ttpch.1 Let the Game Begin!
Jack: acid, poison, septic (Stag)
P.J: anti gravity/gravity control (Falcon)
Emma: telekinesis (Cheetah)
Every Hollow has an animal form, their spirit animal form or just spirit form if you will. every Hollow also has an element they control, which they have honed through vigorous training at the camp or as humans would call it, school, and as children would call it, hell.
warm brown eyes opened to the sound of a door being pushed open. the owner of the eyes blinked and wiggled his fingertips to get feeling back into them, his eyes turning considerably colder when they landed on the intruder to his domane. shadows swirling around his fingers at his displeasure. "what do you want Zoreth." his voice was just as cold as his eyes, unwelcome, as he regarded the man.
"you should be kinder to your creator Daniel." the god responded and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped about fifty degrees. "and you should go die in a hole but we don't all do what we should do we?" Daniel quipped spreading his pitch black wings. loose feathers fell as he stretched them, and from so long without use the bones popped and the muscles shook in complaint at the movement.
the teen stretched his wings flapping them a few times before undoing the energy connecting his feet to the branch above him letting body fall forward. his wings caught him, returning him safely to the ground. "it's so odd." the king started. "you sleep like a bat and yet you have the wings of a bird." he observed. the teen just rolled his eyes. "yet another mistake you made while making me. yay." he said, finally stepping out from the shadows.
the teen was tall and lanky with curly chestnut brown hair sticking out from a black hoodie, framing a pale face. the boy had umber eyes that had shadows far beyond his power haunting them, and covering his legs was a pair of black skinny jeans completed by the bracelet around his wrist. it was the only spark of real color on him, shimmering every blue and purple you can think of and more.
"there was never any mistakes Daniel." the older man replied and Dan just sighed. "why are you here?" he asked moodily. "today is the beginning of the games." the Dan's eyes widened at this response. "now I know you're excited but-" "excited!?" Dan raged cutting him off. he was so angry, his eyes were glowing with all the colors in his bracelet and shadows wisped around him protectively as the dark room got even colder.
it was a well known fact Daniel hated obeying orders and in the games a Hollow had to listen to their human's every command. his creator just sighed, like he was inconveniencing him or something. "head down to the meeting spot when your ready, your siblings are already there. i'll be watching. don't disappoint me Daniel."
the Hallow rolled his eyes. "like I ever have. i'm one of the best fighters here." he sassed and then called for his weapon. "wraith." he said and with the spell word said, the weapon appeared. a black dire scythe made of just wood and metal, with three pulse points where his powers were strongest. the weapon was almost twice the size of it's conjurer but that wouldn't mean much in battle. the black wood had no handle, but where his hand naturally rested in middle was a bright glowing light with veins of blue branching out from either side, the first pulse point.
the other two were on the blades themselves, following the same basic line but branching differently because the writer didn't want to make it too obvious she literally just did one, made a duplicate, and flipped it. (^~^) the blades and wood themselves seemed to aurate, even pulsate darkness so the stark eye catching difference between the glowing of the veins and the rest of the weapon which seemed to almost suck light from around it made even the (not so) great god do a retake.
but without a second thought Dan brushed past him, his umber eyes hiding intentions of deseat and deep distrust for his 'father'. he trusted his siblings enough but he only ever saw them on friendly grounds before the games and on battle ground during. their names, Markus, Jackson (though it was really Sean) Felix, P.J, Emma, and... well, Dan.
Dan huffed and let his scythe spin as he flew. he didn't really have to look where he was going and could instead focus on the never ending torture that was his life. unlike Zoreth who was okay with making him fight his brothers and sister every hundred years in a game no one cared about, all Dan wanted to do was escape. he hated the god who created him, he didn't play by the rules, and he did everything to just feel something new.
it wasn't the fighting he had it out for, no he actually loved fighting. he was addicted to the high of adrenaline and it was for this reason he was bored. boredom added on to his bitterness for his father and what happened... then... he was just sad or angry all the time. plus his power made it easy to get sad and angry and hard to get happy so... he had an excuse for wallowing in his pit of despair.
and now he had to follow around some stupid human for a hundred days. yay. he huffed again, throwing his scythe forward in anger and it spun through the air, letting out a satisfying CLANG as it sank into the gold/white walls of his fathers castle. at this he sighed and tugged it free only to dispel it and his wings. his body dropped without his wings to hold him up and he did nothing to stop it.
it was a long fall. new comers even wondered if this place had a floor or ceiling. so even when the floor came in sight Dan did nothing to stop himself. he couldn't die anyway, he'd just feel the pain. and as for the pain... he enjoyed it. it reminded him he could feel on the days he couldn't be bothered too.
so he let himself drop and closed his eyes waiting for the impact. but as he fell farther and farther he heard the wind whistle as something came closer. before he could even open his eyes he felt arms catch him. he sighed in frustration opening his eyes to be met with the glowing red ones of Mark. the red haired teen (I know I know! it's relevant!) sighed in relief and as his panic faded, as too did the red in his eyes leaving only a warm nutty brown in it's departure.
"you really should stop doing that." an irish green haired boy said flying up next to Mark. Dan sighed exasperated and rolled his eyes jerking himself free from the fire Hollow's hold. Dan growled and as he did, and Mark took a long glass bottle from his pocket dimension, and handed it to Dan. the serum that was supposed to calm bloodlust. you could say giving powers that made you give into the darker emotions like anger and sadness to an already angry teenager wasn't the best idea. several Hollows learned this the hard way. he quickly popped the cap and gulped it down.
the hot liquid that dripped down his throat was actually kind of good but he stopped, hoping to save it. Mark tried to urge him to continue but Dan cut him off. "wouldn't it be better to wait until we have to go anyway?" Dan reasoned and Mark sighed. "fine. but you are not getting out of it, and if I find out you've got injured in any other way then a battle I will kick your ass." he growled and Dan gave a rare smirk. "what if I stub my toe?" he asked and Mark smirked right back.
"I will kick your ass." he said and Dan gave an amused huff, spelling in his wings again. suddenly P.J winced and shook his head. "EW!" he almost shouted making the group turn to him. "what?" Emma asked. "a reader just said 'I ship it'! WE'RE BROTHERS!" P.J cried shaking his head as if to rid himself of the image. they all stared at him for a moment. "what..?" Emma started but was cut off by P.J waving his arms. "oh nevermind!" he said and flew ahead. "umm... okay?" Jack said still confused but they followed after him anyway.
they flew to the ground and dispelled their wings before Mark put his hand on the door. the gold seemed to shimmer in an unwelcoming way and the spirals running through it almost seemed to dare them to turn back. they knew that once they went through it they were no longer brother's (and sister) but enemies meant to fight each other to win a game they could care less about. but before pushing it open Mark turned to his siblings.
"I need you all to promise me something. I know i'm the strongest but you all have something you're better at than I am. use that to win. I need you to promise me..." his eyes locked with Dan's. "that you will fight with everything you have." he said still looking into Dan's eyes. one by one, they swore to fight with everything they had...
then it got to Dan who sighed. "I... I promise." he said gruffly, looking away. he should be kinder to his siblings but... it had been so long since he showed emotion to someone he... couldn't remember how. Mark nodded.
then he uttered the four words that started it all.
their were three kinds of hollows. Hollows that forced their energy out through their bodies in the form of their element like Mark and Jack were known as Elemental Hollows. Jack cannot create the serum, because his energy is different. Jack's energy would poison you but Mark's energy is fire. fire doesn't only burn, it forces out any bad things such as Dan's self destructive urge. these Hollows were emotion based so when Mark got angry the air around him would get hotter. the angrier he was, the hotter and bigger his fire would become. then there were the Manipulation Hollows who made their energy connect with things in the outside world to use like Emma and P.J. they were logic based meaning no matter how angry they got they'd have to make the conscious decision to use their powers. Emma and P.J were only different in regards to how they could use their power. Emma could use her energy to grab objects around her and use them as weapons but P.J's energy was completely different. he used his energy to grip onto unholdable things like gravity but he couldn't grip air because it was an element. in times of great parallel however if he and Emma had a common enemy and one or both was in a life or death situation the could use each others energy to help each other. meaning P.J could pick up objects and Emma could grip gravity. and if the one was exhausted of any energy the other could use their own energy to either restore their partners or if they don't have enough energy left to do that they could perform impossible feats. usually Emma wouldn't be able to move living things, only objects, but if her brother was in danger she could pick him up with her power and move him away from the danger. it's the same the other way around except for P.J would move the gravity around Emma to move her away. the elementals could do the same thing with only slight differences. they could use each others powers but it hurt them. let's say Mark was to use Jack's power. he would literally be forcing poison through his bloodstream and out his skin. just like if Jack used hs he'd be burned from the inside out. but anything to save a brother right? now on to the third type of Hollow. hah you forgot didn't you? it wasn't just an error when I said three! and notice how Dan's name was never said... well that's because Dan is... a mixture of the two. like Elemental Hollows he was emotion based but he controlled the shadows both in and outside his body. he could willingly use his siblings powers at anytime while his energy was low but he refused unless absolutely necessary for two reasons. one: it hurt like hell, two: it's just plain unfair. hmm? you want to know what this type is called? well it doesn't really have a name. not that side at least. see the mixture of the two was an accident. a mistake that couldn't be undone. he was meant to be something else...
he was meant to be a weapon of destruction.
(more in the chapter, Phil!)
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