fantasynovels: Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 2: Site of Destruction

Friday, March 28, 2008

Celestial Zone 2.1 Fanfic Novel - Chapter 2: Site of Destruction

Arriving on the scene of destruction, Fast Hands noted the work of Flair and Knives with satisfaction. Evidence lay abound; strew all over the plains were the remains of the convoys and their guards. The smell of burning wood and burnt flesh was faint. In the plains with strong winds, such odors were quickly scattered away. Of the original six wagons and a caravan, only three wagons remain upright; two were smashed into bits and the last flipped onto its side. The caravan remained untouched, except that the wheels were gone. The caravan would not be moving anytime soon.

Most notable was the three in guard’s uniform in the center of the dirt road and two in driver’s uniform on top of a wagon.

The guards lay dead with frozen eyes staring at the heavens, a terror and pain filled expression forever on their face. Grayish white stuffs were oozing from their ears, their eyes, mouths and nose were bleeding non-stop.

“As usual, Good job Flair.” Fast Hands noted, reaching to his belt and unsheathing a 5 inch long dagger.

The drivers on the other hand, lay unmoving with huge gaping wounds all over their bodies, with a surprised look on their face. Looking closely, the wounds formed a Chinese word, “死”.

“As obsessed with Chinese calligraphy as ever, when will he believe me that it is impossible carving calligraphy with knives of air?” Fast Hands shook his head wryly, and then turn sharply upon an unsuspecting guard.

The guard, trying to sneak up on Fast Hands, barely had time to even register a shocked expression on his face before Fast Hands let loose his skills. All he could follow with his untrained eyes were a furry of blurred hands before Fast Hands turned his back on him and shrugged in a matter-of-fact way.

The guard suddenly felt extreme pain as all of his fingers dropped to the ground; closely follow by both of his wrists and then the skins of his arms all the way up to his elbows. Blood spurted madly for around 10 seconds before the guard started screaming, jerking about madly.

“Music’s on, and the party’s began. So where are the rest of the dancers?” Fast Hands commented, laughing on his own joke.

Just then, a loud ear-piercing scream burst out through the slight fog and caught the attention of Fast Hands. It was closely follow by another softer moan, then a loud scream of “Bitch!”

“Uh uh, Flair’s voice. I wondered what happened. ” Fast Hands thought uneasily. “They are ESPers. Nothing should have been able to hurt them.”