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The Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 6

Gothic Mirror stood on the second floor, above the stage watching the Punk Rockers, and other members of the Gothic Lights prepare for tonight's event. Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Gothic Mirror didn't like being touched, especially by those he felt were inferior. He slowly turned to the man touching his shoulder, and gave him a stare that showed he greatly disapproved of the man's actions.

The man tapping his shoulder was one of the Punk Rockers. Gothic Mirror noticed that the name on his jacket said Spin Doctor. When Gothic Mirror began staring at him. The man immediately put his hands up to try and show, he was not there to cause him any trouble.

"Hey... uh Gothic Mirror was it? I'm not here to start any trouble... I.. I'm just here to ask a couple of questions."

Gothic Mirror just stared at Spin Doctor in silence. Spin Doctor looked away, and began scratching his head. It was at this point Gothic Mirror realized he needed to say something, or the complete moron was just going to keep standing there, and not say anything. So Gothic Mirror broke his silence. "What? What do you feel you need to ask me?"

"Oh... uh... thanks." Spin Doctor smiled. He was happy he finally got permission to speak. "So The Disciples aren't going to be playing there music until midnight tonight. What are your plans until then?"

Gothic Mirror seemed confused by the question. "What do you mean?"

Spin Doctor began to elaborate. "Well, you don't have any food, also I imagine there probably not going to be any music until the band plays. So I was wondering what you had planned."

Gothic Mirror stood there puzzled for a moment. "Well I rarely plan events like this."

Spin Doctor scratched his head again. "Wait. You're a leader of a new religion, and you don't plan events for your followers."

Gothic Mirror began to get offended. "I'm a very busy man, and I depend on others to get the message out!"

Spin Doctor backed away. "Dude! I'm trying to help you out here. Look, before I joined the Punk Rockers, I was a dj. Let me get the boys to go out and get some food, and I'll go back to our hide out, and get my music."

Suddenly Gothic Mirror noticed Mr. Tucker and some teenagers enter the room below. Gothic Mirror then turned back to Spin Doctor. "Okay. Do what you think is best. I have business to tend to."

"Cool." Spin Doctor smiled. "What kind of music you want. Rock, heavy metal, alternative. I also got some rap and hip hop."

Gothic Mirror reached out with both hands, and grabbed Spin Doctor by his jacket. "Heavy metal and alternative is fine, but heaven help you if you play any rap or hip hop in this building! If you do, I will have you pissing your pants, and hiding under your bed for the rest of your life!"

Spin Doctor was shaking. He swallowed hard. "O..okay, well, I will not grab those cds then."

Gothic Mirror let him go. "Good. Now begone with you." Gothic Mirror began walking towards the stairs, so he could greet Mr. Tucker.

"Oh yeah! One more thing." Spin Doctor had called out to Gothic Mirror.

Gothic Mirror was getting agitated. He turned to Spin Doctor and yelled. "What!?!"

At that moment Gothic Mirror could hear Mr. Tucker telling his guest. "Don't be afraid. Our leader is actually a very kind man."

Gothic Mirror felt a rush of embarrassment come over him. Normally he could keep his cool, but the stress of the event, and the inoance of being bothered, got the best of him.

Spin Doctor took a deep breath, and very quickly said, " I just wanted you to know that Rolo was preparing The Disciples dressing room. So that when they got here, they would be comfortable."

Gothic Mirror was trying to calm down. "Excellent. Tell Rolo thank you for putting me in contact with them." Gothic Mirror then turned, and made his way down the stairs.

Once Gothic Mirror got down stairs, he began making his way to Mr.Tucker and his students. Once Mr. Tucker spotted him. Mr. Tucker began walking towards him to greet him. "Master it is so great to see you. It's been quite sometime since last we saw each other.

Gothic Mirror rolled his eyes, they had actually saw each other that morning, during the break at the government lab. In fact the break in had caused Tucker to be late for work.

Gothic Mirror gave a faint laugh. He was pretending to be happy to see Tucker, but truth be told, he could care less about him, or anyone else for that matter. People were just tools to him, and the moment they lost their usefulness, he throw them out, or dispose of them.

Gothic Mirror looked over at the students. "I see you brought some fine re...cruits." Gothic Mirror trailed off for a second, because one of the students took him by surprise.

Gothic Mirror stared at Franklin. He was a little confused by why someone like him would be here. "An African American?"

Franklin's eyes widen. It was at this point he noticed Gothic Mirror staring a hole through him, and all he could think was. Oh shit! This guy is racist. After a few seconds of awkward silence. Franklin decided to say something. "Um... you can just say black."

Gothic Mirror gave an awkward laugh, he realized he was freaking the boy out. He also didn't want the boy to think he was racist. Truth be told Gothic Mirror wasn't racist at all, because he hated everyone equally.

Gothic Mirror smiled at Franklin. "I do want to say, and I mean no disrespect, and I want you to know all is welcome here. I was just taken off guard, because..." Gothic Mirror paused trying to think of a polite way to say what he wanted to say.

Franklin finally intervened. "I think you're trying to say, you never met a black person interested in the a cult.

"Exactly!" Gothic Mirror smiled.

"It's cool man." Franklin said with a smile. "You see, my boy Matt and I have been friends since kindergarten, and when he started getting into it. I sort of got into it too. I actually hear that shit all the time, my parents hate that I'm into it. They were hoping I would get into basketball, or football instead. So I'm use to people being shocked, that this is what I'm into."

Gothic Mirror turned to Matt. "Ah so you're the one who has brought this group together. You must be a very wise young man."

Suddenly Gothic Mirror heard one of the young ladies clear her throat. "Actually I'm the one who brought us together."

Gothic Mirror stared at the young woman, and under his breath muttered. "Of course it was a woman who brought them together." Gothic Mirror hated young people. Even though he himself was only twenty nine. He felt that he was more wise and mature than people three times his age. Most young people were rude and felt intitled. Which was the biggest reason why he didn't want to deal with them, but he needed them to spread his message.

He also currently wasn't very fond of woman and girls. This was for an entirely different reason, which he didn't want to think about it at this moment.

Gothic Mirror turned to the young woman who spoke. "And you are?"

"Samantha!" The girl extended her hand.

Gothic Mirror stared at her hand for a second before reaching out and gently grabbing the tips of her fingers, giving it one shake and letting it go."

Samantha looked at her hand to make sure nothing nasty was on. Normally guys couldn't wait to touch her hand, or some part of her body, but for some reason, this guy seemed to want nothing to do with her. For a second she thought. Maybe this guy is gay.

Mr. Tucker approached Gothic Mirror and put his arm around him. Gothic Mirror stared coldly at Mr.Tucker as to tell him, that he did not want him to touch him. Mr. Tucker seem to ignore the que, and began whispering in his ear. While pointing at the tallest member of the group. Which happen to be Tim.

"Look at this young man over here. He be perfect for... Mr. Tucker paused. Then nodded towards Tim. "The plan."

Gothic Mirror smiled. "Ahh, yes this lad would be perfect."

This got both Tim and Katey's attention. Mr. Tucker turned to them and said, "Tim tell our wonderful leader about your time playing football."

Tim was taken a back by the inquiry, and didn't understand why his time in football mattered. "Well, I was middle line backer last year, and I did it, was because my parents forced me. I actually hate football."

Gothic Mirror removed Mr. Tucker's arm from around his shoulder, and stepped towards Tim. "Yes. I agree. Football is a barbaric sport, but seeing that you are a powerful young man. We could definitely use someone like you."

Katey was beginning feel uncomfortable, while Samantha fully confirmed to herself, that, yup the man was gay. Katey didn't like how these older men were talking about, and looking at her Timmy. In fact Mr. Tucker just freaked her out in general, and his so called Master, seemed like a scum bag. Katey just couldn't stay silent for any longer. "Hey! Aren't you guys suppose to be showing us a Demon!?!"

Gothic Mirror and Mr. Tucker looked at each other and laughed. Gothic Mirror then turned back to Katey. "The Demon is not set to appear until after the concert."

Katey folded her arms. "You know. I'm starting to think you guys are full of shit!"

Gothic Mirror smiled, then began walking towards Katey. Katey's friends began urging her to calm down. Tim even said, "Babe, be quite. You are going to fuck things up." But before anyone else could say anything. Gothic Mirror was in front of Katey.

Gothic Mirror smiled, and placed a finger on Katey's temple. She tried to back away, but for some reason she couldn't move. It was like her body completely froze.

Gothic Mirror leaned in close to Katey and whispered. "You want to see a Demon. I'm going to show you a Demon.

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mawmawpiggy · 4 years ago

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The Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 4

The street was in chaos as several motorcycles zipped through traffic. None of them cared about stop lights or stop signs. All they wanted to do was get to their destination. A old abandoned hotel. Which was now the headquarters of the Gothic Lights, and the location of tonight's big event.

The group pulled up to the old hotel, and there were a couple of bystanders. A man and a woman. The man started laughing hard. "Hey Denise look at these freaks with their biker outfits and Mohawks. Which decade do they think there in? The 80s."

Denise looked over to her boyfriend. "Fred you should probably keep your mouth shut. They look pretty tough."

Fred started laughing, "Oooh, I'm so scared. There probably all gay. The worst their going to do is style my hair."

One of the bikers heard Fred talking. He was the largest of the group, and his mohawk was taller than everyone else's. On his jean jacket was a picture of a sledgehammer. Sledgehammer was also the name on his jacket. A name given to him, because when he punched someone, it felt like he had hit them with a sledgehammer.

Denise noticed the rather large man walking there way, and she began to panic, she started to pull at her boyfriend's arm. "Hey we need to go, one of them is coming this way."

Fred pulled his arm away from Denise and said, "Settle down babe. I got this."

Fred looked over at Sledgehammer who was walking towards him. "Hey man, I was just playing." Then Fred looked at the building and a sign said, "See The Disciples tonight live, for free." Fred turned his attention back to Sledgehammer. "Hey, there's a free concert tonight!"

"Yeah." Sledgehammer punched Fred right in the gut. Then looked down at him and said. "And we are working security."

Fred fell to his knees, holding his gut, and began coughing up blood. Sledgehammer, barely punched Fred, but it was still hard enough to rupture something inside Fred's body.

Denise bent down to check on her boyfriend. Then she looked up at Sledgehammer. "Hey psycho! "What do you think you're doing!?! I should call the cops!"

Sledgehammer lit a cigar. "Well, if you do that, first I'm going to kill every cop that comes after me, and after I kill those cops. I'm going to find out where you live, and I'm going to kill you, and everyone else that lives at your house. Then I'm going to find your friends and your family, and kill them too."

Denise was shaking in fear. She could take one look at Sledgehammer and could tell he wasn't messing around. In fact he had probably done that before, to someone else. Denise began pleading. "Please don't do that." Denise was trembling as she spoke.

Sledgehammer smiled, as smoke left his mouth. "Well if you don't want that to happen, the best thing for you to do is take your little friend there to the hospital, and tell them he fell down some stairs."

Denise was shaking, she did her best to help Fred to his feet. Then the two of them began walking towards the hospital.

The rest of The Punk Rockers had been watching the event unfold. Pounder, a medium sized man stepped over to where Sledgehammer was standing, smoking a cigar. "Hey dude. Why did you let them go? You should have at least made the girl suck your dick, or something."

Sledgehammer turned his attention to Pounder. "Shut the fuck up Pounder! That's your problem. You always think with your dick. We have more important business right now. We got to go in here and talk to Mister dark and spooky." Sledgehammer took another puff of his cigar. "Where the fuck is Rolo!?!"

Pounder turned away to think, then back to Sledgehammer. "I think he went to go see his daughter."

Sledgehammer was starting to get impatient. "Well he needs to hurry the fuck up and get back here!"

Suddenly another motorcycle pulled up. Once Pounder spotted it, he tapped Sledgehammer on the shoulder. "There's the little bitch now!"

Sledgehammer turned to see Rolo walking towards him. "About fucking time! If you would have made us late. I would have had no problem killing you and leaving your body on the side walk."

Rolo gave Sledgehammer a confused look. "I thought we still had ten minutes."

Sledgehammer grabbed Rolo by his jacket and pulled him close. "It's called being professional. I like being early."

A couple of Punk Rockers began laughing. The thought of them being professional just made them laugh. They couldn't imagine themselves in a suit and tie.

Sledgehammer led the group into the hotel. Once inside they noticed how dimly lit everything was. Along the walls was a ton of gothic imagery, and a few Punk Rockers were beginning to feel uncomfortable. One of them even asked, "how long are we going to be here?"

Sledgehammer turned to the grunt who was speaking. "Stop being a pussy, and shut the fuck up!"

The group walked into the conference room of the hotel. Inside their was a stage. There was also a set of stairs that went up to the second floor, and on that floor you could walk around, and look down at the conference room.

Once all the Punk Rockers got into the room. The doors of the room closed on their own. This made a loud noise.

This caused some of the Punk Rockers to get startled. One of them screamed out. "What the fuck!?!"

Sledgehammer turned to the man. "Hey!!! What did I say about being a pussy?"

Sledgehammer looked up and saw the second floor fill up with people in hoods and robes. There had to be at least twenty or thirty of them. The dimly lit room made it impossible for the Punk Rockers to see any of the hooded men's faces. This took Sledgehammer off guard as well. "Okay, now that's creepy."

"Welcome!!!" A loud voice echoed through the conference room. The Punk Rockers' attention went towards the stage. Standing on the stage was another man in a Robe but his head wasn't covered.

Sledgehammer looked at the man on stage. "You must be Gothic Mirror."

"That's correct." Gothic Mirror stepped down off the stage, and started walking towards them. "I'm glad to see you all found the place okay. So I bet you all are chomping at the bit, to know why you are here."

Sledgehammer lit another cigar and took a drag. "Oh we know why we are here. Our leader got into a tussle with some dumb vigilante, and now he is in prison, and it just so happens the one person who can get him out is very interested in your little cult. So he wants us to be your security for tonight's event. We do that, and he will get our boy out of prison."

Gothic Mirror smiled, "I'm happy you understand your situation. Unfortunately there is something else I need you to do."

One of the other Punk Rockers stepped forward. "No. The Unfortunate thing is we have to be here at all, and if you think we are going to take orders from you. You got another thing coming, because we are running the show now."

Gothic Mirror looked at the name on the man's Jacket. "Buzzsaw? Is that what they call you?"

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

Gothic Mirror smiled, and looked over at Sledgehammer who threw his hands up. Basically without words, letting Gothic Mirror know Buzzsaw was acting on his own. Sledgehammer had heard rumors about Gothic Mirror's abilities, and the last thing he wanted was to have Gothic Mirror fucking with his head.

Gothic Mirror leaned into Buzzsaw and whispered in his ear. One word. "Fear."

Buzzsaw was about to laugh, but then realized he was no longer in the conference room. In fact he was in a very small room. All the walls were white, and there was no door or way out of the room.

As he looked around the room, he realized he was by himself. "All right guys, this isn't funny. Where the fuck is everyone!?!"

Suddenly the walls began moving. Making the room smaller, the room was closing in on him. This caused Buzzsaw to panic. He started screaming, "Come on guys! Let me out of here!!!" Buzzsaw tried to push against one of the walls, to push it back, but it didn't work. Now the walls were getting closer and moving faster.

Buzzsaw began crying. "Look dude. I'm sorry! Please man!!! Let me go!!!" This outburst only seem to make the walls close in faster. Buzzsaw dropped to his knees, and began crying. "Come on man! I don't want to die!"

Buzzsaw closed his eyes, and waited for the walls to crush him. Tears were rolling down his face. He set there crying, waiting for his impending doom, but it never came.

Moments later he could hear his friends laughing at him, and Sledgehammer's voice. "Dude, you cry like a bitch."

Buzzsaw was still on his knees with tears streaming down his face. Gothic Mirror was standing over him. Gothic Mirror squatted down so the two of them could be eye to eye. "Speak that way to me again, and next time those walls will completely close, and you will die. Do you understand me?"

Buzzsaw nodded, and Gothic Mirror smiled. "Good."

Sledgehammer grabbed the back of Buzzsaw jacket, and pulled him to his feet. "Get your ass over there with everyone else, and don't speak until spoken to! Buzzsaw went where he was told, and Sledgehammer shook his head. "What a fucking idiot." Then Sledgehammer looked over to Gothic Mirror. "So what's this favor you need us to do?

Gothic Mirror got back on the stage. "Earlier this week my informant in the FBI filled me in on the whereabouts of an alien artifact. So this morning, a few of my followers and myself, broke into a government lab, and stole it. I also may have accidentally on purpose killed one of the scientist."

Sledgehammer raised an eyebrow. "Accidentally on purpose huh? Well, where is this alien artifact now?"

Gothic Mirror reached into his robe and pulled out a small led case, and opened it up. Inside was a small crystal that was completely dark.

Sledgehammer and the rest of the Punk Rockers began feeling really uneasy, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just entered the room. Sledgehammer took a step back. "What is that thing!?!"

Gothic Mirror, who seemed not to be bothered by the orra of the crystal, looked at the crystal. "It's called the Crystal of Mordokia, but I have no idea what it does, and until Litias tells me what it does. Litias isn't getting it."

Pounder, who was now standing next to Sledgehammer, began scratching his head. "Who is Litias?"

Gothic Mirror closed the case and put it back in his Robe. "Don't worry yourself about that. What I need you to do is, when the FBI gets here, I need you to take care of them."

Sledgehammer stepped forward, "Take care of them how?"

"Kill them of course. Except for one." Gothic Mirror put his hood over his head. "Her name is Jenny Ramirez."

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mawmawpiggy · 4 years ago

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The Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 5

Jenny left the park and quickly made her way to the East Town Hospital. Once she entered the building, she made her way to the front desk. Before getting there, Jack had sent her a text with the name of the man she needed to see.

There was no one at the front desk, so Jenny stood there waiting. Her finger nails tapping the desk as she was becoming impatient.

Jenny watched as a couple entered into the emergency room. The man was spitting up blood. A nurse approached them, asking what Happened, and the woman tried to explain how he fell down some stairs. Jenny thought the story sounded fishy, but she figured it was something the local police could handle.

Finally someone came to the front desk.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

Jenny pulled out her badge. "Yes I'm Jenny Ramirez with the FBI. I'm here to speak with a Mr. Dan Spelling."

The Lady at the desk began typing on her computer. "Alright, it looks like he is in room 108. He just got out of surgery. So he is probably going to be a little loopy after all the anesthetics we gave him. So if you're going in to question him, just keep in mind, he probably not going to be able to remember everything, and anything he says, should probably be taken with a grain of salt."

"I'll keep that in mind." Jenny left the front desk, and began moving through the hospital, looking for room 108.

As Jenny walked around the Hospital, she asked a nurse where room 108 was. The nurse pointed down a Hallway and told her it was at the very end on the left. Jenny made her way down the hall, and once she got to the room. She took a deep breath and let it out to prepare herself for what she had to do. Jenny was never much for talking to people, especially strangers, and she hated having to pry information out of them.

Jenny walked into the hospital room, and saw Dan laying in the bed. His eyes partially opened. Once Dan saw her, he began sitting up. Jenny pulled out her badge. "Jenny Ramirez, FBI. I'm just here to get your statement."

Dan nodded, and Jenny took a step closer to his bed. "Some of my colleagues have already taken statements from your coworkers. They said some men in hoods broke into your lab, and apparently they were using some kind of hallucination gas, because all of them are claiming to have seen hallucinations."

Dan put his hand up to try and stop Jenny from talking. Then with a very weak voice tried to correct Jenny. "It... wasn't a...gas."

Jenny looked at him with confusion. "Excuse me!"

"It.. wasn't a gas.. it was a man."

Jenny raised an eyebrow. She figured he must still be feeling the effects of the morphine, or whatever they used on him in the surgery. Jenny thought about maybe coming back later, but she also knew Jack was planning on making a move against the people responsible, later today. So she needed to get as much information out of the man as soon as possible. So that meant she was going to have to listen to everything the man said, and determine which parts where true, and what parts was created from the drugs, he is currently on.

Jenny thought carefully about her next question. Then she finally decided to indulge a little bit in the man's possibly delusion. "So tell me about this man. What exactly happened?"

Dan didn't have much strength, but he tried his best to recall what happened. Dan explained how Steve and him, were working on a project. Then the hooded men arrived, and that was when people began seeing the hallucinations. Then Dan began describing the events that led to Steve's death. Tears began running down his cheek.

Jenny could tell that Dan was pretty close with his friend, and watching him die, had to be the most traumatic moment of his life. Dan was doing his best to describe his killer. How the killer just held his hand up, and said, "Fear." How shortly afterwards, Steve went into cardiac arrest.

Dan also said that one of the hooded men had called the man Gothic Mirror, and apparently someone by the name Litias had shown him how to use his power. Then he explained that it was about this time, he got stabbed.

Jenny was writing down everything Dan was saying. Once Dan was finished talking, Jenny looked over at Dan and asked, "Do you know what they were after?"

Dan remained silent for a minute. It seemed like he was trying to remember. Then Jenny noticed Dan's eyes grow wide, and he started panicking. "The crystal!!! Oh my God!!! They took the crystal!"

Jenny stared at Dan for a second, before asking. "What crystal?"

Dan tried to regain his composure. He wasn't sure how to answer that question. Finally he thought it would be best to start from the beginning. "Five years ago a team of archeologists went to Greece. Once there, they went to a small village deep into the mountains."

Jenny sat down on the edge of Dan's bed, so she could hear him better. Dan looked at her. "How much do you know about Greek mythology?"

Jenny thought about it for a second. "I took a class in high school. It wasn't a subject I cared much about."

Dan gave a faint laugh. "Well it wouldn't have helped you much anyways, because what I'm about to tell you, you won't find in Homer's Odyssey."

Jenny gave a faint smile. "I barely even remember that."

Dan continued. "Well when the archeologists got to the village. They were told that the mountains they were in was possibly the location of the fabled Mount Olympus, and over two thousand years ago. The people there still believed in the Greek Gods. You know, Zeus, Hermes, Hera, and so forth. You know what I'm talking about right?"

Jenny was trying to be polite. She didn't care much about stories of ancient gods or even religion for that matter. She just wanted Dan to get to the point. So Jenny gave Dan a slight smile, and said, "Yeah I've seen movies before."

Dan laughed, then winced in pain. "Yeah, I guess there is alot of movies about Greek mythology." Dan was trying to get back on track. "Anyways... according to legend one day a red woman appeared."

Jenny interrupted. "Was she wearing a red dress or something?"

"No!" Dan sat up more. "This woman's skin was red. Locals say she had the body of an angel, but the head of a Lion. Her teeth were like little spikes, and she had a fang like a Saber tooth tiger."

Jenny was puzzled. "You mean fangs like a saber tooth tiger?"

"No!" Dan fired back. "I mean fang. On the left side of her mouth."

At this point, the only thing going through Jenny's head was how much morphine did they give to this guy?

Dan continued. "The Red Woman told the villagers to never go into the mountain cave. For if they did. It would bring the end of our species. After that, the people there stopped believing in the Greek Gods."

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Dan lowered his head. "Because they believed The Red Woman killed them all."

Jenny sat there wondering what exactly this had to do with the crystal they were working on. "So you're saying they found the crystal in these forbidden caves?"

"Yes." Dan adjusted himself again, to get more comfortable. "The team that found it and brought it to us. All of them ended up with psychological damage. All of them eventually wounded up in therapy. They all reported having terrible nightmares. Most of them were afraid to go to sleep. All them kept saying death was coming, and one of them even committed suicide.

Jenny sat there quietly as Dan took a deep breath to compose himself. "The crystal isn't from our world. The Element that it's made from doesn't show up on our periodic table, and anytime someone shows anger around it. It goes very dark, and an orra of death will feel the room. It's as if the soul of the Grim Reaper himself was trapped inside it."

Jenny was beginning to believe some of what Dan was saying. Dan didn't seem like a crazy person, nor did any of this really sound like something brought on by morphine. It was far to detailed.

Jenny stood up and looked down at Dan. "Why do you think the men in hoods, took the crystal?"

Dan looked up at Jenny and starred into her eyes. "There is only one reason to take the crystal. To destroy the world."

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Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 3

It was a nice sunny day in the park. Two women were walking closely together, one pushing a baby stroller, the other fidgeting with her hand.

Jenny was super nervous, Carla hadn't said much to her since the two of them came to the park. All she had done is push the stroller and tend to her baby. This made Jenny even more nervous.

The two of them had met at a company party, and Carla was the wife to her boss Captain Jack Morner, of the FBI. Jack was an abusive man, and during the time Jenny has known Carla, she has seen Jack verbally abuse his wife on a number of occasions. There were even times Jenny wanted to step in, but each time she did, Carla talked her down and tried to convince Jenny it wasn't so bad, and that he really was a good father.

Yet the abuse must have gotten to Carla, because eventually she began experimenting with Jenny. Jenny was a well known member of the LGBTQ+ community, with emphasis on the L. She was openly gay, and her success in law enforcement, and made her very popular in that community.

Jenny and Carla's affair had only been going on for a few months, but Jenny had fallen pretty hard for Carla, and she really didn't want her relationship with her to end, but with Carla's unwillingness to divorce Jack, she really didn't know how long it could last.

The two of them stopped on a bridge, overlooking a creek. The two of them had come here often. Mostly to feed the ducks, but there were no ducks here today.

Carla was looking out at the creek, but Jenny was starring at her. Carla then turned to Jenny. "We need to talk."

Jenny gave a nervous smile. "This isn't about my snoring is it?"

Carla gave a slight laugh. "Oh Jenny, there you go again, making jokes to hide your nervousness." Carla stared at the ground. "This isn't easy for me to say. I really enjoyed our time together, you're funny, and beautiful, and you opened me up to a whole new world, but we have to end this now."

Jenny heart sank. It's one thing to think it was going to happen, it's another thing, to hear the words. Carla continued. "It just if Jack finds out, we could lose everything. I would lose the kids and the house, and you could lose your job.

Jenny, ponder for a moment. Then said, I really don't care if I lose my job, and as far as your house and ki...

Carla interrupted Jenny. "Really!?! Jenny, you're entire identity is tied to your job! You are like the world's most famous FBI agent. He'll! You were famous before getting to the FBI. You brought down a entire drug cartel as an undercover cop."

Jenny tried to interrupted, but Carla spoke over her. "You shot and killed a well known serial killer. Jenny, you are a hero. Don't throw away everything you have for me."

Jenny knew at this point, Carla had made her mind up, and nothing she could say would change her mind. Jenny stood there silent as Carla came over to her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you at the next company party." Carla then grabbed her stroller and pushed it back towards her car.

Jenny watched Carla walk away, and tears began forming in her eyes. She turned to look at the creek and wiped the tears out of her eyes. For a moment she thought, if this bridge was higher, and looking over a river or a street, she might just jump off of it and end it all. Unfortunately it wasn't very high and the creek was shallow, so the best she could hope for was a sprang ankle.

Killing herself wasn't a option anyways, to many people looked up to her, plus... Jenny stopped her train of thought.

Jenny jumped up and sat on the wooden rail of the bridge and began thinking about her career. Carla was right, she had seen alot of action, but sadly she never solved the one case that meant the most to her. She never found out who it was that killed her sister, and brother in law, and she never found out what happened to her nephew.

There death, and missing nephew, is what got her to join law enforcement in the first place. The Cops in Roswell New Mexico said it was a cold case, and they had no suspects, unfortunately over the years, Jenny couldn't find any evidence either, and still remains a cold case to this day.

That not the only mystery that Jenny was dealing with. Her entire career was a mystery, she should have been dead countless times, but some how, if through some miracle she survived, like when she was locked in the basement of a serial killer. It was dark, and when she shot her gun, she didn't even shoot anywhere close to where the killer was at, but when the light came on, there he was dead on the floor. Jenny's bullet right between his eyes.

It's like her entire career she has had a guardian angel, but if that was true, then this past six months, her angel must have went on vacation, because this last six months has been both a personal and professional hell for her.

Yes, she really liked Carla, but having to hide it from everyone was stressful. Then dealing with Jack at work was a pain in the ass, because every time a new case would come up, and she would get a lead, Jack would pull her off the case, and reassign her to desk work. For the first time in her life, she was beginning to hate her job, and really considering quitting.

As Jenny thought about what her next step in life was going to be, and how she really didn't want to work for the FBI anymore, her phone began going off. Jenny reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone and answered it.

"Jennifer Ramirez," the voice on the other end echoed through her ears. Jenny recognized the voice on the other end. It was Jack, and he was the last person she wanted to hear from.

"This is Jenny. What can I do for you Jack?

"We have a situation, I need you to go down to the East Town Hospital, and interview a witness for your next case."

"I can be there in ten minutes. I'm at the park right now."

"I see." Jack laughed. "Did I interrupt your morning jog?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Yeah Jack, you did, but I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Well when you get done with the interview, come straight back to the office for a debriefing." After Jack gave his instructions, he hung up the phone.

Jenny stood there for one more minute, and thought. I guess one more case won't hurt. One way or another, this will be my last.

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Crystal of Mordokia

Chapter 2

When the school bell rang, Sherrie quickly went to her locker, grabbed her bag, and made her way out of the school building.

As soon as Sherrie got off school property, she pulled out her phone, then she found a near by bench to sit down. After scrolling through several Facebook posts, she found the one she was looking for.

She went to The Disciples Facebook page and pulled up their latest video. The video had the four members of the band: Kyle, John, Morris, and Burt, talking to some really old radio dj.

Burt was Sherrie's favorite, with his long blonde hair, and blue eyes, he also wore a cool Leather Jacket, and his tight black leather jeans just made him so damn hot. The rest of the band was sexy too, but Burt was to die for. Just so damn hot.

Sherrie watched the interview, the old man was asking about the new album. Burt answered most of the questions, Sherri learned that the new album would drop next month, and there new single would be called the anthem of Widow Maker, what ever the hell that meant, but what she really wanted to know was what time, and where the show was going to be tonight.

Finally the old man asked the question. "So this show you're doing here in town isn't on your tour schedule. What made you all want to do a show here?"

Burt brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Because tonight is a historic night. The Gothic Lights are going to usher in a new age for the world to see, and we get to be a part of that history, that unveiling. We would not miss this for the world.

The old radio dj, was shocked by the answer. "Wait I thought The Gothic Lights were a cult."

Kyle seemed to be offended by the radio dj's reaction. "Cult!?!" Buddy. The Gothic Lights are the one true religion." The other band members seem to agree. Plus Kyle was a large frame man with him wearing all black, complimenting his dark hair, and brown eyes. He did not look like a dude you would want to piss off.

The old man still seemed thrown off by the bands attitude. "That's a pretty bold statement. Aren't you afraid you might alienate some of your fans by saying that?"

Morris, the smallest member of the band, chimed in. He also had long dark hair like Kyle, but he always sported his trademark nose ring. "Look dude. If our fans aren't willing to follow in the light, then those aren't fans we want."

John, the one who seemed like the sweet heart of the group, his hair was slightly less dark than Kyle and Morris, and was only a little bit bigger than Morris, spoke in a soothing voice. "Look at all the evil that is in the world today. Drug dealers around every corner, mass shootings every week, and greedy corporations selling out their own country just to make a profit. The Gothic Lights want to bring an end to all that."

Burt gave a nod towards Morris, then added. "There suppose to be a balance between the good and evil and when that balance is off, it's up to evil to put the balance back, before God gets angry. So if people see the Gothic Lights as evil. They fail to see just how important the Gothic Lights are and in the end, all who don't support them, will parish."

The old dj seemed to be really thrown off by their answers, and so was Sherrie. Like most people she thought the Gothic Lights were a crazy cult. The group had only been around for the last 5 months, but there leader. Someone who went by the name Gothic Mirror had been all over the news, making headlines, and has been attracting more and more followers, now it looks like he had even gotten The Disciples to follow him. Maybe The Gothic Lights are legit.

As Sherrie ponder whether or not the Gothic Lights were legit, she suddenly heard a voice. "Hey little girl. What are you doing over there?" The voice took her off guard, but she recognized it immediately. It was her Dad. Her real Dad.

Sherrie hadn't seen her real dad for years. In fact he was told to stay away from her. He was a member of a group called The Punk Rockers, a violent motorcycle gang, wanted in several states. When Sherrie saw her dad he was wearing the Gang's colors proudly. He wore a jean jacket, and black pants, but what really made him stand out was his big blonde Mohawk. She remembered her mom saying she was in a rebellious faze, when the 2 of them dated.

Sherrie was happy to see her father, but she was nervous as well. "Dad! What are you doing here? You know we can't be seen together."

"Shhh!" Sherrie's dad put his finger to his lips. "Quiet now. I know all that, but I have a surprise for you. So don't draw any attention to us."

Sherrie rolled her eyes. "Dad your a 40 year old man with a giant Mohawk, talking to a teenage girl, and you are worried about me drawing attention to us."

Sherrie's dad laughed. "Ha ha. Good point. So I need to make this quick." Sherrie's dad reached into his jean jacket, and pulled out a package and handed it to Sherrie. The package was wrapped, but it was clearly a cd.

Sherrie gave her dad an awkward look. "Dad I listen to music on my IPhone. I don't even have a cd player."

Sherrie's dad frowned. "Just open it!"

Sherrie opened the package, "Holy crap!!! This album wasn't supposed to be out until next month!"

Sherrie stared at the cd, it was definitely The Disciples latest album, but according to the information online the release date was a month away.

Sherrie looked up at her dad. "How did you get this?"

Sherrie's dad smiled. "Well, you see what happened was, your dad is actually friends with the band. In fact, that show there having tonight. Me and the boys will be working security there."

"Really!?!" Sherrie's eyes widen. "Oh my God!!! You got to get me in."

"Calm down!" Sherrie's dad put his palm up. "I can do better than get you into the show, I can get you backstage with them. All you gotta do is be at the Gothic complex tonight at seven, and whatever you do, don't tell your mom. If she finds out we have been talking. We will both be up shit creek.

Sherrie wrapped her arms tight around her dad, and squeezed as hard as she could. "Thank you so much dad. I think when I grow up I want to be just like you." Then Sherrie looked up at her dad's hair. "By the way do I have to have a mohawk to be in the Punk Rockers?"

Sherrie's dad laughed. "I'm sure they would make an exception for you."

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