Carve a New Fate
As the building began to lurch, Artemus and Apolla had one of their famous telepathy things as they had the same plan in mind. "Move!" Artemus shouted, the loudest he had spoken all day. With that, Artemus leapt out to the street as his sister ran toward Chris. Her speed was unnatural, making it over to chris as the building decided to give in to gravity. As the ceiling began to fall apart, Apolla stopped right in from of Chris, looking up at the ceiling. She put her hands behind her head, as if grabbing something that was strapped to her back. Her right eye turned a strange golden color, locking in on her target. "Lock," she said under her breathe. She then pulled her hands back up, wielding an unnaturally large cannon like weapon, strange and futuristic. It must have weighed at least five times Apolla, yet she pointed it to the ceiling with ease. A high pitch sound came from the weapon, as if it were charging. "Fire!" She pulled the trigger, firing a bright blue ball of condensed light at the ceiling above, frying everything it touched or came close to and leaving an exit straight above. Apolla grabbed Chris by the arm and smiled. "Time to fly!" she told him as winds swirled around them. With one great leap, Apolla rocketed up to the sky with Chris behind her, the building falling and turning to rubble.*
While all of that had been occurring, Artemus had been fending off the enemy. He had summoned his brilliant scythe, twisting and twirling it around in attempts to fend of the woman. She had summoned her weapon of choice; a rapier with a yellow hilt and beautiful designs. She attacked fiercely, though her expression showed that it was all effortless. On top of that, the hulking beast-like man was coming at him as well, flailing and wildly attempting to land a blow on Artemus.*
Chris yelled in surprise when Apolla suddenly grabbed him. Watching in horror as his home crumbled beneath his feet, he kept yelling for his parents. There was only one thought that kept racing through his head: What about mom and dad? What about Lily? Desperate to reach the door and get to his family, he strongly resisted the girl holding him. Tears were streaming down his face and he didn't stop struggeling. But there was nothing he could do. Despite her being a girl, Apolla was a lot stronger than Chris, and she easily pulled him with her upwards. Wind swirling around them as she jumped through the hole she had blast through the roof, the last thing Chris saw was his bedroom collapsing, burrying the living room they had conversed in just two hours ago.
Carve a New Fate
Apolla ignored Chris as he struggled to get away from, screaming for his parents. He face was more serious now as she realized what must of become of his parents, but she couldn't question herself on the decision. She made the right choice it saving him, it was all she could do in the sudden event. It was strange though, him pleading struck a sudden memory from way back when...
"Mommy!" the little girl pleaded. She was dressed in a nice little red dress, possibly her Sunday best. She was standing in the middle of the woods, all alone, her sun hair clip keeping her bangs out from her face. Teas were welling up in her face as she realized she was all alone. "Mommy! Daddy!" There was a sigh as something opened in front of the little girl, purple and black smoke streaming out as a gorgeous tall model like woman came out from it. Her oil black hair reached all the way down to her ankles and her eyes a dark blue. She wore a rather out there outfit, her black pants skin tight and her black jacket the same, wearing red heels that matched the red ribbons sown through her hair. "Now, where have you been?" the woman asked the little girl with her harming English accent. "Mommy!" The little girl started running to her mother, still crying as her mother poked the little girl in the forehead to make her stop. "Hush now, little one," she scolded. "Now, there are two things in this world that mummy cannot stand it's cockroaches and crying babies. Although, if there were to be a crying baby cockroach, that would be truly terrifying." The little girl giggled at her mother's little joke, still crying a little. "So there is to be no crying on our way back now, understood? A single tear, and you'll be crying alone." The little girl quickly wiped away her tears and flashed a big smile at her mother. "Yes, mommy!" The mother sighed as she began to walk back to the strange portal. "Come along then, little one." The little girl did so happily. Even though the mother seemed to be rather harsh on the child, she was still, in her own little way, a good mother.
Apolla let go of Chris as they landed back onto the ground, realizing that there was no use in trying to console him. Especially with the circumstances as they were.
Artemus leapt back, landing with his feet sliding on the pavement for a moment. He was huffing as he breathed, exhaustion slowly beginning to catch up to him. This was strange, he was one of the best and yet some run of the mil Witches show up and are an actual challenge? "Who are you people?" he asked, twirling his scythe in his hands. The woman pushed up her glasses for a moment, as if debating on how muh she should announce. "That is irrelevant," she stated. "But it is time that the seat of power be taken into the rightful hands rather than the impure Witch blood displayed by your family name." "The man made strange growling sounds, as if to explain something of his own. "You have been living in luxury for being a stigma," the woman continued. "You call yourselves the higher power, but that only promotes improper acts, such as the mixing of pure bloods, and it shall be the Six Apostles that purify the Witchly existence. And that starts with disposing of impurities such as yourselves."
After a short blackout, Chris found himself standing on shaky leg on wet grass, still in the grip of the girl that had just saved his life not for the first time this day. The black sky was filled with thick brown dust, illuminated by the pale shine of the moon. The sound of a house - his house - toppling and falling down was still clearly audible where he and Apolla had landed. Too much in shock to realize how far she had taken him with a single jump, he instinctively grasped Apolla's clothes tighter with one hand when she let go of him. Not noticing the tears streaming down his face, his mind was blank as he watched what had been his home for all his life crumble to bits. Without any breath left to shout for his parents, his grip on the girl next to him tightened as he started to sob uncontrollably. He wanted to move. He wanted to run. He wanted to get to the collapsing house and see his father and mother. Incapable of accepting that there was no way for them to having survived the roof and tons of stones crashing down on them, his legs didn't respond to his minds frantic orders. Shaking, he started sinking to the ground. A single, hoarse word fled his lips.
Carve a New Fate
The woman looked at the boy on the ground who was now groveling near the rubble, leaving Apolla and Artemus to merely take in the information that was being given to them. The Seven Apostles... Even though their goals had been stated, there was still much to question about this group. Regardless to say, they knew this groups was nothing but trouble. Seeing how they wanted the two dead and all.*
"I see you have befriended another of you're kind," the woman said, pushing back her glasses as she remarked about Chris. "I suppose it is only fitting that the inferior die amongst their own." Apolla looked over to the woman, releasing her sorrowful friend. She didn't blame him for being so upset, but she had also been taught not to show weakness to an opponent. She still held her futuristic weapon over her shoulder, but she then moved it in one swift motion, pointing the heavy artillery at the woman and man. This caused the man to snarl, seeming more and more feral as each moment passed. The woman patted the man on the shoulder though, causing him to withdraw slightly. Normally Artemus would try to calm his sister down, but this time they were on the same wavelength, which didn't happen often, for he was ready to jump into battle at a moments notice.*
"No need for hostility," the woman informed with a chuckle. "We're not the ones that will be dirtying our hands on you, we were merely told to deliver the message and to be... "intricate" with how we gave the message. We hope you have the best in your endeavors."
This completely ticked Apolla off, causing her to swing her futuristic cannon to the side and sending forth several fireballs in the strangers' direction. They never hit their targets though, for the woman had tapped the ground with her rapier, opening a large black hole of mist, slowly sucking them down into the ground before closing.*
It was deathly silent now, leaving the three in the street alone. Artemus and Apolla willed their weapons away, Artemus walking over to Chris with guilty eyes. He clearly felt responsible, though he couldn't find the words to say to Chris at the moment. "Chris..." he started, though trailing off.*