This story starts at the end of another story. Here, a promice has been rather badly ruined by unforseen circumstances and the group formed from that promice all sit in a spider web infested bedroom. The ornate details on the walls line tall pillars that reach the ceiling. These gold pillars break up the cool blue of the walls. A collossal and misformed wardrobe dominates one side of the room. It's dark wood has massive doors like floodgates and the draws are all in strange shapes and sizes as though arranged as a jigsaw. The other end is the domain of the bed. A matress the size of a small swimming pool is matched with a navy blue headboard that climbs half the wall. A layer of dust lines the silky sheats. The decay and webbing as captured the piles of books in the room, long sinse stopped their constant updating. They were all promiced something by the fox marching backwards and forwards as he frantically wrestled with the situation. "OK." He said, tails flicking with every turn he makes while wondering back and forth. "OK, so when I said 'Hey! I think I know where the Library of Life might be! Want to come with?' I didn't plan for anypony to be here already. Let alone with a small army. No pony could but it doesn't change the fact that I got you lock in this bedroom while that mad cow tries to figure out what to do with us. I said I'd get you these books and you still have my word on that. I probably couldn't arrive with out any of you..." As he scans the room, he remembers the reasons they'd come along with him. The stoic and peaceful Kleft said something about long lost knowledge and what-not. Old, lost spells and enchanted doodahs. The books might have something on such things. The brightly coloured doll standing among them was watching him intently. Mollie was also after the books. It's possible that the cure to her curse lies in the pages of her old guardian's life. As for Dr Cawly, the best Tyro understood was some sort of research trip. Look into the full, unedited minds of particularly difficult to diagnose patients. Seemed legaitimate. Cyanside appeared to want to clear up two mysteries in her life. The first he could relate to by being in the same boat: learn about her parents. The second was to find out why she wasn't welcome in Fillydelphia. Karl was...Well, Karl wanted...Frankly, Tyro had given up on trying to understand Clocky's little murderer. He'd met the pony that tinkers with Karl's body on a regular basis, being bold facedly told what Karl's main motivations were and he still was clueless. The frequency of the mention of something called 'The Truth' had increased since he first met the maniac. He still questions why he continues to travel with him. Or why he's not attempted to kill anypony yet... Finally, Tyro had never understood Rifter's decision to, join. He wasn't sure it was for money. Rifter seemed interested the instant Tyro had mentioned the Library. The best guess was that he just wanted to see if it was there like Tyro. Considering that mantra of his, it might be true. "I dunno about a way out but we can't stay put. Cydonia will think of something to do with us. Err..." Tyro looks at the doors. Wooden doors. He could burn through them. It's just a case of what to do when the guards outside smell smoke... "Any ideas?"
"Do you think we could make them think we hung ourselves with dummies? I could make them out of clothes from the wardrobe and we could use the bed sheets for rope. Since I don't breath I'll be fine and I can cut my rope and run leading the guards away from here so you can make your escape. Do you think it could work?" Mollie looked around at everyone for an answer.
That was her first answer? That was a weird idea... "I like the thought..." Tyro admitted as he stopped pasing back and forth. "I mean, Cydonia doesn't care if we're alive or dead but what happens when they cut the dummy down and poke it with sharp things? I don't like leaving anypony behind, either..."
Rifter looked at the doors. He was not drunk or angry or in a fight so he was sort of level headed. He also forgot why he was there. Oh well. "If you burn down the doors, the minute they go, I can put out the fire with my wings. That or we just leg it." He shrugs, wishing he had some good old griffin booze.
"The ponies outside are weak," Kleft said softly. "Perhaps we could incapacitate a few with a large feat of strength to scare the rest off. Seems a risky plan, though; we can't take them all on if they choose not to run." Kleft bit his lip. "Never mind me, my plan is suicide. Anypony else got any bright ideas for getting us out of here?" He took a sideways glance at Rifter. "Perhaps anything that doesn't involve fire?"
"Riiight..." Tyro mutters to himself, beginning to pace back and forth... "Rifter can't take us out the window because we're outside of time and space. I don't want to fly around and crash into another time zone...Guards will likely raise the alarm when we go out there to attack them. Also, we can't find any other way out of here. Hmmm...." Tyro looks to the black abyss of occational swirls of colour outside the window. The candlelight of the room lit the space as well as highlighted all the grains of dust in the air. "Errrr...."
Karl was SO close to finding out. So close. He couldn't give up now. Not when he was so close to knowing who he really was. He was... shaky, to say the least. "Maybe... maybe you could burn down the door, and let me take c-care of them?" He was abit nervous too. It seemed that, as he come closer and closer to The Truth, his mind moved more and more into darkness. He knew that when he found out who he was, his mind was probably gonna vanish into nothing. One problem existed for him. He hadn't killed anypony for a week now, and that meant he was probably gonna experience a energy spike soon.
Mollie backed away from the others. All this talk about using fire was making her uneasy and nervous.
"Guys! D-don't talk a-about fire that much. I-i know that it's fun to use and a-all, but the b-bodybag is getting dist-tressed." He was twitching from the energy building up inside him. He then looked at Tyro abit and said, "T-Tyro. You remember when i t-told you about t-the energy spikes?" He was getting warmer and warmer as the flames built up inside him. "You're s-soon gonna s-see it in action." He looked at his hooves as his pupils began shrinking abit. "Oh, and Mollie." He turned to the doll with a sure face. "You run from the flames. And don't look back. I don't wan't another a-accident l-like..." He shook his head to get off the memory. "Anywho, who suggests me to blow the door up completely?" He looked at the others.
Tyro's ears fell flat against his head. If you could actually see his skin, you'd be able to see the blood drain from his face. Otherwise, you just get his mouth going dry and his eyes widen. "Oh...Right...Err...Mollie, Doc, Kelft, Rifter...Can you go and hide somewhere. Maybe in the wardrobe...Me and, I'm assuming it's Shadow right now, are going to try and shove Karl out the door." He said, without ever taking his eyes of Karl. He could feel the heat coming of him. Frankly, he'd never seen Karl explode, only the after effects. "Sh, Shadow, can, can you start breaking the door down if I light you up? We're going to have to try and use Karl as a bomb, unless he leaps at them first..." He raises a paw, apprehensively. "I'm going to try to drain Karl. If the guards come in, we shove him at them. All right?" He turns his head, drawing in breath to then blow a jet of flame for Shadow use. Hopefully, the age of the doors was enough to make this all foal's play. So much for the stealthy option.
As all the ponies stepped towards the back of the room, Kleft conjured a dark purple shield to prevent any sort of blasts from causing them injury. The shield was nearly opaque, but staring directly at one spot could reveal a bit on the other side. I really don't like the looks of Karl. he thought. Anything that volatile is just...a weapon. He had already learned to disregard any random acts of death come from around Karl, so when Tyro announced that he was going to explode, he didn't really think twice about it. "Don't get yourself killed, you hear me?!" he shouted through the barrier.
Cyanside's coat suddenly drained of colour, a mass black taking it's place, the colour in her mane swirled, before settling as purple with light blue streaks through it. "Alright then, set me alight and I'll take down the door, and the guards if need be." Shadow let a slight smirk light her features at the thought of whatever poor sobs we're guarding them. She let the fire catch on her hoof, before spreading it to the both of her wings. As she flared her wings the flames shot out behind her, growing stronger until it became a roaring blaze. With a strong push towards the doors, the shifting shape of the fire became a pillar directed straight at the door. As the oldened wood burst into flames she quickly snapped her wings together snuffing out the fire from them as she drew the flames together on hooves before extinguishing them on each other. "Take it away Karl."
"My bloody pleasure. Silly, would you please?" His chest suddenly flashed in orange, with veins going up to his eyes lighting up. "Almost there." He said as he walked towards the door and put his hoofs against the burning wood. He pushed them open before taking two steps and standing still, all guards standing before him. "Now Silly?" A small black flame seemingly went up his crystallite leg. "Yes, master?" It said in a broken tone. "Be ready, okay?" He said before he stood up on his hind legs and opened like he was gonna hug somebody. "Keeeerrrrrbbbooooommm!" He cried as he lit up in a intense light, swallowing the whole door opening in intense heat and flames, even bursting out the door. What stood left some seconds later, was a burning Karl, and a few charred corpses, as the others had been completely desintigrated. "Silly. Take over for a sec, okay?" He said in a painful tone before he fell down on the ground, extinguishing the flames in the process. A small, black flame was flowing against his crystallite hoof, slowly consuming it while the rest of his body was covered in two-degree burns. "Now ggggoooooo, i'll be in touch, just don- don't touch me, okay?" He pointed a hoof forward, still lying on the ground. (Okay, so. Funny story. I got the garrys mod 13 beta and um, i wasted all my innovation by messing around with my friends. Yay for Gmod, i guess?)
(Explains where you've been.) Tyro lowers the paw he'd raised above his eyes to shield them from Karl's blast. With the guards gone and the doorway still smouldering quietly as Karl lay in a broken heap on the floor, Tyro summons the rest of the group forwards with a quick flick of his paw. "All right, now we get out of here." He said, treading carefully as he manoeuvres around Karl while walking into the corridor. He checks up and down for any raised alarms then looks over Karl. "Hang on in there, we'll try to come back for you when we can." He looks over dirty bones at the bottom of the wall with the half-molten armour and recoils a little. Clocky is one hell of a nutjob to have this as the reward for trying to live in peace. He starts to move down the corridor, carefully listening for more guards to arrive.
Kleft dropped his shield and surveyed the damage. When he saw the death inflicted upon the guards, he winced as the scene triggered memories he would rather have left unremembered. Sighing, he shoved the nostalgia into his Fye and took off after Tyro. He felt bad leaving Karl on the ground like that, but he knew he'd be fine. After all, he always was.
"Hmph, taking all the fun away from me. That's just like you Karl." Shadow said as she walked past the pony lying on the ground. You know Cyanside, everything's safe for now, you could come out if you want. Cyanside's voice was a bit fainter than usual, sounding almost scared. "No thank you, I deal with the social situations, you help when things go wrong. That's how we've always done it, that's how things have always worked out." Yeah, except for the fact that it's always you making things go wrong. C'mon, these guys are social enough, and I don't know, I kinda like them. "Fine then, but if we get into anything dangerous again-" I'll be there for you Cyan, I always am. The darkness on Shadows coat fell away, replaced by the clear white of Cyanside's, her mane's colours shifting as they rearranged themselves back to normal.
"Come on, guys!" Tyro hisses behind him. "Quickly, someone might have heard that..." Tyro said as he rushes down the corridor, down to the large, ornate but woodworm infested doors at the end. The carpets where raggedy even before Karl burned them. With the thick dust present in this air, it was a wonder that didn't catch either. The paintings have long since faded into smudged and dull canvas. Some have fallen from the walls and smashed on the floor. Tyro trots silently by the door, looking through a small hole where a missing panel in the door should be. He checks for guards in the bright light shining through then steps inside into the Library of Life again. The shelves where tall here. The white marble floors stretch onwards in all directions. The shelves, however, weren't as pretty as the floors or the ornate ceiling that appeared to be showing stories of Celestial Sisters. No, the shelves that held the books of hundreds of lives were all strangely random in make, colour and size. Hundreds of designs just stacked on top of each other all the way to the ceiling. It was a chaotic look with all the shapes and sizes stacked like the largest game of Tetris you've ever seen with furniture. If you were quiet and listened, you could hear these books, all scribbling and scratching actions away. Tyro slid behind a bookcase as a guard wonders past, paying him no attention.
Karl looked up through the ceiling, before an ominous, raspy voice asked, "Are they gone?" Karl sighed and looked to the right, directly into a black lump of flames. "Yep. They're gone, so hurry up! Two-degree burns aren't fun to mess with." The flame began quickly consuming Karls entire body, until nothing but a black, burning flame was left. Suddenly, the flame died down, and a body was present. This body was merely a silhouette, flames radiating off of it. It autonomously stood up using nothing but gravity itself. It tilted it's head, allowing a glowing red eye to appear in it's dark face, and a wicked, white smile to egrave itself to fit with the eye. "Hehehe, i'm pretty hungry. I wonder if there's any turkey in the oven?" It started dragging it's feet across the ground, imitating a zombie as it walked. Long, sharp, dark claws emerged as fingers for its hands. It was a wicked creature, one that may only appear in ones darkest nightmares. Black flames were burning all over it, creating the illusion of it being consumed by darkness. Suddenly, a spear went right through its body, not stopping as if it passed through air. The thing looked back slowly at a guard whos face was covered in fear. "Hello. My name's Silly, what's your name?" It said, waving it's claws in the hello-gesture. "RRRRAAAAGGHH!" The guard cried as he bolted towards it, but was stopped when he found out about the claws buried in his stomach. It held him up and said, "Jack. What a wonderful name." It then put its other claw on his head, and made a fist, consuming the soul of the poor guard. The lifeless body fell down on the ground, colors desaturated as if he had been discorded. The creature infront of him simply stood there for a minute, then turned around and began walking slowly towards The Library of Life. "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jack jump over the candlestick."
