A Whateley Academy Adventure

All Hallows' Ball

by

E. E. Nalley

Prologue

October 30th, 2007
A Forgotten Lab, Whateley Academy Tunnel System

Nimbus sat back and stretched as he over looked his handiwork. It had not been easy to find a way for a mechanical device to pull an avatar spirit from a host in a manner that sorcery could use. It was the fruit of decades of hard work, but now it was finally ready for testing. Soon, so very soon, it would be time, time for all the masks to fall away and put away all pretense. Then, the real work could begin.

He turned and looked at the young woman on the other side of the device, frowning at the subject table and its restraints.

This, of course, was merely a prototype for testing. Once refined, he would have no need of tables and restraints, after all, the entire purpose of the device was to speed up his collection of spirits, not slow it down. The girl was a college student with a particularly weak avatar spirit his rented henchmen from The Syndicate had kidnapped for him.

A few drops of his special concoction into her drink he had provided had rendered her compliant enough to bring back here to his laboratory under the school. Now, combined with sorcery he could torment her mind, knowing that the thrall spell held her absolutely obedient, even as her mind would lurch and scream in horror, completely helpless.

He had abused her for weeks, in every way a man could abuse a woman; breaking her spirit had only added to the pleasures of defiling her. He smiled, watching her eat the meager meal he had brought her, processed chemicals masquerading as food for these mutants and no one thought twice about why someone would buy food and take it to a lab.

No one ever considered someone might have a hostage down here.

A Whateley Academy 2nd Generation Tale

Khali In Mourning

by

E. E. Nalley

With a wink to Bek!

There'll come a day
And youth will pass away
What, what will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They'll say "just a gigolo", as
Life goes on without me
Louis Prima, Just a Gigolo

October 10th, 2016
Mental Health Offices, Doyle Medical Center

People have always underestimated me.

My whole life I have been looked at, evaluated, and never once given my due. My father thought I was a surrogate penis he could re-live his glory days through, my mom thought I was dangerous, still her son, but dangerous, maybe too dangerous to be out in public with 'normal' people. She never said so, but when you know what fear smells like, you can't ever not smell it.

It doesn't matter how much perfume my mother wears, I know she is afraid of me.

A Whateley Academy Story

Mischief 3: The Remedy for Mischief

By Morpheus

Manhattan NY, Saturday morning, Nov 23rd, 2007

“This looks awesome,” Melissa exclaimed as she looked over the breakfast table and all the food that was set out on it.

There were crepes with strawberries and whipped cream, which Melissa absolutely loved. Of course, there was also scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage, not to mention the sliced cantaloupe or the blueberries. Of course, there was way more food than she could ever eat, but that wasn’t the point. Melissa was home for the Thanksgiving weekend, and her dad was taking advantage of the opportunity to show off a little.

“It looks good, Ryan,” Aunt Brandy said from the side.

Melissa looked to her aunt, who was dressed all casually. She was wearing a T shirt with Nirvana written across the front. Melissa knew that this was one of those super old bands, like Mozart or the Beetles, which were around way before she was born.

“Is Imp gonna have breakfast with us?” Melissa asked, looking towards the door expectantly.

A Whateley Academy Tale

Tears And Fears

By

E.E. Nalley and ElrodW

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living ev'ry day...

Frank Sinatra, Both Sides, Now

Part One

August 4^th, 2009
The Hilton Orbital Hotel And Casino

The Native American girl, cocooned in a bulky space suit, rested in the acceleration couch in the open-framed, efficient space cutter, her eyes half-closed, her last conversation with her cohorts playing through her mind. "We'll join you in a few days," the gorgeous blond had said reassuringly at the airlock of the small command ship orbiting the Earth, "as soon as we finish up this last exercise." Except for the clear helmets, and various color markings in the pressure suits, it would have been impossible to tell Tansy from the other girl, Lanie, inside the small, cramped spaceship. For that matter, it would have been difficult to pick out Lord Paramount in his P-suit had it not been for the gold and red Wallachia coat-of-arms on his shoulders and his chest pack.

"Just one more exercise," Lord Paramount promised the girls. "And Shaman," he turned toward Kayda, even though the suit radios made such a gesture made it irrelevant, "please convey my apologies to your parents for keeping you a few days longer than expected."

"I appreciate you intervening with Dr. Diabolik to even get the time," Kayda replied to the ruler of Wallachia. "Lucky for me you came up to observe."