Appetite for Destruction

Chapter 9

"The wizards!" Bloom gasps.
"No, Bloom, those are obviously a goth boy band," Aisha says, rolling her eyes, drawing her, or rather Sky's, phantoblade out. "What do you guys want?!"
"We just want you to hand over that silver, now!" Ogron snarls.
"Uh you have to pay for your own silver.", the shopkeeper points out. He suddenly feels drowsy as Ogron lets a sleeping spell flow from the palm of his hand to the seller, putting him in an eternal slumber.
"Uh, rude much?" Stella comments. "Why do you guys need silver anyway?"

"Well ya know, Gantlos being a vampire and all and going crazy. I thought he'd do that sooner honestly..." Anagan comments.
"I guess stealing the Dragon Flame wasn't a smart move, Ogron..." Duman says.
"Wait...this whole thing was your idea?" Flora asks. Ogron smirks as his chest swells in pride. "Why yes. Every last bit of it," he swoons, "After discovering my henchman's vampiric powers, it only made sense to use them, especially on you who keep ruining our plans. And look at that, three members down, one of them bothering to show up for no good reason."
"Ogron this is dangerous! None of us knew Gantlos was a vampire and you're making him use his powers like that?" Bloom says. Ogron shakes his head, turning over to Anagan, "Actually, one of us knew."

Anagan starts stuttering; he was caught red handed. "Look, I-" he sighs, "Ok, fine, I knew for a while. Gantlos told me about it."
"How come he's a vampire?" Flora asks.
"Half-vampire, actually." Anagan corrects, "Before he was born, one of his parents got bitten by a vampire, but they found a cure. Unfortunately, it only nullified the vampirism and he inherited half of it as a result. It stayed dorment for a long time, but when the blood moon showed up 10 years ago, well, I figured it out, but he begged me not to tell anyone. Guess the cat's out of the bag now."
"Well, now he's gone crazy and it's your fault!" Aisha points out. Ogron slams his fist against the wall, "Well what do you expect?! Because of you setting the Earth Fairies free, we need more power! And if he's going to be such a useless mutt, then I may as well take full control of him!"
"That's horrible!" Flora huffs.
"Don't tell me what to do! That bastard was made that way. You know what they say, use the tools you have in possession. Now, hand over that silver!"

"Unfortunately you won't experience a fraction of Midas' touch, Ogron..."
Ogron gasps and looks behind him. His eyebrows furrow as he fixates on the blonde wizard's blood-red gaze and messier hair; he looked like more like a wild wolf than a dog. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Want to get cocky huh?", Ogron huffs, gritting his teeth. "You better stop this charade now, Gantlos, those powers are mine as much as you are!"
"Heh, you never change..." Gantlos smirks. "You want to drag us around when you're playing with fire. Of course he's too weak to understand..."
"Don't you dare speak to your leader that way!"
"Then DONT use me! This whole night you kept us in shackles because you're a coward!"
"Oh, so you want us to have a better chance at dying at those Earth Fairies, huh?!"

As they keep arguing, Stella swiftly teleports the silver away to Tecna. Gantlos starts chuckling. "Oh Ogron...you don't know how it feels to be used. How about we make things even...?"
The ghoul's palm glows. He starts summoning ripples of witchcraft which make Ogron feel distorted as it echoed an annoying ringing sound which made the others cover their ears. Gantlos directs a rippling beam to Ogron, Ogron briefly screaming before his body goes limp, his eyes glowing a pink shade of red. Once the spell stops the Winx, Anagan and Duman look in shock at Ogron. He turns around, his body swinging like a pendulum. He looked like a zombie, expressionless and numb.
"Ogron! What the fuck did you do?!" Duman barks.
"Oh don't worry, his conscience was shifted at the back of his mind. The very back..."

* * *

Ogron snapped his eyes open and looks around, everything around him was covered in a void. There was no floor, no ceiling, no walls, just a dark void. Only a giant pink screen layed before him. He looks at it and feels a chill down his spine. What was on the screen wasn't anything like he thought, it was his own perspective, looking down at the floor, his limbs limp, unmoving. Ogron rushes to the screen banging on it. "Gantlos! What games are you playing?!"
Silence. He could not be heard. There's a bit of movement before Ogron notices those pale talons around his shoulder and collarbone, Gantlos' voice echoing: "His conscience is shifted to the back, the very back. And now he'll listen to everything I say. Isn't that right?"
The screen shifts itself so Gantlos is in the picture, evilly smirking with his red eyes. It bops up and down in a nodding motion, in agreement.
"What?! No! I don't agree! I'll never listen to you, you dog!" Ogron snaps. He could feel his body shaking despite not feeling cold. He didn't want to acknowledge that feeling twisting inside of his guts. Horror. But not just horror, horror that Gantlos caused, the one he's suppose to have power over. Now he was the one shackled and put on a leash. His knees hit the floor, the palms of his hand follow suit. Ogron looks into the voided ground, eyes wide in shock. What was he to do?

* * *

"You better undo that spell or else!" Duman growls. Gantlos chuckles, asking him what exactly he'll do, which prompts Duman to transform into a wolf and lunge at him. Gantlos swiftly pulls up a magic barrier made of seismic waves as he squeezes the limp Ogron's shoulder, his claws digging into his skin.

Now take his essence!

Anagan notices him doing that as some faint magic swirls around the ghoul and the hypnotized leader. He gasps. "Uh- Duman-"
"What?!...oh no..."
Gantlos lets out a twist sickening laugh as he unearths his claws from Ogron's shoulder, gritting his teeth as he feels the power in his veins getting stronger. He looks at Anagan and Duman with bloodlust, pushing the shield forward so it crashes into Duman before shattering into a million pieces.

"Why are you attacking your own friends, Gantlos?" Flora says.
"They forced me into this, you personification of a dream girl!" Gantlos snaps. "We're fed up of listening to them and being a doormat."
"We? Wait I'm not in this."
"I'm talking about the non-vampiric Gantlos. I consider us separate entities...he's repressed me for too long and I can understand why, but if I'm forced out, then I'll drag all of you down with me! If you don't want things to get complicated just call me...hmm...Helsing? That's ironic..."
"Then stop hurting Ogron, Helsing!" Anagan snaps.
"Perhaps if you catch me..." Gantlos chuckles, he gestures Ogron to attack Duman and runs out of the shop.

"Ack!" Duman yelps as the hypnotised Ogron elbows his stomach, "Oi fairies help me out!"
"Why would we? You were going to take our raw metal," Stella huffs.
"It's that or kiss your powers goodbye!" Duman snaps back.
"Just for tonight, okay?", Flora tells Stella and Aisha.
"Ugh, fine. And you fight like a girl, let me handle this..." Aisha grunts. She swings her sword at Ogron, he staggers back, his body still swinging and his arms limp. Flora summons some vines to restrain him but Ogron dodges and breaks them. Duman notices Bloom and Stella make their way out of the shop to the direction Anagan and Gantlos went. He decides to follow them, making Aisha pissed. "Hey! Come back here you dog!"

Meanwhile, Anagan has his magic active, his legs burning with electricity as he keeps increasing his speed. But even so, Gantlos was somehow faster. How could he be faster than the Wizard of Speed?!
"Ugh, looks like I have to use my least favorite spell...", he huffs. He stops in his tracks and magic swirls around his body, the hem of his coat starting to float as he vanishes. Gantlos sees Anagan has teleported in front of him and stops running. Hazel eyes meet dark oak ones. "Using your brain for once?", Gantlos taunts.
"At least I have a fresh one. You've gone crazy!"
"You ALWAYS call me crazy!" Gantlos bites, "That punch in the stomach hurt a lot, and I made a good point! Ogron desevred that, you all played with vampiric hex and shall pay the price!"
"Grrr! Once I beat you to hell, I'm putting you in an asylum!" Anagan snaps. He rushes towards Gantlos and gives him a taste of a knuckle sandwich.  Gantlos grips his wrist, twisting it as Anagan yelps. The dark wizard holds his twisted bones in his other hand, falling to his knees as he whimpers. Gantlos' footsteps echo as he circles him. "If anyone crazy enough to punch a vampire and get away with it, it's you."

Do it. Break him.

Anagan senses a tidal wave of pain crash through his legs as he feels the heel of Gantlos' boot dig into his ankle. Both of his ankles. He screams. "DUMAN HELP!!!"
Duman stops in his tracks as he watches Anagan reach a hand out, Gantlos' claws dug into the back of his neck, sucking his magic out, Anagan's legs twitching in agony. Duman bares his teeth as Gantlos meets his eyes. "The hell is wrong with you?! You know we're all a team right?! First Ogron, now Anagan?!"
Gantlos stays silent.
"...Hello?! Answer me you psycho!"
He's quiet, immovable. Just starting at Duman who gets ready to fight him, focusing on the voice in his head.

Oh he's a good one. A prodigy in wild magic. We'll need him. Just go for the kill, get his magic, now!

Duman's eyes widen, realizing that he's locked in as his next target.