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                             Shadow Knight Chronicles 
                                             By Gambit


                                            Chapter Six


Jesse had to laugh outright at the deepness of Ethan's blush.
Ethan hadn't been caught in the act, but the boy was caught with
his pants down-so to speak. And Kasey was completely undressed,
save for a pair of ankle length socks. She also noticed the girl
must have gotten a little wild because she had managed to rip
Ethan's shirt and because of that, she could see a hicky... No,
that was no hicky. She knew that symbol very well. It could have
been a birthmark but was much too well defined. 

       Oh yes, she knew that symbol. She had lived most of her
life under that symbol. It was a symbol of truth, honor and
justice. It was The Red Dragon. It was the symbol of Dakrin, and
of the second coming. Everything that she already knew was proven
correct in that one moment and it made her grow pale. She really
was in the presence of a power that might have the potential to
be the strongest in the world, if properly trained.
       
       After Ethan and Kasey had gotten themselves collected,
Ethan looked over at the Jesse. She looked like she had just seen
a ghost. "Hey, Jess," There was no response. "Hey, Jesse," Still,
there was no response. Then he lightly tapped her on the cheek.
She seemed to snap out of her reverie on that.
       
       "I can't believe it. It's true it's all true." She
murmured in awe. She was looking at Ethan with eyes the size of
saucers. 
       
       "What are you talking about, Jesse? You're starting to
freak me out a little, I hope ya know that." He told her with a
nervous chuckle, and he wasn't lying.
       
       "You have the mark of The Second Coming. Haven't you read
anything of your father's book?" Then she quoted a passage out of
the Chronicles. "'And there shall come a time that a Shadow
Master will come to be; My symbol shall cover his heart and mind.
And there will be a river of blood that will flow from those who
doubt.'" 
       
       When she finished the quote, she poked him in the spot on
his chest, which happened to be above his heart. "This means that
the Knights in New Mexico and a lot of other Knights are being
fools. The Prophecies are true, even if they don't want them to
be."
       
       Ethan stood very still for more than a few minutes, taking
in the quote that Jesse just gave from The Shadow Chronicles. It
was beginning to become to much for him, so he did what he
usually did when he didn't want to deal with it at that point in
time; he shoved it to the back of his mind.
       
       Jesse took one look at Ethan and knew that he needed
sometime. "Look, Ethan, why don't you take a walk and clear your
head. Kasey and I will go to her house and I'll have to reprogram
her parents so that she can come with us. Will you go try to get
your thoughts straight before you come back? After all, your
sister would kill me if I brought you back like this." She said
jokingly. But in truth, she wasn't feeling very jovial.
       
       Ethan tried to smile, but it was morbid at best. "Yeah, a
walk would be great." Am I going to cause a river of blood? He
thought and involuntarily shivered.
       
       "Just don't stay gone to long, all right?" Jesse asked
with a tint of worry in her voice. She knew that he needed some
alone time, but that didn't mean that she liked leaving him
alone. Jesse looked over at Kasey who looked like she was about
to cry at the prospect of him leaving.
       
       <'Reassure Kasey, would you? She looks like she's gonna
break because you're leaving.'> The voice inside his head made
Ethan startle slightly. He didn't know whether he would ever get
used to people talking to him telepathically. "He looked over
towards Kasey, who had tears in her eyes again.
       
       "You're going to leave me?" She asked in a teary voice.
       
       "I promise I will be back soon, a few hours at the most.
Just stick close to Jesse, ok?" He asked. Then he sent a calming
command and she gave him the brightest smile he had seen since he
had first met her.
       
       He then looked at Jesse. "I'll be back, I promise."
       
       "I'll hold you to that Ethan Remfield." Jesse responded
with a sweet voice. She could feel the connection between them,
the love, it was stronger than ever; she suspected that was why
she wasn't jealous of Kasey.
       
       What will the future hold? She wondered as she watched him
walk out of the room, to try and walk his worries away like an
athlete would try to run them away.
       
                               
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                                One Hour Later
       
       Ethan walked down the side of the highway almost blindly
he was so deep in thought. He hadn't had this much on his mind
since he was ten years old and had a mental break, shutting
himself of from everyone. But he knew he could not do that again.
Too many people were depending on him. Moreover, he had no clue
as to what to do. It was a little disconcerting. The reason for
that being that it seemed like all through his life he had some
kind of answer to everything. But on this-- On this, he felt like
he was drawing a total blank.
       
       He was starting to feel like that helpless little boy that
he was in Hell's Outhouse, and that was something that he
definitely hated. He was having flashbacks of his past as he
walked and they were blocking out all things that were around
him, including passing cars. Or people pulling over and asking
him if he needed a ride. He would just walk on, not even seeing
them.
       
       He was back in a kitchen in Brooklyn. A plate slipped from
his hand while he was doing the dishes and broke. The next thing
he knew was the harsh slap across his face from his foster
mother, then her sharp nails going down his back. They felt like
razor flames...
       
       Then he was back with his foster father. His foster father
told him to fetch him a beer from the kitchen. The man had just
got off work and he always had a beer after work. Ethan thought
that he would get on his good side and open it for him that day.
Halfway there though he dropped the Miller Pony. He could still
feel the kicks of the steel-toed boots ramming in his leg...
       
       Then he was back in the house that he hated the most. It
belonged to the Baily family. His foster father and mother had
dropped to hits of acid and were tripping out. All of the sudden
they thought that the nine year old boy, Ethan, was a Nark. Mr.
Baily shot him in the leg twice with a 22. revolver before he
came to his senses and realized what he done. To the man's
credit, he did drive Ethan to the hospital.
       
       Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. I gotta quit thinking
like this. He chastised himself. I can't change the past, but I
can try to make a difference the future... Its easier said than
done, though. The last he thought bitterly.
       
       For the first time, the boy actually took in where he was.
He was right in front of a convenience store, and he suddenly
found that he was very thirsty. Without a second thought, the boy
walked into the store.
       
       There was not that many people in the store. There was an
old black man running the cash register and a couple of girls
that were looking in the candy section of the store with their
mother. He sent out a vibe that made them not see the sword on
his back and went directly to the drink section. He almost got a
case of beer, but changed his mind. He grabbed a 20-ounce
Mountain Dew instead. 
       
       He looked back over to the girls that were picking out
candy with their mother. They couldn't have been more than eight
years old; twins at that. They looked to be the personification
of innocence. They were all bright-eyed and full of laughter.
       
       Was I ever like that? He mused as he walked towards the
counter. It never occurred to him that he could have just simply
walked out with the soda and had the man at the register ignore
him.
       
       While he was reminiscing and looking at the two cute
little kids, another man came in. This one was not cute. He was
wearing a ski mask and was holding a 9mm Berretta. Ethan could
tell by the look in his green eyes that he was jacked up on
something. It was probably meth, he guessed, do to the fact that
the man's pupils were huge.
       
       The man lifted the gun in the air and fired it once. The
little girls screamed, as did the mother. The man behind the
counter turned ashen. "Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt!" He
screamed out. "Give me all the cash old man!" He screamed at the
cashier. 
       
       The cashier did so as fast as he could. Ethan saw
something at that moment and he didn't have time to stop it. One
of the little girls, that Ethan thought was pure innocence, made
a dash for the door before her mother could grab her.
       
       The gunman, going off instinct and wild nerves shot
blindly, shooting the little eight-year-old girl right below the
collarbone. Ethan didn't notice that the man's eyes said he was
sorry; Ethan didn't notice anything. He moved faster than he ever
thought possible and grabbed the gun and the hand at the same
time. He did a viciously quick twist and the man's forearm bone
broke through the skin. He let out an ear-piercing scream.
       
       But that was abruptly cut off by Ethan using the other
hand in a lightening fast movement, ripping the man's throat
completely out. And just for good measure, he nailed the man's
knee with a malicious kick as he was going down, affectively
crushing it. The man passed out from the pain and died from the
blood loss.
       
       Ethan went straight to wear the prone girl was lying, with
her mother bent over her. There has to be something I can do! He
thought wildly. The mother was franticly sobbing, so he reached
into her mind and calmed her down a little. But he found that he
could calm her down very little. In the back of his mind, he made
a note to ask Jesse about that. But he got her to stop sobbing;
now she was just weeping.
       
       He would always wonder later why he did what he did next.
And he would never come up with an answer. He laid his hand over
the wound of the little girl, and he didn't know how he did it,
but a sort of power went out of him and into the wound. He stayed
like that for only a few minutes. But when he finished, he fell
back into complete exhaustion... But he saw the girl was healed.
       
       With great effort, he stumbled to his feet. He had never
felt so drained in his life. Whatever he just did, he knew that
he couldn't do it all the time. He was so drained he couldn't
even erase the people that were watching memories, as he knew he
should do. "I have to get out of here before the cops get here."
He just realized he killed a man without even thinking about it.
The proof was lying about five feet away in a bloody mess.
       
       Without a word, the woman that was holding the child that
was starting to come around threw him a set of keys. "It's the
blue mini-van. Take it; it's yours. It's the least I can do."
       
       Ethan just gave her a very grateful look and stumbled out
the store door.
       
           
                                             
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       <'Ethan, where are you?'> Jesse's voice made him swerve on
the road and damn near go into a ditch.
       
       He got the van under control before he answered. <'I'm
about five minutes away. What? Were ya getting a little worried
about me, Darlin?''> He sent back. He even surprised himself by
using that endearment with Jesse. He never thought he was one for
endearments.
       
       <'Yes, I was worried. But there's something else, and I
don't think you're going to like it. It's about Tosh...'> She
started in a nervous voice. She hated giving people news that
they didn't want to hear.
       
       <'Is there something wrong with her?'> He asked in a
cautious mental voice.
       
       <'Well...'>
       
       <'Just spit it out Jesse.'> There was no hiding the
worried and scared note in his voice now.
       
       <'To make a long story short; she's a Shadow Knight now.'>
Jesse answered in a clipped voice.
       
       Ethan was silent for about a full minute. "By process of
elimination, I'm guessing she killed herself." He said aloud and
mentally. Both had an angry tint to them. He also said it just as
he pulled into the motel parking lot. <'I'll be right in.'> 
       
       When Ethan walked in, he was fully prepared to yell and
scream at his stepsister, even if he was exhausted, but all the
anger disappeared when he got a look at her. She was twisting and
turning in agony. Jesse and Kasey were trying to hold her down so
that she wouldn't hurt herself. He took one look at the knife
that was on the end table that had blood on it and knew what she
did. That fact and the fact that the chest of her shirt was
covered in blood clued him in as well. He could tell that she was
completely healed though, after he did a quick mental scan. 
       
       It was just that the changes she was going through were
extremely painful. "How long has she been like this?" He asked
Jesse.
       
       "She was like this when we got here. She's having trouble
speaking but she managed to get out that she did it about
forty-five minutes ago-it should where off at any time, if that's
the case."
       
       As if Tosh's body was listening to their conversation, her
back arched very hard one more time, and then she went completely
limp. Ethan took the time to look over his adoptive sister with a
critical eye. Her arms, that once were girlishly toned, were now
very toned, as if she had been lifting weights for months on end.
Since her shirt was pulled up a little, he could see her abs.
They looked the same. Yes, Tosh had turned herself into a Shadow
Knight. He really didn't know how he should feel about it, or why
she did it. Well, that was a lie. He pretty much knew why she did
it. She wanted to be like him. Now they were on equal footing.
       
       Ethan made sure that she was peacefully sleeping when he
motioned Jesse over to the other bed. He told Kasey mentally to
watch over Tosh, and let him know if anything changed. The girl
agreed readily.
       
       When Ethan and Jesse sat down on the other bed, he began
to send her images and words about what happened at the store.
The further he got the wider her eyes got. "What, that's not
normal? Can't other Shadow Knights heal people?" He asked,
confused.
       
       "Yeah, but it usually takes three or four Masters to do
it. Either that or about eight Adepts, and that's pushing it."
She responded with a frown. But then her face lit up with a
smile. "You're gonna be a great Master. I just know it."
       
       "I hope you're right Jesse, I hope you're right." 
       
       
               
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       Ethan noticed three things right away when he woke up. The
first being that it wasn't daylight yet, that was the easy one
since it was obvious. The second was that he was freshly cleaned
of the blood he had gotten on him the night before and he didn't
remember doing that. And the third was obvious. He was completely
naked. I must have only slept a few hours. He thought.
       
       But that was when he looked around the room. It was
completely empty. Then he heard a key hit the lock to the door;
his first instinct was to grab a sword. This stunned him somewhat
because he still didn't have the faintest clue as to how to use
one. But it was a mute fact anyhow, seeing how it was Jesse, Tosh
and Kasey walking through the door.
       
       "Well, looks like sleeping beauty has finally woken up."
Jesse stated. By the tone of her voice, she was obviously in a
good mood.
       
       Sleeping beauty? He thought. "What do you mean?" He asked
groggily. He was still tired, but he was waking up slowly but
surely.
       
       "You've been asleep all night and all day. Its 8:15 in the
PM, Bro," Tosh stated as she flopped down on the bed. "Did you
have any good dreams?"
       
       He was becoming fully awake now, at a rapid pace for some
cause. And one of the things that he noticed was Tosh's hair; it
was its original color of blonde. "Yeah, I had a good dream. I
dreamed I beat the shit out of my sister for being a dumb ass."
He stated, sitting up in bed.
       
       "Now you look Ethan, before you go postal on me, let me
explain why I did it." She replied with a pleading voice; a voice
she knew he had no defenses against whatsoever. "I know there is
some major shit that's going to be coming down and I want to be
on the same level as the bad guys, at least, when the shit hits
the fan. You can't get mad at me for wanting to protect you.
Besides, Mom made me promise to look out for you." She said with
that same pleading voice. She threw in her trump card. Mom.
       
       Ethan just gave an explosive sigh. He never could stay mad
at her. And she looked cute as hell the way she was dressed. She
was dressed in a similar manor as Jesse; sans the weapons. Ethan
doubted there were that many places you could get a proper sword.
And if he understood Jesse correctly, all Shadow Knights' weapons
were made of titanium. 
       
       "We were just about to go get some pizza for supper. You
wanna come or do you wanna lie in bed all day?" Tosh added. A
twinkle was in her eyes, but Ethan couldn't see it because she
was wearing a pair of round mirror-plated shades just like his.
In fact, they probably were his. That brand was hard to find.
Joanna ordered from a catalogue because he liked them. They were
lightweight and durable.
       
       "When have I ever turned down pizza?" The question was
rhetorical. He slipped out of bed and both Tosh and Jesse blushed
deep red. Hehe. Paybacks are a bitch. He thought. The only thing
Kasey did was smile big, though. She had already slept with him,
so there really was nothing to be embarrassed about when it came
to that.
       
       It only took Ethan about seven minutes to put all his gear
on and they were out the door. In the car, Ethan listened to the
girls chat as he drove. He was glad that he left Kasey's
personality intact. She and Tosh had many things in common; and
she was a Cowboys fan, as was he, even if they were losing this
year. His way of thinking was that you should stick with your
team through the good and the bad though. That's why there were
Cubs fans in the world.
       
       On the way to the pizza parlor, Kasey couldn't quit
telling Ethan how happy she was that he had decided to take her
in and all. She didn't have to explain what her home life had
been like, he already knew that when they met. He did send mental
messages to Tosh of what it was like though, which pissed her off
to no end. She calmed down a little though when Jesse told her
what her punishment for them was. 
       
       Kasey's parents would take turns whipping each other with
a strap, just like what they did with Kasey. They would each get
twenty lashes a day. Tosh had to laugh aloud at that. It was
fitting, but she would have done worse. 
       
       The one thing that Tosh didn't like was when Jesse told
her that she would not train her without Ethan's permission.
Ethan was holding off on the idea. The boy didn't exactly relish
having Jesse train his sister to be able to kill. It wasn't on
the top of the list of his things to do.
       
       It was when they pulled into the parking lot of the pizza
place that the shit hit the fan. They pulled in between two
vehicles in the parking lot and as soon as that happened; a black
van cut in behind them, effectively blocking them in.
       
       "Shit. Ethan, stay in the car." Jesse told him. Then Ethan
felt something odd. It was almost as if he could feel energy
rolling off Jesse. He had no idea that she had just bound herself
with her Kinetics.
       
       Of course, none of the people in the car listened and they
all got out. They got out of the car just in time to see the van
door slide open and four figures get out. They were dressed in
solid black leather trench coats and Ethan could barely make out
the symbol of a blue dragon on each of their shoulders. But he
was very quick to notice the swords on their back.
       
       They were all blonde headed and Ethan was wondering if all
Shadow Knights had to be blonde. The apparent leader stepped
forward. He looked no older seventeen.  When he spoke, it was a
voice of pure confidence. "Well, if it isn't the infamous Jesse
Budroux." He stated with a smile that never reached his eyes.
"You know I'm going to get that promotion when I bring in your
traitorous head."
       
       Jesse pulled her sword in one fluid motion. So did Ethan,
only he was very uncertain about his skill; with just cause. "I
think you'll find that my head doesn't come off that easily." 
       
       Ethan watched what happened next with a somewhat of an
awed expression. Two of the four Shadow Knights they were
facing... Their heads just seemed to tip back and fall off. Jesse
didn't do it, for she was still standing beside him. But then he
looked about five feet to the right. 
       
       There was a girl standing there, holding a sword that was
dripping with blood, shoulder length. Her pale blonde hair fell
over her mirror-plated shades and she had a braid that went from
the side of her head and fell all the way to the middle of her
chest. She was wearing a plain black leather jacket that had four
gold stars on the right sleeve.  "You boy's look like you're a
long way from New Mexico." Her voice sounded amused, even though
she just killed two people. "And you are definitely fuckin' with
the wrong person's sister." This was said with more than a little
edge to her voice.
       
       Ethan could feel the power coming of this new comer. It
was even stronger than what he felt with Jesse. Her shades were
lowered, only slightly, making it so he got a good look at her
eyes. Her eyes looked calculative, cunning and cold as she looked
at the two remaining Knights.
       
       Jesse, Ethan, Tosh and Kasey watched with mixed emotions
as the color drained from the two remaining Knights' face. "This
is no concern of yours, Blade Runner," The biggest one of the two
got up the gumption to say.
       
       "But it is mine!" Jesse said and waded into battle.
       
       Ethan never had seen anything like it. He would have at
least tried to help, but it was over before he could do anything.
Jesse moved faster than he could see. All he saw was the sparks
and blur of the two swords as they collided. She killed the first
in mere seconds. He was so riveted by watching her fight that he
didn't even notice that the other girl, that killed the first
two, killed the third also.
       
       In the end there were four headless corpses lying at their
feet.
       
       The girl with the pale hair dropped to a knee in front of
Jesse.  "Mistress, your brother sends his regards." She said in a
soft voice. She wasn't even out of breath.
       
       "Jeez, Kait, get up. You know how I hate formalities,"
When the girl finally stood up, Jesse looked at her friends.
"Meet Kait Munroe, the best Blade Runner in the western
hemisphere." 
       
       Kait blushed deeply at the compliment and looked annoyed
that she would blush in front of people. She pushed up her
shades, wiped her blade clean with a rag she pulled out of her
pocket, and then sheathed her sword. Kait then proceeded to slam
a fist over where her heart would be, she also brought her heals
together. "It is good to meet you."
       
       <'Follow suit, it's how we great fellow Knights.'> Jesse
sent mentally to Tosh and Ethan. 
       
       Ethan and Tosh both followed suit, slamming their fists
over their heart and bowing their head. "It's good to meet you
too Kait, and at a fortunate time I might add."
       
       Tosh just nodded her agreement. And then there was a
moment of silence.
       
       But Jesse soon broke that. "I thought my brother was
sending three Knights, Kait?" She asked quizzically.
       
       "We were ambushed halfway here. I lost two of my men, my
Mistr-I mean Jesse." She stated, catching herself before she
finished the formality. "It was blind luck that I found you. I
was doing random scans of this whole area. There are more here
looking for you. If you would care for my advice, I think we
should make for The Cabin now."
       
       Jesse nodded her agreement. Then she looked at Tosh. She
was looking confused and a little pale, staring down at the dead
bodies. "Why did you have to cut their heads off?"
       
       Kait looked at Jesse and Jesse shook head no to the silent
question of either of them having been trained. "We tend to
regenerate very quickly. Basically, decapitation is the only 100%
way we know that will kill us." Kait explained slowly. She
remembered her first sight of a fight like this. Kait wanted to
go easy on the girl. Besides, she was cuter than all get out. She
thought a little saucily. 
       
       Jesse took note of the fact that Kait wasn't exactly
showing the respect to Ethan that she thought she should. So, she
thought that she should get something out of the way right then
and there. "Hey, Kait, can I show you something before we leave?"

       
       "Of course," The Knight simply responded.
       
       Jesse carefully walked over to Ethan and stood right front
of him. "Just trust me." She murmured and began to unbutton his
shirt. When it was half way unbuttoned, she turned towards Kait.
"Would you mind telling me what you think about this?"
       
       Kait had to admit, she did not believe in the legend that
the Son of Dakrin would come and unite all the righteous Shadow
Knights, but what she saw in the next few seconds changed her
beliefs in an instant. Because Shadow Knights had excellent night
vision, Kait saw the symbol clearly.
       
       The Red Dragon. The Symbol of Dakrin. Kait knew the
prophecy by heart, as did most Knights.
       
       She paled a little, but then her jaw set and she dropped
to one knee, pulling her sword in one fluid motion and laying it
before her new lord. "My soul, skill and sword are yours, my
Lord." She stated in a shaky voice. How could I have shown him
such dishonor? She thought wildly. 
       
       <'Tell her that you accept and to rise . . .  It's time to
start acting like a leader, Ethan.'> Jesse's mental voice was
gentle and loving.
       
       "I accept and you may rise," He told the Blade Runner.
"You will be a true asset to the cause, Kait." Ethan predicted
aloud.
       
       Kait thought that if she smiled any harder that her face
would split as she stood up. "My Lord, I believe that we should
leave this place, unless you want to rearrange some people's
thoughts when they come out."
       
       "Yeah, we should get the hell out of dodge. I think that
we should take the van that these guys had, since we have another
person along for the ride." He added, giving Kait a smile.
       
       "I'm not going to argue with that." Jesse stated and
started for the van.
       
       
                          
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