The Return of Isen (Paige then Open)

It was a Friday afternoon and spring stood on top of Jump City like so many other giant monsters but this time, no one was screaming or shouting for help. Except for people who were at the beach and they weren't shouting for help or screaming, just enjoying the warmth of spring and the joys of the weekend coming made it even better. There was news of a cargo ship that was heading toward Jump City and never making it, but that was overshadowed by another heroic deed by the Titans. Now the ship is returning, but in pieces. Metallic pieces floated into shore followed by wooden planks and boards. The sound of whistles was over taking the sound of panic as the lifeguards told them to "Get out of the water". Then came the bodies. The cargo ship was maned by 148 members (it was a rather large ship and had sailed through dangerous waters. Extra muscle was emphasized). There were only four bodies; the Captain, a sailor armed with an assault rifle and a vest full of ammo, a midget, and finally a young man with a white mask on his face.

Isenstein washed up to shore, his arm half lazily half gripping the board that kept his head above the water. His body was limp when it was washed in and he laid on the shored motionless, almost dead like. His clothes were slightly torn, his trench coat was covered with sand, and on his shoulders were seaweed. His hair was now long and greasy, the salt from the sea causing it to become stiff, almost standing on its own. He now had two swords strapped to his waist, both sheathed and both from the Ming Dynasty, except the new one was red. Around his neck was something unfamiliar, an idol of some sort that had wings and a octopus's head, with a round stomach. It was hunched over and staring, longing for something. A lifeguard ran over with a medical kit and knelt down to help him. The sound of an unsheathed sword was heard and the Lifeguard's head fell off. Isenstein was crouching now, holding both his swords unsheathed. He seemed almost animalistic, like he had lost his mind. People began to scream, but that just made Isenstein much more aggressive.

"He's coming, he's coming, we are dead," Isenstein said as he swung his blade side by side, like a metronome held upside down. "Come here, embrace your death before he arrives. Before he rises from the Deep." He saw a couple running away and leaped forward with his blades pointing towards them.

Isenstein stopped mid leap as he heard a familiar voice and fell to the ground, his blades stabbing through the beach. The couple ran frightened before Isenstein could kill them. His head was buried in the sand for a moment. He slowly pushed himself up, his head hanging lazily. Then, he snapped his head up and looked to his side, seeing Nightingale. He breathed heavily, almost as if he was gasping for air. He stood up and picked his sword of the sand, feeling his eyes burn from the ocean's water. He didn't recognize her, not even her voice. All he saw was a shade. The idol dangled around his neck, it's eyes suddenly glowing. He yelled in pain and covered his ears as a voice began to speak in his head. He didn't understand what was being spoken, the foreign voice growling in his head. It was telling him to kill the shade, to end it's misery. He leaped toward her and brought both his blades down with a vertical slash.

"He's coming...the one from the deep." He said as he striked.

He didn't listen to her, or he couldn't, the idol made him see differently and hear differently. Right now, all he saw was a fish monster holding two mini scythes. He stepped back, twirled his blades quickly, then lunged for an all out attack. He was training while he was absent and had become a bit faster then last time but not stronger physically. His attacks were getting faster and his movements became wilder. He held both his blades out for an "X" strike, leaving him open for a moment, his necklace's eyes glowing.

Isenstein struggled against the chain like a mad dog on a leash. He ran circles around it, trying to get it off with every tug. He was still weak from his drift out at sea. He watched as she was about to take the idol and then, he began to shake, violently. Out from his sleeves came tentacles, wrapping around the chain. Another tentacle rose up and dove toward Nightingale, trying to wrap around her and squeeze her to death. His mask had tiny tentacles growing under it and he began to yell in strange language.

"Mor'tis tarrige aggwe iddelle chen sharr'ik" He yelled as he pulled his swords up, the chain being cut from their sharpness as more tentacles grew from his sleeves and leg pants, all charging toward her.

Nighitngale puts the idol in her pocke as she sees the tenticale coming at her Nightingale then tossed the Mini scythes so they would swing and wrap around isenstein but using the momentumt hey got then she would pull out her dual pistols and fire at the tenticiles as certian angles so they would hopefully only hit the tenitciles only at the most nick isensteins arms. As she fires she jumps back wards to gain some distance from him

The moment the necklace left his body, Isenstein was released from his mental magical prison. The tentacles shriveled and dried out, leaving giant piles of salt where they dried. Isenstein's knees buckled and he fell to the ground, gripping his stomach as he dropped his blades. He fell face forward toward the ground and just laid there, looking as if he had just died. The moment the idol touched her, it began to speak.

"The weak one could not withstand my voice. But why is it you can hear me without losing your mind...that is...you've just heard it." The idol spoke, it's voice unbelievably loud. Then the idol's eyes glowed and shared with her what Isentstein was seeing. The beach turned into stone tiles with markings of creatures carved into them, pillars grew from the ground, each marked with a tale or story never told. They were lined up parallel to each other, creating a path way toward a throne where a creature sits sleeping. The throne room was lit with a blue fire from torches that were placed on the pillar and chandlers were hanging on the ceiling. It's stomach pot bellied, its wings settled on the throne's arms, its mouth covered with tentacles and his arms thin and long. It had one hand clinched into a fist and pressed against his cheek, snoring, its elbow resting on the throne's arm. Its snore was shaking the room. Where Isenstein had lain, a creature was replaced. It rose up, its eyes like two large white pearls, its teeth sharp and jagged, like that of an angler fish. It stood like a man but wasn't a man. Its webbed fingers reach up toward Nightingale and began to move foreward with its oily skin.

Isenstein had gotten up, looking around completely confused. He had no memory of how he had gotten back to Jump City or even what had happened to him on his travel toward South America. All he remembered was a city of some sort in the middle of the ocean. He looked up and saw Nightingale. His heart leapt as he had missed her for some time now. He walked over to her, not knowing what she had taken from him. He forgot to pick up his weapons, but felt he didn't need to. She was his apprentice.

Nightingale Took a step forward to go up to Isenstein but then a voice roared a there making her cover her ears as it spoke she pulled out the idol and saw it's eyes glow as the area around her changed. As the webbed fingers came near her she quickly backed up and held the gun against the idol and held it so the creature could see. "I don't care what you are but you better &*^$*# tell me where Isenstein is and what you did to him now or I'll destroy this thing! And don't go all if you destroy it you'll die too cause I don't give a (*#%!!"

When she spoke, he could only hear in a strange language in which he couldn't understand. He just saw her pointing a gun at an idol like it was just a hostage. "Jesus, did you lose your mind when I left. Why are you pointing at that thing?" He asked, but in the world that she was in, she could only hear in the strange language and see the monster coming closer and closer until he was a foot away, close enough to grab the gun and the idol. Of course, Isenstein didn't know what was going on, he only had the memory of that island but never the idol.

"stay back! I said stay back!"[color=white]nightingale yelled but it kept coming so she throw the idol on the ground and shot it once it hit the floor and pulled out her other pistol aiming both of them at the monster in front of her "Now if you don't tell me what you did to Isenstein and why he was acting cazy and attacked me the next bullet is going in you!"

The Idols power left when she stopped touching it, but its power remained even when she shot at it. Isenstein quickly moved forward, placing both his hands against her cheeks and moving close, the illusion shattered and the fish monster being replaced by Isenstein. "Snap out of it, Night." He shook her a bit, oddly close to her.

Nightingale's go wide as she sees she's pointing the gun at Isenstein and she drops the pistols on the floor her eyes tearing up when she sees he's back to normal.[/color=blue]"Isenstein! You normal again!"[/color] Nightingale hugs him tightly she was actually worried about him.

Isenstein stiffened somewhat, not used to such affection, and he hugged her back, burying his face into her neck. "Night...your hair," He began, noticing it was different. "It...looks...terrible." He paused for a long moment and then began to laugh, showing that he was joking. He backed up some and took out some smoke pellets, slamming them into the ground to escape from the slowly growing crowd that was around them. Soon, they were on a rooftop of a restraunt, carrying Nightingale like some groom with a bride, his blades sheathed, and he had the idol but he had taken his jacket off and used it as it sack so he wouldn't touch it. "What has happened sense I left?" Isenstein asked, setting her down and lifting his mask so they could talk face to face. His face was dirty, grimy, covered with sand from the beach and he was slowly developing a beard.