The petite blonde vampire walked back and forth against the cold
castle dungeon's ground. She frowned. "You know, even though
you're the one duct taped to the folding chair, I'm really the
victim here. I mean, all you have to do is tell me where my
advisor's carcass is and you're free to go." Veronika frowned as
the mulish man grinned at her cockily. She hated smugness. "You
better watch your facial expressions, you little nerd. I'm like
this close to snapping."Veronika bent down so her face was only
centimeters away from the suited man.All of a sudden, Veronika
collapsed into the DAD agent's lap in wallowed sadness. "Why do
you torture me? I'm just a girl. A stylish, attractive, centuries
year old girl who's patience is about to be driven off a cliff,
like Thelma and Louise style. Please, just tell me where my
advisor's sarcophagus is, and you won't be sent into the fiery
depths of the 27th fire dimension."Veronika met the agent's eyes
and smiled at him hopefully. Seeing the evil reflected in her
smile made the DAD agent's blood boil. He spat directly in the
demon's face. Veronika stood shocked for a moment, staring into
the agents blue eyes as if staring into the pith of his own soul.
Her shocked features then turned into enraged fury. She stood up,
fire in her eyes, screaming like a banshee, and kicked the
Agent's chair into the wall, shattering both the chair and the
Agent's spinal chord. Veronika cursed as her grunts rushed to
collect the Agent's shattered remains. Her second advisor,
Callao, quickly appeared at her right side to allay her anger.
"Temper, temper, oh desirously scrumptious one, for this is the
seventh time you have killed Agent Shaman, and we don't have
enough Omnica blood to keep performing the rebinding spell and-"
"Whoa, there, Callao, run on sentences much?" Veronika placed her
index finger on the Spider Demon's fanged mouth. The touch of the
Underworld's queen's hand made the Spider Demon's skin sear, for
it was considered against the magic law to feel the grace of an
empress's touch. Callao loved the pain; it gave him great joy.
Veronika saw this ecstasy in his face and wretched a little.
"Ugh.The creatures I'm fighting for are SO gross. Anyway, Cal,
does it look like I give a care about our grocery shopping? Just
skip the trip to the magic Wal-Mart and put Humpty Dumpty back
together again without your little beetle juice. Got it?"
Veronika turned to her wall mirror and examined her glamorous
features. She frowned, rotating her cheeks counter clockwise.
"Goddess, my pores are HUGE."
Callao quickly came to her side and replied "Oh, no, your
Imperial Viciousness, your pores are the exact size you want them
to be." Veronika growled and quickly grabbed her secondary
"Are you, a SECONDARY Advisor, questioning my judgment?!?" asked
the queen of the Underworld with rage boiling in her eyes.
Callao was quick to make amends "No, no my queen, I was merely
trying to complement you!"
"Well, Callao, apparently your little scheme to try and kiss up
to me screwed itself up! Go make yourself useful and get my
hostage set up again!" The Queen went to her room at the top of
the castle, using her lightening fast speed. She crumpled onto
her bed, obviously frustrated by her situation. All she wanted
was her advisor, Illyra, out of her stupid sarcophagus so she
could help her take back the World that was originally hers and
enslave the human race. What was so bad about that?
At this moment, her thoughts were rudely interrupted by flying
electric waves came at the Empress at hundreds of miles per hour.
They made no damage to her physical state, only leaving
electrocution marks all over her and making her ensemble a
Veronika gritted her teeth in anger when she saw another DAD
agent. "HOW DARE YOU?! THAT WAS A VERSACE ORIGINAL! YOU KNOW HOW
MANY PEOPLE I HAD TO KILL TO GET THAT DRESS?!?"Not knowing how to
respond, the agent kept firing his waves at the demon empress.
She walked over to him and punched a hole through his chest. "It
serves you right for ruining my dress." She quickly pushed him
aside, only to hear more humans coming from all directions.
Veronika could feel her beautiful features giving way to her
horrible, beast like face as her blood began to boil like a pot
of hot wax. She howled, struggling to maintain her human face.
She looked up to the skylight to see a giant helicopter, with DAD
agents hopping out of it like those dwarf people from Cirque Du
Soleil."Oh, crap," Veronika said bitterly, "this just isn't my
day, is it?" she asked the mass of the agent's now cold carcass
on the floor.
"I need six mystics on the castle grounds. No demon, spirit, or
even evil human gets out of that fairy princess castle alive."
Tara Harris said in the Defense against Demons Helicopter,
electrocution gun ready and poised. The gun was like a Taser with
a higher wattage, no Demon could go up against it. "This mission
can not, I repeat, CAN NOT fail. This "Veronika" is said to be
indestructible, so our best bet is to find the hostage and avoid
her. If you run into any of her grunt workers, fine, do your
thing and crush, kill and destroy, I don't care. Just as long as
we get Agent Shaman out of there in one piece…if he's still in
one piece, that is." Tara whipped around to look at her agents:
Julia Adams, a cute little blonde who was probably the biggest
kiss-up on this whole helicopter; Sam Doe, a short, brown haired
man who was in his late twenties and didn't really talk unless he
was trying to correct Tara on the Code of Agent Conduct;and Dan
Reed, who had absolutely no personality or motivation.Like Sam,
the boy was very quiet, but unlike Sam , Dan didn't try to
upstage Tara at whatever she did."We are going to meet up with
the other squads, who are already inside the castle distracting
everyone in battle. I'm meeting squad two in the top of the
castle, and I am going to work my way down after that; Julia, you
are going to take the east hall with squad four, and finally, Dan
and Sam will flip a coin for the south and west hall of the
castle, because those halls are probably already torn up, thanks
to squad three, who as you know have very low attention spans and
will rend anything that comes there way if they have horns and/
or scales." None of the agents laughed at Tara's joke. She
frowned when she noticed that not even Julia laughed. "It was a
JOKE, people. Gosh, you guys are a really tough crowd."
"I don't want to take the west or the south halls," said Sam,
crossing his arms, "Why do I have to get stuck being the clean up
crew for squad three? We are Agents trained to search and
destroy, not play janitor to a bunch of over grown frat boys."
Tara rolled her eyes.
"Sammy, listen, I know that you wanted to go out and follow your
dream of becoming the next Miss America, but you made a promise
to me that you were going to give up your dream and become an
agent that kills evil demons. Don't give up on another dream,
Sammy! We have to go for the win!" Tara said mockingly to Sam.
"HAHA that you can be such a joker, boss!" Julia said with a fake
smile on her face, "Almost as funny as the time that you-"
"Dude, I think she just called you a chick," Dan whispered into
Sam's ear. Sam glared at Dan furiously and smacked him on the
side of the head.
"Sam, I don't have time for complaining," Said Tara, swinging
open the helicopter door, "You can agree with me or you can be
wrong." Tara then did a back flip out of the helicopter and
skydived all the way down without a parachute directly into the
skylight of a posh bedroom. Tara turned just in time to see a
young women in a red dress with holes in it karate kick an agent
from squad three directly in the head, knocking it off. Tara
quickly realized it was Veronika and grew terrified. Veronika
slowly turned around and met Tara's terrified gaze. Veronika
"Why, hello there, Sunshine." Veronika then turned into a blur
and then before Tara knew it, Veronika had materialized right
next to her. "What is up, girlfriend?I don't believe we have met.
As a matter of fact, I don't even think I have ever met a female
Defense Against Demons agent. I haven't had female company in a
while, and was praying for the day that a pretty young girl such
as you would come along one day to be my new BFF." Veronika
pushed Tara onto the queen sized bed and then sat right next to
her. She then sighed, "You see, I'm looking for my Best Friend,
Illyra. She has been missing for quite some time. She knows a
very important secret that I could like, SERIOUSLY benefit from.
Now, I believe that someone in your little Super Friend Squad
knows where my acquaintance is sleeping, and I'll gladly rend
through you all one by one to see which one of you has the secret
prize that I need oh so badly. I'll kill your boss; I'll kill
your friends…" Veronika then inched herself closer to Tara until
her face was only centimeters from Tara's ear, "and I'll make you
watch when I do." Tara could hear Veronika's satisfied grin. She
then kneed Veronika in the stomach.
"Drop dead, Medusa." Tara said, standing up from the bed. Tara
then pulled out her scythe and stabbed Veronika right in the
back. Veronika let out a yelp and turned around. She glared at
Tara and pulled out the scythe. She then chucked the scythe right
at Tara, who quickly knelt to the ground, narrowly missing it.
"That…was…..SO RUDE! Here I thought we were just having a fun,
good natured talk between two gal pals! But no, you just get up
and stab me in the back; ironically, it wasn't
metaphorically."Tara was scared stiff; she did not know what to
do, so she ran out of the bedroom and did not look back. "HEY
COME BACK!" Veronika said angrily, "I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU
YET!" Tara quickly tried to look for the closest mystic to try
and distract Veronika with some kind of containment spell.
Finally, she came across Alyson, a witch who was, coincidentally,
best friends with Tara.
"Alyson! I need your help! Veronika's chasing after me!" Tara
said in an out of breath voice.
"Wait, do you want me to kill or contain her?" Alyson said, with
an unsure expression on her pretty face.
"CONTAIN! CONTAIN!" Tara shouted, running towards the stair well
that she thought might lead to the dungeon.
"WHERE ARE YOU, CRETON?!?" Veronika shouted in a shrill voice.
Tara ignored it and kept running down the stairs towards the
dungeon. When she got there, dozens and dozens of Veronika's
Spider Grunts were there to greet her. Tara was puzzled: where
were all of her agents? She reached for her scythe only to find
air. She had forgotten to grab the scythe out of the wall after
Veronika chucked it at her.
"Oh, Crap," Tara thought, "This is going to hurt A LOT." She got
in her fighting stance as all the Spider Grunts ran at her at
full speed. She kicked and punched her way through the crowd of
spiders, gagging whenever she looked back at the bloody carnage.
After she got through the crowd, she found special Agent Eric
Shaman chained to the wall, bloodied and bruised from the
torture. "Oh my goodness, Eric, are you going to be alright?!?"
Tara asked worriedly, breaking Eric's chains.
"Gee, Tara, I don't know, I was just strapped to a chair, killed
seven different ways, resurrected seven times, and then strapped
to an uncomfortable marble wall. I think I'm going to be just
peachy!" Eric said grouchily.
"The answer I was looking for was "Oh my goodness, Tara! I need
your warmth and comfort to stay alive! Thank you so much for
coming to my rescue!" Tara said sarcastically. Eric glared at
"Please just get me out of here, Buffy. I've been cramped up for
over an hour." Eric leaned on Tara, hopping on one leg. Just
then, a presumed-dead grunt started giggling. "What are you
giggling at, Ugly?" Tara asked, glaring at the mangled body on
"I'm…laughing…because you…..don't….don't realize your friend
….there is…is…broken." Said Callao, weakly and snidely trying
very hard to speak through his wounds. "After…the first five or
six times…...he will….come back…wrong."
"He's lying! I'm perfectly fine!" Eric said, angered by Callao's
"For the time being…yes…perhaps you are.
Mark…my….words…you…May….look… .Real…..but you…are broken inside."
Eric, enraged, found a broom on the wall and stabbed Callao with
its opposite end right through his eye.
"That was a very rude thing of him to say. Come on, let's get out
of here." Eric said, breathing hard. They walked up the stairs
carefully, only to find Veronika sitting on the north hall's red
carpeting with the unmoving body of Alyson lying on her lap.
Veronika was laughing quietly while she slowly stroked Alyson's
brunette curls. She looked up when she saw Eric and Tara on the
top of the stairs. She was bleeding from a cut on her left eye.
Then, the next sentence she said shocked Tara:
"I know where she is…." And then she started laughing, "You know,
T…probably wasn't very smart to give me the only Super Friend
that could help me. I was beginning to feel worried that all my
torturing was never going to get me anywhere. All I had to do was
let some other agent point me in the right direction." Tara
froze.She had forgotten: Alyson was the top general in Defense
against Demons; she was the only one who knew where Illyra was.
Tara was outraged and tried to attack Veronika, but Eric held her
back. "It's really convenient that by a twist of fate you would
dim wittingly give the girl up to me."
"There's nothing we can do right now." Eric said, and just when
he said it the helicopter lowered its ladder down a window above
the hall. Tara climbed up after Eric, who was struggling to
maintain balance in his still-healing legs.
"Talk to you later, T!" Veronika said, laughing obnoxiously.When
Tara and Eric got back to the Helicopter, they only found Julia,
holding an ice pack to her shoulder.
"Any survivors?" said Tara, on the verge of crying as Eric swung
the door shut. Julia looked up and nodded her head no. Tara then
fell to the floor of the helicopter and began to cry.
Eric was angry when they got back to base. He didn't even go to
the chief doctor for his necessary Treatment. Instead he went
into the training room and practiced punching a punching bag. "I
am SO not broken." He thought, "I am completely fixed. Wait, no…
that came out wrong….I am absolutely perfect!" Eric was very
frustrated about what Callao said. "I feel fine!" He thought once
again. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he did not
realize that he had already punched the punching bag off the
chain and was now only punching the air. When he finally came
back to the folds of reality, Eric stood very still, cocking his
head to the left while examining the broken punching bag that was
now lying lopsided against the wall. He suddenly let out a small,
exasperated sigh, which then grew into a loud, shrill scream. He
ran towards the punching bag, knelt down, and suddenly started to
wrestle with it. He was punching it as if he were engaged in a
death match; punching and scratching the punching bag, then
suddenly flipping over, acting as if he were being pinned by the
bag. Finally, he snapped out of his fit of rage, and rolled out
from under the bag, breathing heavily. He blinked a couple times,
and then left the training room looking absent minded and
insensate while he walked through the long corridors of the
Defense against Demons headquarters. Fellow comrades tried to
approach him, asking him what it was like to be kidnapped by THE
Queen Veronika; he just absently brushed them off and headed
toward Dr. Andrews Lab, which was now right at the end of the
grayish fluorescent hallway. Commander Voll, the Manager of that
particular base, suddenly moved in front of Eric, blocking his
intended path towards Dr. Andrews Lab.
"Agent Shaman, may I have a word? I must speak to you about what
has happened to you in the last seventy two hours. What did that
monster do to you? How can you not be damaged at all from the
torture? You don't seem to have any broken bones or-
"I….am…… not BROKEN!!" Eric screamed, slamming Commander Voll
through the drywall interior. He then charged over the limp body
of the Commander and stopped right next to Doctor Andrews's door.
He then put his most sincere smile on his face and knocked on the
door before entering. "Hello, Kathy," He said in the sweetest
voice he could muster, "I'm ready to have my check up."
Tara and Doctor Kathleen Andrews stared through the glass of the
two-way mirror at the fetal-positioned Eric Shaman. He was now
mumbling unintelligibly, once and a while shouting "I'm not
broken!" Tara was bewildered how such a dramatic change in a
person could only happen in only two hours.
"How could this happen, Doctor Andrews? He seemed perfectly fine
when we came back to base. He was kind of quiet, but that didn't
really bother me because he usually only has the social skills of
a high school chess team member. That gross spider thing, Kai or
whatever said he was "broken". This has to be linked to that."
Tara thought out loud. The last few hours have been very rough on
her as well. Her usually bright, beautiful features were now red
and blotchy from crying. She was disgraced; she had let the last
part of her squad die, with the exception of Julia. She had gone
up against the queen bee, and not only let her win the fight, but
also unknowingly sacrificed the only person who knew where Illyra
was stashed, Alyson. In a moment of panic, she gave the literal
Queen of Hell the only person in the world that could actually
help her succeed in her evil goal. On top of all that, she
brought back a lunatic.
"I think I know what happened. There is an Austrian translation
with a sort of Resurrection spell. It resurrects the human, but
only returns fragments of them, in a way." Doctor Andrews
replied, "The soul is broken into smaller and smaller pieces
every time it is returned to the body. After a certain amount of
resurrections, there won't be any soul left to return. In the
soul's place there will only be rage. There would be no
conscience; he would only be a mere killing machine." Tara took a
couple moments to contemplate this new information. Callao had
said Eric was "broken"; did this mean Eric was now an empty shell
of his former self?
"How many resurrections does it take to become fully zombified?"
Tara asked with a huge knot strangling itself in her stomach.
"It only takes nine times for this to happen, I think." Doctor
Andrews reported to Tara, biting down on her lip very, very hard.
The doctor and Eric were always close friends, and they even came
to the base together to join the Defense against Demons cause.
They were even going to get married at one point, but for some
reason the Doctor broke it off. Doctor Andrews was almost a
decade older than Tara, with long, brunette locks tied in a bun
and cute, young looking features. Even though she was only about
thirty five, the doctor almost looked exactly Tara's age of
"Well, Eric has only been resurrected seven times, so is there a
way to get the fragments of his soul back? Is there some sort of
backup soul he can get?" Tara asked with her hope plummeting by
"The only thing we can do now is watch him. If worst comes to
worst, the only thing left of him will be a ranting lunatic."
Doctor Andrews then looked up from her clip board to see Eric
looking through the mirror directly at Tara.Tara also saw this
and suddenly got chills.
"Doctor, can Eric se me through the mirror?" Tara asked. Eric
leaned into the glass and started knocking on it.
"He shouldn't be able to. He hasn't had his treatment, so he
shouldn't be able to see any better than a regular human."The
doctor then started scribbling on her clip board, mumbling the
words she was writing down. Eric was still knocking on the glass,
now smiling in a very sick, creepy way.
"I SEE you, T!" Eric shouted in a sing song voice, "I'll ALWAYS
SEE YOU, T!"Tara started to shake. Eric was directly focused on
her. His knocks on the glass suddenly grew louder, as if he was
increasing the strength he was putting on the glass.He then added
his other hand and was now banging on the glass with both hands.
"I SEE you, Tara! I see your pretty eyes and ears…I see your pain
and regret…I will always see you….I bet you're broken too…so much
pain, so much sadness….the pretty maidens sitting in a row would
not appreciate such sadness… they said they want you to be
punished. I must do as they say, or they shall rap my hands for
it….." Eric then chuckled to himself, "Now, we wouldn't want
that, now would we?" Eric then started ramming his body at the
glass, and on his third try, he broke through the glass and
tackled Tara to the floor. Doctor Andrews tried to help, but was
quickly brushed aside and knocked unconscious by Eric as if she
was a pestering fly. "They want you destroyed, like me, Tara!
We've always been a team, and now we get to share one more thing…
insanity! Won't that be fun?! Huh, Tara, ISN'T THIS GOING TO BE
FUN?!" Eric started punching Tara, who was shrieking on floor.
She was terrified; without her Treatment, Tara did not have all
of the super strength that the Treatments gave her. The usual
Strength enhancer only lasted for about a day and a half, and her
last Treatment's effects ran out after the Castle Battle.
"GET OFF OF ME ERIC! PLEASE…get…off…"Tara shrieked, but since
Eric was strangling her now, her words became weaker and weaker.
Tara, now starting to get dizzy, reached for anything on the
floor that she could use to hit Eric with.Her hand finally
brushed up against the doctor's clipboard. She then slipped a pen
stuck in the clipboard and stabbed it right into Eric's left leg.
He screamed and backed away from her crab style. He then looked
up from his wound and glared wildly at Tara. She was up on her
feet now; hoisting the unconscious Doctor up on her shoulders,
fire man style. She ran out of the room to grab help.
"Someone…help me please!" Tara cried. She was bruised and
bleeding from her spat with the rabid Eric, who was now getting
closer and closer to her.
"Tara..? Where did you go? We were not done with our play date!
Please come back, Tara! I'll be lonely." Eric said playfully. Now
he was creepier then ever; he was acting as if he was a violent
five year old! Tara searched frantically in the hallway; no one
is in sight.
"Wow, that's horrible timing for this hallway to be deserted."
Tara thought. Eric then yanked back her brown ponytail, pulling
her to the floor. She cried out as she dropped poor Doctor
Andrews.Eric then started dragging her to the Doctor's corner
office at the end of the hallway. Tara's head became full of
different scenarios this could lead to. Eric was in full control,
dragging her by the hair.Tara then felt her terror then grow into
extreme anger. She then all of a sudden grabbed Eric's right leg,
with one hand on his shins and the other on the lower half of his
thigh. She then swung herself so that she was now between his
legs; her hair hurt like heck, but she quickly told herself that
pain was just a state of mind. She then used her own leg as a
sort of balance and put it directly on his right knee cap.With
her last remaining strength, she bent his right leg until she
heard a snap. Once again, he fell to the floor and cried out in
pain. Tara then stood up and ran full speed from the hall. Eric
was crying on the floor, still saying those words.
Veronika sat in her first class on the plane. If there was such
thing as a perfect paradise existed, Veronika thought it might be
pretty gosh darn close to this.
She sighed, "Oh my goddess, Callao. There are a lot of pretty
crappy things in this new world, but first class aerospace
travel- not one of them." Callao was in the seat next to her, in
a long cream colored trench coat and a long sombrero, reading an
issue of Us Weekly.
"Indeed, your Imperial Viciousness, I am also enthralled in the
Aerospace Traveler's lap of luxury. My seat has a massage feature
built in!" Callao said.Veronika frowned.
"I want a massage feature! Switch seats with me, Callao!"
Veronika demanded the painfully obvious Spider Demon. Callao
frowned, not wanting to move. "Callao…do I have to remind you of
how I resurrected you without losing one small fragment of your
essence? How I gave you another shot at the after life out of the
bottom of my black vortex of a heart?" Veronika asked. Callao
begrudgingly stood up from his seat and allowed Veronika to take
it. "Why thank you, servant. Your loyalty will be
rewarded…eventually. But for now, I need a nap." Veronika got her
"Can I Have a Bite?" Blindfold out of her carry on bag and put it
over her eyes. Callao then put down his Magazine and eventually
started getting bored. He then saw a fourteen year old boy
playing with a Nintendo DS. Callao's interest started to spark up
and he proceeded toward the vacant seat next to the boy.
"Pardon me, but may I ask of what nature your Pazanian Message
sender is?" Callao asked the boy. The boy looked up from his game
and looked at Callao quizzically.
"You mean my DS? It's a game system, you weird creeper. I'm
playing Mario Kart." The boy then turned back to his game, trying
to ignore Callao looking over his shoulder. Callao felt hurt and
really wanted to play the boy's game.
"I'm going to borrow this." Callao said, and with that he grabbed
the boys DS out of his hand and grasped it in his gloved legs.
"Give me my game back! It's mine! Flight Attendant! He stole my
game!" The boy started shouting.
"Shh, it's time to sleep." Callao said. Callao then breathed
directly into the boy's face, making him fall asleep. He then
somehow managed to restart the game and taught himself how to
play. After about an hour Callao gave up, mainly because the boy
"I do not like this game. It is pointless, and annoys me; and
yet…I am compelled to play on. This is very strange…." Callao
then felt his coat being tugged up, and he looked up to find
Veronika, fully rested.
"Come on, you indolent twit. It's time for a landing."Veronika
said, pulling Callao towards the cock pit.
"But my liege, we still have an hour left until we reach our
destination of Nebraska!" Callao protested loudly. He wanted to
go back to his game.
"I know, dummy.But the Plane's destination isn't necessarily
ours." Veronika told Callao, "When we reach the airport, it will
take a bus ride, a train ride, and then a taxi to get to the
Church Of Our Lord. I am TOTALLY not waiting that long, and I'm
not going to run their either." Veronika opened the Cockpit door
with ease. The two pilots looked away from their work and saw
Veronika and Callao standing over their shoulders.
"What are you doing in here?!" demanded the pilot on the right,
"This part of the plane is restricted from all passengers!"
Veronika in response rolled her eyes.
"Oh ho, I am no ordinary passenger. You see, my name is Veronika,
queen of the Underwo-"
"I don't care! You're not allowed to be in the Cockpit!" shouted
the pilot on the right, who seemed to be doing all the talking
for both of the pilots. Veronika turned to him and snapped his
neck. She then knelt down next to the pilot on the left.
"Rude," she proclaimed in a motherly voice, "I was talking." She
then sat on top of the dead pilot's lap and took the controls.
Callao knocked out the other pilot and took his seat next to her.
She then took the speaker that lead all the way to the back of
the plane. "Attention all Wal-Mart Shoppers, this is you new
captain speaking, we are going to make an emergency landing
in….oh, well, right about now." Veronika then seized the controls
and steered straight down.
Tara stood next to General Voll, who was lying in the Emergency
Room in the Headquarters of Defense against Demons. He had broken
several ribs and had a fracture in his skull. "Ah, Ms. Harris,
Ms. Harris; I am not pleased with you." The general said, "I
don't even know where to begin, but I'll give it a shot. Number
one, your team had been destroyed by Queen Veronika's forces in
the Castle Battle under YOUR leadership. Number two, you came
back to Headquarters with an unstable hostage. You were even
warned by one of Veronika's grunts that Eric Shaman was quote
"broken".Also, you endangered and killed Alyson Riker, our head
witch and also my most trusted commander in DAD, who, might I
add, was one of the only ones in this base that knew the ancient
origins and burial place of Illyra, the strongest Witch in the
Underworld. I assigned her to be the leader of Squad Three to
search out Shaman, not play bodyguard for you against Veronika!
These screw ups can not go unpunished. Tara Harris, I'm sorry to
say, you are here by dismissed from Defense against Demons
indefinitely." Tara was panicking; she had no where else to go.
"General Voll, this is a mistake! You know I'm totally capable of
myself in the field! Alyson was my best friend, and I probably
won't ever forgive myself….but this job is all I've had over the
years besides her. You can't just take away the only two things
in my life that I care about in three days!" Tara said. She
needed to make this right somehow.
"I don't care for sob stories. Miss Harris. I am sorry for your
loss, but I have to do what is best for the entire department's
safety, and if that means having to discharge you, then so be it.
I am truly sorry, Tara. But we are talking about good human lives
here; I don't think you can undo what you unknowingly caused with
your carelessness." The general replied, "Now, pack your
belongings and please leave."
Tara tried to protest again, but knew it was no use. She turned
and left the room. She had been in this building for almost five
years; where could she go after so many years fighting? Tara
thought of a way she could try to win back a position in the
agency. General Voll was speaking the truth; Tara's own fear and
panic had gotten her discharged, and there was nothing she could
do about it.But maybe she could somehow contain Veronika and her
little lap dog witch.Before she could do anything though, she had
to get her Treatment from Doctor Andrews; she felt weak already
even though she only had her treatment twenty-four hours earlier.
Tara started down the long, fluorescent hallway. She could still
see blood from where Eric had dragged her. She was still shaken
up from that whole experience. She opened the door to Doctor
Andrew's corner office.Doctor Andrews had her nose in a clipboard
yet again. She had scars on her face from the attack with Eric,
who was now in Supreme Lockdown in building 270 in Cleveland,
"Tara, it is very good to see you again. Are you ready for your
Treatment?" The doctor asked. Tara almost smiled, remembering
that Doctor Andrews tried to forget every bad thing that ever
happens to her. Apparently, she wasn't aware that Tara had been
"Yes, I would like a treatment; thank you, Kathleen." She hopped
up on the bed by the wall. Doctor Andrews then attached the wires
on to Tara's arms, legs, and sides of her head. These weekly
treatments were very necessary to the DAD field work. The
treatments that Tara went in for were created only for her kind
of agents in the government. The treatment allowed Tara's speed,
strength, agility, and healing process to increase by ninety
eight percent! The treatment did give off some jolts of pain,
making you jerk and move all around the bed. The treatment also
worked through clothing, so the agents did not worry about not
taking their own clothes off for it. After every treatment, Tara
always felt a little drowsy. She sat perfectly still as the
shockwaves pulsed up and down her body. She let out a few grunts
by accident, forgetting just how much these treatments could
hurt. After what seemed like millions of horrible hours had gone
by, the Treatment was finished. Tara then sat up from the table
and said goodbye to the doctor, almost totally oblivious and
insensate to her surroundings. Tara started down the fluorescent
hallway yet again, remembering the traumatic experience that she
had provoked unintentionally; there was no undoing the trauma she
must have induced on poor Doctor Andrews. "It was all my fault,"
Tara thought wearily. She had acted carelessly; she had gotten
her best friend killed, and if she only could have seen what was
going on behind Eric's eyes, she could have stopped him from
hurting Doctor Andrews, who is probably so far in the denial
process she doesn't even remember Eric's attack. Tara then ducked
into a stair well to get to her fourth floor sleeping quarters.
She then entered another fluorescent hallway and went into Room
D4. She then came into the room she used to share with two people
from squad three before the "Veronika Incident". She was now all
alone in the dark blue room. She lied down onto her bed and
closed her eyes. After everything that happened the last few
days, she definitely needed a nap.
She opened her eyes to see only a bright white all around. She
wasn't in her room anymore, but just a clear, white space. At
first, Tara thought she was alone in this space; but then she saw
a female silhouette, which was odd because their were no shadows
to hide in. The shape then came into focus, and it turned out to
be Alyson. Tara then smiled, seeing her old friend in a sun dress
and having her brunette hair go down her shoulders wildly. Alyson
also saw Tara and smiled back, waving slowly. Tara then saw that
Alyson was not alone; Veronika had suddenly appeared behind her,
holding some sort of dagger in her left hand. She gestured to
Tara to be silent, and tiptoed toward Alyson, who was completely
oblivious to Veronika. Veronika grabbed Alyson by the shoulder
and yanked her onto the tip of the dagger blade. Alyson's calm
smile had transformed into a massive expression of shock.
Veronika smiled triumphantly and shoved Alyson off the knife. She
then stepped back and marveled her handiwork. Tara ran over to
where Alyson was now gasping for air on the ground. Right before
she reached her, Tara was blasted back by an powerful force.
"Whoa, whoa, there, sweetie," Veronika said, filing her nails,
"No one touches the merchandise unless I SAY they can touch the
merchandise. Plus, you've already seen this particular item,
haven't you?" Veronika grinned mischievously at Tara. Tara shrank
to the ground and started crying. Veronika scoffed. "Wow, this is
pathetic. I've never seen someone like you so…fragile. You
pretend that you have everything under control, have everything
carefully planned out, but in cold hard reality- you're just as
scared about the climax as everyone else in this mortal coil."
Tara was till weeping on the ground. Veronika then sat on the
floor next to her. "Cheer up, Super Girl. At least you didn't
die….well, not yet at least, 'cuz I'm most likely going to kill
off your whole race eventually."
Tara was angry, but for some reason did not stop crying. She
finally calmed down enough to say, "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here? To show you what you've done, cupcake. What your
stupidity and weakness has caused. I bet it hurts, doesn't it?
All the grief…the sadness…and when it comes time to point
fingers, everyone's index is pointing straight on to you. This
scene replays in your head over and over again like the Pilot of
Cheers.It's funny how you weren't even there when poor Ally here
bit the dust."
"Stop saying that," Tara said, "Stop saying it was my fault!"
Veronika giggled, "But sweetie, it was your fault! And
technically, since I'm in your dream, I didn't even say any of
that. I'm just a big ol' figment of your imagination."
Tara was getting confused. "Then why would I be saying such awful
things to myself?"
"Well, it's most likely you think you deserve all of this
mocking, which you do, and also you keep reliving a death that
you unknowingly caused. This isn't exactly a stumper, T. You've
locked yourself in your own little personal emotional torture
chamber to help you deal with the feelings you feel. Once again,
way to prove humans are morons, Miss Tara Harris. Brava. Really."
Tara stood up, ashamed. Alyson was now long dead, skin almost
blue. "Now then….let's have some fun." Veronika said. She grabbed
Tara and threw her to the ground. Tara stood up and charged at
Veronika. She tried tackling her to the ground, only to collide
with Veronika's stomach as if she had just tried tackling a
"Ow…how did you do that?" Tara said, spinning in a dizzy frenzy.
"Well, they don't call them "Abs of Steel" for nothing, now do
they, Sweet Cheeks?" Veronika grabbed Tara by her collared shirt
and threw her up to the sky, which was just an endless area of
white. Tara landed face down on the ground. She groaned and tried
to stand up.
"Veronika…why are you doing all of this? Why are you in my dream
beating the living crap out of me?Shouldn't you be taking over
the world?" Tara asked, trying to distract Veronika from throwing
her like a football once again.
"Don't ask me, Lover," Veronika said with a sigh, "How many times
do I have to tell you that this is YOUR dream, not mine? I'm not
here on my free will; in fact, I'm not really here at all. This
place…these events…they're your punishment. They're your
"But WHO is the judge? This isn't even a fair fight! Tara
shouted, now fully enraged.
"WHY ISN'T THIS GETTING TO YOU?!? YOU'RE THE JUDGE! HECK, YOU'RE
EVEN THE EXECUTIONER AND THE JURY! ALL OF THIS, EVERY LITTLE
SEGMENT OF IT IS ALL YOU!" Veronika shouted, now extremely
frustrated, "You wanna know why you're here, you ignorant little
girl? It's because you think you need more then just sadness and
grief for a punishment; your sub-conscious thinks that you need a
real punishment, to be not just mentally scarred and depressed,
but actual, physical pain. You think it will give you justice and
peace to hurt yourself, but really it's just making you look like
a naïve, distressed girl who doesn't know anything about this
world. Tara, did I ever tell you that the hardest thing to do in
this world is to live in it? And yet, you continue to complain
and feel sorry for yourself. Your whole emotional race disgusts
Tara let the realization sink in; Veronika was speaking the
truth. She had made mistakes, and just stayed in silent
humiliation, keeping her feelings sheathed. This must have made
her fall farther and farther down the spiral only known as
depression.Over the past few days, Tara realized she had changed;
she was quieter, and did not feel a thing.
"Eric was right," She said partly to herself, "He wanted us both
to share the same insanity. Being….broken. I'm broken, aren't I?"
Veronika started laughing, "Sweetie, you're like, PAST broken.
There's barely anything left of you to be broken. Way I see it;
you're just a shell of a once happy girl who enjoys beating the
crap out of innocent Vampires for cheap thrills and money to pay
the bills. Oh, it's okay though; most people nowadays that work
for the government are secretly broken. All it takes is one bad
day for a person to reveal their real emotions; the ones that you
get in the deep dark wells of hearts. You, my friend, have just
been introduced to that one bad day, just like Eric had. Only
he's a little bit ahead of you, since he's now shown his emotions
in physical form. He revealed his emotions long ago in his
dreams, like you are doing right now. And then there goes the
slide of depression, increasing speed as time goes on." Veronika
stopped laughing and was now serious, waiting for Tara's reply.
Tara now knew everything.
"We….we're all secretly broken, aren't we? Not just me, not just
people who work for the government, everybody."
"Right you are, finally." Said Veronika, rolling her eyes, "You
New Humans are SO slow. Now shut up so I can beat you up."
Veronika started moving towards Tara with her dagger in hand. Her
body once again became a blur like it did in the castle. Tara was
now the one rolling her eyes. She caught both of Veronika's hands
and used her momentum to thrust Veronika behind her. She cracked
her knuckles as Veronika flew towards the wall.
"Wow, Veronika; has anyone ever told you that you are extremely
jaded? The world isn't the horrible place you make it out to be.
There is good in everyone, and yes, our race as a whole isn't
perfect, but we're working on it." Tara then moved toward
Veronika, who had gathered herself up after the flight. She
grabbed her throat and rose her off the ground. "Now, get the
heck out of my dream you jaded trash heap." Tara then swung
Veronika on the ground.
Before Veronika landed on the bright white floor, Tara awoke from
her bed, covered in sweat. She opened her eyes to a
gunpoint.Julia stared straight at her, weapon transfixed between
"I'm sorry, Miss Harris," Julia started, gun shaking in her
hands, "But General Voll asked me to escort you out with your
things. Now please, gather your belongings and accompany me to
the outside." Tara hesitated for a moment. She couldn't leave
now; she had to get resources! She had to win back the trust of
everyone! She had to take down Veronika! Tara finally sighed to
herself, looked at Julia sadly, and started to pack her things in
her small, purple bag. After she had everything packed, she and
Julia started down the hallway, suitcase in tow. When they
reached the stairwell, Tara suddenly moved faster then she ever
had before, turning to face Julia and knocking her blaster out of
her hand. Julia was too slow to react; Tara had already had her
in a headlock, blaster aimed directly at her temple.
"Now then, Miss protégé," Tara said, struggling to keep the
obviously treated Julia in her grasp, "You're going to take me to
General Voll, like ASAP. I need to learn a couple things from the
"Please, Miss Harris…Tara…why are you doing this?" General Voll
pleaded, tied up to the bed rather tightly, "Can't we sort this
out?" Tara stared at the General in silence for quite some time.
She had knocked out Julia, plus all of his nurses and doctors
tending, and locked the door of the hospital room. Tara had
General Voll tied down in extremely tight restraints.
"I'm sorry, General Voll, but you're not exactly participating
with me here." Tara said, sincerely apologetic, "You're giving me
no choice. I need info only Alyson could give me, and since she's
gone now, you're the next one up to the plate."
"It's not your job to asks questions, you ignorant girl! You're a
search and destroy agent, a grunt nothing else! You're supposed
to be the brawns, not the brains!" Tara struck General Voll right
in the cheek.
"I don't think you're in the position to call me names, Old Man,"
Tara said through clenched teeth, "Now tell me what I want to
know." The General was shocked for a moment, and then sighed.
"All right, Tara, what do you need to know?" He said with the
biggest grimace that Tara had ever seen. Tara scowled.
"I need to know all about Queen Veronika and the Sorceress
Illyra's back stories; where did they come from and what are
their weaknesses?" General scowled right back at Tara
"All the squads were briefed on all these back stories before the
Castle charge; were you even listening then? You should have
known all of this already! No wonder you were so foolish, you
didn't even know what you were up against!" Tara continued to
"Well, I was listening, sorry. It's not my fault that those
meetings are so boring, I mean seriously, it's like open mouth,
insert revolver!" The General growled at the last statement. He
sighed and started to speak.
"Queen Vreoonik (her REAL name) is older then time itself, I
don't even know the specific age. She ruled the world with a
powerful fist over a race of creatures known as the Old Ones. The
Old Ones were all immortal, and were almost indestructible.
Veronika, or Vreoonik, killed anyone who challenged her thrown,
and she did it with a song in her heart.The Old Humans were awful
looking, with pointed teeth and sharp features, almost as if they
were lazily carved out of a piece of wood by a teenage boy
scout.The Old Ones did not realize their flaws until they made a
new discovery; one of Queen Vreoonik's pet chimpanzees had given
birth to a New Human. The Man was beautiful, with handsome
features that every Old One lusted for. Suddenly, More New Humans
overflowed the World, outnumbering the Old Ones. The Old Ones
tried everything ton eradicate this new race, but it was too
late; the New Humans had them surrounded. The New Humans were not
as strong or fast as the Old Humans, but it did not matter since
they had stronger numbers. The Old Ones were forced to abandon
their old world and start new." Tara thought about this
information for a while.
"Where did they flee to though? It couldn't have been far, since
I run into the Vampires every time I patrol downtown!" Tara
interrupted. General Voll sighed impatiently.
"I was getting to that. Anyway, Vreoonik got her advisor, Illyra,
to create a parallel reality to start their new world. Vreoonik
has called this new world the Underworld, so we're sticking with
that name. However, this world was temporary, as ours is. It
started to crack and crumple, causing some denizens to run back
to our world and create havoc. They quickly realized all the
nourishments that kept them going had long dried out over time,
so they resulted in sucking the New Human's blood. Vreoonik was
outraged that our race hadn't died out on Earth yet, so she was
determined to rid us of it. Illyra was assigned to watch the
Underworld while the Queen was away. Veronika was forced to send
for her advisor to forge a spell powerful enough to kill off the
whole New Human Race. However, when Illyra arrived about eight
years ago to join her Queen, she was ambushed and captured by our
troops, who held her in a secret hiding place from the Queen.
Alyson was the one who came up with the place; a church she grew
up going to called The Holy Light of God in Nebraska."
Tara paused. "What does Illyra look like?" She said, "What if she
escaped and used a disguise?" General Voll chuckled to himself.
"You can't miss this particular Sorceress. She looks very
strange, with jet black hair and blue highlights; she also has a
tight, blue armor designed to specifically fit her own body.She
also has fiery red eyes, which doesn't really go with the rest of
the ensemble in my opinion. There, is that all you wanted?" Tara
shook her head.
"I need to also know about the Spider things," She stated.
"Those are Veronika's worshippers; specifically created by Illyra
to give Veronika more worshippers."Tara paused, trying to think
of her next step.
"What about their weaknesses? How do I defeat them?"
"You don't." General Voll replied grimly, "You can only contain
them. They are too strong for even us; we can't completely
eradicate this race, only damage them and run them into hiding."
"So how do I do that?" Tara asked impatiently. People were
starting to bang on the hospital door. General Voll thought for a
moment, as if trying to recall something.
"You need a Temporal Rift Spell;" He said finally, "This spell
opens the Gates to every dimension that has been created for a
short period of time. You could imprison the two of them so they
can never make harm in our world again."
"But what about Illyra? Won't she try to conjure a spell?"
General Voll shook his head, "If you imprison them in the right
dimension, she will not have enough resources to conjure any
spells. The only other dimension I can actually think of right
now that has her resources is the Underworld, which is long gone.
All the other ones just have fire, water, or blank space."
"That spell is perfect! Who knew I'd get this much information
from you just by tying you up? Please give it to me!" General
Voll hesitated for a moment.
"Miss Harris…If I give you this spell, and you actually succeed
with this plan of yours, then you must promise me one thing."
"Of course I will, General. You have been very helpful." Tara
said calmly in her expressionless voice.
The General cleared his throat. "You must promise me that you
will discontinue all activity with DAD. I've watched you slowly
become quieter and quieter over the last few months. You need to
stop this all together, start a new, normal life before the
darkness of this job swallows you whole." Tara stood shocked.
Even the top General knew of her breaking soul.
"I….I promise. Please hand over the enchantment now." Tara handed
Voll a pen and a piece of paper, releasing his right hand so he
could write. He quickly jotted down the Spell. Just as he was
almost done, the door busted down and the newly awakened Julia
came in with a new blaster she must have obtained from someone
else, for Tara had taken hers after she knocked her out. Voll
handed Tara the spell and she quickly looked for an escape route.
She quickly grabbed an air conditioning vent above her and tore
off the cover. She then thrust herself up into the vent, narrowly
missing Julia's poor blind shots; Tara then army crawled her way
through the vent system until she could see the DAD underground
Garage under her. She grabbed the nearest car, which was an old,
beat up Camaro. She broke its passenger seat window and climbed
in. She then hotwired the car, using the skills she had been
taught at age eight by her older brother, Matt. She then escaped
the garage, with no one following her. She traveled at the
Camaro's fastest speed. She was headed toward the Holy Light of
God. She was going to finish what she started.
"Nebraska, here I come….I guess…" Tara thought to herself.
Veronika groaned and sat up from the wreckage that she caused.
"Goddess, I need an Aspirin. That was one heck of a flight!" She
rolled her head from side to side and cracked her neck. Veronika
looked at the wreckage she caused and smiled. It was a complete
masterpiece. She also examined the corn field she landed in.
There was a sign next to the Corn Field that said Avalanche,
Nebraska; Fourteen miles. Veronika smiled. Who knew she would
land so close? She then heard a small groan come from a pile of
baggage left from the passengers. Veronika dug through the old
fragments of bags and found the crumpled, half-dead Callao,
missing two out of his eight legs. She laid Callao down on to the
ground. "I'm not going to carry you to the church, if that's what
you're staring at me for. Come on, you have six other legs left;
I'm sure you can make the trip."Callao was silent throughout the
walk to the church. Veronika thought it was because he was mad at
her for destroying the game he was playing After for what seemed
like hours of walking, they finally came across a tiny,
run-of-the mill church. "Wow," Veronika said, staring at the
small church, "No wonder I never found Illyra on my own. Goddess-
this is SO typical. How the heck did humans get the impression
that I'm afraid of Catholics?" Veronika grumbled. She swung open
the tall cedar doors of the tiny church to find four priests
standing at the other end of the church kneeling by a cross. She
marched towards them with Callao in tow and gave them her most
serious looking stare "Okay, so Fathers, to make my sitch short,
I'm looking for someone. I know you know where she is, so I'm
just going to have to rip through you one by one until you tell
me where she is." One of the priests, who was bald and obviously
terrified, started shaking in fear.
"It is the Beast! It is the Beast!" He cried, pulling on another
priest, "We must run!"
"Okay, One: that whole "it's the Beast" thing baldy, it kind of
hurts my feelings; and number two: If I really wanted to kill
and/or fight you old dudes, you could tell by the being dead
already. Now You, Baldy, direct me towards Sleeping Beauty before
I do something violent." She grabbed the man by his collar and
gave him her most fierce glance. He finally stopped shaking and
"I will never lead you to her! I would much rather die then
assist you!" The priest cried. Veronika groaned.
"Goddess, can't you stupid humans just cooperate for once? I
mean, this world wasn't even yours in the first place, it was
mine! And then Bam! A couple monkeys come together and make a
hairless chimp and suddenly I'm being chased out of my own
kingdom with pointy sticks and Church Water! It's my world, and
I'll kill your whole species one by one to get it back." Veronika
then moved in for the kill. Callao stepped in her way.
"Be careful, my liege, these…Religion Fanatics are not worth it.
We have already wasted enough time." Veronika then calmed down,
realizing Callao spoke the truth,
"Fine, whatever, I'm over it. Just make them sleep and let's find
Illyra." She then moved past the priests and started breaking
through all the wall of the church. She finally came to a mural
that looked like the gates of heaven and covered a whole wall.
She removed the painting to find a thick steel door with a key
pad coming from the middle of it. Veronika smiled. "Yahtzee!" She
cried in triumph. The bald priest once again got up his courage
"You do not know the combination to the door! There is no way you
could open it!" He cried with a satisfied smile on his face.
Veronika rolled her eyes.
"Callao, I though you took care of the Father here! Why, then, is
he still conscious?!?"
"Forgive me, your Imperial Viciousness, for I did not know he was