the others, seeing as wind and air was always around them. All he had to do was manipulate the air and turn it into wind...but it still took alot more out of him then just running the rooftops. So he jumped, moving from building to building and jumping forward after every landing. He moved through the city and looked around, always on guard. Now that he wasn't in the safe confines of a protected mansion, he would be back on his game, searching high and low for sign of trouble...and low and behold already there was. A ripple appeared before him, and he stopped in his tracks as a Templar appeared in front of him...but it wasn't just any Templar...this one wore special armor with spiked adornments and different coloring. The Templar stood there, sword on hand...and that sword was something else! It had a hand and a half blade, with a handle that was large enough for two hands but could be held with only one. The designs on the blade were etched, intracate and inlayed with the metal, the lettering and dragons that intertwined along the blade glowing with that same supernatural blue aura that surrounded his wound before. It hadn't attacked, and most Templars will attack on command if they cross from their realm to this one...so he had to ask. What do you want? The Templar's eyes glowed crimson, looking at him as the sword was raised. Ajax braced for another attack, his mind reciting spells of protection even as the Templar slammed the blade of the sword into the ground and turned away from him. The ripple reappeared and the Templar stepped into it, disappearing through the distortion once again. Ajax stared at the blade, the hilt and metal of the sword smoking, as if it had just come out of a furnace. Ajax grabbed the blade and picked it up. It was light, easy enough to wild one handed, with the ability to wield it two handed if he wished. Why did the Templar leave it? Why did it have these designs...what the hell was that Templar, and why didn't it attack him at all? Now he was confused on this entired situation and decided to head to Drake's...he would have answers. He took the sword and cut a strip of leather off the bottom of his trenchcoat, setting the sword down in it. He muttered a spell and the leather wrapped around the sword in a tight binding, keeping it save from both the elements, and protecting him from it incase it was a trap. He set it to his back and the leather lashed out, creating a lenght of leather that bound the sword to his back and he jumped, heading toward Drake's. I need answers...and Drake can help he muttered. After a few minutes, Ajax landed in front of Drake's store, the Dragon's Herbireium, and stepped inside. Drake was behind the counter, looking bored until he saw Ajax. The jovial greeting Ajax was met with before didn't happen this time. Drake looked up and saw Ajax's face and blinked a few times. Whats up Jax? You got issues? he asked. Ajax just nodded and went past Drake, into the back room. Thats never a good sign Drake muttered and followed his old friend into the stockrooms. Ajax took the sword off his back and set it on the table, then looked at Drake. One...I need you to readjust my memories...they are coming back, and I almost molested a young woman because I thought it was Jessica he said, his face dead serious on this. Drake just shrugged and nodded Alright, but you know the drill. I can't destroy the memories, but I can move them so they are more hidden to your brain. Hopefully you will be able to sleep at night he said and pressed his fingers to Ajax temple, closing his eyes as he unleashed his power on the waiting mind of Ajax. Ajax gasped as he felt those fingers, and the power moving things in his brain, resetting and cleaning up the jumbled up mess that was his mind. Ajax gasped and slammed his fist into the nearest wall, growling as pain seared through his head. Soon though, Drake moved his hands away and Ajax smiled. Thanks pal he muttered, rubbing his temples where Drake's burning fingertips had been just a moment before. Drake shook his head And whats this? he asked, pointing to the sword. Ajax looked at him as he rubbed his forehead, a bit groggy from the movements of his older memories and shook his head. wait...what? he asked softly, then looked down at the sword and his eyes widened. Oh...that was a gift...from a Templar he muttered. The look of shock on Drake's face was priceless...the idea that a Templar would give anyone anything was outragous, let alone the one man that was always on the top of their kill lists. What do you mean? Drake asked, his hand picking the sword up by the hilt, not daring to touch the blade lest it lash out and attack him. Ajax just sat down and looked at the sword himself The Templar came out of a distortion right in front of me, threw the sword into the building I was standing on and left...just like that. This didn't look like an ordinary Templar though...it looked different...something about the armor was off. It wore golden trim blue metal armor, with spike adornments along the edges. Nothing I have ever seen before he said. Drake dropped the sword, his eyes so wide Ajax could have sworn they were about to pop out. What Drake...what is it? he asked, picking the sword back up and setting it on the table. Drake swallowed a bit and turned, grabbing a book from his shelf. That...was one of the High Inquisitors...the higher ups of the Inquisition. Leaders and generals of the Inquisition, they almost never leave the Demon Realm, seeing as they would rather stay behind and control their armys from afar, keeping save at home. You have only ever seen a High Inquisitor once...and they gave you that sword he said. Ajax looked at it, blinked and picked it up. Why...me of all people. Why would they give me this sword? he asked. Drake just shook his head and grabbed the sword from his hand Don't touch it...just touching it could activate the magics that are in the sword. I have no idea what the hell it is...but it feels wierd. Let me get it appraised and I'll let you know what it does. Come back in a few hours and I'll let ya know why that Templar gave it to you, and which demon of the Inquisition let you have this little trinket Drake muttered. Ajax nodded Thanks Drake...don't get killed over this ok? I will be back in a few hours he said and left the store, shook up and worried about what that sword could do, or if maybe it was a trap set for him that Drake is about to walk into. He jumped and flew towards the open window in his suite, landing on his feet inside the house. He walked to the kitchen, tossed his trenchcoat onto a rack and opened his fridge. He grabbed a slab of ham off the bone, some bread and cheese and mayo. Making a sandwich he tapped an electronic screen in front of him, connected to a large screen TV and a computerenterainment system. The computer booted on, welcoming him and starting to play some smooth jazz. A notice popped up, an email from a friend of him, Moakai, a demon from the other realm that he had helped once. The demon kept him posted on movements, changes in leadership and large battles that took place in the demon realm, things that would change the way the demons moved on earth. Ajax finished making the sandwich and looked at the title of the Email. Urgent...and that was it. Ajax blinked a few times, tapped his touch screen panal and opened the email. Inside was a 4 letter message, stateing Discovered, Relocating, No contact. Ajax bit into his sandwich and blinked some more, closing the message. Moakai...what the hell did you get into now he said and shook his head, turning the TV on, local news the station it was always on as he watched the stories. Looking for murders and accidently deaths, or homicides that were different or seemingly done by a madman. Those were usually demons in human form.