Chapter 1
*Swiftly approaching WWF Headquarters, Dragon summons
his kin with orders to wait for our arrival. Not
flying low enough to be heard by Devilz Angel and
Hellion, I choose to speak through telepathy . . . *
‘Prepare yourselves. We’re almost there. Dragon has
summoned his kin and they await us. DA, try to summon
your Panther. Perhaps she can be of some assistance to
you in your part of this attack. Let me know if you
require more help because help can always besummoned.'
*Looking into the distance, I motion for DA and
Hellion to look. Just ahead of us stands the monstrous
WWF Headquarters building known as Titan Tower.
Circling tightly above the building are dozens ofbrightly colored Dragons.*
‘They are anxious to begin this attack. Let us not keep them waiting'
*Saluting DA and Hellion, I pull Dragon's head up and
we shoot into the sky. In the brilliant, but swiftly
receding sunlight, the great Reds & Blues look even
more magnificent, while the beautiful Golds & Silvers
blindingly reflect every ray of light.*
*Climbing swiftly into the sky, we join the Dragons.
Seeing a couple of officials trying to run out the
back door, a giant Blue and Gold peel away from the
pack and glide down to chase them back inside. Looking
around the back parking lot, they release their fury
in a sweltering inferno that consumes the vehicles and
leaves a twisted, smoldering mass of metal. Screaming
their fury, they return to their places in the sky*
*Two Silvers land on the roof with orders to torch
anyone who tries to flee from the air.*
*To DA and Hellion* ‘The back door is secure, no one
is getting out that way. And the roof has been cut off
too, no helicopter escape for the bigwigs.'
*Deciding that we could use all the help we can get, I
pull a small statue from my pocket and land close to
the front door where DA and Hellion, sitting on their
Demon Steed, wait to enter. Climbing down from Dragon,
I place the statue near the door. Seeing the
questioning looks from DA and Hellion, I quickly explain . . . *
"Don't worry. He’s more help. Just a little friend of mine."
*Smiling devilishly, I whisper a name ‘Bran'. A great
black mist envelopes the statue and a thunderous roar
erupts from the mist. As the mist dissipates, standing
in the place of the statue is a pure snow white Tiger.
I kneel in front of him, and scratch his ears.*
"Guard the door Bran, no one comes out without their
permission" Points at DA and Hellion. "I'll be up
there with Dragon. You take orders from them for now.I'll be close."
*Hearing a low rumble behind me, I turn and see myself
face to face with a huge Panther.* Looking at DA, I
ask, "I take it this is Santana? Very beautiful."
Turning to Bran, "You keep your mind on business. You
stay here unless they need you inside."*Climbing back on Dragon, I turn to DA*
"Be careful in there. We don't have as much help as I
would have liked, but I am confident that we can get
this job done. If you need assistance, just call my
name. I will hear you. Don't worry about Bran. He
will do what you ask him to. Between Bran and Santana,
I don't think you have to worry about any interference
from Kane, or any from anyone else for that matter. Becareful and good luck."
*With that Dragon leaps to the sky. Patting Dragon's
neck . . . 'Let's see what kind of fun we can have.'*
*Watching the faces appear in the windows contorted
with fear, we turn up the volume and all the Dragons
start screaming in rage. The resulting sound is so
loud and deafening that quite a few windows shatter,
spewing glass in all directions, leaving the peopleinside scrambling for cover.*
*Hearing the frightened screams from inside the
building, the Dragons furious screams soon turn toscreams of blood lust*
by Devilz Angel
“HANG ON. We’re GOING IN!!!”
by Hellion
Meanwhile on the North side . . .
chapter 2
by Dark Queen Medb
Thru the smashed out windows, I watch as Hellion
battles the writers bravely on her own. Straining to
get a better look, I ask Dragon what she's holding . .
. 'I believe she has a rat'.
Chapter 3
By DQM
Climbing back into the sky, I hear DA calling...
TOO BE CONTINUED....
"I think I’m gonna need some help myself."
After checking what’s left of the directory (seems a
few the dragons couldn’t wait for lunch), Hellion
heads for the elevator and notices no cool elevator
music when the door closes "cheap bastards." One last
check in the glass to make sure the helmet looks good,
she steps out on the 13th floor, only to find the WWF
writers ready for her! A barrage of paper clips and
rubber bands come out of nowhere. Hellion ducks
inside a cubicle. "Ok, Percy, don’t let me down." She
releases Percy who takes off down the hallway.
Hellion sees a ghostwriter’s reflection in the
computer monitor, he advancing toward her, holding a
weapon, it’s a three-hole punch! Damn! These guys are
equipped! Well, so am I! Hellion grabs the tape
dispenser, spins around and clocks the writer right on
the forehead. Down he goes. She then tapes his mouth
shut and tapes his hands and feet too. Hellion runs
for the next cubicle, another storm of paper clips,
rubber bands, Hellion dives and rolls into a copy
room. A ghostwriter waits in the shadows. He grabs
her. There’s a struggle, Hellion grabs his head and
pushes his face into the copy machine, hits start, he
screams in agony as the copy light blinds him, he
flails around until Hellion kicks him in the stomach
and Stone Cold stuns him! Down goes another one. "I
swore I’d have nothing to do with the Rattlesnake but
desperate times calls for desperate measures!" Another
writer grabs Hellion from behind, tries to put her in
a chokehold. She flips him over her head, he jumps up
immediately and tackles her. She kicks him as hard as
she can, reaches for the staple gun and hits him
between the eyes Down goes yet another. Hellion then
staples the writers to each other and puts them in the
supply closet. That’ll hold em!
Suddenly, deafening, bloodcurdling screams ring out
from a conference room. She races inside to find the
rest of the WWF writing team huddled in the corner
terrified, with Percy standing in front of them!
Hellion picks up Percy, looks at him puzzled, "I don’t
believe . . . well . . . how did you . . . look at you
guys! You’re nothing more than a bunch of cowards!!!
You're quivering like little babies!!! It's rat,
see?"
‘A rat? I really must talk to her. I’m sure we could
find her a better familiar.' Seeing Hellion throw a
thumbs up signaling the defeat of the writers, I shake
my head laughing, and return the thumbs up.
‘Someone is coming out the front door my Queen.'
Looking to the door, we see one person hesitantly poke
his out. Watching him try and make a run for it, we
swoop down to cut off his escape. Landing in front of
him, my breath catches as I realize the man in front
of me is not a writer . . . but none other than the
wrestler Christian! Pulling back on the reigns to halt
Dragon from attacking, ‘He's one of the good guys. Let him be.'
Christian: Looking up at Dragon and myself, "Who are
you and what the hell is going on?"
Smoothly dismounting, I stand between Dragon and
Christian and try to explain. "I'll answer your
questions as soon as you answer mine."
Christian: "All right, anything, but what's going on?"
Hands on hips I demand, "First, why are you here, andwho said you could leave?"
Christian: "I had to come in today to check out some
changes with my story line, and then that woman on the
horse came charging in and said I could leave."
Shaking my head, I explain, "First, it's a Demon
Steed, not just a horse, but that's for another time.
Second her name is Devilz Angel. As for what's going
on,” looking up to watch the Dragons circle and dive,
"We're here to change things."
Christian: "Change what? And who are you?"
"Who am I, or who are we? My name is Dark Queen Medb,
the one with the Demon Steed is Devilz Angel, and the
one on the 13th floor holding the writers hostage witha rat is Hellion.
But beyond our names, we are COTN!"
Christian: "COTN?"
Looking at Christian in disbelieve, "Yes, COTN.
Creatures of the Night. We are loyal fans of the
Undertaker, and we have joined together to take over this place."
Christian: "But that doesn't tell me why you're here."
"We're here for the same reason you are, the story
lines. We're here to change things. We're sick and
tired of all the shit that's been coming out of the
WWF recently and we're here to take care of that. The
story lines suck, and with us in power, they will get
better. We have so many talented Creatures in our
midst, and they deserve their shots. Up to this point
no one would listen to us,” clenching my fist and
glaring at the building, "but now, they have no choice
but to listen. Now they work for us!"
Christian: "If you're all so loyal to the Undertaker,where is he?"
Snapping my head around to glare at Christian, "If we
knew that, we wouldn't be Here!" Starting to pace,
"That's our other reason for coming here. Ever since
Taker has been out, we have been asking for updates on
how He's doing, but nothing. Not one damn person here
can give us the answer to that simple and harmless
question. All we wanted was to know how we doing, but
no. Instead, WWF has decided that we need to know
exactly when Austin pisses, shits, and drinks a damn
beer." Stopping to face Christian and seeing him
smiling, "We don't care about that crap!"
Watching the smile fade, I continue, "We ask about the
Undertaker because without Him, the COTN wouldn't
exist. We are His Creatures. And it's time we got the
answers we have been searching for."
Christian: "I can understand why you are doing what
you're doing, but be careful. You have no idea what you're up against."
Smiling wickedly, "Neither do they."
Dragon, nudging my shoulder, ‘We should get back in
the air. Hellion may need some help up there.'
Nodding, I address Christian one last time, "We must
return to the air and continue our assault. Go, and
know that things will change around here."
Christian: "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Thinking of the possibilities, I decline his help.
"No, we must do this ourselves. Besides, have you ever
ridden a Dragon before?" Watching him slowly shake his
head while eyeing Dragon, I can't help but to laugh
lightly. "That's ok. You go, and let us do what wehave to."
Christian: "All right, I'll leave, but I won't be far away."
Climbing back on Dragon's back, "It would be safer if
you were as far away as humanly possible. Don't worry,
you'll know when we have complete power." Leaping into
the air, I turn in my saddle to watch Christian leave.
‘He's a brave man. He didn't run when we landed.'
‘Yes Dragon, I know, but we must do this alone.
Besides, I don't think DA would appreciate us putting
Christian in danger.' Patting Dragon on the base of
his neck, ‘But you would have protected him, wouldn'tyou? hehehe'
‘Hellion has the writers held hostage on the 13th
floor. I'm on my way there now', and hearing the
laughter in her voice, ‘don't worry, Tori has been
taken care of. She is no longer a problem.'
DQM: ‘Yeah, it looks like she got them all.'
DA: ‘Really? I thought she was kidding. That's really cool.'
DQM: ‘Yeah I watched most of it from out here. She
actually fought all the writers. She has them all
taped up and stapled together, and most of them are in
the closet. The rest are in the conference room. She's
holding them hostage with a rat.'
DA: ‘A what!? Did you just say a rat?'
DQM: ‘Yup. I said rat. It's a cute little white one.'
DA: ‘Ok, cool.'
Hellion: ‘HEY DQM WHERE ARE YOU?'
DA: ‘Hellion it's telepathy remember?'
DQM: Smiling, ‘I was at the front door talking to
Christian. DA, you should have let me know he was
inside and that you had released him, we almost incinerated him.'
DA: ‘Christian? You talked to Christian? What did hesay?'
DQM: ‘He wanted to know who we are and what the hell
we're doing here. So, I told him. He wanted to help,
but I told him it would be saver if he just left for
now. He will know when we have complete control.'
DA: ‘Go figure, I send him out, and you get to talk to him.'
DQM: ‘Well, you're the one who said I should stay
outside with the Dragons. Hehehe. Besides, I think you
impressed him. You should have seen his eyes light up
when he told me that it was you who let him leave.'
Hellion: ‘What about me? Was he impressed with metoo?'
DQM: ‘He didn't even meet you Hellion. But I did get
the feeling that he was impressed with all of us. He
actually looked surprised when he realized that there
are only 3 of us, not including Bran, Santana, Dragon
and his kin. I really think he was impressed. He did
say that we should be careful though. He said that we
don't know what we're getting into.'
Hellion: ‘Yeah, but these sniveling coward writers
don't know what they're in for either.'
DA: ‘hehehe, calm down Hellion, we need them alive for
now. At least until our writers show up.'
DQM: ‘Yeah I said the same thing to Christian...they
don't know what they're getting into either.'
Hellion: ‘OK, but when do our writers get here? Can't we kill just one?'
DQM: Hearing the piercing screams from inside,
‘Hellion, did you just say that out loud?'
Hellion: ‘Yup. Figured it might scare them into listening to us.'
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