Saturday, 31 March 2012

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Possible Book Cover!

I know it's a little crappy, but I tried my best. It is a draft, after all. Here ya go.


My Photo
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Friday, 30 March 2012

I Tried, I Failed.


I tried to write captions on Wordpad, because this different laptop doesn't have Microsoft Word, and it didn't work on paint, either. So I'll just do it on here...



                   *Gasp*
           He's    coming!

Skulduggery Photos












                            Darquesse?



                         Solomon Wreath




                         Cleaver






                                            A Possible Lord Vile?

More Funny Pictures






















Funny Cat and Dog Pictures

I know you all enjoy these things, because they make me laugh so hard, and I hope you like them. Here goes:























Magnificent!

Our magnificent Golden God has finally shown Skulduggery engulfed by shadows. Or Lord Vile. Amazingly magnifying. Here's a bigger version for you guys.

Death Bringer – out now in glorious paperback!


Tom Percival is by far my favourite illustrator. Tom Percival FTW.

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

I Thought About What You Said, Nix. Ordinary to Extraordinary, so I'm Restarting.


KAI OBLIVION

Chapter One

The Sanctuary



Jason Trim walked in to the warehouse. He was age eleven, wearing sneakers, jeans and a blue T-shirt. He had left his house to go for a walk, with his parents’ consent. He continued walking in the warehouse, and looked at all the wooden toys around him. There was a toy horse, a toy donkey, a toy dog and a lot more things. All made of wood. He stopped walking, and looked at the roof to see a wooden group of dragonflies hanging from string from the roof.

“Dragonflies,” Jason said.

And then Jason turned around and saw a door. He frowned, unsure.

“I could swear that wasn’t there before...” he muttered.

He opened the door, walked in. He cringed his face, getting used to the unusually bright corridor. It was like a slim box, steep stairs going downwards. He walked down the stairs and opened the door at the bottom. And then he almost screamed. It was a very tall gray figure with a scythe strapped to its back, its face masked with a visor. A flash of silver, and they had their scythes in their hands. He was going to be turned into pieces. He screamed and screamed, and a tall man came in to the room. “Stop! Stop!” the man screeched to the gray figures. They stopped, and returned their scythes to their places. The man was very tall, wore black leather shoes, neat pants and a fancy coat, tie and white shirt.

Jason had stopped screaming. He looked at the man, who had come over to comfort him.

“Who are you, boy?” the man asked.
“J-Jason. Jason Trim,” Jason said, his voice cracking.
“I’m Marxio Spin. Nice to meet you.”
Jason faltered. “Marxio Spin? What kind of name is that?”
“You’ll understand very soon. You see these gray people?”
“Yes.”
“They’re called Cleavers. Be very thankful that they’re on our side.”
“I’m relatively sure they tried to slice me up before...”
“Yes, well, you’re okay now, aren’t you?”
“I... I suppose.”

“Well, then, we shall not panic. Now I’m going to give you a book that you need to read. You need to hide this book, and show no one its contents, or tell anyone about these Cleavers or what you saw. Okay? You need to read all of this book and you also need to come back here the same time tomorrow.”
Jason nodded vigorously.


Jason came home, smiled at familiar surroundings.
“Mum, I’m home!” he called out.
“Okay, honey, we’re having rissoles for dinner,” she replied.
Jason ran upstairs, holding the book in his hands. He opened it, and started reading.

Magic it said.


Sunday, 18 March 2012

Kai Oblivion: Chapter Four


CHAPTER FOUR

The Good Times And Bad



Kai sat in the back of the Bentley, feeling uneasy at the speed at which Skulduggery was going. He had heard an awful lot of rumours about Skulduggery being insane. And, yet again, Sarci was sitting next to him, screeching.

"Do you know who I am!" he would screech. "This is unacceptable! Absolutely unacceptable!"
"Kai, could you stop your friend from vomiting in the car?" Skulduggery asked.
"What do you expect me to do?" Kai asked, a little disgusted.
Skulduggery smiled his fake face. "Push his head out the window, I'm sure Valkyrie will be very happy to tell Sarci when he's about to be pushed facefirst into a large pole."

Valkyrie shook her head at Skulduggery.
"Alright, I'm sure that will work fine," Kai said.
So, Kai stuck Sarci's head out the window, and he kept squirming and screaming.
"Shut up, or I'll wind the window up," Kai said sternly. And that persuaded him.

Eventually the Bentley came to a halt, and not once had Sarci had to jerk back away from something about to hit him in the face. They were at a worn-down warehouse.
"What is this place?" Kai asked. And then they saw a dog. They all got out - except for Sarci, and they closed their doors and locked it. Skulduggery came to Sarci's side and smiled his fake smile.
"If you do anything to my car, I will lock you in the boot," Skulduggery said.
Sarci nodded frantically, and Skulduggery smacked him. He turned towards the dog.
"Shoo," Skulduggery said.
Lavender Hope formed into a human, scowling at Skulduggery. Skulduggery looked dazed, with his fake face.
"I'm not a fly," Lavender said sternly.
“I know,” Skulduggery said. “But I would do the same to a dog sitting in front of a warehouse.”
“Any warehouse?” Lavender asked.
“Well, no. The dog could belong to a person that works in the warehouse. I’m not very fond about dogs...” Skulduggery said, adding a little queasiness to his voice.
“Well, this is just a guess, but do you dislike them because they’ll put hair in your clothes?”
“Yes. It makes me itchy.”
“But you have no skin...”
“Ah. Touché.”
Kai shook his head, snapping out of his trance. “Okay, let’s be normal people, now.”
“I’m insane,” Skulduggery said.
“Yes, but hopefully you can control that, can you not?”
“I’ll try my best...”



They all sat in the office. Sarci sat at the end, Kai sitting next to Lavender, Skulduggery sitting in the chair in opposition to Sarci, and Valkyrie sitting opposite to Lavender.

“What is your master’s plan?” Skulduggery asked.
“I will share nothing!” Sarci screamed.
“Oh, I think you will,” Skulduggery said.
Sarci faltered. “What makes you think I will?” Sarci snapped.

Skulduggery pulled out his gun, cocked the hammer back. “You’ve heard stories of me, I presume? Skulduggery Pleasant, brilliant detective? Or the Skeleton Detective? Or maybe, just maybe, you’ve heard I’ve been driven absolutely mad because the Faceless Ones put their hooks in my brain. Or my subconscious, because I don’t have a brain... Anyway, you’ll tell me what I want to know.”
“You scatterbrain, thinking I’ll tell you anything!” Sarci shouted.

“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, your brains will be scattered all over this room.”
Sarci faltered.

“I’m sorry. I’m scaring you, aren’t I? I’ll try a different perspective.”
After a moment, Skulduggery put a large smile on his fake face. “Hello, Sarci! It’s a pleasure seeing you, after all these years. Although I’ve never heard of you. Would you be so kind as to supply me with the information that you know your master has?”

“I have enough power to give me the time of ten lifetimes! What do you have to give me?”
Skulduggery aimed his gun at Sarci. “How about the rest of this lifetime?” Skulduggery said.
And then, Sarci burst. “Okay, Bangoshi wants to use the Soul Catcher on Erskine Ravel so he can have swap with Erskine’s life to do things to allow Bangoshi’s job easier!”
Kai spoke up. “What is your worst fear?” Kai asked.
“Moths,” Sarci said quickly.
After a moment of Kai whispering to Lavender, Lavender smiled. And then she turned into a moth, fluttering around the room. And then she fluttered on to his head. And then on to his shoulder.

“Are you telling the truth, Sarci?” Skulduggery asked.
“Y- yes,” Sarci said, stuttering.
“Are you absolute? Because if you don’t, Lavender will climb into your ear.”
Lavender quickly changed to a human. And she stifled a fake laugh. “Heh. No, I actually won’t.”
Skulduggery smiled casually. “Okay, then, Sarci, you’re free to go.”
“R-really?” Sarci said, his voice cracking from surprise.
“No, not really. You’ll be put in the holding cells for the time being, and the council of Elders will decide what happens to you. Kai, would you be kind enough...”
“Yes, Mr. Skeleton Detective. It’d be my pleasure.”

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Here. I know you've been waiting!


CHAPTER THREE

Thrill Of The Chase

Kai gave chase to the Necromancer. She was nimble, and very fast. She had a whip, coiled and attached to her belt and a trail of shadows lead behind it. She spun, throwing her cloak at Kai to create a diversion. A flash in the corridors, and he tore the cloak open with his two daggers. He yelled, and ran at the Necromancer. She took out her whip, cracking it and a line of sharp shadows flew at Kai. He spun, dodging, and slid under the Necromancer. He punched her, and her head cracked back. He kicked her in the back, and she fell down. Unbelievably fast, she spun, got on her feet, cracking the whip, and walked through the shadows, disappearing. Kai wiped blood from a scratch he didn’t know he had, exhausted. He continued walking, until he met the office of the Grand Mage. A glass desk, and a quill with a chandelier at the top of the room. There was a leather chair behind the glass desk, and looked awfully comfortable. Kai walked over, seeing a note. He opened it, and read.

I’m sure whoever is reading this note is either very angry, sad, or just lost. Good for you. If you want your Grand Mage back, you’ll give us what we want. You have a Soul Catcher. And you will give it to us, or we will kill your Grand Mage. And it will be slow, don’t you doubt that. Oh, and tell Sarci that we’re sorry for leaving him behind – actually, no, we’re not sorry.

Bangoshi Szlysack

Kai breathed heavily, and cursed under his breath. He would have to go to Ireland. He always enjoyed going to Ireland. It rained there, day and night. Even in summer. He was to go to the Sanctuary in Ireland. Yes, that was a good idea, he ensured himself. He walked back the way he came, found Sarci upside down with his hands touching his feet, all the blood going to his face.
“Very effective way of escaping,” Kai said smugly.
“Shut up,” Sarci screeched. “Shut up!

Kai arrived at Ireland on Friday, on a very long plane trip. He flied coach, even though he had quite a lot of money, but saw no real reason to spend more money for a more expensive class. The issue was, he sat next to a man who always snored. Always. Even when he was awake, he was snorting and making annoying noises. Kai had a scowl on his face the whole time, unable to get some sleep. And the worst of it was, Sarci kept complaining on the trip. As soon as they got to Haggard, Kai had left him with the handcuffs attached to a large metal pipe.

Kai looked at the Sanctuary in Roarhaven, two houses away from Bespoke Tailors. He walked in through the back, going down the steep stairs, opening the door. He was startled to see two Cleavers straightaway and Tipstaff, the Administrator, a rather grumpy man. He wore square gold rimmed glasses, white hair and a few days worth of beard growth. He had droop lines on his forehead, and mouth. Kai couldn’t imagine what Tipstaff would look like if he actually smiled.

Tipstaff lead him to a chair, and told him to wait there. Kai looked over, and saw a girl to be about the age of eighteen, and an awkwardly slim man. Kai could tell who they were off the bat. The pretty girl, was Valkyrie Cain. Her name travelled far, and she had the knack for raising the ire of people. The man next to her, the one missing a face, Skulduggery Pleasant. The legend, the man who had died and come back to life. About twenty minutes later, Erskine Ravel came out, and gestured them inside.

“Kai. I’ve read your file,” Erskine said proudly.
Kai stifled a chuckle. “Everyone’s read my file. It’s actually a bit annoying, since everyone assumes they know everything about me.”
Erskine nodded, and Valkyrie looked over at him, giving him a cute smile.
The slim man spoke, and his voice sounded seductive. Warm. Safe. “We’ve heard of your situation, Kai.”
Kai quickly turned his head to Skulduggery. “How do you know?”
“Bangoshi sent one of his spies here. Not a spy so much as an Elemental who kept lighting himself on fire... But the ‘spy’ had the note. One directly to us.”
“We can’t give them a Soul Catcher.”
“Why not?” Skulduggery asked.
Everyone in the room looked at him.
Why not?” Erskine said severely.
Skulduggery gave a little chuckle. “You’re cheeky, Erskine. I said that!”
Valkyrie’s shoulders shook in laughter, and Kai tried his best to hold his grin back.
“All the Remnants are locked away. It’s not like they can use it for anything,” Skulduggery said happily.
Kai spoke up. “Actually, our Sanctuary has a... secret Soul Catcher. It’s only ever been used twice, and it has the ability to take the soul of a real person, trapping them, and it can either be released back into their original body, or another dead body. Or it could be released into the air... which is cruel.”

Skulduggery cocked his head at an angle. He took off his hat, wiping the brim, although Kai couldn’t see anything on it.
“You need Grand Mage Kharus, yes?” Erskine asked.
“Yes, we do,” Kai said quickly.
“Too bad we don’t actually have any source of information to find them,” Valkyrie said.

Kai grinned. “Actually, I have a person. He’s rather odd, though, has no sense of dress taste, and uses fighting stances that aren’t really fighting stances. And he can’t escape a building.”
“I don’t get along well with people with bad dress taste...” Skulduggery muttered.
“Well, then, where is this odd person?” Erskine asked.
“He’s attached to a pipe,” Kai said.
“Scapegrace has escaped when I attached him to a pipe,” Skulduggery said.
“Yes, well, this odd person is... well, quite frankly, very stupid,” Kai said, smiling.

Erskine waved to them as they left, and Valkyrie looked at Kai. “Well, we have some interrogating to do,” Valkyrie said.

Here You Go, Rabid Readers


CHAPTER TWO

Losers, Winners And The People In Between

Kai stared at the light in the middle of his room. It was just floating there. He passed his hand through it, no warmer than bathwater. He had created it, during his nightmare. And, out of all people, his nightmares were absolutely horrible. They were worse than what had happened in the reality of Kai’s life, and that was bad enough. He aimed his hand at the ball.

Dark.  Kai thought, and the ball of light disappeared. He got up out of bed and put his feet on the floor, sighed. He couldn’t sleep. He got up, and tapped the mirror, and his reflection walked out.

“Yes?” The reflection asked.
“I need you to take my place,” Kai said wearily.
The reflection looked confused. “Sleep? I don’t think I’m capable of that.”
“Do you mind just lying in bed with your eyes open all night, then?”
The reflection faltered. And then... “I will try my best to sleep.”
“Good,” Kai said, and then opened his cupboard. He leaned down to the trunk, grabbed the key that was in a small compartment in the cupboard, put it in the keyhole in the trunk, twisted, and opened it. He grabbed his black clothes, and then shut the trunk again. He went to the bathroom, undressed, and put on his black clothes. He put on the black undergarment, closed up the silver clasps. Then, he put on his long coat, but didn’t close it up. He put on his tight trousers, and then put on his boots with the identical silver vines on them. He walked out of the bathroom, and told his reflection to put on the pyjamas. Kai walked to the window, opened it, climbed out, hung on to the window sill, and dropped. He landed in a crouch, and then righted himself. He walked in to the bushes, and sighed. The moon cast illuminating shadows on the floor, the breeze making the trees dance.



Kai looked at the old warehouse, its façade fading after many years without a new paint job. He pulled out a key, with a curly top and a small red ribbon tied to it. He unlocked the door, and then put the key in the pocket on the inside of his coat. He walked through the door, closing it behind him. It was a narrow room, lino on the floor, with steep stairs and a door to the right. Kai walked up the stairs, but didn’t engage the door to the right. He faced the left, and then placed his hand on the wall.
He had forgotten the password. Again. He thought of the movie, Harry Potter.
He put his hand on the wall, and said, “Lemon sherbet!”
“Well, it was worth a try...” he muttered. He put his fingers on his temples and rubbed. Think, Kai thought, think. And then, suddenly, he remembered it.
“Dragonflies,” Kai said. And then a door faded into view. He smiled, satisfied, and then walked through the door. Kai gasped, shook his head.
“No,” he breathed.

Blood was splattered on a wall, and a Cleaver with a hole through its head slumped underneath the blood splatter. Another down the stairs, one of its arms torn off. Kai jumped down all the stairs, pushed off the wall before he smacked into it. He twirled, and there were Cleavers dead everywhere. One of them decapitated, some with windpipes torn out. Kai shook his head. This was wrong. What or who did this? Kai saw a dead vampire, both its legs torn off. But it wasn’t only vampires. Vampires didn’t wield guns. And then he saw an arm, singed, but Kai could tell it was from a zombie. Even zombies didn’t wield guns. That means Bangoshi Trank had been through here, with him and his group. He walked and then he saw a man, attempting to look gothic. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt, white makeup, and bottle-black hair. Kai just stared at him, noting how pathetic he looked. And then he started shrieking. Kai cringed his face, annoyed.

“Shut up,” Kai said.
The pathetic excuse for a gothic stopped shrieking. And then he looked at Kai.
“What did you say? What did you just say to me!
Kai smiled like he was the gothic’s friend. “I said shut up. Is there an issue with that?”
Do you know who I am!” the gothic screeched.
“No, not really,” Kai said, a little confused.
“I am the almighty Sarci Vakish!” the gothic shouted, a little overenthusiastic.
“I’ve... never heard of you. And I’ve read everyone’s file. At least the people who are important...”
Did you just say I’m not important?!” Sarci screamed.
“No, I said-”
“You did! You said I’m not important!”
“Hey. No. Calm down, you, I didn’t say that I just... haven’t – look, Sarci, there are just people who are more important than you.”
“I am highly important!” Sarci shouted.

And then Sarci ran at Kai. He put his head forward, and his arms back, and he looked like he was about to charge at Kai like a rhino. And he did. He ran forward, and Kai casually moved to the side, and Sarci smashed into the wall, he crumpled up.
“...Ow...” he murmured.

Kai pulled out his handcuffs and put them on Sarci. He squirmed, screeching how important and powerful he was, and then Kai pulled out his gun, and that persuaded Sarci. He stopped screeching, and then Kai put the gun away.

Kai then took off Sarci’s chain belt, and tied Sarci’s handcuffs to a pipe. Then Kai walked through the white corridors, except for the parts splattered with blood. He spun, seeing a small trail of shadow that quickly passed, and Kai ran at the Necromancer.

Yeh, this is my story. I dunno if it's good or not, but... Yeah.


CHAPTER ONE

Pink Mist

Kai Oblivion stood, clad in black, wielding his twin daggers. A vampire stood in front of him, pure white, veins sticking out, pitch eyes and jagged teeth. It hissed snarled, attempting to rip Kai open. He jerked back, and flipped to the side. He gripped the daggers tighter now, his knuckles turning white. Lightning fast, the daggers were in his holsters either side of his black coat. He made a ball of light, throwing it at the vampire. It pushed it back, and the vampire staggered, hissed. It clawed at him, and the impact on Kai’s coat made him fall to the ground. He pushed himself under the vampire, and was now behind it. He stood up, and then, a flash, and the dagger was in the vampires back. It looked dazed as it turned around. It pulled the dagger out, and dropped it. Kai could see its veins turning bluish green, the poison that was in the dagger. The vampire shrieked, cheated out of its kill. And then, it exploded. Just exploded into pink mist, bits of it falling to the ground. Kai put his arm over his eyes as it exploded as the bits fell to the ground. He put his arm down by his side and sighed, exhausted. The head remained there. He kicked it in to the water.

“They always try to kill me,” Kai said tiredly. He sighed, and made his way back to his house.



Kai came out from behind the hedges, and opened a little door at the side of the house, which was supposed to be some sort of laundry chute. Kai had found out the door was connected to his room, and there was actually stairs in it for him to climb. That had been an addition Kai himself added. He went through the door, and crouched until he reached the stairs. He climbed them, and then, oh so slowly, lifted the trapdoor and checked the room. All he could see was his reflection there, playing on Kai’s iPod. Kai opened the trapdoor all the way, entered the room, closed the trapdoor and righted the carpet. He saw his reflection and tilted his head.
Do you like that game?” Kai asked, confused.
The reflection turned his head to face him. “I’m incapable of emotion,” the reflection said blankly.
Kai tended to treat his reflection like a real human. Kai had used the reflection for over ten years now, and it had begun to be independent. It had done things it shouldn’t have, like when it skipped school and went to the Sanctuary instead – and it started believing that it was actually Kai for a short period of time, and that’s when Kai got a new reflection. Like an exchange. The one he had now had been used for over two years. He gestured to the full-length mirror, and the reflection walked to it, and then walked in it. When he walked in it, the mirror rippled. Like a pebble being thrown into a pond.
And then, “Are you ready –”
“Yes, I’m ready to resume my life,” Kai said with a tint of rage. He tapped the mirror, and it rippled again. The memories spun around, finding their place, and residing next to his own memories. His reflection, known as Jason Lagron, had just waited around until the first class. Jason didn’t actually have any friends. Everyone called him things like ‘weirdo’ and ‘freak’ and other nasty words. Jason didn’t actually care. There had been science, then maths, then English, then Spanish class, which Kai didn’t care for, but his parents had put it up to him. And then when the reflection waited for the bus, a man with an upturned collar and a black fedora pulled over his brow reached for him, about to grab his arm, the reflection unknowing of the whole thing. And then the swarm of teenagers exploded out of the gates like bees escaping from a hive that’d been hit with a baseball bat. The man quickly disappeared into the shadows. And it wasn’t a walking behind the wall, he literally disappeared into the shadows. Kai shook his head, a smug smile on his face. The man didn’t know the reflection was a reflection. Which gave Kai the advantage. Kai walked to his cupboard, and picked out a black hoodie, and pyjama pants which had the football team Tigers logo on it. He walked downstairs, and saw his little brother, Tyson, playing with LEGO bricks, his dad reading the newspaper and his mother cooking dinner. He went to the kitchen, hugged his mum. “Hi, Jason,” she said, a little startled. She didn’t expect her seventeen-almost-eighteen son to hug her. He walked to the living room, and hugged his dad.

“Hey, Dad,” Kai said.

“Hi, buddy,” his dad said.

He looked over at Tyson, playing with LEGO, making little explosion sounds with his mouth and smashing the things he builded. Tyson refused to talk to anyone except for Kai, because he was autistic. He walked to Tyson and smiled. He hugged him, and Tyson looked up and giggled. “Hey, Ace,” Kai said. Tyson had blonde hair and green eyes. Kai gave him a little scruffle of his hair. “What are you building?” Kai asked.
“Pocket.”
Kai tilted his head, confused. “Pardon?”
“Pocket.”
Kai looked at what he was building, and realised what he was making. “Rocket ship?” Kai asked.
Tyson nodded. “Pocket.”
Kai searched in the big LEGO box and found fire, and added it to the back. “There, Tyson.”

“Dinner!” his mother called, and Kai smiled. He was hungry. Extremely hungry. He looked back at Tyson, and grabbed his face and made it face Kai, which was the only way to get Tyson to listen to you. “Din din,” Kai said, which was the trigger word to get Tyson to eat.

Spaghetti Bolognese was dinner, which Kai loves. He stuffed it in to his mouth, realising it had been a day since he had eaten, unless half a pack of Skittles for breakfast counted.

Kai finished his dinner, and so had everyone else. He stood up, and cleared everyone’s plates. He was holding one in each hand and one on each arm. The one on his right arm fell, and he threw the plate up in his right hand, grabbed the plate that was about to smash, rested it on his arm and caught the plate he threw into the air. Everyone was staring at him, even Tyson. He gave a nervous chuckle, and smiled. “Beginners luck...” he said.



Kai finished clearing the table, and then walked up to his room, and gave his head a little bang on the wall. “How could I be so stupid?” Kai asked. He had made the mistake of... well, quite frankly, it was technically using awesome reflexes. He called his best friend, Avena Tanks. She was there two minutes later. She had used the ‘laundry chute’ to get up, also.
“Hey, Kai,” Avena said.
“Hey...”
Avena tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Kai said, a little defensive.
Avena frowned, and Kai sighed.
“Some guy is trying to get my reflection...” Kai said cautiously.
Avena looked sceptical. “What happened to the Kai that would grab them, ask them a few questions, and then cave their head in?”
Kai chuckled. “Still here,” he said. “But the guy is either stupid, or he’s very smart and he’s going to my reflection instead of me because the reflection knows some of the Sanctuary secrets.”
Avena nodded, but wasn’t looking at Kai, like she was in a trance.
“You don’t care, do you?” Kai said sternly.
“No... not really. Not because I don’t care for you, it’s just I think you’re overreacting, because I believe you can do this by yourself. You’ve proved that you’re a great detective and warrior when you beat up Sanguine in Ireland. And then Tanith. Although you didn’t actually beat Tanith up too much. Because you’re a softie,” she said and gave him a little punch – a friendly punch.
“I suppose so. Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah. You will,” she said, and jumped through the window, quickly flipping in to the hedges, running off.