Monday, May 30, 2011

The Gathering p. 3

" well my little pudding, care to dance?" Nox appeared out of the gloom, her unveiled power rippling along her body as she walked towards the centre of the plaza.

" Well, if it isn't queen bitch herself." Lucas turns his head slightly, staring at her from the corner of his eye, malevolence rolling of his skin in waves.

" Petulant, little pudding." Frowning, Nox studied the bloodied corpse lying nearby.
" I see you are wasting your time with clay again Lucas. How many did you have to kill for that puppet this time?"

" Not enough bitch, the vermin are plenty. Killing a few to animate my toys are beneath my notice."
"Besides, I like it." Showing his teeth in a rictus of a smile Lucas licks his stubby fingers.
" I can almost taste you on my skin. Remember Nox, when I hand my hands under your skin? I can still feel the spasm of your muscles as I tear through them, one layer at a time."

" Your screams, like music."

" Come Nox, sing for me."

Even as he utters the last words a blast hits him against the chest, the concussion sends a shock wave around the plaza, shaking the stone loose from its foundations.

The Gathering p. 2

" Well now, do tell, do tell who is the vile bastard that has caused all this strife"

Small swirls and eddies play through the mist as the voice rebounds around the plaza. Slowly the mist started to churn at the centre of the plaza, forming the shape of a short rotund man in a bright red long coat.

" So glad to see your sense of style did not desert you like the rest of your sanity, Lucas " said Crow.

" Caw, caw, it speaks. Shut your trap when confronted by your betters." Lucas danced a few steps. Twirling around he unleashed a wave of burning mist towards Crow.

Crow's aura solidified into a wall of pure darkness, swallowing the burning mist.

"Pathetic as always."

With a smile Crow retaliated, blades of darkness lashing out towards Lucas. Blades tore into the fat little man shredding his cloak. His body fell to the cold stone torn to pieces, red mist leaking into the air from thousands of cuts.

A shrill piercing laugh, screaming from the surrounding mist.

"Did you honestly think it would be that easy, come on Crow! Show me what you got.
Are you scared of the fat little man, poor old INSANE little me!"

Giggling like a school girl, Lucas steps out of the mist.

"You missed."

Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Gathering

Silently the mist flows down the quite streets, the darkness oppressive in the haunting gloom. My footsteps echo strangely, as if someone is following in my shadow.

I enter the plaza through a veil of mist, tendrils cling to my clothing as if the mist is reluctant to let go. A cold light illuminates the plaza, the only sound a faint crack of discharged static energy that slowly becomes louder.

Calmly I wait, hands held loose at my side for the others to arrive. To my left the mist billows as if a giant hand is pushing against it, tearing as a figure emerges.
The aura of virulent power that radiate from the man causes the hair on my neck to rise.

Show off I think to myself, with a hint of a smile.

The scuff of a boot sole against the paving is the only warning I get to the arrival of the next guest. Like a ghost the the shadow in the mist is revealed, tall, lithe and deadly.

" All this lurking and skulking around is so uncivilized."

The high pitched voice shatters the silence, only to dissipate in the oppressive plaza.

" Come now, we are all betrayed and all betrayers until we find the ones responsible" squeals the voice.

" We know who is responsible Lucas. That is why we are here."