Wellby stared at the gravestones in front of him.

'I should be dead!' he thought, 'Why am I not dead?!?'

He thought he heard a rustle behind him. Jumping he shouted, "Show yourself!"

After waiting a couple of seconds, he realized that no one was coming out.

'Great', Wellby thought, 'One of these days, someone is going to come by and see you do that. They'll probably think you are crazy.'

The irony of that last thought mad Wellby laugh out loud. But that laughter was stolen as somebody did come towards him.

Amadeus was on top of the church staring down at the two individuals looking at the grave stones.

Well don't they look sad. he thought with a sarcastic tone.

He watched as the male seemed to have a fit of some sort. He had to admit he was a little amused. The individual was laughing at shadows it seemed, and Amadeus started to believe he was insane, or drunk. He decided he would pay him a visit. The woman seemed preoccupied with her own mourning and didn't want to interupt.

Amadeus jumped from the roof top and landed lightly a few grave stones away from the male.
He walked over slowly as the strange man continued to laugh.

"In a merry mood today sir? Or does death ammuse you that much?"

Wellby shut his mouth immediately. Who was this man?

"Death may amuse me, yes, but not often. And please don't call me 'sir', it makes me a little uneasy, unless you intend to make me uneasy, that is." Wellby almost hissed.

He saw the violin case. 'Well a musician we have.' Wellby thought, 'let's give him something to hear.'

Using his Telepathy, he heard the music in his head, filled with sounds of the terrain and a strong drumming beat, and sent it straight into the individual's case.

The violin began to pulse wildly, almost in the rhythm of a fast heart beat. It was angry and it wanted to be heard. Amadeus fluidly unlocked his case in one motion and brought his violin. It was flaring a violent aura around itself and Amadeus could feel its distaste.

"I don't know what you just did but my violin didn't like it." he said, his eyes glaring at the man. Though he doesn't mind allowing others to play on his violin, if you mess with it without his consent and play music on it that is unacceptable to the instrument..... well he tends to lose it.

"Now feel its wrath!"

He began to play his own rhythm, a minuet for the wind. The air around him became dense and formed giant wind blades. Amadeus fired a warning shot just past the individual, scarring the ground to his right side. The blade curved and sliced through one of the head stones that was close by to the lady he had seen from the roof top. Amadeus struck a chord and sent two wind blades straight toward the man.

It was now a turn for Wellby to get confused, which doesn't happen often. A man comes straight toward him out of nowhere, and attacks without motive. How strange.

"Why such hostility? I have done nothing to you. Listen to what the violin was hearing." Wellby sent the music into the man's head.

He dodged to the side to avoid the blades. 'Well, I guess I shall have to show a little of my music.' Wellby thought.

He sped up his rhythm in the man's head, added the flurry of the strings, the resonant winds. Wellby put wind into his mind, with a faint female voice singing gently amidst the power.

This is what it was singing:
Within my heart, burns my sorrow.
While all with eyes, do not see.
Today fades, while on the morrow,
I will rise...with my dream.

The fire within, within.
The burning is intense.
No one is here, no one can hear;
Let my spirit be free.

I now hear the thunder calling,
in the clouds of despair.
'Watch, they cry, 'and tomorrow,
your dream will rise in the air.'

The fire within, within.
The burning is intense.
All will hear, and I not fear;
My spirit has been set free.

Wellby almost cried with emotion.

Amadeus suddenly felt like someone had stamped him with a big jerk label. But he still couldn't ignore the annoyance of his instrument. The idea of someone invading his personal sanctuary in the deepist confides of his mind was theating. He subsided his magic and played along with the song.


Combining ricochet, legato, and staccato bows he made a melody much like a bolero yet it spoke like a romantic sonata. Probably not what the other man had in mind, but Amadeus couldn't help himself sometimes. After he finished playing he put down his instrument and repacked it.

"Just for future reference, never invade the sanctuary that is my mind or whatever it is you did before. My instrument would much appreciate it."

The violin began to pulse again.

"I know, we saw the girl from the roof top remember?"

It pulsed again this time more urgent.

Amadeus looked in the direction the girl was before and found that she was no longer near the grave stone she had been over looking.

"Oh crap, don't tell me I hit her."

Wellby cocked an eyebrow. "You're instrument?" he asked while giving the man a strange look.

"And I am sorry for bothering it, if that's what I did. I meant for the song to go into you're head, but I miscalculated, and it went straight for the violin." he apologized.

Wellby went over to where the man was looking before even thinking. 'Was she hurt bad?', he kept thinking. He asked, "There was someone over here?"

Then he saw someone hiding behind a headstone. "Are you hurt badly?", he asked gently.