Once upon a time, there was a wise and spirited mariner, tasked with leading his men into battle. After a long, tiresome, and brutal war, he was to return home. However, he failed to placate the great god of the ocean, who sent winds to turn his ship off course.
Lost at sea, the mariner and his companions encountered many unusual trials, and faced monsters fearsome and strange. Soon, the mariner--who had not seen home in several years--realized that he had found a new family among his crew, who fought together shoulder to shoulder, and braved the most terrible storms.
Still, the wily mariner knew he would one day return to the place where it all began; and that there was something even greater out there, among the waters, calling him...calling him...
"Been a long time since I've been on a boat."
"Do you miss it, mi amor?"
Spike looked onto the shining lake. The weather was temperate and the breeze, fresh. Far from the rains of Guadalluvia know, Spike and Victor bathed in sunlight as the charted boated heard towards the sacred Isla Del Sol, sight of the Divine Wellsprng.
Spike gave the masked man's words some considerable thought, before he shrugged and leaned over the rail of the small ship. "Nah. The GSA is so much nicer." He looked up at the quiet muscle man, dressed in a plain, purple shirt and jeans. It was one of the rare times Spike had seen Victor so dressed down.
"How are you feeling, big guy?"
The masked man smiled, sadly. "Like a man stranded in the desert, tasting his first drop of water in ages." He placed his hand to his covered head, like he was attempting to hold back a migraine, "El Amante does not conceal his heart, and right now it is...quite broken. Apparently, Camazotz Jr. is dead. I suspect it wasn't a natural death."
Spike felt his heart drop into his stomach. For all of his adventures in the military, he hadn't even encountered what he would call 'evil'. Los Venoms were the baddest he'd gone up against. Death was not something Spike had to ever consider in the world of spellbreaking before.
The stakes were higher than expected. Still, Spike had grown up enough in the last few months that he could put off his anxiety for a little while, and let his friend speak his truth.
Though Spike knew Victor was putting on a neutral face, concealment was part of his act. "When I was growing up, I was told it was him, or his father, that had killed the man who married my mother, and set my family on a ruinous path. A brutal, lonely childhood." He tried to smile, more of a grimace, as the boat rocked back from a wave kicked up by a passing transport speeder. "They say I am half human. I never figured out if they were right."
A year ago, Spike would have raised an eyebrow at this. But in the last week alone, he'd encountered gods and ancient, enchanted artefacts, so this was just another thing for the pile.
He ventured. "Er...and...what is the other half?" He figured he should tread carefully, but if Victor was offended, he'd let it be known.
To Spike's relief, the man laughed. He shifted his body to face Spike, draping his beefy arm over his friend's shoulder. "What else? A demon of seduction."
That explains the sexy, gravely voice, Spike thought. "Do you believe that?"
"I mean...don't you, sexy?" He winked, but otherwise didn't turn on his powers. He hadn't, since the match. Instead, his face fell, and he resigned himself to the beauty of the lake. "I must joke, Spike. Or I may weep..."
Spike reached up and rubbed his back. "Buddy."
"It is alright, chico. I am a sensitive man."
"And muscular."
"Ah, but the heart is the strongest muscle of all, and right now, it is torn." He shook his head, hair tumbling this way and that, not unlike a shampoo commercial model's. "I should have protected Iggy. Er, don't tell them they said that."
"Ha! You know, bud, it's funny. They said the same thing about you, in the hospital."
Victor smiled, Just Inaci's nickname alone made their face light up. "That is not at all surprising that they would say that. I will see them soon. Right now, I have a duty to perform." He pointed to the rocky island, dotted with ruins and stones, rising up in the distance to greet them.
The visual of the ancient isle and its golden halo kickstarted Spike's memory. "Oh, that;s right! Colt wants us to meet this 'specialist of his' in the private cabin." He sighed. "I'm so tired of this supernatural shit."
"Hm. Something tells me we have a lot more in store." Casually, Victor looked over at the aft. Buck and Rosa were at the rail, engaged in a quiet, meditative conversation.
"I'd...leave those two alone," Spike cautioned. His shoulders drooped, and he removed himself from El Amante's half-embrace. "I think they might be tying up some loose ends."
Victor laughed, his attention diverted towards the stocky, handsome, tanned jock bounding towards them from below deck. "Speaking of loose ends."
Robbie, AKA Icewolf, cocked an eyebrow at Victor. "HEY!" he said, holding up his fist. But he couldn't disguise his laugh. "Glad to see you're back with us, buddy." He looked at Spike, and made a kissy face. "Colt and Mr. Iron are waiting for us. Umm..." He cleared his throat and looked at Spike.
As the most oblivious man on Earth, it said something about Spike's now frequent run-ins with Robbie that he knew what was going to come out of his pretty mouth next. Spike let out a long, exasperated sigh. "No, Cian isn't coming. Little dweeb gets seasick easily."
"That's no way to talk about my future husband!" Robbie growled back. He looked ready for a fight, but he backed down. "Anyways, better get going, eh?"
The three men left the beauty of the deck for the gloom of the cabin beneath. Spike knocked on the door, and was met by Mr. Iron, dressed in a floral button-up (very appropriate for the weather)
"Spike. Victor. Robbie." His voice was friendly, but Spike detected he was in 'serious' mode. He knew his coach.
Spike walked into the (rather spacious) carpeted room, and was met by Colt (handsome as always) and a rather imposing, dark skinned, red-headed gentleman in a laboratory coat. Spike gave him a quick look over.
Daddy ahoy, he thought, trying to control his salivating. The man was strapping, looking like a bodybuilder cosplaying as a researcher. His glasses only enhanced the nerdy, muscle-daddy appeal. Spike's eyes were drawn to his tie, printed with old fossils. A frequenter of the Upper West Side's Natural History Museum, Spike recognized ammonites and nautiluses.
"Colt," Spike said, addressing everyone politely. "Mr. Iron. ...Hunky, scientist dude."
The tall man laughed, heartily, triggering Spike's memories.
Next to him, Robbie narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, as if to say something. But his jock nature took over and he just stared ahead blankly. "Uhhh..."
"Good afternoon, Spike," the gentleman said, shaking the young spellbreaker's hand. What a grip! "It's lovely to see you again, especially under far more pleasant circumstances. I do hope you will pardon my...indiscretion at Calavera Escarlata's welcoming party. I can so often be predisposed to mischief. Especially when I'm conducting research."
Spike joined Robbie in his confusion. "Nice...to meet you...again?" His mind reeled. The scientist had an accent. Possibly a local one.
He also had quite an impressive set of white, large, almost fang-like teeth. "Robbie, good to see you well. Quite the challenger, you are."
Robbie and Spike looked at each other. Behind them, a lightbulb went off inside Victor's head. "No! But it cannot be..."
The man laughed, and Colt's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Ah, yes." He turned around towards the desk and grabbed something off a stack of papers. He held the familiar, dinosaur-inspired luchador mask up for Robbie and Spike to see.
Suddenly, his eyes glowed and his voice changed. "WHAT? DON'T RECOGNIZE ME WITH THE MASK OFF, YOU LITTLE CHICKEN NUGGETS? HAHAHA!"
Spike and Robbie jumped into each's others arms. "NO WAYYYY!"
"Worth it?" Colt said to Mr. Iron, winking.
The jovial giant laughed. "Oh, absolutely!"
Before Spike, Victor, or Robbie could get on the offensive, Colt stood up to command the room. "Hahah! Kids, let me introduce you to Dr. Tiago Reyes, Head of Paleontological Research at the University of Buenos Aires."
Tiago lowered the mask and shut his eyes, raising his head as if to bask in his own brilliance. "And a scholar on antiquities." Suddenly, his eyes opened, lizard-like. "AND, THE BIGGEST, BADDEST, DINO IN SPELLBREAKING! HAHAHA!" With that said, he motioned for Robbie, Victor, and Spike to take one of several free seats in the cabin.
Spike needed a drink. "Okay, I know say this a lot, but I really AM so confused. How are you Tirano Rex?"
The scientist daddy sat on the desk, like a flirtatious school teacher.
"Ahhh," he said, putting his signature mask aside. "Are you boys familiar with the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?"
"Kinda," Spike said.
Victor nodded.
"I've seen the porn version!" Robbie piped up, proudly.
Dr. Reyes continued, quiet and content. "The fundamental flaw with Dr. Jekyll is that, in trying to rid himself of all base desires---he allowed Mr. Hyde to take over. Instead of embracing Mr. Hyde as part and parcel of himself, he resists, leading to all sorts of chaos. When my glyph awoke--though that is a story for another time--I could have resisted my my primitive instincts. Instead, I realized...I am Tirano Rex, and Tirano Rex is me." He smiled wide, showing off his intimidating chompers.
Spike already liked T. Rex before. He was easily one of his favorite heels (and he didn't like many). Now, he had an even deeper affection. Still, it was so unusual to see a spellbreaker so willing to brake kayfabe.
"When I put on this mask," Dr. Reyes continued, as he tied his famous mask around his head, "IT DOESN'T CHANGE WHO I AM! IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT SIDE OF MYSELF!"
For the first time ever, Spike heard T. Rex, masked, speak freely. "Which is, I suppose, a long winded way to tell you that...I do not mean you any harm. Unless...you'd like me to harm you? I wouldn't mind...hehe."
Colt quickly jumped in. "Uhh...fellas, you can make that decision for yourselves in private." He looked deliberately over at Spike and Robbie, giggling to themselves like schoolboys.
Victor lowered his head, giving T. Rex a dubious look. Perhaps it was merely in his tecnico nature to express suspicion. "All of this, and you joined Los Serpents? How can we trust you."
"A fair statement," Dr. Reyes said. "Firstly, I am a free agent. After all, who wouldn't want to book the big bad dino daddy on their show? But, in truth, I have been seeking out various feds. Los Venoms held an interest for me, at first..." he waived his hand away. "But their brand of evil is boring. I PREFER CHAOS AND FUN! Besides, Aradia had already approached me a month ago with a recruitment offer. I'm one of their free agents now. I love spellbreaking, and I LOVE BEATING AND EATING CUTE BOYS. But...I am still a man of science, and an opportunity such as investigating a divine artefact does not come often, you know."
It was only for Spike sitting next to Victor that he was able to sense a flicker of his glyph activating. He understood Victor was scoping out Dr. Reyes' sincerity.
Victor smiled. "An act within an act. That is very clever, T. Rex. Sorry for the suspicions, friend. It has been a difficult last couple of weeks, you know?"
Despite his sinister appearance, there was something quite likable and earnest about Tiago Reyes. "Victor, mi hermano...I cannot fathom the depths of loneliness you must have felt. T. REX WISHES YOU PLENTY OF SELF CARE AND REFLECTION. YOU SHOULD BE KIND TO YOURSELF, AMIGO!"
"Thanks!" Victor said, as if he'd just gotten a shot to the arm. "Wow, such strong emotions from you! You are like an espresso."
"I try," Tiago said. He leaned over and removed a small cloth draped over an object sitting on the desk. "And this, my friend, is yours."
The beautiful, yellow-colored, carved Chalice of Will sat on Tiago's desk, as if it was nothing more special than a fancy paperweight. It was odd seeing it in such mundane surroundings, Spike thought. Still, it gave off an aura...
Victor looked between the cup and Tiago, then at Colt. "But..."
Colt bit his lip. "Er, what T-Daddy here means to say is that he believes you should be the one to draw water from the Divine Wellspring."
"And then, we entrust this to Aradia," Mr. Iron nodded.
Suddenly, Spike felt very assured about everything. If the three veteran spellbreakers in the room were in control, then Firebird, the Black Library, or whoever, didn't stand a chance.
Tiago Reyes hopped off his perch. "YES! WELL PUT, OLD FRIEND! I have decided to come on board, as a consultant. In exchange for a favor, of course."
Colt's shoulders slunk. "Yeah, yeah, name your price."
Tiago went from stately academic to mischievous goblin in an instant. "Hehehe! I wish to be added to the GSA roster. When a slot opens of course."
The head of the GSA pondered the request for a moment. "Well, hot damn. That's way more of a reasonable request than most bad boys I've taken on board." He smiled and shook T. Rex's hand. "You, my sharp-toothed friend, have a deal. Could always use more brutes to whip these babyfaces into shape." The cowboy king flashed a smile at Spike, who proceeded to sink deeper into the couch.
The announcement inspired Tiago to leap onto his workdesk and poses, triumphantly. "T REX NEEDS A STEADY SUPPLY OF FRESH MEAT." He flexed his biceps inadvertently causing the seams of his lab coat to split under the power of his muscles. "Oops."
On the couch, Spike, El Amante, and Robbie all blushed and immediately crossed their legs.
"Besides," Tiago said, clearing his throat and resuming his more gentlemanly affect, "I live for this sport."
"A deal is a deal, then," Colt said. He nodded to John Henry. "We can trust him."
Mr. Iron crossed his arms, not entirely on board, "I sure hope you're right. Now, judging by my watch, we got five minutes til we dock at the Isla. Victor, are you ready?"
Victor replied by pounding his fist against his chest. It reverberated across the room.
Wow, thick. Spike looked to his muscle-bound, masked friend, somewhat concerned for his mental state. "Ugh, but what if we have to deal with another like...Mayan spirit or somethin'?
Victor pat him on the back, assumingly. "Ah, that's my good amigo, looking out for your big brother. The chances of that happening would be quite small, beautiful Spike. The Island Del Sol is Incan, for one. Besides, I sense the big test is already out of the way."
Spike looked at him, blankly. "Ink...what?"
Next to him, Robbie groaned. "Ugh, leave it to the colonizer not to know jack-all about the great civilizations." He faced Spike directly. "The main empires of what you call South and Central America were the Aztecs, or Nahua, the Mayans, the Inca, and the Olmecs. As well as a few others. Don't they teach you anything in school, bro?"
Spike smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "I'd like to know more." He wasn't sure Robbie would be satisfied with this response.
The Icewolf looked him over, before ruffling Spike's feathery hair. "Ah, you're alright, bro. I can tell you more, sometime."
Dr. Reyes saw fit to interject. "Spike and Victor both raise astute observations, though my research concludes that the wellsprings are less protected than the whereabouts of their corresponding Chalices. They are of spiritual significance, and meant to be accessible to their custodians and worshippers."
The omnipresent drone of the boat engine suddenly died down to a low rumble. Tiago looked up, out the porthole window. "Hmm. Sounds as if we're about to dock. Allow me to escort you all. El Amante?
Victor looked up. "Yes?"
T. Rex smiled, and even though his teeth were sharp, there was nothing sinister about this gesture. "I cordially invite you to do the honors."
There was golden quality about the whole island, which made it stand out that much against the sapphire blue lake. Strewn with tall grass and dotted with crumbling ruins, the Isla Del Sol, or Island of the Sun, glowed with a tinge of yellow, which spread across its great hills and slopes.
Tiago led the charge through the winding pathways, flanked by remnants of the Inca. Spike, standing behind Victor, was overcome with a tranquillity he had not experienced in some time. Beneath that, however, he felt the pulse of magick--the force of the divine gift of Will. Indeed, it had taken much willpower and resolve to get this far. Spike only wished his peers, even Cian, could be here to experience this moment with the rest of them. Then again, Colt had done his best to manage everyone's emotions. Spike wondered if he'd kept the others away to give the Rivera-Rosados, Victor and Rosa, a bit of breathing room.
Victor raised his head high, breathing deeply the fresh air. "I can feel the presence of the divine here. This is...a truly magickal place."
Spike looked over his shoulder, at Rosa and Buck, taking up the tail of their little expedition. They had only passed a few tourists and locals on the way towards the wellspring. Besides that, the island was quiet, isolated. To Spike, it felt like standing inside church. But I guess it is a holy place, huh...
Tiago, who walked with a spritely gait befitting his over excitable personality, confirmed this. "It is said that this is where the sun god, Inti, emerged after the great flood. The wellspring, in this crag, ins sometimes considered Inti's well." He pointed ahead, at an unusual rock outcropping, about twelve feet high. The golden glow was concentrated there. "See how it shines with the rays of the sun! It is the embodiment of divine will."
There was poetry in everything Dr. Reyes said, a characteristic Spike would not have expected from one of his favorite "bad guy" spellbreakers. Some guys really just played up a role, it seemed. Wonder if Vahni Rage is the same way? Nah, he's probably wicked to the core.
The weary adventurers approached the small pool sheltered by the rocky awning. If Spike hadn't been told the spring was sacred, it would have looked to him like nothing more than a simple pond. Yet, as Victor approached the body of water, with the Chalice of Will in hand, a fantastic transformation took place. The wellspring began to shimmer, like liquid gold.
Victor leaned forward. "I shall take the sun in my hands." Without hesitating, he dipped the chalice into the sacred water. "Ohhhh...it's so warm. It feels nice."
He withdrew the goblet from its corresponding spring. As he did, Spike leaned forward, keen on observing what would happen next. His eyes grew larger. The golden water inside the shining chalice had transformed, becoming something like solid glass.
"WOAH!" Spike remarked.
Mr. Iron was equally taken by surprise. "I'll be. It crystalized."
Tiago nodded. "Even it's molecular state has changed," he said. "It will become liquid again, I suspect, when poured into the Well of Souls in Eden."
This was well beyond Colt's paygrade. Still, as the leader of the GSA, it was his job to take command of the situation. "Is that where Firebird intends to take these things? One of the holiest places on Earth?"
"I wish I could tell you," the handsome Argentian said. He looked over his shoulder. "Seems Aradia is here to secure the Chalice."
Spike whipped around. Suited men and women, all wearing sunglasses, had appeared above the crest of the overlooking hill "Wow! I didn't even see them. They're like ninjas."
"Good," Tiago said, laughing at Spike's juvenile remark. "Subtlety and stealth are two qualities that I'm afraid most of us spellbreakers are lacking." He addressed all of those gathered around the spring. "Good work, men. Colt, I will ensure Lily receives my research concerning the other chalice locations."
For some reason, this was the moment Robbie decided to push his way past Spike and square up with T. Rex. He grinned, balling up his fist and taking a combative stance. "And I will ensure we get a rematch a whole lot sooner."
T. Rex laughed. "HA! Name the venue, little pup. I have a score to settle."
Spike narrowed his eyes, sensing flirtation. Robbie, cool as cool could be, dragged his fingers through his close-cropped hair "Well, how about...my hotel room, big guy?"
Everyone around them, Spike included, let out a collected groan.
But not T. Rex. "GRRR! DINO DADDY HAS DONE HIS WORK TODAY! NOW HE WANTS TO PLAY WITH NAUGHTY PUPPY!"
"Growl!" Robbie said, jumping up and wrapping his thick legs around Tiago's waist. "The naughtiest puppy."
"Guys, this is holy ground!" Mr. Iron protested. But he realized it was no use. "Ugh. Okay, I think we should go."
The roar of jet engines drowned out the chatter on the tarmac of Viru Viru airpot. Overhead, planes made trails of cloud vapor in the sky.
Beneath the heavens, a young man and a young woman embraced.
"So, this is it, huh?" Buck said, trying to hold back tears.
Rosa held him tighter. "No, you idiot!" she laughed. She let go. "I'll be back. But...you better come see me in Japan, first, okay?"
Buck Tamberly, standing tall and handsome, smiled. "Got it!" He was content to let things end here, and walk away cooly. However, a larger shadow crossed his path, drawing his attention to the beefy, Mediterranean man coming up behind them at the airport gate. "Huh? Gio?"
Rosa looked over her shoulder. Gio, dressed down in a plain t-shirt and slacks, crossed his arms over his massive chest. As typical, he didn't make eye contact. Just stared at his feet.
"Rosita..." he started. He bit his lip.
Rosa cocked her head to the side, looking back over at Spike and Colt, watching at a distance from the benches, and just as confused as she was. "Yeah, Giovanni?"
The giant shuddered. Then, he looked up.
Spike, watching at a distance, reacted in shock. "Eye contact? Gio?"
The large man wrapped his massive frame around Rosa, pulling her in for a close hugh. Then, he leaned down and kissed her on both cheeks.
"For good luck," he said, warmly.
Rosa turned the color of her namesake. "G...Gio?" Wow, he smells good.
Buck looked like someone had smacked him up the side of the head. "You are kidding me..."
Sensing he'd crossed a line, Gio pulled back. "Er...it is...the Italian way!"
Rosa placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey, I'm Mexican. I totally get it." She coughed. This was more awkward than she'd anticipated. "RIGHT! I'll be going now. Victor? Cuz?"
The masked man stood at attention. "Yes, ma'am."
"Don't get cursed again, you big idiot, or I WILL kick your ass."
He laughed, trying not to shed a tear. "I am counting on it, Rosita. Take care."
Spike and Rosa had already exchanged their hugs, but he was the last person she looked at, before grabbing her luggage and heading towards the plane steps digging into the tarmac. Spike watched her go.
"First person I ever met at the GSA," he mumbled to himself. Shit, sailor, try to keep it together.
"It's okay," Victor said, hugging him from behind.
Of course, he knows what I'm feeling. "I know I should let it out, V man, but...I don't feel like crying in front of Buck. Gotta keep it together...."
"Well, I always say you should let it out, but..." Victor trailed off. A pink aura briefly enveloped him, and he placed his hand on the back of Spike's neck. "Just this once."
The sensation of loss turned instead into a fond memory of Rosa, converting Spike's sorrow into softer emotions. He smiled, grateful. "Thanks, V." He watched Buck drag his hand across his face, wiping away a stand of tears.
"I'm fine," Buck said, smiling through the pain.
Colt tapped him on the shoulder. "Nice sendoff, Mr. President."
"Thanks, Dad," Buck sighed. Then, he looked up, perplexed. "Wait, what do you mean?"
Spike and Victor looked over at their wily president. Spike knew that look, that shit-eating grin in particular. It was a grin he'd seen plastered on Colt's face before, typically when he was about to outsmart or outgun an opponent.
The blonde, buff leader of the GSA placed one hand behind his head; the other donned a pair of sunglasses, keeping out the Bolivian sun. "Well, seeing as I'm now out of retirement, I can't go around trying to juggle a whole fed now, can I? Besides, any good President worth his salt, knows its much safer to stay put at federation headquarters."
Colt grabbed Buck's arm, tugging him closer. He did the same to Spike, brining them together. It was useless resisting against his strenght, and so the two men were pulled towards each other, like magnets. Victor and Gio, both long-time pals, watched along in confusion.
As always, Victor was the first to put the pieces together. "Oh, no..."
Gio looked over, baffled. "Non capisco?"
Victor spoke back in Spanish, knowing Gio's propensity for Romance languages. "¡Tenemos un nuevo presidente!"
"Hahahhaha!" Colt laughed, barely able to containt himself. "So, with that said, Spike...allow me to be the first to introduce you to the interim president of the GSA. Buck Tamberly!"
Spike nearly reeled back, as if Colt had smacked him in the face with his giant fist.
Buck, however, just stared blankly ahead. "...What."
A thousand thoughts ran through Spike's mind, until he arrived at the ultimate conclusion. Of course Buck would make a good president. He practically ran the fed anyway.
With that in mind, and completely well intended, Spike smirked and donned his best Marilyn Monroe impression. "Happy birthday, Mr. President..."
"GAAAH!" Buck jumped back, startling even Victor and Gio, and drawing the eyes of several security guards. He stared down his father and friend, huffing like a cornered beast. "I will end you!" he snarled. "I will end BOTH of you. M-m-me? PRESIDENT?"
"Hello, little wolfie."
"That's BIG wolfie to you, Deadboss!"
A full moon hung in the sky, glowing a slight orange. Perched in the branches of a gnarled, dead oak, the pale-faced, sinisterly handsome man reclined like a king of the damned, letting his long leg hang off the branch. Surrounded by gloom and fog, the muscular, young man leaned back and listened to the mournful bay of a coyote in the distance.
Truly, there could be no better moment to launch his counter-attack against the federation that had abandoned him.
The handsome, devilish Australian fingered his strange necklace, in the shape of a skull, dangling in the valley of his pectorals beneath his fishnet tanktop. "Oh, I already know how big it is," he snickered, lasciviously. "Speaking of which, how was your root with Dino Daddy?"
Resting at the base of the dead tree, Icewolf sighed in contentment. "Hehe. A gentleman never kisses and tells, bro." He scratched at his armpit and held up the string-bound folder for his partner-in-crime to take. "I got the goods. T. Rex's research."
With a grin that could cut solid rock, Deadboy turned the folder over with his black-painted fingernails, savoring the acquisition. "Exxxxxcellent work, mate." He reached over with his long, knotted arm, and scratched Robbie on the top of the heead. "Who's a good wolfie?"
Robbie stuck out his tongue. "Hehe, me! I'm a good wolfie."
"That you are, mad lad." With his free hand, Deadboy Daemian--real name, Lachlan Jago--took a sip from his beer bottle. "Looks like we stand a chance gettin' to the chalices before the GSA and Firebird now." He pointed to the full moon adorning his first love, the night sky. "Mark my words, Robbie. I will be champion again." He handed Robbie the bottle.
Robbie took it with honor. "Awww yeah, bro," he said, tossing back a mighty gulp, "it's all coming together."
"Hmmm...what's today's date again?"
"30th of September?"
"Hehehe. Right." Deadboy shifted in his branches, standing up and extending his hands to the moon, clawing down as if to pluck it from the sky. "It's about to be the season of the dead!"
Behind him, in the dark, two red eyes pierced the gloom. A low, haunting voiced called to him from the void. "S̴̲͙͒͝ǫ̴̝̐͑ ̴͇̈́̕c̷̥͆̾ḻ̸̇̇o̷̰̒̽ͅs̸̬̋͝e̶̹͐̓ ̵̨̔n̸̫̝̒ǫ̴͝ͅw̵̛̙̝,̷̠͆́ ̸̬͖͌ǩ̶̺i̷̛͉ñ̶̤̞d̷͕͐r̴̻͓̅e̸̠͎͝ḋ̷͈̆.̵͕͊"
A cold chill ran up Robbie's spine. Even though he was used to Robbie's...'tag partner' coming and going from the shadows by now, his appearance never failed to give him the creeps. "Does...does he have to always show up out of nowhere like that?"
Deadboy giggled, ghoulishly. "Relax, mate. My tag partner won't bite. Unless I tell him too, that is." With that said, Lachlan creeped over to the edge of the branch and stood tall, staring in the direction of the GSA campus, lit up in the dark.
"Get ready for a a DEADLY HALLOWEEN, YA C***S! HahAhahHahHAAHAhahHAHA!!!"
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