The Begining

[harrypotterfan:)]

Not nessacarily, do you want to read another snipit of Dec, though this time with another character, when i finish this one, of course.

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~K~

i'll be glad to read another amazing piece of yours
what's going to happen is cella going to die or decimas  :-\ the suspense is killing me ;)

[Kiara Johnson]

As the Necromancer began to once again advance on her, the small girl narrowed her eyes at him again; her lip curled in a snarl that she realized came from her this time. It was a bit of a shock; she had no idea what was pressing her forward to stand against such an evil and potentially health danger as he. She had no clue as to why she was acting this way, but she had found courage the likes she had never before known, and his slight hesitation and the fact that he hadn't slain her already remained in her mind as he pressed his sword now against her throat, threatening the same.

"Maybe I SHOULD kill you now, maybe I 'should' bring you into my soulless afterlife with all the rest, maybe I 'should' be greedy."

His words seemed to echo quietly in her somehow clearing mind as she felt the small sting of the tip of his sword against her neck. She could feel her heart rate slow, her breath ease up, almost as though she were about to sleep and then, she did something that perhaps scared her more than it would have him and she leaned forward into the blade now settled at her neck, allowing the tip to prick her soft skin, just far enough forward so that her blood would seep over the metal that now stung harshly against her and she gazed at him, her eyes no longer angry but somehow peaceful.

"I think, that if you could kill me, you would have already done as much." She stated, her voice coming to him as if in a dream to her own ears. "I haven't the slightest reasoning as to why, but for some reason, I think you are bluffing as well, I don't think you could kill me even if you truly wanted." She continued, ignoring his rant about his self-importance.

Everything was dreamlike now, all sound, except for the sound of her own voice and the sound of his breathing seemed to exist, even the walking dead, as they marched like perfect puppets from the hospital into the city street were not but colors as they passed her by.

All her life, she knew she was different, and now, faced with such a situation that would entail life or death in her case, a great many questions began to mull about in her mind, some of which, she was certain this awful man knew the answers to.

"You know something Necromancer, tell what it is you know about me." She stated. "I know you know, I seen your hesitations and even smelled your silent fear. Why won't your foul creatures come near me? Why won't you kill me, or more to the point..." She let her lips turn up in an almost sadistic smile that was not her at all, "Why can't you?" She ended, her violet eyes flashing with even more intensity now than ever before as she now seemed to gaze upon him in wonder.

[Ginny Weasly]

As always, Kiara, wondeful job. Intresting and creepy. Not to mention slightly dark writting. I love it.

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look kiara i told you someone wouldpost more replies sooner of later ;D
i think cella kind of knows her powers now
so excited ;D

[Kiara Johnson]

(Thanks Gin and indeed, though does she really? Will she remeber all of this?  These are the questions you must ask yourself, now, to continue)


Dark blood from the radiating girl ran slowly and gradually down the rune carved blade of the necromancers sword as he stared in awe from the cover of darkness under his hood. Just then, as she confronted him, Decimas realised his mistake and closed his eyes to collect himiself as he smacked himself on the head in his own mind. He could feel the death in his blade moving into the bleeding skin at its tip, and when he opened his eyes to look at her, Decimas saw the eerie darkness creeping into the flesh of her neck as though it was actually a physicl force.

Should have let it be, he thought, should have just walked on by and left the girl crying in the lobby on her own to be flooded and scared by the sea of walking dead men from the rooms of her own hospital. He should have let her be traumatised, watching as the women and children marched through the lobby and into the streets as living drones of the necromancer's sadistic gift of an undead afterlife. He would have saved himself a lot of trouble, he thought, by letting the creature be. Sometimes he even annoyed himself, something that confused him more than anything. He never could understand why he couldn't leave well enough alone, why he had to thingy around when he had work to tend to. What a contradiction he was, always so compulsive about his work, always so delicate and precise, always so paranoid and careful, but at the same time he couldn't help but take his pride and confidence too far. How dreadfully ironic.

"I have use for you, little girl." He finally said, having collected his thoughts after her unexpected reaction. "You're a part of my dream, and my forces don't tend to work against me." Decimas slowly drew his sword out of and away from Cellas neck as he watched the dark essence still growing around the small cut in her flesh. "A sacrifice can still be made though, dearest, if it has to be." He grinned sinically as he allowed the darkness under his hood to lighten up enough to show the form of his lips and a glimpse of his eyes, the tip of his sword slowly and delicately tracing down the front of the girl, barely touching the material of her shirt, barely cutting into it as he stopped the blade moving over her heart and right near her name tag. Taking a healthy breath in and licking his lips once as he stared at the tip of his blade over her heart, Decimas looked sadistically calm, purposely of course, and still held an eir of confidence, his lips still showing form, and his eyes still vaguely visible.

"I'd best be on my way dear." He said to her, with a disturbing smile spreading his lips as he started to step forwards, walking next to her, his sword sliding around her as he moved his wrist to never touch the blade to her again. He didn't need her to have even more evidence of her strength, and he couldn't afford to tell her what she was. He couldn't afford to have one more person on the other side, he didn't want her knowing she could stand against him. "I've got work yet to be done tonight," he continued, slowly turning his head back to look at her as he walked by, "People to be killed and their bodies to be risen up again."

"I'll be seeing you again Cella." He said with a great grin just as he started to turn his head away from her again to face forward, his arm starting to bring his sword back down to his side. "We have a future to build."

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[quote author=Kiara Johnson link=topic=3654.msg163757#msg163757 date=1175830554
"I'll be seeing you again Cella." He said with a great grin just as he started to turn his head away from her again to face forward, his arm starting to bring his sword back down to his side."We have a future to build."
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great future to build? did he see something that cella did not see?

[Kiara Johnson]

But of course he sees somehting she does not see.. lol...  He KNOWS what she is, where-as she has no clue, she simply just knows she isn't quite like all the otehr little girls she grew up with. lol  And here we go...)


A few moments after Cella had pricked herself on the sharp point of his sword, and only after she had made her demands of knowledge, her mind seemed to begin to numb, almost as if she had been thrown into some dreamland where she was looking out from inside a stained glass coffin, everything mingling together shapes all meshing together as one, sounds blocked out completely now, all but his voice, his was the only one her mind would allow, almost as if his was the only one that mattered. She was finding it harder and harder to resist listening to him, her eyes fixed now on his hidden face, on the shadow that faced her, haunted her mind and then his lips, his eyes seemed to burn an image into her brain, she would not forget those features, they would be the very thing to haunt her forever more it seemed, that cruel smile, his harsh words.

What was it he said, yes, he needed her; he wanted her for something, but what? She dared not ask, her mind not allowing her to move further against him for some reason now, almost as if he had taken slight control over her motor skills and willed her to stay put, she seemed to want to obey.

"You're a part of my dream..." He had said but how was she to be a part of HIS dream, couldn't she only interfere? Be a thorn in his side, an annoyance to what he wished for? She couldn't understand, she continued to gaze fixedly at his lips as he spoke now. She could feel him slide the blade down her chest and settle it just over where her heart would be and she tilted her head slightly to the side, a quizzical look coming to her dimming lavender eyes, the violet aura about the hall as well beginning to fade as he continued to speak to her and her mind seemed to be loosing its grip on what was real and what was memory. Barely audible, and somewhere in the back of her numbing mind she could hear herself screaming for her to wake, but she barely listened, she was to focused on his every word, his movements, her entire being seemingly, and for the moment, paralyzed in his presence.

She didn't even realize he had taken his sword away, but she felt him move around to her side, watched through a haze as he moved, the colors of his person leaving a dark trail behind him as if someone had wiped a cloth through a painting of grays and black before her eyes, eyes that didn't follow him but remained staring ahead of her, into a sea of swirling color, brighter than that of his, colors that seemed to be passing her at a slow and uneven pace. Her mind tried to tell her she should know what they were, but she couldn't focus on the walking dead as they passed by, giving the both of them wide birth as they went.

She nodded her head as he told her he'd be seeing her again. It was almost as if she had expected him to state that fact, as if she wanted it. "We have a future to build." He said, and those words seemed to burn themselves into her mind, echoing through her skull as if he were to be stating them over and over again and again and then she turned her head to look at him as he began to move away.

"I await your next visit Necromancer. Though I do not see a future for us, not if your dream conflicts with mine." She stated in a voice that seemed hollow and distant, even to her.

Cella's legs then gave out and she fell to the floor now sitting on the calves of her legs, her hands supporting her weight, head bent to the floor as her fiery locks fell to cover her face completely. "I will see you fall..." She stated just before she passed out on the floor, the wounds on her hands from her nails gone, the small cut on her throat closing up, holding in the darkness of death that had crept in from the sword, to remain there, a bit of the Necromancer that would continue to fight against her will, for how long, would not be known. Though by the time she would wake, she would remember little of their conversation, the pictures and images of this night would surely haunt her for a very long time.

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i thought cella saw something and that's why she was more confident against decimas

[Kiara Johnson]

((She does know that he Knows something, and even seh doesn't know what moved her to grow agressive against him, that is just it, she DOESN"T know.... but she knows that he knows))



Dark shadows started to shift hurriedly by as those few people walking the streets at such a late hour in the night started to run about panicking and screaming, running from the hords of walking dead that were flowing into the city streets. The necromancer continued to walk to the front doors of the hospital without looking back at the girl who he knew was then fading away into a lulled state of unconciousness. He could feel her energy waning behind him as the masses of corpses marched on past her, still allowing the girl that little clearing around her in the crowd.

A blood curdling scream sounded through the streets of Karador just as Decimas walked through the doors to the outside amongst the hundred and eighty plus moaning deceased. He smiled as he glanced about at the scene before him, windows shattered and doors broken open as his army of dead forced their way into peoples homes along the road. Those few people that had been out in the streets had by then been overcome by the masses and been chewed into by the necromancers sadist creatures.

The streets became filled and crowded by the freshly risen dead from the hospital beds as Decimas started heading down the street in one direction along with many of the dead. The moaning groaning crowd of newly deceased zombies split apart and wandered in every direction that could be found, heading in both directions up and down the street and splitting off into the alleys and the homes along the way. The more than a hundred and eighty corpses flowed fluently through the area and decimas sortof faded into the drowd of them, though not entirely as he was still wearing his hooded cloak and walking by his own will, moving still as an individual rather than the herd that he had recently risen from the dead.

As the masses spread apart into more streets and more homes, more people screamed and more corpses were made. Decimas had made his way to the front of the crowd he had started to march in and walked with some confidence in his strides as he came across a few people in the streets who had heard the noise and come out to stand their ground in a futile attempt at honorable heroism. The people that stood in the street ahead of him and some even walked towards him, were armed with the likes of shovels and fire stokers as they had come from their homes in the night to stand against the army of raiding corpses that threatened their neighborhood. "You all are fools." Decimas said allowed, his head still bowed under his dark hood.

The necromancer at the front of the pack of living dead was quite obviously a first target of the mean standing there infront of him. One man even marched right up to Decimas with a fire stoker and readied himself to take a swing as the other dozen men went to hold back the army of dead, defending the frontman, as it were, who was headed for the attack on Decimas. The necromancer looked up just as the man came three feet from him and was starting to swing his stoker at him. The man looked deep into the abysmal darkness under the necromancers hood when they looked at each other, and in that moment of slight surprise on the mans face when he could see nothing but black inside the dark hood of the villain before him, Decimas drew his sword from his back in one swift and fluent motion and straightened it infront of himself driving it directly through his assailents abdomen. Decimas continued to walk casually forward as his sword stuck through the man as far as the handle until they stood side by side, the man holding an open gasp on his face as the necromancer held his sword and pressed it firmly against the dying man. Flowing tendrils of mystic darkness flowed about the mans body and came into view as they spread to his neck and face. Pressing against the man and pushing down on the handle of his sword, Decimas knelt down slightly as he brought the man down to the ground with a look of sadistic sadisfaction upon his own face as though the feeling of taking the mans life was almost orgasmic. "Silenti etc mos orior oriri ortus." He spoke under his breath but still loud enough for others to hear.

Decimas withdrew his sword from the mans torso as he stood back up and started to once again to walk casually and confidently down the street towards the greatly decreased group of hopeless rebels to the necromancers cause. Those men with their houshold tools in the streets had fought stupidly, ignorently, hopelessly. The blows they struck upon the marching zombies fell almost like rocks in the water. For as much force as the men could put into their swings, for as much damage as they could inflict on the corpses, the living dead simply took the damage and kept marching on them. Of the whole tussle only one zombie had been seerely damaged to the point where he was nearly useless, while there stood only another two hopeless heroes by the time Decimas looked up at them. "Sticks and stones will break their bones," He said with a grin on his unseen face, and spoken in a deep menacing tone as he looked at the two remaing men before him. "but the dead will still march on." He rose the flat side of his sword to one man that had gotten infront of him and pushed back against the deviants shovel with it and pressed back against the mans chest, pushing him to the ground, nocking him on his ass. Once the man was on the ground Decimas turned his sword on its side again and slashed the man across the chest, speading that force of darkness through his body as well, but payed no further attention as the last man was haulled down by the overpowering mass of corpses.

The first few of those men had started to rise again, joining the necromancers hords and Decimas simply walked ahead and slipped off into the darker corners in the streets unlit by the torches on the posts. As the crowd continued to march and more miscellanious men walked into the streets with ignorent hopes of putting up a semblence of a fight to the hords of dead, Decimas slipped away into the shadows and darkness, into the alleys behind the buildings and effectively dissapered into the eronious corners of the city, leaving the rampage for the night up to the mindless army he had created that night.

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((Decimas's army of the dead??LOL I like it ;D ))

[Ginny Weasly]

Kiara, you know how much I love you, right?

Haha. Still, you havn't lost your touch.

[harrypotterfan:)]

((She is an inspirational, and Kiara is a great writer, I told you Kiara that if you keep writing more people will comment you. ;) ;D ))

[Lola_La_Fringe7]

um keira u dont mind do you but im printing this and sharing this with every1 i no ok

[dobby888]

Kiara I think that you are a fanominal writer, and you inspired me to write fan fictions of my own, all though... mine allways turn out happy no matter what sadness I bring upon them... so any ways keep going and.... BUMPY!

[Kiara Johnson]

thanks, though the bump to this one is Seeking Answers,  I am glad you enjoyed it