The Receiver vs The Darkman (Part 3) (257 hits)
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Submitted by MyTeeOne <My_Tee_One.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-09-28 10:58:54 EDT
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Hope had once again been drained out of Kelly's soul and she was ready to surrender. The Darkman, now holding her with one hand around her waist and the other behind her head, brought his face close to hers. Inside she was screaming, but outside she was in a trance of sorts.
The smell of rotting meat was on his breath as he leaned in closer. Now that her mind was open, she could see little dots of pure white energy, like seeds on a summer breeze, floating out of her body and being absorbed into the terrible creature. This is it. This was then end.
She couldn't see the Darkman's face, but she saw two red dots ("his eyes his fucking eyes" her mind screamed) beneath the shadow of his hood. His eyes broke contact with her and moved down her body to her throat. For what purpose, she didn't know, nor did she want to. Soon she would join Margaret and while the though terrified her, a calm had over come her as well.
Her eyes wondered around the room and came to the body of Derrick. Was he dead? She didn't know. Only hours before she thought Derrick was just a normal guy, a regular coworker, just like all the rest. Derrick, as it turns out, was also a warlock. She knew the term from the movies, but that was about it. Apparently, he fought spirits and helped others. He tried so hard to protect her and Margaret and had almost made it too. Vaguely, she felt bad for him, but couldn't remember what empathy was.
He was a good enough looking guy, she supposed. Not overly handsome, but cute at least. (Is this what you're going to think about in your last moments?) Not overly muscular, but healthy for sure. She always liked his eyes. (You could think of worse things.) She couldn't remember the color of them now...that was fading. She remembered his lips though.
Once, when drunk, she thought about kissing those lips. (You should have). She didn't, of course. Never mess around with a co-worker her friends always said. But his lips were nice. They were full. She looked momentarily at his lips. It took a moment for it to register, but something was strange about his lips.
They were moving. The rest of his body lay motionless, but they were moving. She looked around to see if someone else was in the room but couldn't see anyone. Maybe there was another ghost she couldn't see. It didn't really matter now. It would be over soon. Her fate was to be the same as Margaret. She'd never go up the light stairs.
The blinding light was still there, but it was easier to see in her subdued state. It was so pretty, so inviting. It looked warm and soft and she wanted to be part of that light, the way Margaret wanted to be part of that light. The way the face was a part of that light.
The face?
The light?
For a moment her panic (hope, that's hope) returned, but it was quickly sucked out, like everything else, in the little white dots. It seemed like something important was happening with the face, but she couldn't for the life of her think of what. It didn't matter now. It would all be over soon.
Derrick couldn't see the face in the light either, but he heard the voice.
"Derrick," said the voice. "Derrick, wake up."
"I can't beat him Sensei," responded Derrick, without moving. "It's been five years. He's too strong. He moves to quick."
"Do you think strength and quickness matter here? If he was a physical being, a being of flesh, perhaps. But he is not flesh. He is of the flow, Derrick. You know how to use the flow."
"He is more connected to it. I can't harness enough energy to defeat him." Derrick spoke calmly and sure of himself. It was almost as if they were talking over coffee instead of one from beyond the grave and the other close to it.
"Then use your training. Look around Derrick. What do you see?"
"I can't draw from Kelly. She's almost dead. I can't draw from Margaret. She isn't here anymore. None of the cars down here have held enough of the suns energy for me to draw from. I'm not strong enough on my own. I need a power source. The only other thing is him, and I don't have the time to channel him and change the charge to use it against him."
"Derrick, open your eyes. Look at me."
"Yes Master." Slowly Derrick opened his eyes. His head hurt from the fall and his vision was foggy from the glare of the light stairs. He propped himself up on one arm and saw the face of his master, Smitty, in the light. The pain of losing his master to the Darkman made his eyes fill with tears, and it produced a kaleidoscope effect with the light.
The light.
"Margaret hasn't risen yet Derrick," said Smitty, a smile spreading across his face. "The staircase is still here. The door is still open. There is still time to save Kelly. There is still time to save Margaret. Get up Warlock. There is work to be done."
With that, the face of Smitty rose and vanished through the light. Derrick rose to his feet and began to draw in his will. He created a link from his mind to the light and it fed him. He felt the power run through his veins like fire, pumping energy into his tired body and revitalizing his fatigued mind. He felt pure energy in his soul.
And he liked it.
"Thank you Master," was all he said.
The Receiver turned toward the energy vampire and his body radiated pure white light.
"Darkman," called Derrick. "I am the Warlock Derrick of Anderson, son of Stephen. Prepare to meet thy fate."
The Darkman turned toward Derrick, dropping Kelly in the process. He gathered his dark will and focused upon Derrick. Derrick focused his will upon the Darkman. At the same time, both beings raised their hands and released there will in the form of energy upon each other. The beams met in the middle and collided with a thunderous boom. Each pushed with all his will towards the other in the hopes of encompassing the other.
"You've made an error," said the warlock, after less than a minute of pushing.
"What is that?" responded the raspy voice of the vampire.
"The girl isn't completely gone yet," he answered, struggling to keep the beam in place. "If she was, the door would have closed."
"What of it, Warlock?"
"Only this: MARGARET! I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
The little girl was no longer visible, but her energy was still within the Darkman and she heard Derrick. It only lasted for a moment, but for a mere second, she had hope. Hope existed within the energy of the Darkman and he had to turn his will inward. It was the only chance Derrick had, and he took it.
Derrick pushed with all his might and he hit the Darkman square in the chest. The white beam encompassed the Darkman and he screamed in agony. Derrick used his mind to seal the energy around the Darkman, to create a dome, a prison. He pushed the cage into the light stairs.
The moment contact was made, the energy became too much. Derrick was thrown back again and hit the floor hard. He was up again in an instant, energy up and ready. He saw the Darkman within the light being stretched and pulled. The Darkman let out a scream of agony and then exploded into a million little tiny black spots that floated up the light.
Derrick saw Margaret in the light. "Thank you Derrick," she said, as she smiled and began to rise. Around her was not one other spirit, but several, millions, perhaps more. "Thank you Derrick, thank you Derrick, thank you Derrick." The phrase repeated itself and over lapped itself over and over again until all the spirits floated up. And, after the last one floated up, the light faded.
Derrick ran over to Kelly and knelt down. He checked her breath. She was still breathing but wouldn't wake up. Derrick saw that his hands still held the white glow, so he placed them on her chest. Gently, he let the energy flow out of him and into her. After a few moments, her eyes opened.
"Derrick?" she whispered. "Did we win?"
Derrick chuckled in relief and hugged her close. "Yeah, Kelly. We won."
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