The Dark

He could make it. He knew he could. What's the use of having them when you don't use them? He thought. His weapons were in there. So was she. If she could just try not to tangle him up in knots. Sometimes he thought they did it on purpose. Oh well. He moved out of his hiding place, a niche in the wall, and instantly he moved, almost faster than the eye could see. The guards were dead, long before they realized anything was there. The laser grid detectors didn't go off as he sped through. The thick steel door opened after seconds. Then the hard stuff began. Well, not really.

An entire legion of troops stood stiffly in perfect rank, weapons held at the ready. He scoffed mentally, laser guns..hmph. it was disgusting to have to even deal with this. But I have to get in. This time he jumped up, catching onto the wall easier than a seasoned spider. He made himself bend the light, so nothing would be able to see him. The m'hael would be proud of how far he had developed his strange skills. He blurred to a window, where, with a touch, he melted the glass into a small ball, which was thrown out the door where he had entered. Lasers streaked the room and all the guards ran toward the entryway, ever so eager to please this "Roali." Disgusting. He very nearly spat. Quickly, so as not to waste any time, her dropped to the ground. When he landed, no sound was created.

M'hael would be VERY happy. Thirty hides down, and still no sound. He froze. The doors to "Raoli's" Chamber of "Justice" opened. A small, large-nosed, rat-looking man stuck his head out. He died as well. Without a second glance he threw him into a corner and flashed through the open doorway.

Halfway into the room he stopped and took the shape of the rat-faced man.

"Well?" a deep, but still strong voice inquired, "Joian, do not toy, I am not in the mood today."

He smiled and nodded, making his voice sound correct, "They are investigating a SOUND." He stressed the word, and could not hide his disgust.

The man nodded and turned back to what he had been doing. Before Raoli had completed the turn though, he leapt at him, taking back his normal shape. Raoli blurred back, and punched him hard in the ribs, then he grabbed him by the belts criss-crossing his chest and put his face right in front of his.

"DAMEK!!!" he roared, "you should NOT have come!!!"

Damek just smiled slightly in return, not shaken in the least.

"AAGH!!!" Raoli, whose real name was actually Dorian, threw him across the room. Slamming against a pillar, Damek grunted and gasped for air. So Dorian HAD learned to do something with his dark faerie powers. Dorian stalked toward him, rage like a fiery volcano turned his eyes blood red, with his apparent mood. Damek's eyes stayed their dusty blue, he kept tight hold on his emotions. The thought of Dorian not doing so brought up even more disgust, and made Damek cringe inside.

"YOU - WILL - PAY!!" he screamed at Damek, white fire already forming on his fingertips. But before he had the chance to throw it, a yell tore through the chamber.

"NO Dorian!" Bridget shouted, running into sight.

"Bridget.." Damek muttered, too low to be heard by anybody, " don't please."

She came to stand in front of Dorian, her eyes stabbing icicles, "Damek is your KIN. Why are you so quick to kill?"

Dorian's eyes turned black, for deep hatred, "He was never worthy. Not fit even for our RACE."

Bridget answered in a flat tone, "YOU are the one without any control over your emotions."