Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories gepostet in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the Sekunde story left off. Enjoy. :D
Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his mantel as he peered devilishly towards the living room. Von now, his aunt's body had become nothing Mehr than an empty shell, her skin imbued with the ghastly palor that only death can bring. As the sharp young villain stepped calmly over the corpse and through the entryway, he could still heat the lighthearted chatter coming from the parlor of his aunt's home. "Jamie and Lola.", he muttered, "Always the life of the party." Before he reached the gathering, he heard his cousin Lola speak in that same jeering tone she used to tease him in before his transformation. "Geez, guys. Where's mom at? She take a walk all around town oder something?" Blacktie clenched his fist as and gritted his teeth as he overheard the resounding laughter of the party guests. Apparently, they had far been too busy joking to hear their hostess's screams for mercy. It was time, The gentlemanly murderer casually waltzed into the living room, crow's head cane in hand, and into the center of the room, right in front of Jamie and Lola. It was as if the very life had been sucked from the gathering. The laughter had stopped and the lighthearted conversation gave way to an eerie silence. The uninvited Blacktie was now the center of attention. "Hello, all.", sagte Blacktie quietly, staring deeply into the baffled gazes of his cousins, "Great party tonight." There was something very familiar about this strange visitor, but neither Jamie nor Lola had the slightest idea of what it was. After a few Minuten of unbroken silence, an tall young man stepped through the crowd to confront Blacktie. It was Alec, the boy who had bullied Anthony ever since he could remember. "What's the deal, man. Who are Du and why are Du crashin' our party? We just got the old lady to leave, Du hear? We don't want any freaks ruining this night." "Is that so?", replied Blacktie calmly. "What are Du gonna do....Alec?
The guests had begun to whisper nervously to one another about who this well-dressed stranger could be, and Alec's face wore a blank expression of mild confusion. "Uh, Hey man, I don't want any trouble. Just...who are you?" "Oh me? I'm just Blacktie, here to make Du suffer." With those words, Anthony lifted his cane and pointed it towards Alec. The villain's lips curled into a hellish grin. Alec saw a blue light flash before his eyes, and fell to the ground. The party guests were gone, and he could see nothing but darkness. The only lights he could make out were the beady blue eyes and glowing bow tie of the mysterious suited figure that towered before him. "Jamie?!", he screamed, "Lola?!...Anybody?!" "Alec Wilson.", hissed the towering figure, "You've got quite the nerve to trifle with someone such as myself. Always walking around with a chip on your shoulder, ready to pounce on anything and anyone weaker than yourself....you're a grade A coward." The bewildered and frightened Alec let out another scream as he attempted to slide away from the strange suited figure. "Hey. man I don't wanna have to hurt you. I only thumped that Anthony kid a few times. Don't make me thump Du too, buddy!" "It's quite sad, Alec. It really is. Du believe that Du can fight your way out of anything don't you? Always looking for something to hurt. Always looking for a victim. Well, here I am. Here's Anthony Martin." Before Alec could respond, he felt himself falling into an obscure dream. A nightmare. Alec saw himself at the 3rd straße cemetery, knelling before a melancholy gravestone. It read, "Janice Wilson. 1970-2013." He saw himself placing a bouquet of purple tulips onto the grave. "Make it stop! Please!" "Oh, it will stop alright. Right now, it will end.", replied Blacktie. Blacktie snapped his fingers and the two were back in the living room, the party guests all wearing stunned expressions of extreme terror. Alec laid sprawled out on the floor, dead.
"Who are you?' demanded Jamie. "What did Du do to him?" Both she and Lola began to cry frightened tears. "I just jogged his memory a little bit.", replied the proud young killer. "Who are you?" Where's our mom?", the girls screamed. Blacktie gently smiled at Jamie. He lifted a single gloved hand to her face and began to lightly caress her cheek. His finger caught a hot tear as it rolled down the side of her face. "Girls. Du always did think Du were the prettiest things around. So...fake....Where's your little cousin?" Both girls gave a quizzical stare and then began to cry harder. "Anthony's gone. He ran away.", sagte Lola. "Why do Du think he left?" Blacktie inquired in a sinister whisper. There was no response. "I asked Du a question!", he screamed. The guests cowered as his eyes and bow tie began to glow a deadly light blue. "Why did he leave, girls?" "Uh, well, I guess he just-" "He what?" "We don't know.", cried Lola. Both girls fell into a sobbing heap on the floor, holding each other tightly. "Well, it seems you've learned nothing from this experience. I left to find peace. And to find power. I LEFT TO MAKE Du PAY!" Blacktie sent a beam of blue light out from his cane, striking the chandelier above the living room table. The room was now ablaze with the strange blue glow that had become the only Quelle of light.
Anthony cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie once again. "Attention, everyone! Thank Du for coming to tonight's gathering hosted Von the lovely family of Mrs. Margaret Baker. Tonight, Du all will witness the unthinkable. Tonight, Du will relive all the things Du wish Du would never relive. And then, Du will die, just as Mrs. Baker did an Stunde ago." The room was silent, save for the whimpering cries of Jamie and Lola and a few frightened sighs from the crowd. The young villain's eyed and bow tie reassumed their glow. "For those of Du who were unobservant enough not to find out, I am Antony Martin." A few surprised gasps made their way through the mass of frightened party-goers. "I am here tonight to congratulate my beloved cousins, Jamie and Lola, on being the two most spoiled, superficial, and self-centered brats I know." Blacktie snapped his fingers, and Jamie and Lola began to scream once again, much louder than before. They both felt the oben, nach oben of their heads to find that their beautiful hair had disappeared. "Anthony! Why?" Screamed the girls. "Because Du deserved it.", he grinned. "Anthony, Du don't have to do this. We're sorr-" "ENOUGH!", he yelled. "Tell it to your dear mother!" With a single wave of his cane, Blacktie released a wave of blue light towards the girls and another towards the guests. The victims began to spasm uncontrollably, and filled the room with tortured screams for mercy. Just as Anthony was about to deliver the fatal memories, a mysterious voice reverberated throughout the living room. "Dust!", it said, "That's all Du are! From the dust Du were made, and to the dust Du shall return!" With that, a flash of bright green light engulfed the room and the victims bodies fell limply to the ground. Within seconds, the room was full of nothing Mehr than towering heaps of light green dust. Even Alec's body had turned to dust. "What!?", Blacktie exclaimed. "I didn't do that."
The blue glow dissipated and Blacktie stood in the center of the room, surrounded Von the green dust that was once the human flesh of his cousins and the party-goers. He ran his gloved finger down the side of one of the dust plies and studied the residue with a curious humility. "What on Earth?.." Blacktie exited the living room and walked quietly back into the entryway. Apparently Aunt Margaret's corpse had turned to dust as well. The dapper young villain leaned against the Wand and removed his gentleman's cap, holding it wearily at his side. He began to think hard to himself about the events of the night. "I'm sure I couldn't have done all that. Not even with this much power.", he murmured. He stared into his hands with a quizzical expression on his face. This was the first time he'd felt so confused since his fateful transformation. Blacktie looked up to find a sight that not even he could have ever predicted.
In front of him stood a slender, black-haired young lady, about his age, dressed in a white trenchcoat with black buttons. Around her neck was a silver necklace, with an smaragd pendant embedded in the center. She wore white leather gloves over each graceful hand and shiny black stiletto heels graced her feet, black nylon stockings covering her legs. Her piercing green eyes peered deeply into his own, and her kirsche red lips formed an amused grin. Anthony's pulse quickened, and he felt his cheeks grow hot. Never before had the presence of a female captivated him so. Anthony began to panic. Who was this mysterious and beautiful young lady? Had she survived the night's events? If so, how? These Fragen gave way to a single, Mehr important thought. Had she been the one responsible for the fatal events of this evening? The nervous teenager began to speak. "Uh, hello. Who-" The girl gave an amused chuckle as she interrupted him in mid sentence.. "You know, Du really shouldn't be so theatrical about it, Anthony. Du had me quite bored for a Minute there.", she retorted. "Uh...oh...uh...yeah.", he replied. This was all he could say, for Anthony was stricken Von the girl's graceful mannerisms and cutting remarks. "The name's Rebecca...Rebecca Townsend." "Uh, h-hello. I'm A-Anthony Mart-" "Yes, I know.", chuckled Rebecca, "Loosen up, man...great party, huh? Excellent finish, wouldn't Du say?" Anthony nervously pulled on his hemd, shirt collar. "Uh, yeah....did you-" "Yes.", she grinned evilly. "How did you-" "Let's just say you're not the only one with...a special skill set." "But how did-" "Shhhhh.", urged Rebecca as she placed a white-gloved finger to his lips and moved in closer to her subject. She began to whisper into his ear. "How i got this power doesn't matter, now does it?" "No. Not at all!", he replied. "What matters, Anthony, is how I use it....and I understand that Du and I want use it for the very same reasons." "Yes, we do.", he whispered back. All of a sudden, Anthony began to feel far Mehr comfortable than before, but he would never be entirely the same. Anthony had fallen deeply and passionately in love. "Well.", he began sheepishly, "It takes two to tango." " I'm glad Du see it that way.", she replied as she lightly caressed his cheek, "Follow my lead, Anthony, and we're gonna be powerful enough to run this city...and run the world!" "Alright, Reb-" "It's Whiteshade to you!" "Alright Whiteshade.", he nodded. "Alright, Anthony."
After a short silence, the young man could not help but feel as if he needed to compliment this striking new acquaintance. "Uh, Du have beautiful hair.", he muttered. "Why, thank you.", she replied modestly, "But I find myself to be Mehr of a...proper lady than to have my hair down." Rebecca pulled a black hair tie out of the pocket of her trenchcoat and fashoined her hair into a sleek bun. She then reached into the black leather bag that had been hanging around her left shoulder and pulled out an elegant white beret. The beautiful murderer placed it upon her head and gave a subtle wink to her love-stricken partner. All the while, Anthony had been unable to take his eyes off of her own. "You know, Anthony,", she started confidently, "There's just something about white." "Indeed there is."
TO BE CONTINUED
Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his mantel as he peered devilishly towards the living room. Von now, his aunt's body had become nothing Mehr than an empty shell, her skin imbued with the ghastly palor that only death can bring. As the sharp young villain stepped calmly over the corpse and through the entryway, he could still heat the lighthearted chatter coming from the parlor of his aunt's home. "Jamie and Lola.", he muttered, "Always the life of the party." Before he reached the gathering, he heard his cousin Lola speak in that same jeering tone she used to tease him in before his transformation. "Geez, guys. Where's mom at? She take a walk all around town oder something?" Blacktie clenched his fist as and gritted his teeth as he overheard the resounding laughter of the party guests. Apparently, they had far been too busy joking to hear their hostess's screams for mercy. It was time, The gentlemanly murderer casually waltzed into the living room, crow's head cane in hand, and into the center of the room, right in front of Jamie and Lola. It was as if the very life had been sucked from the gathering. The laughter had stopped and the lighthearted conversation gave way to an eerie silence. The uninvited Blacktie was now the center of attention. "Hello, all.", sagte Blacktie quietly, staring deeply into the baffled gazes of his cousins, "Great party tonight." There was something very familiar about this strange visitor, but neither Jamie nor Lola had the slightest idea of what it was. After a few Minuten of unbroken silence, an tall young man stepped through the crowd to confront Blacktie. It was Alec, the boy who had bullied Anthony ever since he could remember. "What's the deal, man. Who are Du and why are Du crashin' our party? We just got the old lady to leave, Du hear? We don't want any freaks ruining this night." "Is that so?", replied Blacktie calmly. "What are Du gonna do....Alec?
The guests had begun to whisper nervously to one another about who this well-dressed stranger could be, and Alec's face wore a blank expression of mild confusion. "Uh, Hey man, I don't want any trouble. Just...who are you?" "Oh me? I'm just Blacktie, here to make Du suffer." With those words, Anthony lifted his cane and pointed it towards Alec. The villain's lips curled into a hellish grin. Alec saw a blue light flash before his eyes, and fell to the ground. The party guests were gone, and he could see nothing but darkness. The only lights he could make out were the beady blue eyes and glowing bow tie of the mysterious suited figure that towered before him. "Jamie?!", he screamed, "Lola?!...Anybody?!" "Alec Wilson.", hissed the towering figure, "You've got quite the nerve to trifle with someone such as myself. Always walking around with a chip on your shoulder, ready to pounce on anything and anyone weaker than yourself....you're a grade A coward." The bewildered and frightened Alec let out another scream as he attempted to slide away from the strange suited figure. "Hey. man I don't wanna have to hurt you. I only thumped that Anthony kid a few times. Don't make me thump Du too, buddy!" "It's quite sad, Alec. It really is. Du believe that Du can fight your way out of anything don't you? Always looking for something to hurt. Always looking for a victim. Well, here I am. Here's Anthony Martin." Before Alec could respond, he felt himself falling into an obscure dream. A nightmare. Alec saw himself at the 3rd straße cemetery, knelling before a melancholy gravestone. It read, "Janice Wilson. 1970-2013." He saw himself placing a bouquet of purple tulips onto the grave. "Make it stop! Please!" "Oh, it will stop alright. Right now, it will end.", replied Blacktie. Blacktie snapped his fingers and the two were back in the living room, the party guests all wearing stunned expressions of extreme terror. Alec laid sprawled out on the floor, dead.
"Who are you?' demanded Jamie. "What did Du do to him?" Both she and Lola began to cry frightened tears. "I just jogged his memory a little bit.", replied the proud young killer. "Who are you?" Where's our mom?", the girls screamed. Blacktie gently smiled at Jamie. He lifted a single gloved hand to her face and began to lightly caress her cheek. His finger caught a hot tear as it rolled down the side of her face. "Girls. Du always did think Du were the prettiest things around. So...fake....Where's your little cousin?" Both girls gave a quizzical stare and then began to cry harder. "Anthony's gone. He ran away.", sagte Lola. "Why do Du think he left?" Blacktie inquired in a sinister whisper. There was no response. "I asked Du a question!", he screamed. The guests cowered as his eyes and bow tie began to glow a deadly light blue. "Why did he leave, girls?" "Uh, well, I guess he just-" "He what?" "We don't know.", cried Lola. Both girls fell into a sobbing heap on the floor, holding each other tightly. "Well, it seems you've learned nothing from this experience. I left to find peace. And to find power. I LEFT TO MAKE Du PAY!" Blacktie sent a beam of blue light out from his cane, striking the chandelier above the living room table. The room was now ablaze with the strange blue glow that had become the only Quelle of light.
Anthony cleared his throat and adjusted his bow tie once again. "Attention, everyone! Thank Du for coming to tonight's gathering hosted Von the lovely family of Mrs. Margaret Baker. Tonight, Du all will witness the unthinkable. Tonight, Du will relive all the things Du wish Du would never relive. And then, Du will die, just as Mrs. Baker did an Stunde ago." The room was silent, save for the whimpering cries of Jamie and Lola and a few frightened sighs from the crowd. The young villain's eyed and bow tie reassumed their glow. "For those of Du who were unobservant enough not to find out, I am Antony Martin." A few surprised gasps made their way through the mass of frightened party-goers. "I am here tonight to congratulate my beloved cousins, Jamie and Lola, on being the two most spoiled, superficial, and self-centered brats I know." Blacktie snapped his fingers, and Jamie and Lola began to scream once again, much louder than before. They both felt the oben, nach oben of their heads to find that their beautiful hair had disappeared. "Anthony! Why?" Screamed the girls. "Because Du deserved it.", he grinned. "Anthony, Du don't have to do this. We're sorr-" "ENOUGH!", he yelled. "Tell it to your dear mother!" With a single wave of his cane, Blacktie released a wave of blue light towards the girls and another towards the guests. The victims began to spasm uncontrollably, and filled the room with tortured screams for mercy. Just as Anthony was about to deliver the fatal memories, a mysterious voice reverberated throughout the living room. "Dust!", it said, "That's all Du are! From the dust Du were made, and to the dust Du shall return!" With that, a flash of bright green light engulfed the room and the victims bodies fell limply to the ground. Within seconds, the room was full of nothing Mehr than towering heaps of light green dust. Even Alec's body had turned to dust. "What!?", Blacktie exclaimed. "I didn't do that."
The blue glow dissipated and Blacktie stood in the center of the room, surrounded Von the green dust that was once the human flesh of his cousins and the party-goers. He ran his gloved finger down the side of one of the dust plies and studied the residue with a curious humility. "What on Earth?.." Blacktie exited the living room and walked quietly back into the entryway. Apparently Aunt Margaret's corpse had turned to dust as well. The dapper young villain leaned against the Wand and removed his gentleman's cap, holding it wearily at his side. He began to think hard to himself about the events of the night. "I'm sure I couldn't have done all that. Not even with this much power.", he murmured. He stared into his hands with a quizzical expression on his face. This was the first time he'd felt so confused since his fateful transformation. Blacktie looked up to find a sight that not even he could have ever predicted.
In front of him stood a slender, black-haired young lady, about his age, dressed in a white trenchcoat with black buttons. Around her neck was a silver necklace, with an smaragd pendant embedded in the center. She wore white leather gloves over each graceful hand and shiny black stiletto heels graced her feet, black nylon stockings covering her legs. Her piercing green eyes peered deeply into his own, and her kirsche red lips formed an amused grin. Anthony's pulse quickened, and he felt his cheeks grow hot. Never before had the presence of a female captivated him so. Anthony began to panic. Who was this mysterious and beautiful young lady? Had she survived the night's events? If so, how? These Fragen gave way to a single, Mehr important thought. Had she been the one responsible for the fatal events of this evening? The nervous teenager began to speak. "Uh, hello. Who-" The girl gave an amused chuckle as she interrupted him in mid sentence.. "You know, Du really shouldn't be so theatrical about it, Anthony. Du had me quite bored for a Minute there.", she retorted. "Uh...oh...uh...yeah.", he replied. This was all he could say, for Anthony was stricken Von the girl's graceful mannerisms and cutting remarks. "The name's Rebecca...Rebecca Townsend." "Uh, h-hello. I'm A-Anthony Mart-" "Yes, I know.", chuckled Rebecca, "Loosen up, man...great party, huh? Excellent finish, wouldn't Du say?" Anthony nervously pulled on his hemd, shirt collar. "Uh, yeah....did you-" "Yes.", she grinned evilly. "How did you-" "Let's just say you're not the only one with...a special skill set." "But how did-" "Shhhhh.", urged Rebecca as she placed a white-gloved finger to his lips and moved in closer to her subject. She began to whisper into his ear. "How i got this power doesn't matter, now does it?" "No. Not at all!", he replied. "What matters, Anthony, is how I use it....and I understand that Du and I want use it for the very same reasons." "Yes, we do.", he whispered back. All of a sudden, Anthony began to feel far Mehr comfortable than before, but he would never be entirely the same. Anthony had fallen deeply and passionately in love. "Well.", he began sheepishly, "It takes two to tango." " I'm glad Du see it that way.", she replied as she lightly caressed his cheek, "Follow my lead, Anthony, and we're gonna be powerful enough to run this city...and run the world!" "Alright, Reb-" "It's Whiteshade to you!" "Alright Whiteshade.", he nodded. "Alright, Anthony."
After a short silence, the young man could not help but feel as if he needed to compliment this striking new acquaintance. "Uh, Du have beautiful hair.", he muttered. "Why, thank you.", she replied modestly, "But I find myself to be Mehr of a...proper lady than to have my hair down." Rebecca pulled a black hair tie out of the pocket of her trenchcoat and fashoined her hair into a sleek bun. She then reached into the black leather bag that had been hanging around her left shoulder and pulled out an elegant white beret. The beautiful murderer placed it upon her head and gave a subtle wink to her love-stricken partner. All the while, Anthony had been unable to take his eyes off of her own. "You know, Anthony,", she started confidently, "There's just something about white." "Indeed there is."
TO BE CONTINUED
The Necklace.
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.
These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.
Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
Du sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.
Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.
Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
Everyone was Schreiben it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
