Adventures In Space And Time

Chapter Four

As I stood and stared at the man, my hands curled into fists and my lip raised in an angry snarl.

"Not your favorite uncle, eh?" Harry asked from behind me.

I flicked a glance back at him, he was leaning against a wall nonchalantly, as if this happened everyday.

"No, it isn't," I practically growled through clenched teeth. Now, you might be wondering why I was so angry at the sight of my uncle, and I'll just tell you that I wouldn't be... If I had any uncles. Also, I knew that the man in front of me was not some long lost brother of my father's who had just got himself out of the mental hospital where he had been for the past forty years or whatever, because I also knew that no Grimare in their mind would ever allow themselves to look like the Mordred of old. Actually, there is only one organization whose leaders look so much like him. The Mordeux. This meant that the man in front of me must be the Lord Mordeux of this century.

From behind me, Harry said, "Mr. Elias, you said you want to talk to your nephew in private, we have a back room you can use if you like."

At his words, a claw of fear seized my heart. This was Elias Mordeux?! That wasn't possible, Elias Mordeux had been dead for a hundred years, had been burning in Hell for over a century, doing his time for all of the people he had killed, all of my ancestors and forefathers he had slaughtered... At least that was what had been told. It was said that he was killed in the siege of the last great Mordeux stronghold in the year 1923, a hundred years this day, that he had been struck by the bullet of a sharp-eyed Lion sniper as Elias had stood on the balcony, gauging our fighting force. That I had always taken to be true but, now, now that I thought about it, I remembered a conversation I had had with my father long ago, back when I was still home schooled. I had asked my father where Elias had been hit, and my father started to become evasive, as if he knew something I shouldn't. He had avoided my question almost entirely, only saying that the body was never found. Now I could only guess that Elias hadn't really been killed.

I would have simply asked my father when I got back, but my father wasn't at home. Quite frankly, my father wasn't anywhere, unless you counted six feet under. The Mordeux got him five days after my tenth birthday. And made me watch.

Now, you understand why I took so much pleasure in imagining Elias' head blowing to smithereens as I followed him to the back room.

Normally, I would never have gone alone into a room with one of the Mordeux, but I guessed that it would have been easier on the Mordeux to simply kill me back in our world than to ship me off to the world of Harry Potter to do me in, so they must be planning something bigger. Plus, it's not like I was defenseless, I still had my sword, even if it was under a cloaking program.

When Harry had closed the door and we were alone, Elias Mordeux walked to a leather chair and sat down, motioning for me to do the same. Instead, I defied him, standing stiffly next to the chair he had specified.

Elias, who clearly expected this, went on with our "disscussion".

"You are more than likely wondering why you're here." ḧe said, like it was most definitely the thing I was wondering.

"I was actually wondering why and you are here," I muttered under my breath.

"That will be answered as well, provided you keep silent," he continued, and edge coming into his voice. I took the hint and shut up.

"Anyway, you are here because I sent you," he said, I nullified my earlier vow of silence and said "That much is obvious, I-"

Any further comments I would have made on the subject were erased when Elias shot to his feet and shouted, "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!"

Stunned speechless, I took a step backward, and then several more steps, until I practically fell into a chair across the room.

At this point, Elias did not even try to hide his hatred of me and his rage rose to the forefront, contorting his face into a scowl that would rival that of... Well, I don't know, a professional scowler? Anyway, he was not pretty. Any handsomeness he had sustained through his now obvious old age was gone. His hair I now saw was most definitely gray, his face was swarm of wrinkles.

His voice, however remained unchanged as he spat out, "Simon, as you well know, I really don't like working with, and I would honestly love simply killing you and passing this job on to one of my men." He strode to wall to the right side, and pretended to admire the tapestry that hung there. Then he turned back to me, an evil sneer that chilled me to the bone on his face and said, "Kill you like I killed your father." I don't really know what happened in the next several seconds, it's all just a blur of rage and pain, mostly pain. I only remember rising to my feet so fast my chair audibly slammed into wall and my hand flying to my sword hilt.

Elias didn't give me a chance to strike, though. He was at my side before I was even on my feet. With one hand, he wrenched my sword arm behind my back while, with his other, he set about jabbing me in every pressure point possible. In less than a minute, I was on the floor, gasping with pain and staring dully at Elias's sword, which he held at my throat.

"Are you ready to cooperate?" he spat. I somehow managed to nod through the pain and Elias finally got to the point.
"I have chosen you for a very important job, one that I wouldn't trust to my closest advisors, yet have trusted to you." Oh, lucky me, I thought but didn't say.

"You are most likely wondering what such a job would entail. Honestly, it's so simple, even you could understand. I need you to find something for me, really several somethings, which brings me to the reason you are here. These somethings can only be found in the worlds of the "fandoms" as you, they are normally a precious artifact that any who knows them would see, the precise artifact will be told to you when and only when you arrive at the world of that fandom, and only when you find the artifact will you be allowed to move on."

He stood and sheathed his sword. "Of course, there will be challenges, difficulties unique to each of the worlds. Speaking of-" he pulled out an antique pocket watch- "The first challenge approaches. I wish you luck." And, with those words, he disappeared. Just dissapeared, I blinked and he was gone. I didn't have time to dwell on this though because at that moment, Harry shouldered the door open, wand in hand and yelled, "The Death Eaters! They've found us!"

End of Chapter Four

Wow, I had now idea where I was going with this chapter, and it probably shows. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the part, and vote and comment if you do

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