The Man who tried to Kill Dante - THE END

[MisterM]

I didn't want to say it yet, but the above is not mine. Its from a song. But if you try to find out what song, you will ruin the story, so, don't. Sorry.

[MisterM]

Oh, please. The credit is the songwriters. Plus various song lyrics from a paticular band will be used throughout the story,. and i will give them full praise once the story is over....

[MisterM]

Prolouge

The lights go out and i am all alone.
All the trees outside are buried in the snow.
I spend my night dancing with my own shadow
and it holds me and never lets me go.

Sometimes, in your life, there is no better comfort to you, than your own mind. There are people in this world, strange as it may seem, who wish to do nothing but absorb information, and let it out in small bursts, greatly annoying all those around them. And so these people become secluded, locked away inside their own minds and keeping themselves to themselves as each day passes on. And it is my duty to tell you about one such man. His name, as you have most likely guessed, is Dante. He lived in the city, in one of the thirteen dreariest blocks, in a small, cramped, and rather dark office. There was a bed, a large bookshelf, and a typewriter, on which he constantly wrote his thoughts, before sending them of to be catalogued. Dante had lived his life like this for the past 7 years, with only the occasional disturbance, after which he would resume his normal routine of daily life.

One of the disturbances happened on the day our story starts.

Dante was busy typing down all the known ways of cooking rice, when there was a noise.

A small noise, he had not heard for a very long time.

It was tapping, on the door of his small office.

He ignored the Other person, whomever it was, and he or she would probably go away and leave him be.

But no. The person tapped again.

So Dante pulled himself of his chair and opened the door, only to see a man he had not seen for many years.

‘Issac?’

‘Dante. Its been a while.’


In The spring we made a boat, out of feathers and out of bones.
We set fire to our homes, walking barefoot in the snow.
Distant rhythm of the drums We drifted towards the storm
Baby lion, lost his teeth, and now they’re swimming in the sea


‘So what are you doing here?’ Dante asked

‘Oh, this and that. Saving the world from evil, yadda yadda.’

‘Saving the world? Well, I suppose its better than what you used to do.’ Dante raised the coffee to his lips, and sipped. The Dark liquid burned his mouth, but he tried with all his might to not flinch

‘Hot?’ Inquired Issac. Clearly he had failed.

After their surprise reunion, Dante had taken Isaac to the local café, just downstairs from where he lived. He had chosen coffee, as it was the only thing he drunk. Isaac had chosen White wine. He was unsure whether that meant anything

Butt Dante could no longer ignore the large elephant in the room ‘So. Tell Me.’

‘Tell you… What?’

‘You Know. The Last Time I saw you, you were going to sail around the world, with nothing but the clothes on your back, and your cheeky smile. And Then… nothing. So what happened?’

Issac stared into his glass, and thought. Dante allowed him time, because seven years is a lot to tell

Finally he, broke his silence ‘There was a storm. And I thought I was going to die. But, I woke up on an island. Fat away form the world. There was a man there, and he took me in, but I didn’t believe it. Any of it. I thought I was dead. For Five whole years. Then.. Something happened.’

‘What?’

‘Someone arrived. Two people actually. Olaf, and Lemony’s sister. And it was at that moment I realised I was alive. The Colony I was living with left the island, and The last I saw, Those two and three orphans were still there. And so I came back to the world.’

‘So You’ve avoided me for two years?’

‘No. I wanted to find you straight away, but I had to stop my brother.;

‘Oh.’ Dante knew what Mister M had been doing ever since the Destruction of Hotel Denouement, and he knew that whether it was for good or for bad was also up for debate. But he knew Mister M had seen things no human being should ever see, and he knew how worried Issac was about his brother. ’And Did you?’

‘If I did, I would have told you the second I knocked on your door.’

‘So what did you learn?’

‘Very little. We know he is Living in Stain’d By The Sea, We know he has been recruited by VFD, and we know he is sending information to the dairy. We also have reason to believe he has perfected th worst - he can impersonate anyone’s voice, just like our father.’

Dante felt weak. This was bad. Worse than he could have feared. ‘If you know where he’s living, why haven’t you caught him?’

‘We believe he has means of knowing when anyone enters the town, and leaves. We, er, believe he has the periscope.’

Dante felt weaker. This was even more worse ‘But what is he doing? Why did he -’

‘I don’t know. But, well, we have a theory.’

Issac lifted his glass to his lips. Dante tries the coffee again., Cooler, but not cool enough

Issac resumed talking ‘When my brother reportedly fled to Stain’d by the sea, a year and a half ago, he left with great hurry and panic, which I suppose you would if you had.. Well. Done those things. But He arrived in the town at the same time as someone else. Well, something else.

‘The Great Unknown is one of the largest Secrets VFD Had, and we have been trying to solve it for years. However, not one of our organizations members have ever had a close encounter with it. But, I believe that my brother did. And he learnt something. Some new meaning, and whatever he is doing in that town, he is doing it under the orders of that… thing.;

Dante lowered his coffee cup onto the table stood up, and walked towards the exit.

‘Dante wait.’

‘Issac, no! You listen to me, I Don’t care what you say. That thing is not real. it’s a trick. It cannot and does not exist, no matter what you say.’

‘Dante, you cant go.’

‘I cannot have a conversation with a man as foolish as you.’ He Pushed open the door.

‘Wait, I’m going to collect some information for the roof of a jail in the city. If you want to see me, I will be staying at 667 dark avenue.’

'Dante turned in the doorway ’Good Luck. ’

[Dante]

Wow, this is a pretty stunning start from a continuity basis - Isaac having been one of the islanders (unnamed, or under a different name?), and the suggestion that the pair of you are Hangfire's children (which I guess doesn't rule out him being Ellington's father in disguise either). There have been worse depictions of me, too. Nice work.

[MisterM]

Thank You!

[Christmas Chief]

I think this is excellent; the characterization is very strong. I'm curious about Issac's connection to ... well, many things, but I'm sure all that will be revealed in time. Nice job incorporating the stanzas into the prologue, too. I'm not sure if they're meant to be reminiscent of the Snicketmails, but I'm impressed by how successfully you've integrated them into the main narrative.

[MisterM]

All will become clear in time...

Issac's past will be seen later, but not in this story. Emphasis on seen.

Edit ; Oh, and Dante, You dont have to worry about the killing yet, as you wont be in the story again until the end.

[Anka]

Wow, that's a great beginning! So Hangfire is Mister M's and Isaac's father. (Or someone else who can impersonate anyone's voice?) And we have the Great Unknown. And good song lyrics. I would like to listen to the songs, but you told us not to try to find out where they come from.

[MisterM]

Wait until the end, and then listen to them.

[Charlie]

Hooray, what a wonderful chapter. Dante only drinks coffee, will this become significant? Also, I love the WCTBATH tie-ins. Hooray

[Tryina Denouement]

Jan 14, 2013 19:25:14 GMT -5 Charlie said:

Hooray, what a wonderful chapter. Dante only drinks coffee, will this become significant? Also, I love the WCTBATH tie-ins. Hooray

I second this.

[MisterM]

--Chapter One --

The Sea said goodbye to the shore. so the wouldn’t notice. the seaweed that wrapped its arms around you.

The carpet on my cheek feels like a forest, and I run through the tall trees with your hand chasing me.


Stain’d by the sea used to be a fading town. Now, it is a town largely abandoned.

On a Saturday Evening, Issac pushed open the door to the lobby of the lost arms, and stepped in.

As he had suspected, there were relatively few people, and relatively few things. A Small sofa with ripped pillows and a small upturned table sat in one corner. They both looked like they had not been cleaned in years, There was a small booth in the corner that had once contained a phone, but Issac knew the phone had been removed many years earlier. In the centre of the room stood the remains of a statue of a woman who Issac had known all to well. And sitting at a desk staring into the bottom of his cup was a man Issac had never met, but who he had heard of.

‘Excuse Me?; Issac said

The man, who clearly hadn’t notice the strangers arrival into the room, looked up suddenly, and gave a small shriek, Before standing up to greet the man. ‘Apologies, sir, for not noticing your arrival earlier.’

‘Its quite alright. I should have made myself more noticeable.’

‘I’m pip, I am the owner of the lost arms, along with my brother, who’s currently out of town on business.’

‘I See.’

‘Might I ask what you are doing in Stain’d by the sea?’

‘You may.’

‘What are you doing in Stain’d by the sea?’ Pip whispered

‘I’m here on Business.’ Issac replied, using a phrase which here means nothing.

‘I Assume you would like a room?’

‘I Would. May I have one?’

‘You may. The Far East Suite is the cheapest so..’

‘I will take that then.’ I gave Pip the money, with a generous tip. ‘Could I have something to eat? Just a sandwich, nothing to filling.’

Pip swiftly brought me a sandwich. Tuna with Tuna. I tucked in.


And These fingertips will never run through your skin

And those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room filled with people that are less important than you.


A Woman walked into the lost arms wearing a scarlet dress, scarlet hair, and scarlet shoes. She sauntered over to where Issac was sitting. ‘Good Evening’
Issac continued to look at his sandwich. He paused, took another bite, swallowed, and then said ‘Good Evening.’

The woman sat in the chair opposite him, placing her small bag on the floor ‘I’ve come a very long way, and I’m afraid I spent all my money on the taxi fare, so I need somewhere to stay.’

‘Oh dear. You should have thought this through’

‘I know. I’m such a silly girl.’ She smiled at Issac.

Issac put the remains of the sandwich down on his plate, and looked at the woman. ‘Where are you going to stay then?’

‘I was hoping you could tell me.’ The woman leaned in closer to Issac, but he stood up and took the plate over to the bin, and pushed the crusts in. When he returned to his seat, the woman was looking at her reflection in a small hand mirror.

‘So.’ she said. ‘I was wondering if I could stay with you’

‘No.’ Issac replied. ‘I Don’t even know your name.’

The woman looked at Issac, staring right into his eyes, until she realised something, stood up, and placed the small mirror back in her bag. ‘I’m sorry.’ she said. ;I’ve confused with someone else.’

‘My Brother?’

The woman looked shocked. ‘Are you who I think you are?’

‘Are you who I think you are?’ I replied. The woman sat down again, this time looking serious.

‘what’re you doing here?’

‘The same thing you’re doing. I’m looking for my brother as well.’

‘Who sent you?’

‘Hah. Well, that depends on who sent you?’

The woman sat back in her chair, and looked at the ceiling while she thought of an answer. ‘I Was sent her by someone who wants to know what Your brother is up to.’

‘Then we are here for the same reason.’ But not entirely the same. ‘Whats your name.’

‘Isabelle. Isabelle Markson. No need to ask yours…’

‘No.’ I rose out of my chair. ‘If you need someplace to stay, I suppose I wouldn’t mind you sharing my room.’

‘Oh that’s okay. I lied before, I do have money.’

I Picked up my coat ‘Hey, don’t worry. You’re not my type.’

‘I’ll be fine.’

I watched Isabellle leave the lost arms, before pulling out my mobile phone, and dialling. I needed to sort a few things out with Thomas before I went to sleep.

I Ordered another sandwhich - this was going to take a while.


The Forest of talking trees
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The Bees had declared a war.
The Sky wasn’t big enough for them all
The Birds they got help from below
From dirty Paws and the creatures of snow


Questions
1) What can a man who co-owns a small buisness be doing out of town?
2) Why did Pip forget to put the poison in Issac's sandwich?
3) What did Isabelle see on the ceiling?
4) Who is the statue of?
5) Who is Thomas?
All these questions, and more, will not be awnsered in the second chapter!

[issac]

Now, there is no need for this. My Personal Life has nothing to do with the baudelaires, not until they arrive at Stain'd by the sea at any rate!

[Dante]

It's very bold of you to predict a future version of Stain'd based on just ?1, and I'm intrigued by your decisions in that regard. I think it's quite fascinating to see the different directions people's beliefs might flow in. But you're also arranging your pieces very curiously. It's interesting to see that, whilst Isaac and Isabelle clearly aren't friends, they don't appear to be deadly enemies either.

[MisterM]

Well, it depends on how you look at it. These are dangerous times. They've simply become friends to survive the things to come..