Necrolai rubbed her hands together in anticipation of what she was about to do. Before her now, was a portal leading into another dimension…where she would find it. Yes, where she would find the one thing that everyone had failed to capture, conquer, or destroy – and with the borrowed power of the Master's, she could draw it into the Underworld and finally use it to raise the Master!
"Do not fail the Master, hag," Koragg barked, as he finished the last part of the spell to the portal.
Necrolai let out a dry laugh.
"When I return, you will no longer be Master's favorite, Koragg," She said haughtily, flipping her 'hair' over her shoulder, and quickly flew through the portal to capture what she needed before Koragg could say another word.
I sighed, and ran my hands through my hair before closing the register with a soft click and locking it.
Who knew it could be so stressful to work at Starbucks?
I quickly picked up my black backpack I used for school (and to carry around everything else, for that matter), and threw my hoodie on, happy to feel the warmth and comfy-ness that it offered.
Stepping out of the store, I was met by the wind of a dark October night and an empty street. I turned to lock the door behind me, and as I turned my back to the street, was aware of a shadow that fell across me.
I quickly took my pepper spray out of my bag and whipped around, hiding it behind my back for now.
"Hello there," The thing in front of me said. I came to the conclusion that it was female from its voice, and that it was definitely weird. Don't get me wrong, I wear black all the time…but you don't see me popping up out of nowhere wearing fangs, now do you? And please, aren't the bat wings a little too … bulky?
"Umm…..hi," I answered it, "Sorry…but…umm…we're closed," I indicated to the store behind me.
"We re-open at four, though," I said, and the thing in front of me crossed her arms in a snooty kind of way.
"That's not what I'm here for," She barked at me, and I jumped at her voice. Wow, either she smoked a LOT, or her voice was just naturally scratchy like that.
"I'm here for The Storm, now hand it over!" She barked at me, and held her hand out, as if she wanted something from me.
I looked at her incredulously. What the hell was this lady talking about?
I slowly stepped around her, giving her the 'you're-a-weirdo-stay-away-from-me' look.
"Umm, I have no idea what you're talking about ma'am," I started slowly, coming to a halt and facing her, "But I do think that there's a drug dealer down the street, if that's what you're looking for,"
She growled lowly and turned to face me.
"Don't play games with me! Give me what I came for, or perish!" She yelled, and started to chant something in a weird language.
I stared at her. Yep, she was definitely crazy. I turned around and began to walk away quickly.
"Nice meeting you, bye!" I yelled over my shoulder quickly, and broke out into a full sprint.
Suddenly, I saw a dark purple symbol in front of me on the ground, and I skidded to a halt. What the-
"Arrrgh!" The crazy lady yelled, as I felt something sharp dig into my shoulders and was lifted off the ground and carried into the giant symbol thingy.
Darkness blinded my vision for a moment before it returned, and I found myself above a clearing surrounded by forest.
I twisted and turned, but the things driving into my shoulders just drew deeper.
"Damn it, bitch, put me down!" I yelled at the bat thing angrily.
"Of course!" She spat back just as angrily, and threw me to the ground.
I let out a small yelp of pain as I landed on my shoulder and the wind was knocked out of me.
Coughing, I managed to stand up with my hands on my knees.
With a thud, the stupid bat lady landed in front of me.
"Now are you ready to give it to me?" She yelled, and I glared at her from my doubled-over position.
"Listen lady, first off, you don't need to yell. I'm right here, and I can hear you just fine," I stated calmly and firmly, standing up fully, "And second, I don't know what this 'Storm' of yours is, but I don't have it."
She growled at me loudly.
"Fine," She said, as I watched dark purple light gather up in her hands, " I'll just have to take it myself!"
She pushed her arms forward, sending the light towards me at a fast pace.
Panicking, I looked around for something to help me. Finding nothing, I squeezed my eyes shut….
Nothing happened. Confused, I opened my eyes, and found myself sitting on a bench in a city. Skeptical, I looked around. Streets, people, stores, and no bitchy-bat thing. What the hell was going on?
Sighing in frustration, I quickly put my pepper spray back in my bag and took out my drawing pad and a pencil.
Damn, I'm an idiot…why didn't I use the f*cking pepper spray?
I opened it up to a new page and began to draw, not really caring what came out. I just draw whenever I'm upset of confused, and I don't really tend to care a lot what comes out.
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man come out of the store I was sitting in front of, and ran his fingers through his curly hair stressfully.
He sat down on the bench next to me, and buried his face in his hands.
Trying my best to ignore him, I kept drawing.
Great what the hell am I gonna do now? I'm only-Lord-knows-where and I have no means of transportation, money, shelter , food-
"Excuse me?" I heard the man say next to me, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I turned to him.
"Yeah?" I asked uncertainly, not sure of whom to trust anymore.
"You drew that?" He asked, and gestured to the drawing pad in my lap. I looked down at it, and saw the weirdest thing I have ever drawn.
It was an electric guitar with the devil's face etched into it, with wings behind it that turned into flames at the tips of the feathers.
"Yeah, I did," I said slowly.
He smiled widely and enthusiastically.
"Hey! Would you work for me?" He said, gesturing to himself then the shop we were sitting in front of.
I looked up at the sign above the entrance.
"'The Rock Porium'?" I said out loud.
"Yeah! We need someone with artistic talent like yours to make murals on the walls and design signs, not to mention it would be helpful to have another hand around," He explained, and I shrugged. What else was I supposed to do? This better than McDonalds.
"Sure," I said, and he smiled widely, jumping up.
"Great! What's ya name?" He asked, as he grabbed my wrist ad led me into the shop full of records, CDs, and all types of music.
"Emma Bell," I said, as he threw a purple shirt at me over his shoulder and turned around with his hand out.
"I'm Toby, store owner," He said, as he took my hoodie off of me along with my backpack, and set them by the coatrack.
"You can start right away!" He exclaimed excitedly, as he propelled me out the door, and towards a blank wall on the side of the store. At the base of the wall was all types of paints and brushes, along with a smock and a ladder.
"I need this done by 3, okay Em?" He asked, and I nodded. This must've been what he was so stressed out about, poor guy.
"Thanks again, and good luck!" He yelled to me as he ran around the corner and back into the shop.
I sighed and shook my head, taking out my iPod and setting it to my favorite rock playlist - gotta be in the rock mood, ya know.
Right now, It was about 8 in the morning, so I had roughly 7 hours to paint this thing. Sighing, I put the apron on and climbed the ladder to begin painting.
_6 hours later_
I wiped my hands on my apron, satisfied with my work.
In front of everything going in the mural, 'Rock Porium" Was painted in orange graffiti, and in the back ground was a little bit of every song I had listened to. I drew a weird type of cartoon castle from the song 'Disneyland', a street going into the moon from the song 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams', I did an ACDC sign from the many songs I had listened to from them, and lots of other tidbits.
I finally stepped down off the ladder, ad threw away all the empty paint cans….which was all of them. I took off my apron and shirt Toby had given me (I had a black tank top on underneath, with some grey motorcycle on it) and set them down next to the ladder.
Smiling, I stepped around the corner, only to see an old man across the street, saying something about help.
I quickly crossed the street to see what his problem was.
"Would somebody help me?" He asked desperately, his old voice cracking, "My brother was lost in the forest, and I need help to find him!"
A disapproving murmur went through the crowd, and My brow furrowed. How could people not help him?
"I'll help you," I said casually, and heard gasps from the crowd. I looked at them all weirdly. What the hell was their issue?
"Me too," I heard a male voice from behind me, and turned to see a boy my age with dark hair and dark skin, on a motorcycle. He quickly got off of it, and walked towards me and the old man. Another murmur rippled through the crowd.
"You're not from around here, are you mate?" An Australian accent said from the corner of the crowd, and and I turned to face him.
"Nope," He answered, and I shook my head.
The boy stepped forward, and I could see he had brown hair, matching eyes, ad an attitude that screamed 'full-of-myself'.
"Nobody goes in there," He started, and a small smirk entered my face from his accent, "Because nobody comes out,"
"I'll go with you," A girl behind him said, stepping forward. She had a sort of pixie cut and a punk attitude, that much I could tell as she walked forward to join me and .
"Me too!" A tall, red-headed boy exclaimed, a smile spread over his face as he bounded towards us.
"I've always wanted to go on a dangerous quest!" He exclaimed, and I looked at him oddly. Wow, this kid was a weirdo.
The girl standing next to Aussie sighed and walked towards us.
"I'm sticking with my sister," She stated, and motioned to Aussie to come along.
"Come on, Xander," She said, as the old man led us into the forest.