Athol - Complete Perditus and Sisters Meme

"I posted a snippet of this on my blog not long ago. This meme really was an eye opener as far as character motivation. Ya see, my character Perditus is prone to being a very self-righteous person, caring more about being a hero than actually being virtuous. This meme opened my eyes to a whole new side of him. To a loving and caring brother that only wants to protect his sisters. Perhaps he does try too hard to be a hero, but that's because he feels a responsibility to do so. Click here for a link to the meme in its entirety." -Casey

Winter kept a cold grip on the forest, blanketing the bare limbs of trees in a thick sheet of snow. Leona ran across one of the wooden bridges of the treetop village, knocking snow to the ground far below. She reached the end of the bridge and found the entrance to Perditus’ room blocked by a long thick blanket that hung like curtain above the door.
She pushed it aside so that she could enter the room and then she quickly shut it again. She found her brother standing at the back of the room with a blanket hanging over his shoulders, trying desperately to catch a piece of paper that had been blown out of his grasp when Leona entered. He caught the paper (which turned out to be a map) and quickly threw it onto his writing desk dropping his blanket down over it as he turned to greet his sister.
“Leona! Sister dear,” he exclaimed. “What brings you here? I’d have thought that everyone was gathered around the fireplace by now.”
“They are,” Leona explained. “But you weren’t there. Why are you hiding in your room? Are you and grandfather still arguing?”
“Grandfather and I are not arguing,” Perditus protested. “I would never speak out against him.”
Leona shrugged this off, eager to drop the subject and get back to the task that had brought her through the snow. “I brought something for you,” she said as she reached into her coat pocket.
Perditus walked up to her to find that she was now holding a small red flower that had petals shaped like little hearts. The flower was flattened so it could be assumed that Leona had taken it from her pressed flower collection.
“Thank you, Leona, but why the sudden gift?” he asked. “February fourteenth is hardly a holy day.”
“Ely was upset yesterday because she said winter was cold and dead and no colors were around under all the snow,” Leona reminisced. “So I wanted to give everyone a spring flower so they could remember the colors.”
Perditus turned the little flower by the stem between his thumb and index finger. It was in fact a very bright color, not unlike the bright blue color of his sister’s eyes.
Perditus dropped to his knees suddenly and wrapped his arms around Leona in a tight hug. The girl was surprised, but she of course hugged her brother back in return.
“Brother! Whatever is the matter?” she asked worriedly.
Perditus pulled away from her again, letting out a long breath in short spurts as he held the little flower between them. “This little flower is just like you, Leona,” he explained. “Its color shines all the brighter when the rest of the world is barren of such beauty.”
Leona stared at her brother, confusion emanate on her face. “It’s not supposed to make you sad,” she said.
“I’m not sad,” he assured her. “I just wish the rest of the world could see this beautiful flower.”

Perditus and Leona (C) SuperheroGeek13

Zared - Hydrokinesis

"I had a ground breaking realization about Zared's story not long ago and it got this scene out of me. I've been treating this character as too soft and innocent, when he really has the potential to be quite dangerous and perhaps even villainous.

Anyway, this is a scene where he's been abducted by goblins and has to make his escape or be eaten. I think the scene needs to be extended, but we shall see." -Casey

Zared awoke finding it difficult to breath. His face was being smothered against something tough that smelt of rot and when he tried to pull it off, he found that he was entirely incased in the material. He had been tied up in a sack while he slept.

The horrible throbbing on the back of his head brought back his memory of being attacked by the goblins. He touched his hand to his hair and found that it was caked mud or perhaps blood, he couldn’t tell in the darkness.

Zared decided to slow his breathing again as if he was still unconscious. That helped him to relax his mind and gather up his magic. He reached out with his mind and felt the cool moist air flowing around him for miles in several directions, like the air after days of autumn rain. His head was beginning to cloud so he focused all his magic on his current surroundings. He was on the hard and cold wet floor of a massive structure, taller than the great hall of the palace. Small passages snaked in three different directions, but he couldn’t sense where they would lead. Lastly, there was the warm feeling of something else in the chamber with him, the warmth of living creatures lurking about the room. Zared didn’t dare to reach for their minds, less they discover that he was alive and capable of putting up a fight against them.

He placed his hand against the sack and soaked the water out from it so that is swirled around his fingers. He took his time with the process, allowing the water to flow silently.

A low growl echoed through the chamber and it came from just a few feet before Zared. The young man held his hands to his chest, ready to move at a moment’s notice. The low growl grew into a sort of chortle as it drew closer. The sack he was lying in was yanked forward, scraping his elbow across the jagged surface of the floor. He heard the scrape of something metal and then kicked at it with all his might. In response, there was a loud yelp and Zared shot the water from his hand in a single high pressure stream that cut through the fabric of the sack.

As he ripped the hole open further he was alarmed to find that there was no lighter out in the open than there had been in his snare. He pulled himself to his feet and relied on the dampness of the area to sense his surroundings.

Another growl bellowed to his left before a goblin whacked him on the side of the head with either a rock or its bare fist, Zared couldn’t tell. His ears began ringing and his senses became confused. He lashed out with his magic, making the moist air around him buzz and sting like needles. Hissing and growling echoed around the room as he did this and he ran unsteadily across the floor towards the last passages he could remember before he’d become discombobulated.

He ran headlong into a stone wall, but he merely felt along it until he found the passage he had been seeking. The smooth rock here sloped gently upwards and water was slowly trickling down under his feet. This made it difficult to keep his footing, but he ran on, thankful that the water at least made the path perceptible to him. He heard the snarling of the goblins behind him as he ran. He did his best to widen the stream of water behind him in order to trip the creature on the slick rocks, but he knew goblins could see in the dark and they were probably right on his tail.

His mind raced through every spell that he knew, but none of them seemed viable. If only he could conjure water from thin air the way his brother conjured fire. He reached out for the goblins minds, but that only flooded his mind with violent empathic flashes of anger and hunger. He couldn’t reach far enough through the haze to control them, not with his own mind so jumbled.

A goblin seized him by his hair, sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. He sent the water on the ground shooting up the monster’s face in a harsh spray and it released him, but the pain at the back of his head remained.

The passage before him was spinning, the water and the rocks blurring into one another before his eyes. That’s when Zared realized that he could see the rocks. There was a faint light coming from up the tunnel around a blind corner. Could the goblins have really been so foolish as to leave him so near the surface?

Zared clung to that belief and it cleared his mind enough for him to cast one final spell. He took command of the water at his feet and the moister in the air, doing his best to arrest every drop of water within his reach. With a loud bust, he sent in all down the tunnel like the white spray of a fierce tidal wave. The force of it knocked him onto the ground, but it also washed the goblins back down to the chamber from which they had come.

He staggered back onto his feet, soaked from head to toe, and continued running up the tunnel. He made it up to the corner and there was indeed a light shining from around it as well as a faint breeze. He staggered up the tunnel and towards the light at a steady pace, no longer able to run. He relinquished his hold on his magic, allowing his body the extra energy it needed to heal. The flow of water beneath his feet was becoming a steady stream now and he had to take care not to slip as he went against the current. He could smell the fresh sent of pine on the breeze now, a comfort after the musty and rotting smell of the cave. The light of the half moon streamed in from the mouth of the tunnel, seeming radiant after being in such complete darkness.

Zared’s boots splashed through more mud than water as he stepped out into the open. A light rain drizzled down through the tree tops to land on his forehead. He’d never been this far up the mountains before. The fresh surroundings almost made him forget the terror of a few moments ago. For a moment he just stood at the mouth of the cave, taking in the rocky hillside and tall pine trees.

Zared and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Teen Titans - Do Nothing Day

"I really just need to post these little writing snippets, even if they don't amount to much. This one is my first attempt at writing a Teen Titans fanfic in narrative rather than in script format. We shall see where it goes. I still think that the script format lends itself more to the tone of the TV series." -Casey

Raven raises an eyebrow as she steps into the living room. She glances between Robin, who is typing away furiously on his laptop, and Starfire, who is drumming her fingers sadly across the table.

“Wooh! Try catching up to me now!” Beast Boy shouted.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” Cyborg shouted back.

Raven rolls her eyes at the gamers before turning to Robin. “So, have there been any calls today?” she asked the young detective.

“None! Not even a cat stuck up a tree!” he hissed, typing away in annoyance with the vein on his forehead throbbing.

“And that’s bad?” Raven asked slowly.

“The city’s too quiet,” he replied. “It isn’t natural for any place to be this crime-free. There has to be something behind it!”

Raven stares at him indifferently and then turns around to face Starfire. “Do you know what he’s talking about?” Raven asked her.

“Who is to know?” she huffed. “Perhaps Robin has found something that only he could have found. He is the brilliant detective after all!”

Starfire crosses her arms and turns aside, her eyes blazing and her nostrils flaring with smoke. Raven turns on her heels, trying her best to ignore Starfire’s gruff demeanor. “Okay then,” Raven dismissed. “I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”

Raven walks back towards the door, her cape billowing with her brisk pace. Robin looks up from his computer as if just noticing the girl for the first time. “Raven! Wait!” he calls as he jumps over the counter to chase after her. Raven stops just short of the door, turning to face Robin again.

“Have you picked up anything telepathically?” he inquired. “Anything that might account for what’s happening to this city?"
"No," she frowned. "It's been quiet...all day..."

Teen Titans (C) DC Comics, Cartoon Network, and Warner Brothers

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - At the Beach

"I write way too much bonus stuff about Perditus. So, this scene may or may not come to pass in the actual continuity of Athol. It would defiantly have to take place after the events of the main story." -Casey

“Who was granted the inspiration that summer was the ideal circumstance for a stopover at the beach?” Elysia complained as she trudges through the sand. “This scorching sun is insufferable.”

“How can you find complaint even now?” Perditus scolded her. “This is the first time that any of us have seen the ocean.”

“My complaint is not with the ocean,” the girl retorted. “Its grandeur makes a mockery of any written word that ever endeavored to depict it. The heat is that with which I take issue.”

Perditus simply shook his head as Elysia drew her hood over hers. Orsolya, who was a few paces ahead of them blazing the trail, stopped and spun around in place with her arms stretched out. “This is the place!” she announced excitedly. “There’s even a shady spot beside the rocks where Ely can sulk in the dark.”

Elysia’s expression was hidden from view, but a small moan or a bark was heard in response.

“What do you think, Adora?” Perditus asked the small girl that was holding his hand. “Has Oriole really found the perfect spot?”

Adora nodded slowly, her wide eyed gaze never leaving the water. “How far does the ocean go, Perditus?” she asked.

“Um…well, it goes on forever, Dory,” Perditus answered simply.

“Actually,” Orsolya interrupted, spinning over to them. “I’m pretty sure that there’s dry land about fifty miles east.”

Perditus shot his sister a warning glance, but she continued, “You could probably see it from here if you had a telescope.”

Leona, who had been holding Elysia’s hand as they walked, released her grip and ran to catch a wave as it splashed on the shore. She giggled loudly as the water splashed around her waist. Adora began pulling away from Perditus in an attempt to follow, but Perditus refused to release her.

“Purdy! I wanna splash with Leona!” she complained as she attempted to wiggle and twist from her brother’s grasp.

“Well, now that you’ve called me ‘Purdy’ again, there’s no way I’m letting you go, Adorable Adora,” he mocked. She twisted her nose in a sneer and then turned to Elysia with her big bright blue eyes.

“Ely! I can go swimming too, can’t I?” she begged.

“Act as you like,” the older girl shrugged as she began moving to the shady spot Orsolya had found for her. “Let her go, Purdy.”

“I hope you are stuck by lightning before day’s end,” Perditus mumbled at Elysia.

“It would be proper considering the fact that you are already as lost as they come.”

Elysia reclined in the shade and Orsolya came to take Adora’s hand so that she could take her over to splash around with Leona.

Perditus stood where he was for a few moments more. He watched the girls splash around and then looked over to see Elysia staring at them as well, a faint smile just visible under her hood.

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - Window

"Alright, so I did a lot of writing prompt type of stuff for Athol while I was working out the script, as I'm sure will become apparent if I keep posting them. A lot of this stuff is just scenes that are in fact cannon, but I've yet to find a place for them in the plot. My DeviantArt followers may remember this from a comic page I did a while back." -Casey

Through the window, there was nothing but darkness. The only thing to be seen was the clear white outline of the shattered glass against the blackness. Lightning struck and briefly lit up the rainy landscape outside. There was nothing out there.

A small boy stood watching the window, his expression somber and pained. A door behind him creaked open and the darkness was interrupted by the light of a small candle. In walked a woman dressed in her pajamas and housecoat. She moves slowly and timidly as if she was afraid to wake someone.

“Mr. and Mrs. Erin?” she whispered as she entered the room. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I heard a scream and---” the woman stopped short and a look of terror came over her. “My God!” she exclaimed breathlessly. She drew her hands over her mouth in order to bite back a sob and dropped her candle in the process. It was dark, but she could just make out the scene before her. Both Mr. and Mrs. Erin were dead. There was no mistaking that. The woman turned to see the little boy staring out the window vacantly as if he hadn’t even noticed her.

“Ciar?” she asked as she went to pick the boy up and hold his head against her shoulder. “Ciar, sweetheart, are ya alright?”

The boy didn’t answer; he just gripped her sleeve hard and closed his eyes. That’s when the wailing cry of a baby broke the silence. The woman pressed Ciar’s head against her shoulder as she marched past the bodies and made for the back room to retrieve the baby.

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Doctor Who Crossover (Part 3)

"This story will be switching from one Doctor's point of view to the other for a while and I hope things will start to come together in a build up to them coming face to face.

Until then, enjoy the mishmash of three different fandoms (NCIS, Arrow, and Stargate) colliding into one freaky parallel world!" -Casey

The Military Intelligence building didn't actually look all that sinister in the light of day. Sure there were security guards and metal detectors at the front lobby, but you might find that at even a simple post office in England. The offices all looked pretty unimpressive on the first floor as well, but if you had a special clearance, you could go down to the floors below ground via the lift.
Two men dressed in black suits stepped from this lift into a tunnel system that was all concrete walls and large steel doors like safes.
"Right this way," said the first man as he began to walk down the long tunnel.
The Agent straightened his tie and followed after the other man as he fiddled with his CIA ID badge. "How long was he out?" asked the agent.
"He's still out, Agent DiNozzo," the other man answered stoically.
"Still out?" DiNozzo inquired, blinking incredulously. "Well, how am I supposed to talk to him then?"
The other man frowned, frustratedly turning away to examine the wall as they walked. "I don't know, sir," he replied with a hint of annoyance. "I was just told to bring you down here."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that MI5 was holding out on us," the agent remarked causally with his eyebrows raised questioningly. He stared down at the other man with his nose upturned condescendingly. The other man avoided the gaze as they turned the corner into another identical hallway.
"You guys wouldn't have any reason to hold out on us, would you, Tommy?" DiNozzo muttered.
"It's Agent Merlin," the other man corrected as they reached the vault door they had been seeking. "And no, sir, you know just as much as we do at this point."
With that, he slid a key-card through the door's card reader and the sound of great metal cogs rumbled inside the thick door. It slowly opened and Agent DiNozzo and Agent Merlin stepped inside. They were now in a large empty square room with white concrete walls and no exit besides the main door, which closed loudly behind them.
"What gives, Agent Merlin?" DiNozzo demanded. "Where's the prisoner?"
"I don't know, sir," Merlin answered hesitantly. "I thought he would have been moved here for your visit."
"AGENT ANTHONY DiNOZZO," boomed a female voice over some unseen speaker system.
"God! What's with the volume turned all the way up to eleven?!" the American complained.
"WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO WITNESS IS TOP SECRET AND WILL NOT BE DISCUSSED BEYOND THESE WALLS," the voice demanded. "UNDERSTOOD?"
"And just what am I supposed to be witness to?" DiNozzo asked the ceiling. "The latest in surround sound?"
"UNDERSTOOD?"
The CIA agent turned to his companion, who only stared hard at the ceiling, looking equally confused by the situation.
"Yeah, sure," DiNozzo said at last, putting his hands in his pockets.
The lights in the room dimmed slowly, obscuring the corners of the room in darkness. A low hum sounded through the room and the empty space opened up to a never ending expanse of white, no corners or walls visible any longer. Standing with his back to them in this blinding space was a man dressed in a long black trench coat with slick black hair.
"What's going on?" DiNozzo asked, his eyes quickly adjusting to the sudden change in lighting as Agent Merlin stood mesmerized beside him.
The black figure turned on his heels to face them, curiosity emanate on his face. "Well, hello," the man addressed them. "It's a surprise to see new faces in here. I'm the Doctor. Who might you be?"
"Where the heck are we?" DiNozzo asked guardedly.
"Where you are, I haven't the slightest idea," the Doctor admitted with a shrug and a scrutinizing look. "Then again, I'm not quite sure where I am physically. I'd venture to guess we're in England, but with your clearly American accent, I'm not sure anymore."
"What?" DiNozzo blurted out. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Agent DiNozzo," Merlin interrupted. "I believe that the prisoner is still in stasis and what we're witnessing is some sort of...real time holographic video."
"That would be my guess," the Doctor sighed. "Sorry that my subconscious doesn't reminisce of much beside Polar bears eating marshmallows in a snow storm. What was your name, MI5 Agent?"
Agent Merlin turned his companion, but kept his eyes warily on the Doctor. "This is your chance to ask your questions, Agent DiNozzo," he whispered. "I suggest you not waste anymore time."
"Fine," DiNozzo nodded. "So, alien doctor, you've already used your extraordinary powers of deduction to surmise that I'm from the good old US of A."
"Yes, good to see you playing nice with your neighbors here in England," the Doctor smiled. "It's a shame that they haven't offered you the same curtsey."
"Don't get cute," DiNozzo warned. "I've come for answers about the bombing last month."
"Was it last month?" the Doctor asked, squinting towards the ceiling. "Missed it by just a few weeks."
"Four hundred people were killed in that attack!" the agent snapped, his cool demeanor replaced with a cold glare. "After the fire that rained down over Washington a voice announced that we were to surrender to a 'system lord' called Ra. What do you know about him?"
The Doctor had been considering the Agent's account with a grim look in his eyes. He stepped forward as he answered, "Ra, the sun god of the local gate system. Powerful, cowardly, and an all around despicable little brat really."
"So you do know him," DiNozzo stated.
"I know of him," he admitted. "And I can assure you that he is not a god. Ra is a parasite cowering within a child. But he will not relent until every single human on Earth bows before him in chains."
"Oh, I get it now," DiNozzo smirked. "Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford in Cowboys & Aliens. You're trying to convince me that you're the Olivia Wilde alien that's out to save us from the giant slimy guys."
"Let me ask you something, Agent DiNozzo," the Doctor continued. "If Ra was able to rain destruction down on your people from above from his mother ship up in orbit, why haven't they finished the job?"
"Maybe they sent you in to do some recon before they made their final attack."
"I am not your enemy, Agent DiNozzo," the Doctor assured him. "But if you and the rest of your people don't start trusting me right now, I could become the greatest threat ever known to this galaxy."

Characters (C) The BBC, CBS, SyFy, and CW

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

Athol - Spy

"Little Sorcha getting into mischief for the first time. I really want to use this as a flashback for her at one point in the second or third volume. It is an important moment for her character." -Casey

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked a cold and accusatory voice.

Sorcha froze with one leg and one arm already through the window that she had been climbing through. She turned and stared up at the beautiful young woman before her, dressed in an orange robe with the hood drawn back so that she could see her silky white hair and freckled face.

“I was…uh…” the little girl answered as she climbed back out of the window. “I got lost.”

The woman’s blank expression began to give way to a glare and Sorcha involuntary backed up against the stone wall. The woman lifted her hand and her eyes began to glow with an aqua blue light. “Téigh ar shiúl,” the woman commanded, but Sorcha shut her eyes and threw her hands up before her as she quickly shouted the counter spell, “Neamhaird an draíocht!”

A breeze kicked up and then whirled around them before dispensing. The white haired woman stared at Sorcha hard, raising one eyebrow as her glowing eyes returned to normal. “Where did you learn to cancel out a Sage’s spell?” she asked.

“From you,” Sorcha squeaked. “I heard you teaching it to your students yesterday.”

“And you learned to cast it in a day?” the woman asked, intrigued. Sorcha nodded sheepishly. “What else have you learned from spying on me?”

Story and Characters (C) SuperheroGeek13