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The Assisted AssassinChapter I: A Partner in Crime
September 20, 2005. It was a dark and stormy night. Rain pattered on the roof of the mansion and rolled off of it into the moist ground at the edge of the pine forest near constantly. Thunder roared like an angry lion, and only the moon dared to show his face. An occasional bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, exposing a person dressed entirely in black and hidden in the skylight window, peering through an open panel at a man gently resting in a comfy bed.
The person on the skylight tensed, his face soaked by his damp silken ski mask. His target was heavily guarded by two behemoth security guards, each carrying a machine gun with a belt long enough to encompass an elephant. He had been waiting most of the night for the guards vigil to falter, but they didnt look like they had anywhere else to go at the moment. The person sighed and thought, How d
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 13.2So, our target resides in this castle now?
The Dragoon nodded, bent to one knee.
The black-clad stranger stroked his chin. It would not be easy to attack that castle, especially not with them inside. They have two layers of protection with those double gates. Not only that, but they could easily pick off the bulk of an army with projectiles fired from the castle onto the bridge. Well have to draw them out onto the bridge as well, but simple Heartless and even the Nobodies wont do it; hes too powerful to be enticed by them. So what will? He turned his back to the castle, turning his face, stern with passive concentration, deeper into the woods. This mission will be harder to complete than I thought. I need another beer to focus my thoughts. With a snap of his fingers, the Dragoon and its master disappeared into darkness.
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 13.1Chapter XIII: Too Many Weapons
Maleficent stood in the meeting room of her castle, utterly alone. All of her schemes were unraveling before her, all of her evil allies falling before a single blade. She leaned over the table, studying the hologram being projected in its center. It was the most recent battle she had gotten wind of: his battle with the Grim Reaper Heartless. She studied every aspect of the fight, every detail of both fighters
She immediately caught something in the swordsmans eyes. Mingled within the darkness a pinpoint of light was clearly shining. It was keenly focused on something other than the fight. What could he be thinking about other than the heat of battle?
Just then, Sora came in, apparently none too happy. Riku has returned wit the prisoner, he announced with disdain.
Of course, his girlfriend. Love always does bring
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 12.3When I felt my head finally hit water, it felt a lot warmer than expected and a lot more soothing. It also felt too concentrated; it was only wetting my throbbing forehead. I groaned with the burden of contemplating this conundrum and muttered, Why do I always wake up with a God-awful headache in this world?
I dont know, but I do know you should rest. This female voice spoke with a light British accent; I thought I heard it somewhere before.
My eyes instantly fluttered open, looking around curiously. Emily, is that you? I groaned.
Im sorry, I dont know an Emily, the voice replied. My name is Sophie. Youre safe now.
I groaned again, rubbed my blurry eyes, and turned my head towards where the voice was coming from. There sat a girl in her late teens, dressed in a blue gown. Her brown eyes were resting on me
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 12.2Hmm, Mr. Gibbs mused when he saw the condition of our ship. She does seem in rather bad shape. Run yer bow afoul of a reef, did ye?
Nay, I replied. We landed on it, coming down from Neverland.
Arrgh, Ive heard of that place, Mr. Gibbs said with a nod. Second star to the right and straight on til morning, and all that. No wonder ye be the captain.
I didnt know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, so I stayed quiet.
Mr. Gibbs continued to fill in the gap of silence. Yer ship dont seem all-too hard to fix, but we got some advice to keep sailing with our ship. I hope ye arent offended.
Only if ye promise to have me ship repaired before we leave port and tell me the name of yer advisor.
Mr. Gibbss face darkened as he thought of a reply. Only two words passed hi
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 12.1Chapter XII: Live, Love, and Plunder
"Land ho!" Jack called from the crow's-nest.
"Har-har, it's about time, too." I ran to the bow rail of the ship, looking out to the new land in front of it. It looked almost like planet Earth, except there was much, much more water than land. Islands, miniscule compared to the sea, dotted the seascape like chocolate chips on a cookie.
Goofy and Donald came up and stood on either side of me, following my gaze to the new world. "What kind of world do you think it is?" Goofy asked.
I grinned, bearing white teeth as white as sea foam and my eyes still set on the world. "A world of adventure; I can feel it in my bones."
Suddenly, a thought struck me. "Goofy, if you're here, then who's steering the ship?"
All three of us immediately turned around. With nothing holding it secure, the helm of the ship was spinning out of control! "Goofy! Hold
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 16Chapter XVI: Initiation
His world started in darkness, naught but a faint light to guide his blue-gray eyes. His whole body felt numb. His mind was a blur of movement and fuzzy memories. He staggered up the stairs in this dark corridor towards the light. The closer he got, the more organized his thoughts became. He could analyze his surroundings, complex as they were with their staircases leading nowhere and thoroughfares to unimagined depths.
A trace movement becoming increasingly more apparent crossed his vision. Something in his mind ached for a weapon. As if responding to his request, a flash of light lit up his left hand. The flash elongated and solidified, becoming a magicians staff with elaborate decoration. Where did this come from? he thought, but he didnt dwell on it for long. He took the staff in his hands and prepared h
Skeleton Keys, Chapter 15.4Even with all five of them chasing after the Heartless, they lost track of it after the first fork in the corridors. The Heartless had intentionally fooled them, hiding in the shadows of the poorly-lit higher corridors. It was afraid of the pursuers, afraid of what theyd do to it, especially that flying swordsman with the huge sword. When all five of the pursuers passed into the adjacent corridor, the Heartless slid silently the opposite way, into an even darker section of the castles corridors.
As the light faded around it, a faint but noticeable sound filled the senses of the Heartless. It was the sound of someone playing music. The Heartless traced the tantalizing tune, always following its increasing volume. It soon realized that the instrument being played was an electric sitar. The Heartless kept approaching the sound until it reached a door at the far end of the corridor where it was the dar
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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