Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tassadar's Legacy: Chronicles: Dark Light ❯ When Raves Go Wrong... ( Chapter 1 )

The Hall is dark. Techno and laser light pulse everywhere in a constant beat for the crowd screaming below. The DJ screams along with the crowd as a somewhat controlled riot that some call a Rave ensues. Blood and hearts pulsing to the rhythm, dazzled by the sights and sounds, driven to a primal state from a sensory overload. Akira sees all this and sighs. He would've liked this...

She'd been invited to this place to sit in the VIP balcony seats, away from the crowd. She didn't know why, but at least the DJ is good. She tapped her feet, driven by the music as well, but at a much more peaceful meditative level unlike the animals ripping themselves apart down below. She sighed.

Unbeknownst to her, she's being watched. A few from the only door, a number around the tables, and a secluded one in the shadows. One of them wishes ill will, the other good. Only the one in the shadows is aware of all the players. No one is aware of him.

A man in a suit approaches Akira. He stops some feet away, admiring her openly. Who wouldn't though? Akira Telman, at 5'11”, shapely hips, C cups, shoulder length purple tipped midnight black hair, lavender blue eyes, and a grace belied only by her thin but wiry muscles, Akira is every inch the visage of a dark goddess; firey, terrible, and devastatingly beautiful.

The man in the suit, smug and confident, sat beside her and asked, “Would you like a drink?” Akira sized him up with distaste, summing up in her mind's eye the image of a grease burger, she replied, “No thank you, I don't drink.” The man's smile is unpleasant. He shrugged and replied, “That's too bad. I could've given you a good time. If you come with me, we could still have a little fun.” Akira's eyes narrowed at the barely concealed come on's. Who does this guy think he is? Something isn't adding up. A glance over his shoulder left her with a sinking feeling, proven right.

Before, her balcony had consisted of just her and a few guests. Now, the guests are gone, and 4 of the tables are occupied by 3-4 suited men, each. Even the door had two suited men standing guard. Akira took all this in, swallowing reflexively, she asked, “What do you want?” The suit leered and leaned closer and attempted to placate by saying, “I just want to talk… and maybe get to know you a little better,” his eyes swept her frame at his words and continued, “But not here. You'll come with me if you know what's good for you.” He laid a hand on her arm. She threw it off and put some distance between them, snarling, “Touch me again and I'll scream!”

The man laughed loudly, sending a chill down Akira's spine. The man leered at her and said, “And who would hear you? Even if you were heard, we own this joint. No one will stop us.” He made to grab Akira again, only to stop as out of nowhere, a man clad only in black stepped out of the shadows and in between Akira and the greaseburger. “Who're you?” the man asked growing angry. Akira eyed this new person fearfully. The feeling of danger practically rolls off him in waves. She bit her lip and watched as the man in black crossed his arms and said, “She wants you to leave her alone.” Akira's eyes widened. This guy is helping her? Maybe there is a little hope after all. The man in the suit snorted and pulled a gun from out of nowhere and leveled it at the man in black and said, “Fat chance. She's coming with us, and no costume freak is going to stand in our way.” He was about to pull the trigger. Akira flinched, but the bang never came. Instead, the man had frozen, and a red line appeared along his body, before it split into two halves along this seam.

Akira gasped. She'd seen death before, but she'd never seen it happen right in front of her this close. It scared her, especially considering the man in black hadn't moved. The other men were scrambling and pointing guns at the both of them and a couple shouted, “What did you do!” and “How the @#$% did you do that!?” The man in black regarded them calmly and said, “Leave her alone and you may live.” Some of them hesitated, but another said, “@#$% that!” and opened fire. Light and sparks flashed in front of the man in black and the other men fell dead from their own bullets. The man in black slowed his arms down, and Akira finally saw the arm blades sticking out of his sleeves, smoking slightly.

Abruptly, the man in black turned to her and said, “There are more coming.” Akira bit her lip and asked, “How will we get out of here?” The man in black walked to the edge of the balcony and looked up. Then he looked back and asked, “Can you trust me?” Akira was taken aback by the question. Could she trust him? She didn't even know him! But he had saved her life and more just now. Tentatively, she stepped forward and said, “Yes, I can trust you.” The man in black nodded and beckoned her closer saying, “Hold on to me.” Akira, wondering what was going on, wrapped her arms around his chest and he put an arm around her waist, picking her up slightly. “Hold on tight.” Said the man in black. Akira squeezed tightly and the man in black jumped off the balcony. Akira screamed, seeing her life flash before her eyes, until she spotted thick chains slide out of his jacket, collar, and sleeves and imbed themselves in the walls and wrap around pillars. These chains dragged them up the floors fast enough to avoid the stream of men in suits trying to follow and shoot at them. The chains, practically alive, would sometimes jerk out and snatch one of the men and fling him 20 stories down into the crowd below.

Meanwhile, Akira was trying not to have a heart attack, both for how fast and how precarious this method of travel is, and no small amount of terror filled her as she watched the chains and realized only one man would be able to do that, and despite how insane the very idea of it is, she couldn't deny it. Reclusive demonic killer Abyssal Angel is rescuing her. Through the gunfire and insanity though, Akira couldn't help but note that the entire time he held her he's been firm but gentle. Everything she'd heard was slowly starting to unravel as the man famous for being a loner continued to risk his life to save her. Finally getting to the top floor, Angel set her down and said, “Get through that door!” As soon as it opened, a bunch of men came running up and gunning at them. Angel shot his arm blades out of his sleeves and connected the two halves together to form a double ended glaive and moving with a speed that one could barely see, most of the men were mowed down by their own ricochet. Turning, Angel grabbed Akira around the waist and ran upstairs onto the roof.

Even on the roof, they continued to run, as men poured onto the roof after them. Akira kept holding on tight when Angel's feet left the roof and they flew between the towering skyscrapers. As soon as they were out of range of the concert hall, Akira thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, until a large number of hover bots, both mercenary, military, and police, descended out of nowhere upon them, sending bullets and shattered glass everywhere. Angel sped up and covered Akira with part of his coat to keep glass away from her. Akira was really glad at that moment that she likes roller coasters so much. That's about as much as she could compare it to as Angel dove around, hoisting himself with his chains. On and on they flew and Akira closed her eyes tight and wish it would be over and that it was just a bad dream and she would wake up. Suddenly the noise stopped and she felt herself pressed up against something, with a body pressed tight against her front, and a hand over her mouth. Akira's eyes flew open wide at the compromising position and would've tried to knee him in the groin when she spotted a number of the hoverbots milling around behind him. She couldn't understand why they didn't see them until she noticed that chains crisscrossed over them both shielding them from view completely, yet she could see through them. She guessed it to be some kind of camouflage and kept completely still.

After what seemed an eternity holding her breath and trying very hard to ignore just how Angel's body was pressing into hers in all the right places, the hoverbots continued on past the area to continue searching. Without a second wasted, and still keeping Akira pressed closely to himself, Abyssal Angel used the chains to silently pull themselves up to the top of the building. Once there, Angel took to vaulting over the rooftops, using them as anchors to keep the chains swinging them forward. He also kept Akira wrapped up in his coat to protect her from the cold and thin atmosphere up here. It would be very difficult to breathe.

After quite some time, Angel slowed down. Akira felt this, but knew better than to turn to see where they were. After all, her back feels like it's going to freeze off. Angel lands and walking quickly, comes up to a certain point on the roof and quickly walks in a spiral path only he can see and winds up just off center. As soon as he does, he sinks into the roof, bringing Akira along with him.