My name is Mercedes Whitman and I'm a
hero on a foreign world. I am the daughter of two heroes, and was trapped on
this Earth during an Event that sealed the way back home forever. They call me
Black Sapphire when I’m out patrolling, and these are my Blogs.
Sapphire
and Wynn tumbled through the abyss of time and space and fell for a long time,
she was sure she was screaming but no sound escaped her lips. But before she could register the change she
was out and slamming into the ground from a great height and Wynn followed her
by landing on her ass.
“Sorry,”
he mumbled as he pulled himself free.
She pushed up from the ground and brushed herself as she began to take
in her surroundings. They were in a vast
cavern surrounded by short buildings, none higher than two stories, and none of
them had any windows. Wynn pointed above
them and there were more on the walls and ceiling. Sapphire frowned and attempted to get the
scope of this city and found her mind couldn't comprehend it, so she narrowed
her field of vision to what was directly in front of her.
“There has
to be someone here that has answers.”
She pointed to a random road and began walking.
* * * * *
Walters
knelt down until her upside down face was equal to his. “So you were telling me about this
place?” Sapphire shook her head a moment
confused.
“How did I
get here?” She asked.
“That’s
always a good question.” The line
holding her dropped a few inches closer to the vast of chemicals brewing
underneath her. “Now continue with your
story.”
* * * * *
Sapphire
stumbled one step and she grabbed a wall for support, it was warm to the
touch. “Are you okay?” Wynn asked from behind her. She shook her head, and took a few deep
breathes before pushing back off of the wall.
“Something
is messing with my head,” she looked around to make sure she was still within
the odd city. “I thought I was somewhere
else for a minute. Let’s go it must be
side effects of the trip to get here or something.” Together they moved through the empty streets
looking for some kind of life or clue as to where they had ended up. There answers came in the form of a small
building with smoke pluming from its chimney.
“Well
there
* * * * *
we go,
finally… what?” Walters landed a solid
punch on the bridge of her nose and knocked her down.
“Pay
attention kid or this training isn't going to help you any.” He whipped his leg around and she managed to
block it at the last second and he continued to spin and landed a foot into her
midsection, she grunted and he headbutted her completely to the floor.
She shook
her head, “Something
* * * * *
isn't right here…balls…” Wynn looked back at her
a look of concern of his face. “It’s
getting worse.” Sapphire collapsed in a
heap on the road, Wynn rushed to her side as the door to the shack opened and
the occupant exited.
“Welcome
to the Hollow City Wynn Hunter, please pick up Mercedes and bring her
along. We have much to discuss.”
Mythology 109 - Part 1 “Odyssey”
“I travel
from place to place fighting evil where I can find it. But in truth I am searching for my family, we
have been displaced all around the world over the years.” Damien Lockheart spoke to the tape recorder
sitting in front of him. He looked the
young journalist in the eye as he spoke.
She smiled at him and nodded for him to continue. “I didn't start out in life as much, and had
no aspirations to be anything greater than the lush I had become over the long years
of hanging out with my degenerate friends.
I had hit ‘rock bottom’ as they say and it took the loss of a dear
friend of my brothers and then my brother for me to wake up and try and get my
life back together. But in truth the
disease was always there just waiting to wake up again and it took me being
buried alive to finally break free of its curse and on that day I was reborn
and Damien Lockheart occult detective walked into the world.” He smiled inwardly as his personal joke. He wasn't lying to the reporter, just skewing
the facts into something she could print.
“So you
are a recovering alcoholic and a master of occult knowledge who works with the
police and local government bodies to try and gain leads on the whereabouts of
your brother, mother and your brothers’ best friend?” She prodded.
He nodded
back at her. “That is the truth of it.”
“So how
did I come about this?” She reached under
the desk and pulled out a journal, his journal that had been lost several years
ago in the wastes of Africa.
“I lost it
a long time ago when I was in Africa dealing with a zombie outbreak, not
disease zombies mind you, but the good old fashioned demons infesting the
bodies of the recently deceased zombies, much harder to kill, and some of the
fresher ones can run, devilishly a pain in the ass in you don’t mind my French.”
She rolled
her eyes. “My cousins and I were in the
region at the same time as you and managed to seal away the Black Idol of Calabash'zt,
the source of the demonic incursion. We
had actually been wondering who had cleared most of the infestation before we
managed to seal it. I found the journal
in some ruins that were filled with bodies.”
“Ah the
siege zone, I was held up there for almost two whole days. That’s the problem with zombies day or night
they just don’t stop trying to kill you.”
Damien took a sip of the tea she had bought him, and then ate a handful
of the fries next to the last few bites of an overcooked burger. “So you’re the younger cousin of Barnabus
Alexander?” She nodded.
“Jasmine
Bethany Caulders, the information and research member of the Adventurers of the
Undiscovered. Barnabus leads us into such
strange and wonderful places, just last year we found an Amazonian colony
hidden in the depths of…wait I shouldn't tell you that. Wonderful woman, deadly fighters, strange gods
though, Barnabus has taken to worshiping a rabbit or hare god now. Happy that he found religion, but weird-ed out
slightly by the amount of brown hares he has bought for around the house.” Damien shook his head.
“So if
there’s anything else?” He inquired. She shook her head back at him and passed the
journal back over. He held up a hand, “Keep
it, maybe it will make a great book someday.”
She smiled and tucked the book back into her satchel.
“There was
one final thing I wanted to mention though, off the record,” she clicked the
recorder off, “Through our travels we've come across several different mentions
in various cultures of the Hollow City and an immortal that lives there. Other than that we have nothing but I felt
that information might be of use to you somehow, since in your journal you
reference immortality several times as potential leads for your family.”
“The
Hollow City eh…”
TBC in
Mythology 109 Part 2
