Reanimated: The Round Table Chronicles 1

A Race Against Chime

Dominic burst thru the door of Darrin Rynoxs room, who jumped shocking himself. Darrin created an alter ego of himself because he fears other vamps.

He's a geek, which is good considering geeks run the world.

“Darrin! Can you tune up Darrin 2?” commanded Dominic

“What like he's not mean already?” asked Darrin

Dominic pointed to the pod that contained the currently shutdown Darrin.

“Darrin your future king is on campus right now – BUT in order for him to obtain that goal he must defend himself!” explained Dominic

“So you want him to destroy my puppet?” asked Darrin

“Better the puppet then another student” replied Dominic

*

“Marshall wake up” whispered a voice

“Wha...” said Marshall as his double vision focused

Penelope stood over him a look of unconditional happiness

“what's wrong?” asked Marshall

“Nothing come on I want you to come to the shop” said Penelope

Marshall sat up and yawned. Somewhere in Edinburgh a church bell rang the hour.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong.

“Twelve AM” said Marshall's

Penelope remembered when Marshall did it when they were alive.

*

Meanwhile Miracle was reporting to Sir.

“Sir – He's developing far quicker the anticipated” she said

“He chuckled “Then we move on our plan more quickly” said Sir

“How soon?” sshe said

“I'll be in touch” he said “Oh and by the by I must thank you for the tip about the Dragonite's”

“Your -”

Beep, Beep, He hung up

“Welcome” she said leaning her head back

“Maybe you shouldn't do this” said a voice

Miracle looked around.

“You would say that” came another voice

“Who is that?” yelled Miracle

“Your guide” replied a sweet voice

“Yeah she tells you what to do right and I tell you how to be bad” said the other voice

“Why can't I see you?” she asked

“Did you ever think to LOOK DOWN!”

Miracle jumped as the voice yelled. When she looked down two fairy sized versions of Miracle sat in her hands. The Angel had on a pair of white jeans and a v-neck t-shirt her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. The Devil wore a leather bra with a leather skin tight jeans her hair was waved.

“Miracle...Why hurt him?” began the Angel “He's done nothing to you”

“Because she can” answered the Devil