So, Mist asked me to say something funny. The pressure's really getting to me. I considered commenting on Airline Food, but I've never actually had any, so...
15.
The House Expert
Nixion was not a happy tourist. Wait,
no, camper. Nixion was not a happy camper. He wasn’t even a camper…
Nixion
was not happy. And he decided to leave it at that. He didn’t want to
go and see this war base. He liked violence, sure. He liked hurting people,
sure. War, however, was nothing something he was particularly keen on. In any
case, this was a war base. A war base that had
been used hundreds of years ago. It was going to be dead boring. Deader than
dead. It was going to be deaded boring. Slayn hadn’t been
required to come. She’d been promised fights and apparently, Mist had told her
that there wasn’t a high chance of a fight on this trip. So she’d lost interest
immediately and returned her house. Why couldn’t Nixion have stayed
behind and waited? He was confident that he’d be able to occupy himself in the
Sanctuary until they got back. He’d find one of the other training rooms Mist
had been talking about before, or else threaten a few of the idiot healers.
That would have been a little bit of fun, at least. This was not fun. This was boring. This was annoying. Nixion was
not happy.
Admittedly,
he was never happy. People always told him how he was never happy, always in
bad moods. Of course, they soon discovered just how much Nixion valued their
input when his fist met nose. Indifference aside, however, they definitely had
a point. Nixion mostly found that the majority of all his emotions and
intentions were dark and angry things. And he was fine with that.
Those emotions worked for him. If it
ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And if it is broke, who cares - just leave it.
Nixion
scowled as the minibus went over a bump and he swayed slightly. Damn, Nixion
hated bumps. And he hated buses. The minibus was mini, but it
was still a bus. He hated buses.
Everyone else was talking amongst
themselves, but Nixion was sitting down the back again, silent and scowling. He
could have asked where they had got a bus, but he really didn’t care enough to
bother.
They’d all been driving for about
forty five minutes now, and Nixion beginning to get seriously annoyed at the
lack of activity to keep him occupied. Nixon didn’t even know who was driving,
but evidently the location Gabriel had supplied Mist with was not close to
the Sanctuary. Finally, the bus came to a halt. Nixion was the first off,
despite being the furthest away from the exit, and everyone else piled out
after him. He allowed himself a moment to appreciate that he was out of the
minibus, then looked at the place they had stopped at.
“This is it?” Nixion asked.
“Yep,” Mist replied, looking at the
building. “This was Hammond’s base of operations during the war.”
“Base, as in basic?” Nixion looked at
Mist. “It’s a dump.”
For once, Nixion did not seem to be
exaggerating. The place was a farm. It was a farm with a barn, a shack and a
lot of field. The shack was also run down, as though it hadn’t been used since
the end of the war – and it was likely that it hadn’t. This wasn’t exactly what
he’d been expecting when the term ‘war base’ had come to mind.
Stavan
grinned. “I’d never pictured you as such a house expert, Nix.”
“You
don’t need to be one to see that this place is pathetic,” Nixion shot back at
him, ignoring the slip with his name. “Look around.” He illustrated his words
creatively with a few gestures to their surroundings.
Mist started walking towards the
wreck, frowning, but only slightly. “Maybe it was better in its day,” he said
flatly, shrugging.
Nixion snorted. “Yeah,” he said.
“Maybe, instead of a completely run-down, old farm it had been a mostly run-down,
old farm. So much better.”
They all continued after Mist and
made their way towards the entrance to the shack. Mist stopped in front of the
decaying door and attempted to knock on it, but it collapsed off its hinges
upon contact. He shrugged again and they decided simply to proceed. It didn’t
look as though anyone was here anyway. Nixion certainly couldn’t see a
legitimate reason as to why someone would be here. The place was boring – to
say the least.
They
each split up and did a quick inspection of all the rooms. Each one was just as
run down and old as the next, and the only thing any of them found was various
forms of mould and assorted scampering vermin. Mahogany had actually found what
seemed to be a snake. Though it looked a whole lot less like a snake after half
the ceiling caved in on the thing the moment it moved.
The floorboards were old and wooden,
covered in grime and a thick layer of dust. There were a few sections where the
floorboards had also collapsed and splintered, which everyone avoided. The
walls were an unpleasant colour of murk, splattered with mould and more grime.
Though, Nixion had found a wall in the third room he’d searched with a large
blood splatter over it. He’d smirked when he’d seen it, but it looked like it
had been there for as long as the shack had been standing. The ceiling had a
few thin cracks through it and cobwebs hung everywhere. The place also stunk
of… something. Nixion couldn’t actually put a real description to the smell. It
was just oldness. An unpleasant oldness with a hint of moisture and more
unpleasantness.
“Yeah, this place is a dump,” Mist
said after they had checked all the rooms, which was a pathetically short
amount of time.
“Oh, really?” Nixion asked him
sceptically. The others seemed to be content with listening and observing the
situation. Mahogany had picked up a rat and was holding it by the tail,
watching it dangle with unnerving curiosity. Mist directed them all out of the
shack and they moved on to the barn.
It took them an even shorter amount
of time to discover that the barn was of nothing but hay, manure and a few odd
looking animals with even odder eating habits. They left the animals to it and
regrouped outside the barn.
“Alright, looks like Gab lied to you,
man,” Stavan said with a hand over his nose as they abandoned they barn.
“No, I think that he came up
truthfully,” Mist said, looking around. “Gabriel didn’t actually say that
anything was going on in this place. All he told us was that this is an old war
base.”
“Was an old war base,”
Lyra interjected.
Hunter ignored the conversation and
wandered off in typical vampire fashion. Nixion assumed he wanted to get away
from the barn - his scene of smell being so sensitive. Nixion watched the
vampire walk into the corn field and then walk back towards them a few moments
later.
“Hey,
guys, you might want to see this.” Hunter called to them in his lazy voice.
Nixion
scowled. Another cliché sentence. Everyone followed Hunter into the field with
Nixion trailing behind looking disgruntled.
The moment that Nixion stepped
forwards into the corn, everything in front of him changed dramatically. In
quick ripples, the rows of corn that should have been sitting in front of all
of them faded and disappeared, in the place of which stood a huge castle
through the ripples. Nixion stepped closer and the ripples calmed, allowing his
vision to sharpen. It was a castle.
Just by looking at it, he could tell
that it had been built for its defence and not for its looks. It was horribly
old, though not decaying, and looked strong. Strong enough to hold off an
attack, presumably. It was a rather imposing image.
There was a short few moments of
silence in which everyone took in the sight in front of them.
“So, Sir Nixion, what be your expert
verdict on this particular stronghold?” Stavan
asked him, flashing a cocky smirk. Nixion gave him a withering glare in return.
After a few more moments, they began
their walk towards the castle. While the stacks of crop wasn’t really there and
wasn’t visible any longer, it was still a bit of a walk to the castle. It was
all hardened ground with a few patches where grass had attempted to grow but
had failed and died miserably. Upon closer inspection, Nixion noted that the
castle actually was slowly falling apart, but the structure itself was still
rather impressive, and was in no immediate state of crumbling to the ground. A
part of the far end had been damaged and had already collapsed, but the rest of
the castle was still standing and while it held wounds evidently from wartime,
it was still intact. They reached the entrance and stepped inside. It was dark
inside the building and the only provided light was streaming through the few
windows throughout the castle. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceilings
and candles along the walls, but the chandeliers were no longer working and the
candles had long since burned up.
“Alright then,” Mist said after
they’d looked around a bit. “Everyone split up into pairs and search this
place. We’re looking for anything that might help us or any sign of a person in
this place. If anyone finds anything…” he raised his phone a bit to indicate
they should call, and then he turned away and walked in a direction that half
forced Neon Dark to fall into stride with him.
Stavan left with Hunter, Lyra turned
in the other direction with Kali leaving Nixion with Mahogany who was examining
the sleeve of her shirt intently. She looked up, realised that they were alone,
turned to look at Nixion and smiled brightly. “Hi!” she said far too happily.
Nixion rolled his eyes and walked towards the last corridor out of the main
room.
Searching for any clues whatsoever
proved to be a lot harder than it was all cracked up to be. For a start, Nixion
had no idea what a clue was meant to look like. Just like the shack, the path
Nixion seemed to be walking down was covered in dust and withered with age.
There were no footprints as far as he could see, but then again, Nixion could
barely make out the ground because the windows were few and light was thin.
Searching took a long time. It took a while, but Nixion eventually got
frustrated and ended up hurling his fist into some rusty old suit of armour
which promptly proceeded to collapse on top of him.
Even
empty armour can beat me now Nixion
thought to himself angrily as he kicked the suit off himself. He got up at they continued onwards
after Mahogany had finished laughing.
Mahogany inspected every chair they
passed, every painting they walked by, every window to come into view and every
wall alongside them. Despite all this, she was completely and utterly useless,
and fascinated over the tiniest of cracks in anything rather than keeping on
the lookout for anything of any real use. Nixion grew irritated of her quickly
and spent half his time making sure he’d remember to ask Mist if he could swap
watch partners with someone. Not the necromancer, he’d never do. The vampire
wouldn’t work either, someone would end up dead before long… Kali would have
been fine. He’d ask if he could swap with Lyra. Mahogany was driving him insane.
Again.
They
passed a few rooms built to branch off the main corridor, most of which were
empty. They stumbled over a certain room which had evidently been the armoury
of the castle during wartime, then abandoned and left alone when they’d all
deserted the place. Nixion left Mahogany to inspect a window outside the room
and spent fifteen good minutes inspecting the weapons in the place, liking what
he saw. He even took a hatchet and kept it for later use. He would have taken
one of the axes, but none of them fitted in his jacket.
They’d left the armoury and continued
on their way. There was another room that actually had a door blocking their
path. Wondering what could have been so important as to keep the door locked
even while the place was evidently deserted, Nixion had decided to remain there
attempt to force it open. Even though he hadn’t consulted her on this matter,
Mahogany hadn’t seemed to mind in the slightest and busied herself by examining
a crack in the must floor with a large amount of interest.
He’d rammed his shoulder into the
door at full force for two minutes or so when the sound of Mahogany’s phone
filled the space around them. It was an upbeat song full of happiness and
rainbows and other horrible things that Nixion would like to stamp on. He
stopped ramming the door as she answered the phone. She listened to it for a
few moments, nodded as though the person on the other end could see her, and
hung up without saying a word. Mahogany replaced the phone in her pocked and
then continued to examine at the crack, attempting to work out whatever it was
that she was trying to work out.
“What was that?” Nixion asked after
it became clear that she wasn’t going to tell him.
She looked up at him. “What was
what?”
“The phone,” Nixion said, the hint of
a scowl jumping to his face. “Who was it on the phone?”
“Oh. That was Zathract,” She nodded
thoughtfully and turned back to the crack.
“What did he want?” Nixion asked
through his gritted teeth, resisting the urge to punch a hole through the door
behind him.
“He wants us in the dungeon.” She
told him dreamily. She frowned, prodded the crack with her finger and gave it a
bizarre look.
Nixion stared at her with bemusement
for a moment, then turned and walked away before someone ended up dead.
Nixion, after several wrong turns and
a small fight with a crowd of deadly cobwebs, eventually found his way to the
entrance to the dungeon, where everyone else was waiting.
“Where’s Mahogany?” Mist asked him as
he joined them all. Nixion’s response was to simply shrug.
He’d ended up back where he’d left
her twice on his long and epic journey downstairs, but she barely even
moved.
Crazier than me, he thought.
“I’m here,” a voice said from above
them called out dreamily, and everyone looked up to see Mahogany hanging from
the rafters.
There was a long silence.
“I’m
not even going to ask,” Nixion muttered.
They
found the girl in the dungeon.
The room she had been standing in did
not look very inviting. It did not look very bright, it did not look very clean
and did not really look like much at all. It was dark and damp, and most of the
space was filled with various instruments that looked like they had been used
for torture. At the sight of the instruments, Nixion glared darkly.
The girl was sitting in the middle of
the room when they walked in, shaking in fear. She was a thin thing, no muscle
at all.
Absolutely useless in a fight.
Unless, of course, she had powerful magic. Damn magic, ruining fights. Nixion
hated magic when it was used it fights. Unless it was his magic that was better
than everyone else’s, of course. Unfortunately, however, it rarely was.
There was no real reason to be wary
of her. She was shaking like a leaf, her eyes cold with fear, and her body
rigid, seized up. She was in no position to attack them, even if she had wanted
to.
“Who are you?” Mist asked the girl in
a low voice. Nixion could see he was tense. After a large lack of real answers
and a death already this investigation, Nixion could understand why. “Why are
you here?”
The girl looked up at him slowly and
fearfully, her eyes bloodshot. She was shaking horribly by this point.
“Why are you here?” Mist demanded in
a louder voice, causing the girl to flinch and shut her eyes tight before
opening them again. She opened her mouth, like she was going to say something,
but then looked down at her shoes and stayed silent, continuing to shake.
Nixion narrowed his eyes, observing
the girl. Her fear was genuine, as far as he could see, but he wasn’t about to
let his guard down. His hand had already enclosed around his machete handle.
His gaze shifted to Mist. Nixion
could see the anger and the need for answers in the way his eyes were narrowed
and through his rigid posture. His fists were clenched and almost shaking as
well.Lyra put her hand on Mist’s shoulder, forcing him to drag his eyes away
from the girl, though Nixion could tell he did it with reluctance.
“We’re not going to get anything from
her here,” she said calmly. “If she actually knows anything at all. We’ll take
her back to the Sanctuary and question her there. When she’s calmer.”
Mist looked at her for a second, and
Nixion thought he was going to snap at her. But a moment later the hint of a
growl was gone from Mist’s face and his shoulders loosened slightly, while his
expression relaxed too. Fists still clenched, he nodded, and looked back at the
girl.
Stavan
and Hunter stepped toward her and each placed a hand on her shoulders. The girl
gave them both a look of pure terror as they did this, but when they began to
leads her out of the dungeon and out of the castle, she kept her head down and
eyes shut as if hoping they’d simply forget about her somehow.
They followed Stavan, Hunter and the
girl up until the exit of the castle, and Nixion watched the three walk across
the land from the castle to the minibus. Then he raised his eyebrows and
dropped them again quickly along with a deep breath. “Well, that was
unexpected,” he said, and looked over to Mist. “What does it mean?”
Mist gave a grim smile as the others
filed in front of the two of them. “It means we’re getting closer,” he
said. And walked out after everyone else.
“Yay us…” Nixion murmured quietly as
he followed them.
The girl was led into the minibus but
the ex-Cleaver and the vampire, and was seated next to the weird girl. She had
been slightly worried as to how she’d do this if she was seated next to one of
the team, but this girl seemed determined to draw a giraffe on the window by
fogging it up, and was spending most of her time freaking out about how she
couldn’t find a way to colour it.
While the strange girl next to her
proceeded to rub her finger into the glass with an increasing aggressive
manner, Hammond’s assistant reached into her pocket and sent the text message
that she had written out earlier.
And the text said: Everything
is ready.