Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Ryan looked at the officers, puzzled.

Commander Diggory smiled.

"It's just a process," he told Ryan and pointed to his left. "You must have heard of Captain Colin Creevey and his brother (-he pointed to his right-), Dennis, right?"

The Creevey brothers were famous among the Troopers.

Though Ryan had never met them, he had indeed heard of them.

Ryan picked up the Veritaserum and drank it in one gulp.

The Commander and the Captains nodded at the sight.

Veritaserum was a potion potent enough for someone like Ryan, who was just a recently graduated wizard in the Flying Battalion. He had no means of resisting the effects of such a potion.

Kai, however, had other thoughts. He had researched this potion thoroughly during his days as Darcie.

That's why he didn't fear it all.

One, Veritaserum was highly unreliable.

It could never be used as definite proof of guilt or innocence.

Second, there was a colossal flaw in Veritaserum — under the effect of this potion, the victim only stated what he believed to be true.

For example, if a wizard believed that the sun rose from the west, not east, then, even after drinking Veritaserum, he would state the same.

This perhaps wasn't some grand flaw for others.

But for Kai, the budding Faceless Man, who had already mastered a great part of the true essence of Facelessness, it made Veritaserum as good as — water.

The Commander and the Captains put Ryan through rigorous questioning, then.

Ryan kept answering, half in a daze and half in fear. He told them all.

Ryan told them how Kai could transfigure himself into something like a Dementor, which could fly.

He told them how Kai possessed an item that could become a dagger at will.

Ryan also told them that Kai held the means to track someone, as he had seen that demon using a watch of some sort.

After half an hour, Commander Diggory's smile widened.

"Well done, Ryan," he praised, his eyes beaming. "You have contributed tremendously to our ensuing battle with the enemy.

"I am sure all this knowledge will come in handy once we are out in the open. You can collect your reward from the Death Hall in the dungeons.

"How about this? Greta is outside. Let her show you around, OK? Dismiss."

Ryan shot himself up, saluted, and marched off.

When he was out, Ryan found the witch waiting for him.

"Hello," the witch smiled. "I am Greta. You are Ryan, right?"

Greta was a beautiful girl of eighteen, Ryan noticed, his ears going red.

"Hello," he greeted, his gaze lingering on Greta's lips, and down… he gulped. "Eh, Commander told me to visit the Death Hall."

Greta giggled. "Come," she said, hopping ahead. "I will show you around."

From corridors filled with hard-faced wizards and witches to classes of children, Ryan and Greta went down to the dungeons.

There, on an enormous door, the words Death Hall were etched in green and silver.

"Here you can obtain your Death Points, which will reflect your Contribution to the Army," Greta told him, stepping in. "You can also use those points to buy ingredients, potions, or even items from different Armies."

Death Hall was a vast, circular hall, with several rooms.

Greta took Ryan first to the Death Points room.

There, an elderly witch handed a card to Ryan.

When Ryan turned the card over, the number 30000 was flashing over it.

"Whoa!" Greta exclaimed, covering her mouth. "So many! What did you do?!"

Ryan blushed as he saw the gleam in Greta's eyes.

"Haha! Nothing…" he scratched the back of his head. "You know… I want to buy some weapons…"

"Weapons?!" Greta frowned. "What do you need weapons for?"

A shiver ran down Ryan's spine.

"All wizards should have daggers," he told her, his pupils dilating. "All wizards…"

Greta didn't question further and took Ryan to the Foreign Weapons room.

As they left the Death Hall's room, behind the elderly witch, space rippled and a wizard walked out. He looked at Ryan, noticed the trauma, and nodded to himself before disapparating.

…

The weapons room was bigger than Ryan had imagined it to be.

"Oh, Greta!" a fat wizard cheerfully greeted the young witch. "Who's this?"

"Ryan, he is Beckman," Greta introduced, curling her hair. "Beckman, meet Ryan. He recently got 30000 Death Points in one go!"

Beckman gaped.

Only when Greta poked did he close his mouth.

"You did well by bringing him here, then," Beckman told Greta, rubbing his hands. "So, what do you want, Ryan? With 30000 Death Points, you can afford a lot of things, eh?"

"I want six Ceremonial Daggers from the Yautja race," Ryan said, not feeling ashamed at all. "And I want a vial of Demon's Dance."

Greta's lips twitched. What was called being paranoid, if not this?

Even Beckman gawked at Ryan with a stunned look.

"What do you need that many for?" he blurted, pointing at his wand. "Lost your magic, have you?"

Ryan's eyes narrowed.

"I haven't," he spat, taking out his wand, which let out sparks. "But daggers are a must for me. Can you give them or not?"

Beckman scowled.

"Whatever, your money, your loss," he said, going inside the room, where rows of shelves were lined from one end to another.

"The Ceremonial daggers are made of bones and resin of Xenomorph," Greta wondered out loud. "They are incredibly sharp and strong. They are also resistant to most acidic substances. Good choice, Ryan. But… why Demon's Dance?"

Demon's Dance was one of the most potent poisons from the Game of Thrones world.

Kai didn't want to tell that he had plans to coat the daggers in poison, as per his habit.

"To kill myself," Ryan answered.

Inside the Weapons room, Beckman heard Ryan and dropped several boxes, declaring this Ryan a crackhead.

Greta only looked at him with pity.

Beckman brought six long daggers and placed them in front of Ryan.

All looked menacing, as proclaimed by Beckman, sharp and strong. A vial of blood-colored potion was also beside them.

"That would be 25000 Death Points," Beckman told Ryan. "4000 for each dagger and 1000 for the Demon's Dance. Anything else?"

Ryan looked thoughtful. "An Enchanted Heater Shield."

Beckman thought of advising against it but then shook his head.

"Shield?" he muttered, going back. "Whatever happened to the young wizards? Can't do a basic Protego spell, can they?"

Thud!

Beckman dropped the shield (-a dragon crest over black-).

"Do you have Dragonglass Daggers?" Ryan asked, noticing only 1000 Death Points on his card.

"You will need a Captain-level Clearance to buy Dragonglass Daggers," Greta chimed in, seeing that things were going out of hand. "Just save them for later, the Death Points. We Troopers don't get 1000 of them even in a year, you know."

Ryan looked at Beckman and Greta, who were eying him as if he had gone nuts. "OK."

Then, saying nothing more, Ryan carried his shield, daggers, and potion, and marched off.

That went well, Kai thought, walking out of the Death Hall, smiling inwardly. Almost 3000 Troopers will go on the hunt tomorrow… Haha! 3000… That's — 300000 Points!

Behind the disappearing Ryan's figure, the same wizard apparated next to Greta, who was now standing alone.

"Keep an eye on him," he told her. "And, if he acts suspicious…"

"That shield won't save him…" Greta giggled, licking her lips. "… from Killing Curse."

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