Title: Two Worlds

Author: Lyndaura

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em…… well I do, but shh! Don't tell!
Spoilers: TWT?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: None
Archive: Ask and you shall receive
Warnings: VIOLENCE, lots and lots of violence. The whole chapter is violence)
C&C: All welcome, especially constructive criticism, though any attempt to further inflate my ego will be graciously accepted J
Authors Notes: Okay, I got my first fan mail! YEAH! I am so happy it's not funny. She has now become my official best friend. Poor Pyro George is jealous. Watch out teddy bears! Here comes Pyro George! Okay…… well back to normal stuff. Um…… this was meant to be back into the wordiness
style, but I decided that I would write this one normal, and then the next one will be like the first. I don't know. I'm trying to find a happy medium between the two styles. Don't hurt me ! Hee hee. Okay I'm trying to be normal. Look Mom, I'm a living dictionary! That's not working. Oh well…… back to my extra large FRENCH VANILLA CAPPUCCINOS and JOLT! Caffeine rocks by the way and Mountain Dew has more caffeine than Jolt. That's scary. BRING ON THE MOUNTAIN DEW! Okay, I'm scaring myself. Back to the story before I get all freaky.

Duo: Too late.
Lyndaura: Shut up or I'll set Pyro George loose on your hair.
Duo: MEEP!
Lyndaura: Yeah, that's right…….

Part 3: The Demon

"My name is King Dirk Lowe. My father, former King Odin Lowe, is dead."

"King Lowe is dead?" the shock hit Katara brutally.

"I am now in rule, and I have a command of you," King Dirk spoke with pride and confidence suited for the role of a king.

"What happened to him?" Katara tried to calm herself but found tears edging at her eyes.

"He had…… an accident," King Dirk laughed maliciously.

"You killed him. You bastard!" Katara charged at the King, but was halted by the presence of ever increasing guards.

"Careful of your words m'lady, it is an offence to treat the King with such lack of dignity," Dirk warned viciously while still retaining manner.

"Its also an offence to kill a King," Katara shot back.

"I do believe you are upset, perhaps you would like to lie down in one of my rooms, and we can discuss this over dinner."

"Shut up you asshole, you killed my friend and I will get my revenge!" Katara spat at the King violently.

"Such insolence. How do you expect to do that m'lady?" the King sat smugly at his seat while guards protected their new master with their very lives. Little did the loyal ones know that that very characteristic would be needed very soon. This was going to be a harsh and violent rule, but the military protectors had no idea what the king was planning.

Katara bit her tongue harshly and found the metallic, salty taste of blood rejuvenating. She was not going to grieve for her friend now, there would be plenty of time for that in private. Right now she needed to insure the safety of the kingdom, and the vengeance of her beloved.

Katara gripped her staff purposefully and turned to Luke, he needed to be aware of the coming events. The pilots stood unaware of the danger and chaos that would follow in the next moments.

"Katara," Luke grasped his own staff preparing for battle, but kept control over the power surging through him. Control was difficult with the mixture of rage, adrenaline, and magical energy that raced in his veins, but he knew that it was the only thing that he could do. He had to prevent what she was about to do, she would get herself and others killed if she wasn't in a perfect state of mind. There would be no end to the onslaught that would follow if she did not contain her emotions.

"Luke, I must," she could feel the dragon of pain and hatred roaring in her once again. The fear that ran in her was surpassing any ever felt. Terror was seizing her, but the beast in her, dormant for so long, was clawing to get out.

"Control Katara," Luke ordered.

"It's too late," Katara swallowed the scream welling in her throat. She was confused as to if the scream was a scream of anger, sadness, or fear. All she knew was that she was about to lose control and everyone would be hurt.

"Do you want me to stay?" Luke's question hit Katara off guard.

"What?" Katara knew that if Luke were to stay that he would be risking his life, but she also knew that if something went wrong and he was not there, she would die.

"Do you want me to stay? Katara, I know what is happening, and if something happens……" Luke whispered harshly under his breath. Katara knew that he would stay whether she wanted him to or not. He loved her so much. Katara was shaking visually and couldn't clamp down the demon that was awakened any longer.

"Luke……" Katara could say no more before the creature emerged.

"Whatever happens, stay behind me," Luke ordered the pilots. Though they knew that the two strangers were not enemies, and they were far from friends, trust was a major issue. Finally they relented and took refuge behind Luke's more than broad shoulders.

Luke mumbled a few words to himself and Quatre could feel a cool breeze sweep over him. He felt the power flowing through him. He was sensitive to many supernatural things in his own dimension, and now, he was beginning to sense the powers that were contained in Luke and Katara. He could feel the omnipresence everywhere now. Some areas were of higher concentration than others, but he could generally detect that Luke and Katara were overflowing with the energy.

Something was wrong. Luke was a steady flow of energy, slightly increasing as he continued to mumble the few words, but Katara wasn't constant. She throbbed with the force, dying out, and then overwhelmed with the shear amount of it. She was fighting the power, but it kept coming over and over, drowning her. The magnitude of her strength was increasing exponentially and she was drawing closer to over loading at a rapid pace.

Visually she was in pain and hunched over the on the floor. A few guards ventured toward her curiously, but kept their distance. As he had learned, sorceresses were feared and not taken to kindly. Quatre's heart went out to the girl.

"What game is this woman?" the King sneered aggressively.

"Quiet love. She does not look well, take her away, I'm frightened!" the queen spoke for once and held strong to her husband's hand.

"You need not be afraid my beauty, she will be dealt with. But first, she must learn to obey and show me respect," the King assured vainly.

Katara finally stopped struggling. She merely collapsed onto the stone floor and panted unconsciously. Luke took a stride back and the pilots were forced to follow. Luke raised his staff slightly and Quatre felt the energy wash over him like the ocean's tide. Though the action was calming, his nerves were unsettled. It seemed like a spell of some kind, not just a simple use of energy, but there was a residual effect even after the power ceased to flow from Luke.

Trowa placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder. Quatre looked up innocently.

"What's wrong little one?" Trowa asked serenely.

"Something is happening and I'm worried. Someone is going to get hurt," Quatre, sighed. He didn't know how right he was, but there was no use trying to deceive the tall Latino.

"We can't do anything," Trowa let his head sink for a moment and then raised it to view the occurrences in the royal hall.

"I know, I just wish I could," Quatre admitted softly and watched as Katara slowly got up, physically different. The energy around her was so strong that the exact amount was indecipherable. If there was a maximum amount of energy that someone could handle, it was obvious that the limit had been exceeded a long time ago.

Katara's eyes were blood shot and glowed an eerie red. Her hair was paling and her skin lost all pigmentation. A ghostly shell was left where a vibrant being once presided.

"You must die!" Katara raised her staff and the energy radiating from her were focused into the small crystal perched a top the rod. Katara's chest heaved in and out repeatedly, faster and faster as more energy was drawn through her.

"That sounds like a threat my dear," the King scoffed, "Guards! Take this disrespectful woman and her toy away from me."

A hoard of guards soon surrounded Katara. Luke intensified the shield that he had put over the small group. Quatre had long since fainted at the insurmountable amount of energy from her. Luke had watched in mild interest as Trowa had assisted him, but focused his attention to the problem at hand.

Katara.

"Why did Quatre faint?" Wufei got straight to the question plaguing the minds of all who noticed.

"He can sense it," Trowa answered quietly.

"The energy," Heero whispered to himself.

"You mean Quatre fainted 'cause the energy?" Duo cocked a confused eyebrow.

"Something is happening with Katara," Heero looked up and saw the guards crowding around the girl.

Katara smiled evilly. Katara was no longer resident in the hollow body that was before the protectors now. Pointed teeth revealed a crimson stained, forked tongue and bloodthirsty lips.

"She don't look right……" one of the guards wisely backed off slightly.

"Witch!" one of the guards yelled and stepped back off.

"She's processed by a ghost!" one of the other ones screamed, all too close to the truth.

"An important word of advice," Katara hissed through forked tongue, "If you think someone may kill you, you don't call them names."

Katara leaped high into the air, legs tucked under, body crunched together. She came down right onto one of the soldier's head. A deafening snap described the sight of his flatten head engraved into his
shoulders.

"Who wants to play?" she laughed manically and stepped off the heap of dead limbs.

The soldiers scattered slightly, but stood in general ranks. Katara, or whoever was invading her body laughed again at the reaction and continued her 'fun'.

Katara spotted a soldier trying to open a back door to escape her wrath, but as soon as he was half way through, Katara grinned, and with a slight glow of her staff, a squish, then a crack indicated his demise in the doorway. Katara took a deep breath and all the guards were levitated and hung in the air. All of them displaying signs of absolute panic.

Katara brought her hands together and pressed them into each other. Duo idly thought that the position reminded him of someone praying. However, the demon that was taking all too much joy in the act of slaughtering the faithful soldiers was not thinking anything close to that of Duo.

Katara suddenly swung her arms open and away from her, so her body formed a perfect 't'. Half the soldiers in the air were thrown across the room and splattered across the walls. Blood ricocheted off the wall and coated the onlookers, save Luke and his companions under the shield, and the King who watched over impassively.

Wufei watched with some amazement as the blood that rebounded off the walls came toward them, it was merely stopped dead in the air and fell to the ground. It seemed to be as if a brick wall was there protected them. Wufei then understood Luke's actions and silently thanked him.

Katara took a cleansing breath and admired her artwork of limbs embedded in the stone, and corpses littering the floor.

"Whose next?" she picked a soldier at random and with the flick of the wrist and with a quick flash of luminance from her crystal, a young man filled with terror was brought in front of her.

Katara bit her lip hungrily as the man's arms were twisted backwards at an excruciating angle and then folded in on it self. As the wrist was broken and palm lay flatly on his forearm, a second crack filled the
room and the front of the forearm was snapped and his backhand now lay on the soft skin of his under elbow. Katara continually folded his arm over and over again, relishing in his screams of anguish.

Katara was relentless as she proceeded to the next arm and then watched in dismay as he finally fell into the relief of unconsciousness.

Katara shrugged and tilted her head to the side and his arm was ripped off. Floating in mid air, the arm hung loose, spilled levitated blood to every corner of the room. The unfortunate boy was jolted back to reality and cried out with what little voice he had left.

"Is that all?" Katara pouted in a whiny voice, "Come on, I want to hear you SCREAM!" she finished in a hungry voice. She had been denied this for too long.

She ripped his other arm off but was still not satisfied with the resulting cry. He was losing blood quickly and would not survive much longer.

"You can do better than that! Do I have to beg?" She walked closer to him, the blood impacting her dress made no discoloration.

"Please, for the love of the King, let me die!" the boy pleaded spilling unbidden tears.

"For love of the King? What King? All I see is a murderer!" an unsuspecting guard exploding as punctuation on the final word. A fragment of his brain landed on Katara's shoulders and she licked it
off. After a moment of chewing she swallowed and smiled. "Tastes good, you want some?" she offered some of the brain to the soldier and he vomited.

"Dirk, please, stop her, I'm scared!" the Queen finally found her voice and begged the slowly angering King.

"You call me a murderer, when you are butchering my men!" he shouted back at her. Luke mentally made note to his pride and mouthy-ness.

"The best form of flattery is imitation my Lord," Katara ripped off the man's shirt. "Scream for me, and I'll let you die, see I'm begging." Katara sank down to her knees so she was level with the man's abdomen.

The man cried out and let out the most blood-curdling shriek he could muster. Katara drank in the sweet sound.

"That's right my sweet," she leaned her face against his stomach and then when he stopped she looked at him with demonic eyes. "More," she begged. Slowly she dragged her fingernails over his stomach and tore open the flesh to induce more of the desired effect.

More tormented shouts filled the room and rang out into the streets. Katara lapped up the blood and smiled as he whimpered softly.

"What did you say my dear?" she stroked his hair as she slowly stood.

"I screamed, now please let me DIE!" the man resorted to more tears to get his point across, but the merciless Katara only licked at them softly. It was cruel that such a viscous creature could be so gentle on will. But recognizing the lifeblood pouring out around the room, Katara whispered a few last words into his ear.

"Goodbye my sweet," she kissed his lips softly, teasing them with her tongue, but he allowed no admittance. She then drove her hand into his stomach, and as it emerged on the other side of him, he screamed one last time and she let him die easily.

Katara scanned the room and found more victims. She walked toward the ever-floating men and walked past a few and found a strong, broad shouldered man. She smiled at him and saw his eyes grow wide with fear and panic. She stared at them intently, engraving the image in her mind and reached to pull him closer. She was calm for a moment and then lunged at his throat with her teeth.

A moment later her efforts were rewarded by a bloody jugular and partial windpipe. She spat the flesh at the Queen, receiving a horrified shriek of disgust as it landed promptly on her lap.

"Happy my Queen? Or would you like the heart as well?" Katara drove her hand into the man's chest earning another scream from the Queen and a limp corpse as Katara pulled out a beating, throbbing organ. Katara smeared the blood from the heart on her face and smelled the enticing stench of death. The bloodied face let another smile curve on her lips and then threw the heart at the Queen to have it hit her face, splattering over her gown.

"My mother always taught me to share," Katara joked and skewered another guard on her staff and tossed him across the room.




There were only a few guards left, most of them fainted from the pure fear and shock of seeing their comrades, friends, and in some cases family, suffer such a cruel fate as to die at the hand of that monster. Other nobles had died at the hand of the monster that morning. No onlooker was left alive. Their scorched and impaled bodies scattered across the room. Dismembered men and women littered the walls and floors, faces telling of pure agony, and corpses telling of insurmountable agony. Katara could be creative in killing when she wanted to.

"This is getting boring," Katara yawned, as one of the guards was turned inside out, revealing flesh and bones to the world. His screams cut short by his current state, but when he voice was silenced, it had no effect on the pained and horrified expressions of the spectators around him, awaiting a similar fate.

"I think I need some new toys, these ones are getting old," one of the guard's skin melted off while he made quite a scene trying to keep it on.

"Got any ideas my Lord?" Katara dug out the eye of one of the last guards and popped it in her mouth. She swished around for a moment, and then spat it out. It flew across the room at such a velocity that it
created a perfect hole through the stonewall of the hall.

"What do you say dear King?" Katara asked as she entered the mind of the guard and forced him to decapitate himself with his own sword. A simple and relatively painless death compared to the other deaths that some of his companions had been subjected to over the past two hours.

Luke was suffering. He was wise to cast a spell instead of trying to protect them with a steady use of energy. It had been a long and gruesome two hours and the sight of so much blood and death was almost over whelming for even Heero. Luke was thankful that Quatre was unconscious. If he were to be awake, he would be suffering as much as he at that time.

The sight of Katara being controlled by that evil beast was almost too much. He had hoped to never see that part of her again. She would have a hard time to suppress the demon again. He knew that she was still struggling to get it under control at that moment. She was still not successful after two hours. Things were not looking good.

Luke felt the pain in his heart as the stress was finally tearing him apart literally. If Quatre were awake, he would see that Luke was harnessing all the energy he could muster to try to keep the creature from using the full potential of her energy, and to try to strengthen Katara to fight back, but the beast was still in full control. It was talking to the King instead of just killing him. That meant one of two things, that the demon was either being stopped by another force that Luke was not detecting, or that the beast was storing up energy for a powerful attack.

Katara licked a bit of spleen off of her crystal and smiled. It tasted so good to her.

"A little bland, but easily remedied. Would you like to try some Dirky boy?" Katara approached the throne.

"I'm scared," the Queen's knuckles were turning white from the grip that she processed on the King's hand. It was cutting off any circulation to his fingers, but he decided best not to tell her that.

"You better be," Katara snapped and felt the power filing her veins. "You know what?"

"I won't play your games Katara," the King addressed her sternly.

"You think this is a game?" she retorted maliciously.

"You act as though it is," he shot back.

"Oh slip into something more comfortable," Katara began. The ground beneath them began to tremble. "Like a coma!"

The walls of the room began to crumble and the ceiling started to fall in giant pieces. Fragments of bodies littered the crumbled wreckage, yet no rocks fell near the King or his wife.

"Another shield," Luke's softly spoken words fell on no other ears but his own.

Parts of the ceiling crumbled and fell directly on top of the group of pilots and Luke, but were deflected by the barrier, but Luke could tell that it wasn't going to hold. He would have to recast the spell. He
wished that he could both try to control Katara and recast the spell, but both required his full attention and energy.

Luke took a deep breath and began recasting the spell. The demon immediately felt liberated and put the new freedom to use as she began to focus all energy into the task at hand.

"Earthquake!" the Queen shouted as the floor beneath the two thrones split and revealed an endless pit of dark abyss.

"Terra!" The King shouted angrily. Emerging from behind the King's chair Terra stood proud. "Do something!"

"You are going to be fine m'Lord," the pilots stared in disbelief as their old 'friend' raised the King off of his seat and kept him in the air. She was wearing a suit in similar design to Katara's, and she was
surprisingly passive as the Queen screamed and fell into the black pit opened in the floor.

"Catherine!" he screamed after her. His face showed pain and sadness as grief washed over him. "Why didn't you save her?"

"It wasn't necessary," Terra, confirmed his suspicions.

"I will kill you!" the King yelled at her. She merely scoffed at the idea.

"Go ahead and try," she rolled her eyes. This was definitely the same Terra that had shot her guard earlier yesterday. It had only been a few hours ago, but to the pilots, it seemed like an eternity.

Soon the floor underneath the pilots and Luke was beginning to crack open.

"Brace yourselves!" Luke warned and the pilots felt themselves float off the ground. Quatre stirred for a moment, and then found himself no longer laying on the non-existent ground, but suspended in the bloody air.

Quatre felt the aching in his chest that Luke was feeling. He wasn't harnessing the same energy that Luke was, but he could feel everything that was being felt by Luke, and 'Katara'. He didn't understand at first, but after a moment, he realized that the immense energy surrounding him was intensifying his 'heart of the universe'. Even in a different dimension, he still had the ability to feel the things of all
close to him. The energy being used by Katara and Luke were of such great magnitude that he was joined with them on a higher level.

"You going to be okay Quatre?" Luke looked into his dilated eyes and knew that he was going to pass out soon. "Trowa, take him."

Trowa obliged and Luke refocused his attention on the demon. Now that the earthquake had finally resided and the demon was drained somewhat, Luke took the advantage and used whatever energy he had left and focused it on strengthening the good Katara. Luke could feel the battle raging in the body.

The demon cried in pain as the internal war ripped her apart. She tried to figure out where all the other energy was coming from. She was much stronger than the other girl, why was she having so much trouble fighting the weakling? Katara whipped around and stared at Luke.

"You," she hissed the words accusingly, but Luke stood strong and held fast.

Katara inched toward him, still reeling in pain, but quite persistent. "I'll kill you. But first, I want to see you……" Katara was stopped as she held her head in pain, and then shook her head and continued, "I want to see you suffer!"

Luke swallowed his fear and intensified the shield, then quickly clamped down the demon with his energy. He tried with all his might to help the real Katara gain control again, relying on power that he didn't know he possessed.

The demon dropped to the ground with a cry and then doubled over in torment. Luke used one last burst of energy and the demon had to forfeit control. The demon finally mouthed one last word before the true Katara gained control.

"Heero."

Finally the demon was silenced and an exhausted Katara emerged. Power flowing through her and enveloping her body died down and whatever power was left was used to change Katara back to her regular form.

As the colour returned to her face, and her teeth seemed to grow back into their normal shape, her tongue fused together to become normal again. Her body lay limp on the last remnants of floor. Luke lowered the pilots down to the ground gently and approached Katara.

"Are you okay Katara?" he stroked her face gently.

"Hmm," Katara moaned as she struggled to open her eyes.

"Sleep for now," he placed a gentle kiss on her blood soaked face.

"No," Terra's voice presided dominantly over the two.

"What do YOU want?" Luke hissed protectively.

"You have a mission," she stepped down from the ruins of the throne and approached them.

"What?" Luke snapped back, cradling Katara in his arms.

"Before Katara had her little escapade, the King was going to say that he had a command for you two. The King has come into possession of two of the three mystic stones needed to join the two worlds. Your mission is to get the third stone and bring it back so the merger of the two worlds can commence," Terra placed her hands on her hips as she towered over the duo.

"What? You can't merge the two worlds! You have no idea of the consequences of your actions!" Luke warned in a rather loud manner.

"It is not your position to dictate what is best for the population. It is both the King's decision, and my father's, to join the dimensions. As loyal and faithful servants to my father and the King, you are to obey these commands and accept the mission. Do you accept?" Terra stared them down sternly. If they accepted, it could mean the end of the world, but if they declined, they would be most certainly killed on the spot.

"Katara?" Luke looked into her half-open eyes.

"You know my answer," Katara closed her eyes fully and tried to rest her aching body.

"Mission denied."

~End Part 3 -- The Demon~

Author's Tidbits: Well, gory enough for you? I didn't even get half way through what I thought I would get done! Ha! Anyways, you guys have been e-mailing me and I am so HAPPY! I got a request for Heero-torture. What do you guys think? I don't know if I can fit it in there, but I think that if I play with the plot enough I might be able to do it. Anyone else up for some Heero torture? Hee hee. Pyro George is insisting that someone burn something, but that is for a later date. Any other requests or suggestions are more than welcome! (Anyone who wants to adopt a green flying chibi monkey e-mail me! Comes with three Zippos and two mini lighters. And a LOT of burnt toast.) Don't know when I'll get around to part 4, but I hope to get it done in a week or two. Bye!

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