Post by zenfrodo on Dec 27, 2017 7:44:09 GMT
YAY! I've finally started posting my re-take/re-vamp/crushing blow of the infamous blue spine, "Witchmaster's Key", bringing it into my ongoing "Blood Circles" series & hopefully dealing with all the ludicrousness of the original.
Anyway, link: www.fanfiction.net/s/12771226/1/The-Witchmaster-s-Key-Blood-Circles-9
Type: TV show/AU.
Blurb: Still recovering from the CIA's brainwashing, Frank and Joe are sent to England on the trail of occult thieves who have stolen priceless artifacts of myth and legend. Yet the powerful Witchmaster means to keep his prize, threatening the Hardys' lives & souls. Will the brothers recover the legendary Grail, or will they be sacrificed in the darkest of evil rituals?
Characters: F, J, Chet, OCs, characters from the original book
Rating: O (some mild cursing, violence to main characters, some sexual themes)
Splash Page:
Tensed, Joe went still, shivering as snow soaked through his jeans and burned icy-hot against his exposed face. God, if he survived this, Frank was going to kill him.
“Now, yeh bloody muppet, y’listening?”
What Kermit the Frog had to do with this was anyone’s guess. But Joe held his quip silent, waiting for an opening, anything.
“Fine,” the voice growled. “We know who yer with. And why yer here. Ge’out. Or the don’ll be running down another funeral.” Weight leaned in, crushing Joe into the snow. “Want to find out what the wicker man is, Yank?”
Snow crunched. A metal bucket was set down in front of Joe’s face — then a wet cloth clamped over Joe’s mouth and nose.
— a pungent sweet smell, chloroform —
Panic tore through him. Twisting his head, Joe fought not to breathe, to kick out, but couldn’t get enough leverage. He had to get free, just enough to yell. Small place as this, it would rouse the whole village.
A kick slammed into Joe’s gut. He gasped in the chemical stink as another kick drove into his groin.
His last sight, just before darkness took him, as he was thrown against the stone of the front step: hands ripping open his coat and shirt…
Special notes: My stories are set in the 1970s TV show starring Parker Stevenson & Shaun Cassidy, though I take the show’s implication that the supernatural is real and run really, really far with it. Quick tour for those not familiar with the show: Laura Hardy is dead, Aunt Gertrude lives with the family to help raise the boys, Joe never dated Iola, Bayport is in Massachusetts, and the supernatural is very, very real. This is the 9th tale in the Blood Circles series, starting with "Voodoo Doll", and the story order is on my FanFictionNet profile.
Oh, and there’s a shadowy organization called “The Association”, which seeks to train & protect the psychically Gifted; Frank & Joe were recruited as guardians & protectors (Blades) for it at the end of “Voodoo Doll”. F & J also have a solid friendship/unofficial “kid sister”-hood with a former next-door-neighbor (Kris Mountainhawk). Yes, Joe is one of those Gifted.
Anyway, link: www.fanfiction.net/s/12771226/1/The-Witchmaster-s-Key-Blood-Circles-9
Type: TV show/AU.
Blurb: Still recovering from the CIA's brainwashing, Frank and Joe are sent to England on the trail of occult thieves who have stolen priceless artifacts of myth and legend. Yet the powerful Witchmaster means to keep his prize, threatening the Hardys' lives & souls. Will the brothers recover the legendary Grail, or will they be sacrificed in the darkest of evil rituals?
Characters: F, J, Chet, OCs, characters from the original book
Rating: O (some mild cursing, violence to main characters, some sexual themes)
Splash Page:
Tensed, Joe went still, shivering as snow soaked through his jeans and burned icy-hot against his exposed face. God, if he survived this, Frank was going to kill him.
“Now, yeh bloody muppet, y’listening?”
What Kermit the Frog had to do with this was anyone’s guess. But Joe held his quip silent, waiting for an opening, anything.
“Fine,” the voice growled. “We know who yer with. And why yer here. Ge’out. Or the don’ll be running down another funeral.” Weight leaned in, crushing Joe into the snow. “Want to find out what the wicker man is, Yank?”
Snow crunched. A metal bucket was set down in front of Joe’s face — then a wet cloth clamped over Joe’s mouth and nose.
— a pungent sweet smell, chloroform —
Panic tore through him. Twisting his head, Joe fought not to breathe, to kick out, but couldn’t get enough leverage. He had to get free, just enough to yell. Small place as this, it would rouse the whole village.
A kick slammed into Joe’s gut. He gasped in the chemical stink as another kick drove into his groin.
His last sight, just before darkness took him, as he was thrown against the stone of the front step: hands ripping open his coat and shirt…
Special notes: My stories are set in the 1970s TV show starring Parker Stevenson & Shaun Cassidy, though I take the show’s implication that the supernatural is real and run really, really far with it. Quick tour for those not familiar with the show: Laura Hardy is dead, Aunt Gertrude lives with the family to help raise the boys, Joe never dated Iola, Bayport is in Massachusetts, and the supernatural is very, very real. This is the 9th tale in the Blood Circles series, starting with "Voodoo Doll", and the story order is on my FanFictionNet profile.
Oh, and there’s a shadowy organization called “The Association”, which seeks to train & protect the psychically Gifted; Frank & Joe were recruited as guardians & protectors (Blades) for it at the end of “Voodoo Doll”. F & J also have a solid friendship/unofficial “kid sister”-hood with a former next-door-neighbor (Kris Mountainhawk). Yes, Joe is one of those Gifted.