Necrosiac 9 (1041 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snark.at.corporatedirtbag.com (View user info) at 2004-08-19 12:33:45 EDT
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NECROSIAC 9
Todd Burk glanced up at security monitor 22-9 just in time to see Agency Director Stevens cut his nose off with a pair of scissors.
The gruesome image didn't register in his mind at first and he stood in a daze trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The video feed coming through the monitor was clear and in color, but somehow didn't seem real.
The scissors must have been dull or simply weren't designed for the task at hand and Todd stood caught in a kind of horrific awe as Stevens severed his nose a little more with each uneven snip, his face contorted into a twisted bloody mask of insanity. The camera in that particular room didn't transmit sound, but it looked to Todd like the Director was screaming, or laughing, or both.
Snip... Snip... Snip...
Todd snapped out of it as Stevens nose fell in a mangled pulpy mess on the table in front of him. Frantically he keyed the microphone on the security desk and yelled into it.
"Who's on 22?! Who's on 22?!"
The response seemed to take forever and he was about to key the mic again when it came "Burk? This is Everson, I'm there over"
"Everson... Jesus!... listen... you gotta... Oh Christ HE'S EATING IT!"
"What?"
"HE'S CHEWING ON HIS FUCKING NOSE!"
"BURK! This is Wong. Calm down son. Get a grip and use proper procedure!" The voice of Security Chief Wong carried the kind of anger that is born of shock. Todd gratefully grabbed hold of the Chiefs voice and grounded himself, leaning on it's familiarity like a drunk on a bar top.
"Roger that. Emergency situation in the Wonder Room. It's Stevens, he's gone mad, over"
The reply came from Everson "Director Stevens? Roger, I'm on it"
Todd shook his head in the feeble hope that it all might be a bad dream, but the bloody image on the screen didn't leave. Stevens was still sitting in the chair, scissors in his left hand, blood streaming down his mangled face and turning the front of his white shirt into a crimson bib.
"This is Wong. I'm next closest... on my way. Everson don't do anything without me if you can, over"
Todd wanted to look away, grab his shit, and go home. The solitary existence he'd been living the six months previous to getting his job didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact it seemed like heaven on earth.
"I quit"
He wondered if he could get his job back running security at the factory.
The image of the Director on screen stood up and looked directly into the camera and for a horrifying second Todd was sure Stevens could somehow see him. Something about the stiff way he stood there made him seem like a marionette, like he'd been stuck in a body he didn't fit into. His arms hung limp at his side scissors held loosely, almost forgotten in his left hand.
His face was almost completely bright red except for a row of sparkling white teeth.
Stevens was grinning like he'd won the Nobel Prize.
"So much blood"
On screen the Director gave a quick wink as if he'd heard him and plunged the scissors into his own gleaming eye socket up to the hilt, the grizzly smile frozen on his face as he crumpled lifelessly to the floor.
"This is Everson. I'm outside the door. What's his status?"
A short while earlier...
Montgomery Kennedy Stevens turned on the digital voice recorder built into the desk in front of him and recited the words he had memorized earlier that day. Half way through he stopped the recorder, rethought what he wanted to say and then finished. He left the recorder on when he was done, sat back, and surveyed his surroundings.
He'd been there several times before, but the room never seemed to lose its strangeness. The unofficial name for it was the "Wonder Room" The company joke being that you had to "Wonder what the hell went on in there." The official name had been forgot by most everyone years earlier.
Every agency building had one, a room specially designed for Seances, or the probing mind of a Seer. This one was round. The white walls and concave roof covered in a tapestry of black and silver runes designed to fortify the magic conducted within. The grey glint of the security camera facing him seemed out of place, like a microwave in Merlin's Cave. The only furnishings consisted of a round black table in the middle surrounded by 7 chairs. A digital voice recorder and several drawers full of crystals, and office paraphernalia were built into the table's sturdy frame.
He put his hand on the file folder on the desk in front of him and for a moment considered opening it, but after a second took his hand away. He knew what was in it. He'd already read the contents at least a dozen times. It contained the lab analysis reports from the explosion in the Morgue, identities of several of the bodies from the Antique shop, the briefing of agent Terri Anaka, and his own report on the findings so far.
The bloated folder seemed to him like a recipe for disaster.
The retrieval of small fragments of platinum in the skull of the deceased Chief Pathologist worried him. The identification of 3 DNA types in the remains of the Necro worried him. The incredible number of undead he had at his disposal prior to agent Anaka's intervention, and the way in which the Caster had booby trapped his own body worried him.
The picture that formed in his mind when he looked at all the pieces of the puzzle together terrified him.
Everything pointed to a possible Necrosiac manifestation, and if his suspicions were correct... well, he didn't want to think about that yet. The possibility existed but, despite the evidence in front of him, was slim. There hadn't been a manifestation since the end of the Second World War, and the Necrosiac in question had been the last of the bloodline.
The history books said they had been wiped out, but not without taking half of Prague with them.
But still, if the caster in the Morgue had been one...
Necrosiacs worked in threes. The number was sacred in Necromantic belief, but Necrosiacs took it a step further. Each member of the trio somehow sharing body parts until they became an undead trinity, a twisted patchwork union of dark purpose.
Necrosiacs were an abomination of magic, and as their power grew the rules of magic stopped applying. They absorbed the power of casters they killed, taking them as their own. The stronger the caster they destroyed the stronger the power the Necrosiac inherited. The power absorbed by one Necrosiac automatically took root in the other two, and grew to full potential over time.
Stevens sat and pondered the possibilities of his suspicions. If you took someone with the power of a Necromancer and gave them the power of say a Cleric you had a very serious threat. Add the talents of a few more disciplines and you had a demon. Add the rest of the magical classes plus the various offshoots like Mattaius Pitt and you ended up with a God.
Luckily no Necrosiac in history had ever reached their full potential, but the possibility was there, and it terrified him.
If the Necro Terri had killed was a simple pretender to the throne then the threat from the other two would have died with him, but if they had already manifested their powers, then they could carry on regardless. They would grow in power and unleash themselves upon the world, and Hell would follow with them.
The question was, had they?
"That's what you've come here to find out old boy"
Time was of the essence, if he was going to find out it had to be now, he didn't have the luxury of following procedure. Every day lost could be a day closer to Armageddon.
Monty Stevens was going to find the other two, and look into their minds. It had been years since he had exercised his power as a Seer but he had been powerful once, and he could still feel his talent burning deep inside.
"God help me"
He opened the file folder with stoic determination and retrieved a small paper envelope. He tore it open unceremoniously and emptied three small shards of platinum into the palm of one hand. If the shards belonged to the suspected Necrosiacs ring like he thought, then it would be a direct conduit to the other two. The ring would have to have been made from the same ore as those carried in the body of the Casters blood relatives.
Stevens adjusted himself to sit as comfortably in the chair as possible, arms placed on the rests beside him. He took a deep centering breath and closed his eyes, concentrating on the shards of metal in his hand. Awakening his gift was difficult at first but he felt himself guided by the power of the room and soon recognized the familiar transcendental warmth as his ability began to connect him to his goal.
He'd forgotten how good it felt to shed himself of the trappings of his body.
"Show me"
With a contented sigh Montgomery Kennedy Stevens gently floated into hell.
User Reviews
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-07 10:19:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd love to come up with something more eloquent in response, but all I've got is; Goddamn.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-12 17:26:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh yeah
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:39:39 EST (#)
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Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-28 04:49:36 EST (#)
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yeah
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-15 16:31:01 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-08-31 11:21:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So damn good!
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-08-23 13:39:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
as always the twistedness of your imagination makes me smile! ~damn fine work, my dear!
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-08-20 15:06:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:34:38 (#)
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I giggled my ass off as I wrote the first third of this story.
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This is why I like you! Giggled indeed.
Another excellent installment! I cringed and made a couple of rude noises during the self mutililation bit, so I have to rate it as superb. This piece did answer some questions, as promised. I can't tell you how much I look forward to Tuesday!
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-08-20 12:09:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*shivers*
I actually cringed while reading the first part. You have an amazing imagination -- I just can't wait to see where this is all leading, as so far the nine parts have seemed very separated from one another. You paint a successful and believable picture of a (future?) where magic and science are intertwined and commonplace, which I think adds to the disturbing chill behind the writing.
Good stuff, need to glue it together though.
Submitted by lrw (user info) at 2004-08-19 16:41:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i'm constantly chewing on my nose.. the texture is fabulous.
good show.
Submitted by Philst82 (user info) at 2004-08-19 16:17:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great as always.
Would give you +3 for refraining from using "peener" but can't.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-19 15:57:39 EDT (#)
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Thanks all,
I am on a 4 day weekend starting tomorrow so no new installments until Tuesday of next week.
Probably have one for Tues - Fri though.
Why go out and live life when I can sit at home and drunkenly write pulp fiction?
Hmmmmmm somethings missing here... something not quite right... as if I hadn't heard from AshK or something...
Submitted by cowstastegood (user info) at 2004-08-19 15:08:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this series. I look forward to every new installment.
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-08-19 13:29:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Simply stunning, the detail you took to describe what he's doing in the first half dear god just made the images jump into my head like a movie.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:50:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You know that unholy glee you feel when you kill people off? The grin on your face when somebody bites it in a really bloody way?
It's the best part of your writing. Just had to come back and tell you that.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:47:42 EDT (#)
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I'm only on part 9 and I just realized that the body count is up to 37 so far.
Weeeeeeeeee
Submitted by WQP at 2004-08-19 12:41:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Make this a movie
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:40:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:34:38 (#)
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I giggled my ass off as I wrote the first third of this story.
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I would have, too. That was glorious.
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:37:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah. That's just a bit wierd.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-08-19 12:34:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I giggled my ass off as I wrote the first third of this story.