Magic Force
01-17-2005, 07:02 PM
This is another fanfic by me called "Angel: Hostile Takeovers". It is set in mid season five, but before Fred's death/transformation into Illyria.
It is basically about a rebel cult of demons, warlocks, and vampires teaming up and holding Wolfram and Hart and everyone inside hostage.
And now, without further ado, here is the prologue to Angel: Hostile Takeovers...
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Angel: Hostile Takeovers
Prologue
Thunder echoed through the night sky. It was going to rain, which was obvious to Jacob Delmont. Slowly, small drops of water fell from the sky and landed on Jacob’s blue car’s windshield. With the a swift movement of his hand against a button, the windshield wipers came to life, wiping away the droplets and sending some off onto the road.
Lightning flashed a little ways before him. It was odd, for Jacob, to be seeing lightning in Los Angeles. He thought that the buildings would’ve blocked all light from hitting the pavement. But, he wasn’t in the best part of the city.
Boarded up buildings lined the littered streets. Several people would be huddled around a flaming garbage can, every now and then, while he passed. Others curled up in a box or just lying right out on the broken sidewalk.
Jacob didn’t like driving through here, but it was the only to get to his job from where he lived. He was a lawyer. Jacob lived in a large apartment near the top of one of L.A.’s many skyscrapers. He was paid well for his work and somewhat was rewarded by helping the innocent. Jacob called it his personal calling. Other thought he was crazy to enjoy doing his job.
People within the walls of Wolfram and Hart weren’t the friendliest or the best people in L.A. Most of them were rich, conceited, rude lawyers or clients that felt the need to complain about every aspect of life. That’s what Wolfram and Hart was to some people: life.
Jacob thought back to his close friend he had that also worked at the law firm. The man literally slept on the couch in his office and lived out of the Faculty Lounge. He was crazy for doing this. But after a year of living that life, the insanity hit the man like a brick, forcing Wolfram and Hart’s medical staff to take the man away and down to a small hospital wing of the building. It was a shame. The man was so young. Jacob hadn’t seen him ever since.
The thunder was growing louder and became more frequent as Jacob neared the monstrous building that was Wolfram and Hart. Though the outside appearance of the law firm made the place seem warm and open, once you step inside the walls and meet the people that worked there, you’ll never want to come back to the building once you leave.
Wolfram and Hart is evil. And most people who have been there have left it at that.
But the new people running the law firm aren’t half bad. Jacob had taken a liking to the new presidents of Wolfram and Hart. Angel, the vampire with a soul, led the law firm. He was good at the job too. Unlike half of the people they had hired before. Though Lilah Morgan didn’t do that bad of job when she was alive. But thank goodness for him, she was murdered by one of Angel’s close friends. That ended her short legacy.
Jacob pulled into a spot in the back of the building after passing through a set of security gates. Stepping out of the car, Jacob through his hood over his head and ran towards the door with a briefcase clutched at his side. Quickly, he shoved the glass doors upon and raced into the dry building.
The ceiling lights were dimmer than usual. Wolfram and Hart wasn’t literally a dark place. Only the people were shady. Probably just the circuit breaker, Jacob thought to himself as he made his way towards his small office down one of the major corridors in the law firm.
With one hand, Jacob pushed the door wide open, while the other tossed his black leather briefcase to the side, allowing it to fall on the floor. He did care. Why should he? A loud buzzing sound came from Jacob’s desk. He leaned over towards a small intercom plastered onto the solid oak table.
“Mr. Delmont?” a soft female voice was muffled by static over the intercom, “Mr. Delmont?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” pressing a small button near the intercom, Jacob opened a link between the two.
“The CEO of Alcheron Enterprises,” the sound of ruffling papers was barely heard by Jacob, “is here to talk to you about their upcoming March trial. Should I tell them to go into your office?” Jacob’s eyes widened in shock and fear. He knew the people at Alcheron. They weren’t the nicest demons in LA. And worst of it all, he was in debt to them.
“No,” Jacob began to feel balls of sweat run down his forehead, “Not yet. I’ll call you when you can send them in.” On the last note, he pressed the same red button, causing silence to fall across the room.
Jacob began to pace back and forth inside his office. As he walked, he undid his tie around his neck and tossed it on the floor, then unbuttoned the top button. Nervousness. He hated that. He also hated fear. I guess that’s one in the same, Jacob thought as he stopped and closed his eyes.
This is hell, he whispered in his mind, just give in to them. It’ll all end quicker for you and it won’t be as a bad, the other half of his mind desperately tried to win him over. It did. Jacob wandered back over to the desk after grabbing his tie and straightening himself up and pressed the red button.
“Carla,” he said, “Send them in.” Seconds later, the door flung up once again. In stepped six demons, one was shorter than the others but wore clothing the separated him from the rest.
“Delmont,” the shorter one nodded and sat down in a chair placed on the opposite side of Jacob’s desk, “You know why I’m here. Do you not?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jacob opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a yellow folder that he placed on the table, “Your trial will go smoothly, as I promised. The only witness isn’t a problem anymore thanks to our security team.” Jacob winked at the demon and continued.
“The only problem is-”
“You said there wasn’t a problem!” the demon shouted his deep voice.
“No,” Jacob shook his head, “I said that everything will go smoothly. Right now there is only one kink in the hose that’ll spray you with millions of dollars.”
“And what is this ‘kink’ you talk of?” the demon reached into his cloak and retrieved a large scepter with a large black gem enlaced in gold at the top.
“It is me,” Jacob handed over a large packet of papers from the folder, “I have been fired from Wolfram and Hart and will not be able to follow through with your trial.”
“You are bound,” the demon noted as he glanced up from reading the documents, “You cannot be fired. You are bound.”
“Yes,” Jacob began to sweat again as his nervousness returned, “But-”
“No,” the demon slammed the papers on the desk and wagged one long, pointed finger at Jacob, “You are bound. That means you cannot leave. Which means you will win my trial for me. There is no excuse.”
“Please, Sir,” Jacob’s hands began to shake uncontrollably as he aimlessly grabbed a pen and started writing on a pad of paper, “I don’t think you understand.”
“No,” the demon placed a wrinkled, aged hand on his head, covering his eyes, “You don’t understand. If I don’t win this case, I will loose millions of dollars. And it will be on your head. If you do not follow through with what you promised, it will be on your head. Which I’m not promising will still be attached to your body at the moment in time.” Jacob shivered before he stood up.
“We are through,” Jacob leaned against the desk and pointed one finger towards the door, “Leave!”
“You dare to speak to me in that manner? Your head will roll!” The demon snapped his fingers as the five others made a small circle around Jacob, “I’m sorry it has come down to this. You were a fine lawyer. But a horrible people person. Take him out back. I do not want anyone to see this.” One of the demon thugs nodded and grabbed Jacob by the arm. Swiftly, he carried him out the door.
“Act normal or I’ll snap your arm,” the thug ordered as they passed through the large, open space in the center of Wolfram and Hart. Jacob nodded and stood up straight. He knew what was coming. He saw it all along. But he didn’t see it happening so soon.
Two demons walked in front of them while the other two walked behind the head demon. The two, slimy, horned demons opened both doors as the others passed through and out into the stormy alley. Lightning flashed through the sky as the rain hammered down on their heads.
“Gentlemen,” the head demon glanced at each of the other demons, “You know what to do. I’ll be waiting in the car.” He then turned and left.
Jacob gasped for breath as though he felt his lungs were overfull. He couldn’t breath. It was a panic attack, which was all he knew of what was happening. Each demon reached into their pocket and took out a pair of sunglasses and a small, foggy glass sphere. Jacob knew it was his death, but he didn’t know how it worked.
“Don’t worry,” one of the thugs spoke in a deep voice, “It’ll only hurt for a minute.” The demons let out a loud laugh before putting on the sunglasses. Jacob shivered and closed his eyes. The demons took several steps back and held the spheres over their heads before smashing the glass balls on the ground.
A bright, white light encircled Jacob. It made his skin catch fire the second the light appeared. It burned so bad, but Jacob knew it wouldn’t last long. A few seconds later, the light vanished, revealing a small pile of ashes in Jacob’s place.
The demons laughed again as the thunder echoed through the stormy sky.
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Oh and feedback's good. As a matter of fact, it's wanted. Thanks a ton.
~MF~
It is basically about a rebel cult of demons, warlocks, and vampires teaming up and holding Wolfram and Hart and everyone inside hostage.
And now, without further ado, here is the prologue to Angel: Hostile Takeovers...
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Angel: Hostile Takeovers
Prologue
Thunder echoed through the night sky. It was going to rain, which was obvious to Jacob Delmont. Slowly, small drops of water fell from the sky and landed on Jacob’s blue car’s windshield. With the a swift movement of his hand against a button, the windshield wipers came to life, wiping away the droplets and sending some off onto the road.
Lightning flashed a little ways before him. It was odd, for Jacob, to be seeing lightning in Los Angeles. He thought that the buildings would’ve blocked all light from hitting the pavement. But, he wasn’t in the best part of the city.
Boarded up buildings lined the littered streets. Several people would be huddled around a flaming garbage can, every now and then, while he passed. Others curled up in a box or just lying right out on the broken sidewalk.
Jacob didn’t like driving through here, but it was the only to get to his job from where he lived. He was a lawyer. Jacob lived in a large apartment near the top of one of L.A.’s many skyscrapers. He was paid well for his work and somewhat was rewarded by helping the innocent. Jacob called it his personal calling. Other thought he was crazy to enjoy doing his job.
People within the walls of Wolfram and Hart weren’t the friendliest or the best people in L.A. Most of them were rich, conceited, rude lawyers or clients that felt the need to complain about every aspect of life. That’s what Wolfram and Hart was to some people: life.
Jacob thought back to his close friend he had that also worked at the law firm. The man literally slept on the couch in his office and lived out of the Faculty Lounge. He was crazy for doing this. But after a year of living that life, the insanity hit the man like a brick, forcing Wolfram and Hart’s medical staff to take the man away and down to a small hospital wing of the building. It was a shame. The man was so young. Jacob hadn’t seen him ever since.
The thunder was growing louder and became more frequent as Jacob neared the monstrous building that was Wolfram and Hart. Though the outside appearance of the law firm made the place seem warm and open, once you step inside the walls and meet the people that worked there, you’ll never want to come back to the building once you leave.
Wolfram and Hart is evil. And most people who have been there have left it at that.
But the new people running the law firm aren’t half bad. Jacob had taken a liking to the new presidents of Wolfram and Hart. Angel, the vampire with a soul, led the law firm. He was good at the job too. Unlike half of the people they had hired before. Though Lilah Morgan didn’t do that bad of job when she was alive. But thank goodness for him, she was murdered by one of Angel’s close friends. That ended her short legacy.
Jacob pulled into a spot in the back of the building after passing through a set of security gates. Stepping out of the car, Jacob through his hood over his head and ran towards the door with a briefcase clutched at his side. Quickly, he shoved the glass doors upon and raced into the dry building.
The ceiling lights were dimmer than usual. Wolfram and Hart wasn’t literally a dark place. Only the people were shady. Probably just the circuit breaker, Jacob thought to himself as he made his way towards his small office down one of the major corridors in the law firm.
With one hand, Jacob pushed the door wide open, while the other tossed his black leather briefcase to the side, allowing it to fall on the floor. He did care. Why should he? A loud buzzing sound came from Jacob’s desk. He leaned over towards a small intercom plastered onto the solid oak table.
“Mr. Delmont?” a soft female voice was muffled by static over the intercom, “Mr. Delmont?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” pressing a small button near the intercom, Jacob opened a link between the two.
“The CEO of Alcheron Enterprises,” the sound of ruffling papers was barely heard by Jacob, “is here to talk to you about their upcoming March trial. Should I tell them to go into your office?” Jacob’s eyes widened in shock and fear. He knew the people at Alcheron. They weren’t the nicest demons in LA. And worst of it all, he was in debt to them.
“No,” Jacob began to feel balls of sweat run down his forehead, “Not yet. I’ll call you when you can send them in.” On the last note, he pressed the same red button, causing silence to fall across the room.
Jacob began to pace back and forth inside his office. As he walked, he undid his tie around his neck and tossed it on the floor, then unbuttoned the top button. Nervousness. He hated that. He also hated fear. I guess that’s one in the same, Jacob thought as he stopped and closed his eyes.
This is hell, he whispered in his mind, just give in to them. It’ll all end quicker for you and it won’t be as a bad, the other half of his mind desperately tried to win him over. It did. Jacob wandered back over to the desk after grabbing his tie and straightening himself up and pressed the red button.
“Carla,” he said, “Send them in.” Seconds later, the door flung up once again. In stepped six demons, one was shorter than the others but wore clothing the separated him from the rest.
“Delmont,” the shorter one nodded and sat down in a chair placed on the opposite side of Jacob’s desk, “You know why I’m here. Do you not?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jacob opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a yellow folder that he placed on the table, “Your trial will go smoothly, as I promised. The only witness isn’t a problem anymore thanks to our security team.” Jacob winked at the demon and continued.
“The only problem is-”
“You said there wasn’t a problem!” the demon shouted his deep voice.
“No,” Jacob shook his head, “I said that everything will go smoothly. Right now there is only one kink in the hose that’ll spray you with millions of dollars.”
“And what is this ‘kink’ you talk of?” the demon reached into his cloak and retrieved a large scepter with a large black gem enlaced in gold at the top.
“It is me,” Jacob handed over a large packet of papers from the folder, “I have been fired from Wolfram and Hart and will not be able to follow through with your trial.”
“You are bound,” the demon noted as he glanced up from reading the documents, “You cannot be fired. You are bound.”
“Yes,” Jacob began to sweat again as his nervousness returned, “But-”
“No,” the demon slammed the papers on the desk and wagged one long, pointed finger at Jacob, “You are bound. That means you cannot leave. Which means you will win my trial for me. There is no excuse.”
“Please, Sir,” Jacob’s hands began to shake uncontrollably as he aimlessly grabbed a pen and started writing on a pad of paper, “I don’t think you understand.”
“No,” the demon placed a wrinkled, aged hand on his head, covering his eyes, “You don’t understand. If I don’t win this case, I will loose millions of dollars. And it will be on your head. If you do not follow through with what you promised, it will be on your head. Which I’m not promising will still be attached to your body at the moment in time.” Jacob shivered before he stood up.
“We are through,” Jacob leaned against the desk and pointed one finger towards the door, “Leave!”
“You dare to speak to me in that manner? Your head will roll!” The demon snapped his fingers as the five others made a small circle around Jacob, “I’m sorry it has come down to this. You were a fine lawyer. But a horrible people person. Take him out back. I do not want anyone to see this.” One of the demon thugs nodded and grabbed Jacob by the arm. Swiftly, he carried him out the door.
“Act normal or I’ll snap your arm,” the thug ordered as they passed through the large, open space in the center of Wolfram and Hart. Jacob nodded and stood up straight. He knew what was coming. He saw it all along. But he didn’t see it happening so soon.
Two demons walked in front of them while the other two walked behind the head demon. The two, slimy, horned demons opened both doors as the others passed through and out into the stormy alley. Lightning flashed through the sky as the rain hammered down on their heads.
“Gentlemen,” the head demon glanced at each of the other demons, “You know what to do. I’ll be waiting in the car.” He then turned and left.
Jacob gasped for breath as though he felt his lungs were overfull. He couldn’t breath. It was a panic attack, which was all he knew of what was happening. Each demon reached into their pocket and took out a pair of sunglasses and a small, foggy glass sphere. Jacob knew it was his death, but he didn’t know how it worked.
“Don’t worry,” one of the thugs spoke in a deep voice, “It’ll only hurt for a minute.” The demons let out a loud laugh before putting on the sunglasses. Jacob shivered and closed his eyes. The demons took several steps back and held the spheres over their heads before smashing the glass balls on the ground.
A bright, white light encircled Jacob. It made his skin catch fire the second the light appeared. It burned so bad, but Jacob knew it wouldn’t last long. A few seconds later, the light vanished, revealing a small pile of ashes in Jacob’s place.
The demons laughed again as the thunder echoed through the stormy sky.
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Oh and feedback's good. As a matter of fact, it's wanted. Thanks a ton.
~MF~