Chapter Two

Two years earlier

Hocourt was in the wet and dank london sewer. In his right hand he held Cain's blade that killed his own brother Abel, which is known as the forbidden blade. In his left hand he held John Wilkes Booth's gun that killed Lincoln himself. He was in search for Darkness's weapon. Darkness told Hocourt with some of the energy he barely had. It shocked Hocourt and surprised him. He was in bed with this one girl named Veronica and then he heard the cracked  broken voice. Then he snuck out and went from Colorado all the way to London.           

While he was walking, he decided to listen to some music. He brought out his golden phone and put on a twenty-first century song called "sexy and I know it." He plugged his dove white tangly entwined earbuds in and put on his sunglasses and started dancing a little.                   

Then came a call. Hocourt stopped dancing and the song and checked who it was. The caller was Veronica, Hocourt sighed and accepted the call.                "Hello, love I'm in quite a hurry right now. We can do our body to body funness later." Hocourt said in his soothing british accent.

"I met you last night, Danny. Not even a whole entire day and then you just leave in the middle of the ni-" Hocourt hung up before she could say anything else. Danny was Hocourt's fake name just so he wouldn't get caught by anyone and his name was extremely powerful. He should know Darkness told him himself.                                Hocourt hung up because he saw a small mystrious dark package on the ground. He dropped his weapons and his phone and walked up to the package slowly. He was making sure there were no traps at all. Then before he knew it he was picking the most powerful object in the world… no of everything. Then he did his victory dance and started spinning around like a moron.                                        "Wow, this fight should go well," a voice said behind him. Hocourt stopped dancing and turned around slowly. Right behind him was a dashing beautiful woman. Her hair was as dark as night, her eyes were also as dark, the girl was so pale she looked albino (which she wasn't). She wore no makeup and she was covered in dirt and twigs, but she was still beautiful. Hocourt knew who she was, she was the one who started nature, who once made earth pangaea. She was mother earth.

"Well hello darling you look as dazzling as ever. Why don't we start with a little body to body funness." He was grinning like a maniac and picked up the forbidden blade. The mother just rolled her eyes. "I am not going that far with you, Hocourt," mother said. Hocourt grinned even more. "I was talking about wrestling." Then lunged.   

The mother brought her vine sword out and ran toward him as well. She swung her blade at Hocourt with superhuman strength that no one could dodge not even vampires, but Hocourt could. He dodged the strike before it could hit his neck and he kicked her in the chest. "Score!" Hocourt bellowed. The mother didn't fall down when he kicked her in the chest, she also had her vine sword in her hand still. She just laughed and lunged the sword at his chest, he simply just moved out of the way with amazing speed.

Then Hocourt swung the forbidden blade at her arm. Right before he could hit her there, her own sword blocked it. It was bone against vine, then Hocour used his strength to push mother away. She went a few feet back and then ran at him again, she was angry now. Her speed was faster than ever she slashed and used everything she got but Hocourt just dodged carelessly. That's when she decided she was going to use magic.                                            

Mother knew how dangerous magic was, even a slight wrong movement could get her killed. She knew that only the greeks and a very few others had the potential of using it. She was the mother of earth, but she rarely used magic, because most of the time she nearly died. But she knew this was the only way to kill Hocourt. What she really was afraid of was if Hocourt was better at magic than her. He probably was. But it was worth a try, she thought.

Suddenly she stopped and closed her eyes and concentrated on the spark, the very dark spark. Hocourt watched the mother carefully, he knew what she was trying to do and he knew how it would end, Hocourt walked back slowly tiptoeing so she wouldn't hear him. Then he was finally at his belongings. He picked up his gun and phone and then started running away as fast as he could. Hocourt knew what happens if you mess up magic, even the slightest wrong movement and you're gone. He already knew the mother was out of shape and there was no way she would get into the spark in time. He was running because if you lose the spark, it destroys anything inside a one mile radius. Hocourt did not want to get distinguished … again for someone being to desperate to fight him.    

While Hocourt was running as fast as he could (which inhumanly fast) the phone rang again. He didn't care who it was, he would check later. Then he heard the cracked broken voice in his head and noticed the voice was was angry. Hocourt, you were supposed to reason with her not destroy her completely, you gloat. That's it, give my weapon to one of  your brothers, maybe they'll have greater use. Hocourt shook his head. "You know what father you've never loved me because I was your final and weakest creation, but I could surprise you sometimes. Just like your first son, God did to you. I'm done with you and now that I hold your weapon I know what you can do with it and I'm not going to let you do it. I'm going to open the weapon to the one and I'm going to teach the chosen everything I can and then he or she will help me destroy you once and for all."

The voice was quiet for some time, Hocourt stopped running. He was already five miles away from the sewer. Finally, the boy says it. Well it looks like I gave my weapon to my new foe. You will regret your decision I am stronger than anything you have or ever will encounter. When I come back I will  kill you with a snap of my fingers. You will die my son with a horrible death. As for the weapon he or she, the chosen one will be opened by me. Oh and one more thing, Death is coming.                        Then Hocourt heard  a click in his head and he knew Darkness was done with talking to him. Suddenly the ground was shaking like crazy, Hocourt nearly fell back. Then the shaking stopped and it was done. He knew what it was, it was mother misusing magic. He smiled, at least something good happened today. Then he looked at the small black package. Hocourt reached inside his pocket and brought out spray paint, it was hot pink. He spray painted it so well that, it looked like the package was originally pink. Hocourt sighed and sat on the ground.Then he heard his phone again. He checked who it was. It was Veronica again. He sighed and answered the phone, the voice was not Veronica's.   

"Hello, Danny or should I say Hocourt," Hocourt knew who it was. It was his fourth older brother Fanum. "What are you doing, Fanum?" Hocourt asked cautiously. "Darkness told me you betrayed him, he gave me your address for the girl you were with last night." Even on the phone he could imagine his brother's sly grin.                 "Here I'll put her on, oh yeah… I forgot I just killed her." Fanum laughed like a maniac. "I will kill you brother and there is nothing you can do about it, all I have to do is weaken you first." Then he hung up.

Hocourt laid on the ground motionless and then he got back on his feet.  He would not give up, he would find the chosen one to Darkness's weapon and he will become the mentor and together they will destroy Darkness. The only problem was he had to search the entire world for the person and the wrong people who inject the weapon dies a gruesome death. But it was worth saving the world for… right?

Now

Hocourt traveled many places and with many places there were many deaths. Hocourt thought he saw something in some of the people, but he was wrong. He tried all kinds of people from race to gender, from christians to atheists and so on. His soonest one was at night at a drug alley. He decided to dress like a lunatic than look like the creeps. The person was a boy, a teenager. He had dark hair lamely combed back, his eyes were dark brown that they could be called black. He wore a blue hoodie and battered jeans, he was averagely pale and pretty tall and he was skinny. Hocourt felt something about the boy so he gave it to him for a great price.Then he followed him all the way home with his amazing speed. Then he waited. "Hopefully this one doesn't burn to death like the last ones," Hocourt muttered.