The Corrosion of Faith

[Kai]

No,No I can't do this.

Kai was wadging a war against himself. He left the window and got out of the room. Kai needed to talk to someone but he couldn't find anyone and it seemed like the part of him that was looking was held back by the part of him that didn't want him too.

[Kaitalish]

I look up at Eragon.

"Perfect." I mutter to myself with a grin.

"You there!" I call out. "Do you have a moment?"

[Eragon]

Eragon see's the person call to him.

"Who are you and what do you want," Eragon asked.


He had a feeling that he shouldn't be talking to this person.

[Eragon]

Eragon waited for this person to respond. What an idiot Eragon thought. Although this person was big he was probably not that smart. And you know what the say the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Eragon put up his electro-pshycotic sheild.

[Kaitalish]

((Way to milk a free post out of the system instead of waiting a minute for me to reply...))

I size up Eragon.

"You seem a formidable warrior. Do you seek to learn the way to true power?"

[Eragon]

((Yeah, sorry about that))

Eragon looked at him.

"What is true power. They are different form's of power. Yes I would like true power in some form's but not all. What kind of power are you reffering to?" Eragon asked.

[Satsujin]

((Ok.. That is the second time Satsujin has talked to someone directly and been completely ignored... I am getting tired of this...))

"...."

Satsujin turns from where the General was and walks away, not looking back at Void and Eris.

"You two..." He says in a voice that seemed to shake the very earth with his hatered.

"Do what ever suits you... I will be in hiding, building my power... Regaining that which I have lost in the transition to this world. Void. You will be in charge of the Nihilists for a time. Any one wishing to join, you judge, then decide whether or not to let them in. I will be back before this Louhi thing is finished..."

With that, Satsujin walked into the ever darkening hallway until he was completely out of sight.
Suddenly Void felt power given to him, more power than he had ever had. This was Satsujin's parting gift until his return..

[Kaitalish]

((I have to go drop my sister off at band, so I'll be back in about half an hour or so))

I smile. "The power I offer you is the power of blood. Through the sacrifice of blood, one can acheive truly extraordinary things, and they can boost their powers beyond the scope of most mortals. While one's own blood is often used, it is not necessary, other... sacrifices will suffice."

[Eragon]

Fine, give me that power. Get someone to sacrifice their own blood.

Eragon let down his shield. He was intriegued by this power.

[Kaitalish]

I nod.

"It is a simple matter really."

I look around for people. Seeing some on the outskirts of the wreakage, I run towards one, grabbing him with my claw and carrying him over.

"Observe." I say, cleanly gutting him, my claws blazing with power. A massive gate snaps open, tinged with blood. Inside the gate you can see a fiery pit with hellish, horned creatures walking around.

"Through the use of blood, all things are possible."

((If you want this power, just take the Blood Magic power that I have next time you get another power.))

[Void]

I can feel the power, coursing through me. I suddenly feel once again connected to my source, a power beyond comprehension. I turn to Eris.

"I do not believe we've met before. What is your purpose in all of this?"

[Helene]

((I hope this post is okay... If it isnt, oh well... ;D ))
*Knock Knock Knock*
-Bassarov, are you there?-
I cradle Lysander in my arms. Bless his evil heart, he is sound asleep. I bend down and place him back into his stroller.
*Knock Knock BANG*
-BASSAROV!Please, see your son.-
It almost sounds like im whining (which I probably am) but I dont care. By seeing his child, maybe he will tell the truth.
*Knock*
I smell blood. Almost fresh. I reconize someones blood and a chill runs up my spine.
-Bassarov...-
I back my sons stroller up to the wall.
I give the door a few solid kicks and it swings open.
Looking around, I find Bassarov laying on top of a very very very disfigured Mischa. I push Bassarov onto his back and look at him.
He stabbed himself.
-Bassarov, please dont be dead.... please... we all need you too much...-
I take out my cellphone and call Janele.
-Come quick. Bassarov stabbed himself.
Getting up to grab Lysander, I smell another familar smell... vampiric ashes.
I shake my head and go to get Lysander.

[Janele]

Janele wakes up with Patrick beside her. She smiles and quietly gets up. He had also fallen asleep. She leans over and kisses him. [glow=maroon,2,300]Wake up now. I want to go back and check on the baby.[/glow]

She walks to the bathroom and strips down washing off. Janele finishes her bath and steps out of the shower grabbing a towel. She dries off and wraps the towel in her hair.

She grabs some clothes and puts them on and takes the towel out of her hair. Janele slings the towel over the shower currtain. She yawns and then stretches abit. [glow=maroon,2,300]Well, that was refreshing.[/glow]

Janele opens the door and walks back into the bedroom. She walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. She leans over and picks up her brush on the table and starts to brush her hair.

Janele's phone rings. Her head bolts towards the sound. Why am I getting a call.. She then remembers what she had told everyone. To call her if they need her.

She gets up and walks over to the table and picks up the phone. [glow=maroon,2,300]Hello... What! I be over right away.[/glow]

She closes her phone and looks over at Patrick. [glow=maroon,2,300]Patrick! Get up! Bassarov needs medical attention.[/glow] She says.

Janele was to afriad to say it out loud. As if to say aloud determined that he had indeed stabbed himself.

[Patrick]

Patrick bolted awake from a nightmare, breathing heavily, holding back a territorial snarl.

He heard Janele, and complied, not knowing what she really said, still caught up in his half-dreaming state. He ran after her, recollecting his nightmare as he did.

--

It had been so vivid, but very cyrptic. A dark room with nothing inside but a single candle. The red embers lighting the room dimly enough for Patrick to see every detail of the box he was in.

There was a single table suddeenly in the middle, standing on the rough, time worn hardwood floor. On it materialized a golden plate. Patrick neared it, walking over from the furthest wall of this simple box-shapped room.

The floor was giving him splinters with each step, but the overall goal of reaching the golden plate was worth every ounce of pain.

Finally, after several minutes of feverish walking in this room that seemed to have since gotten longer, he was at the table. Patrick smiled to himself and looked down at his goal. The golden plate, with a small hole at the bottem, like an extremely expensive drain.

As he looked down, he saw a large ammount of liquid filling the plate, seemingly to reverse process of draining. It was to the brim, Patrick looked into it.

It began to cloud, a blotted red beginning to solidify. This crystaline water now turning to impure blood. Blood that reflected the eyes of the man looking into it. These eyes were not his own. They belonged to someone he knew. Not Janele, but someone equally close.

Immediatley, the walls of the room broke away, and the table disappeared.

That was when Patrick had woken up.

--

He finally snapped out of his trance-like state and looked at Janele. He was running without realising it, but he knew it was somthing important.

He continued running, chasing Janele down.

[Eragon]

"Ahh, why would you tell me this if there was nothing in it for you?" Eragon questioned.