Necrosiac 18 (1040 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-09-22 11:28:56 EDT
This is one half of Chapter 18. I'll post 18.5 on Friday...
Go here to find the first 17 starting with "The Death of Mattaius Pitt"
http://www.ubersite.com/u/snark
NECROSIAC 18
Markus got out of the agency sedan parked in front of his house and angrily slammed the door behind him then turned and glared threateningly at its occupants until they drove off.
The ride back from the shop had been unpleasant. Pitt had stubbornly tried to convince him of the importance of what they had left behind and the two had become embroiled in a heated argument that eventually ended with yelled threats and personal insults. Terri had stayed out of it for the most part, once in awhile shaking her head in disbelief while she did her best to concentrate red faced on the road in front of her. As they grew closer to his house she'd broken her silence to interrupt the fight with the insistence that they stay as backup until he had Anna safely packed into their truck and on the way to the Agency.
Tasker would have none of it. Egged on by the soulless advice of Spivey in his ear he had basically told them to fuck themselves. He'd had it with them. He was tired of being an unwilling accomplice to their flagrant disregard for personal safety and procedure. He'd been doing his best during his time with them to turn a blind eye but the day's brush with death had brought him to the limit of what he could take and beyond. He had a wife and career to think about and as far as he was concerned, his assignment to two loose cannons, who obviously had more attitude than professionalism, could do nothing but send his future into the toilet. He'd worked to hard to climb the ladder in the Agency to let two conceited self absorbed army brats take him down with them.
The gravelly voice of Spivey mirrored his thoughts as usual
"That guy's a total Motherfucker"
Markus watched the sedan slowly round the corner at the end of the street then turned towards the house. He didn't want to go in just yet. He needed time to calm down. Seeing him worked up like he was would only serve to alarm his wife and he knew her delicate temperament would have a hard enough time with the news he brought as it was. He needed to be strong for her.
Spivey slid around to his other ear "That guy is a total mess Chief. I've never seen someone so deep in self denial. It's pathetic if you ask me... which you never do. If I were you I'd Nuke him"
Markus took a deep breath and shook his head "How many times do we have to discuss this Spive? I can't just Nuke everyone who pisses me off. Besides as much as they get under my skin I have to admire their tenacity. Anaka would be an excellent partner if she wasn't so susceptible to Pitt's whims"
"I'll never understand you humans, life would be so much simpler if you just did what needed to be done"
"Listen buddy, just because you don't have a soul doesn't mean you can't practice a little discretion now and then"
"Yeah yeah, another one of your self limiting expressions Boss"
Markus chuckled and turned towards the front of his house "Thank god I didn't make you into a cat. Half the city would have their eyes clawed out by now"
"Hey I just calls it as I sees it. Pitt's a fucked up brother. He's been suppressing whatever he is for so long that I can almost see the seams tearing. He's like a gas can been in the sun to long"
"Whatever he is?"
"Yeah... there's something about him... I can't put my tail on it... but it's dangerous and it's deep inside"
Markus glanced back down the maple tree framed street in the direction the car had gone and ran a hand over the smooth top of his head.
"I had better warn Smith when we get to the agency"
Spivey yawned in his ear and said "Whatever, I'm spent. Wake me up when we get to home office" then slid below Tasker's neckline to regenerate.
Markus gave himself a quick stress relieving shake then turned to survey the brick front of his townhouse with pride. The building before him cemented his decision to ask for a transfer to another team. He had worked too hard for the home before him to let his soon to be ex teammates bring it all to ruin. The modest two story structure wasn't so much a piece of architecture as a trophy, nor a home so much as a monument. To him every deep red brick represented an achievement, a milestone on the grueling journey from ghetto to arrival. It was his haven from the evil that walked the earth, as much as the loving woman inside was his ward against the madness that came with it.
Lost in momentary reverie, he ran one finger over the wide gold wedding band on his left hand and wondered for the thousandth time how he had ever been so lucky as to have Anna. They'd been married for almost nine years but to him it seemed like they'd been comfortably together forever. He supposed if there were any term accurate enough to describe what they had together it would be "Soul Mate"
Feeling a bit more relaxed, Markus walked up the white cement steps to the front door, unlocked it and stepped into the familiar cozy interior.
"Babe, you up?"
Anna worked from home and it wasn't uncommon for her to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She was a gifted Enchantress and divided her time between filling special orders for the more affluent residents of the city and working her magic on items provided by various non profit charity organizations. She was a hard worker and often taxed her skills by noon then napped for an hour or two to regenerate.
A quick glance at her shoes sitting in the open closet beside the entrance confirmed she was home and probably sleeping. Briefly he toyed with the urge to join her in bed, maybe surprise her with the afternoon love making he knew she enjoyed before breaking the news that they had to leave home for awhile but he thought better of it. They were probably in as much danger as anyone else and the earlier fight had taxed his powers as much as his nerves.
He unceremoniously kicked off his shoes and shut the door behind him then walked into the bright kitchen to grab a quick snack before tending to the unenviable business of disturbing the comfortable routine of the woman he loved. He opened the fridge and made a quick scan for the leftover chicken from the previous night's dinner then grunted as a familiar tightness on the skin of his chest told him Spivey was stirring awake.
He'd hoped Spivey would sleep awhile. He could do without the devil in his ear while he broke the news to his wife but already he could feel him sliding up.
"Boss we have to go! We have to go now!"
The panic in Spivey's voice almost made him drop the milk carton in his hand. He'd heard his familiar excited before, even scared but never anything like this. He replaced the carton in the fridge and closed it.
"Easy buddy... what's up?"
"Oh shit chief I shouldn't have slept. There's something here! Something evil... I can feel it writhing around us! Its like we're on the threshold of hell!"
Markus pulled his pistol from under his jacket and flipped off the safety then turned towards the hall entrance and the stairs which lead up to the bedroom.
"Anna"
"Let's go Chief! Oh shit lets go! This is BAD!"
Markus took a step towards the hall as his heart began to pound in his chest.
"Oh no, Anna"
"Leave her! Get us out of here now or we're dead!"
He took another step then stopped and looked down as something on the floor caught his eye... something red.
He knelt to examine it closer then felt his heart drop as his eyes told him what his head didn't want to believe.
Blood.
"Anna!" The yell exploded through the warm space of his home but did not return with an answer.
"Boss! Boss! Boss! Oh No! Oh No! We have to GO!"
Markus fought to push down the geyser of panic straining for release from his gut. The urge to charge up the stairs to his wife was almost overwhelming but somehow he managed to retain self control. Spivey was never wrong. His feel for the presence of dark things was strangely powerful for a familiar. Time and time again it had proven invaluable and without error. The advanced warning it provided had helped them out of so many sticky situation in the past that they had dubbed it "Spivey Sense". He knew better than to ignore it now. There was no way he was leaving his home without Anna but he wouldn't be doing her any good charging headlong into death.
He and Spivey had faced danger alone before and there was no reason to believe they couldn't do it again but then he'd never felt Spivey freak out like this either.
He stepped into the hall and brought his pistol up with one hand while simultaneously summoning the reserve of his power to the other. Satisfied that the carpeted space and wooden steps to the second floor were clear, he did his best to clear his mind and whispered to his panicked Familiar "Spive were going to find Anna and then all three of us are getting out in one piece but I'm going to need your help"
"No! Let's go!"
"C'mon buddy, we don't have time for this. I need you focused"
"This is bigger than us boss, it's bigger and stronger and it'll swat us down like a fly and then I'm going to Cease!"
The words threatened to break the dam he'd put up in front of the tide of panic within him but he reinforced it with resolve. He'd never heard Spivey so afraid to Cease. Familiars didn't possess a soul and couldn't technically die. But they could cease to exist. It was not in their nature to genuinely care about their masters. They carried out the casters will because they were bound to it more than any sense of duty or personal feeling. Every Familiar was naturally endowed with a healthy sense of self preservation and the thought of Ceasing was perhaps the only thing that scared them. The fact that Spivey was reacting the way he was told Markus that whatever he was up against was darker than anything they'd faced before. He felt a sense of dread add its weight to the other side of the dam, threatening to break it, but he could also see his wife's smiling face. Somewhere in the house was Anna and she was probably hurt. He needed to stay strong.
He gave his head a shake to clear it.
"Think Man... Ok... Spive can you at least tell me what it is... where it is?"
"I don't know! It's just Motherfucking Evil" Spivey's gravelly voice had taken on a peculiarly high keen, like a dog who knows he's about to be whipped "It's everywhere! I can't see its center... upstairs maybe"
"Right, then we clear the bottom first"
"Call the Agency! Wait for backup!"
Markus reached down to the phone at his belt but thought better of it and hit his panic button instead. The director wasn't able to dispatch a team to the shop and probably wouldn't have the resources to get one to his house in a timely manner. With any luck control would contact Pitt and Anaka and redirect them back to him when the signal from the device at his belt triggered the alarm. He didn't have time to chat or wait for backup.
Anna needed him.
Slowly he made his way towards the stairs one step at a time keeping his pistol dead center with his line of site. He turned at the bottom of the stairs and swung right into the dining room towards the entrance to the living room on the wall diagonally across from him. His eyes and aim darted from ceiling to corner to shadowed nook straining to see every detail, every possible threat without losing the big picture of his surroundings. He left arm throbbed electrically with the remains of his power as he kept it on the verge of release. Satisfied the dining room was clear he swung left through the well lit living room one step at a time as before then left again through his study to the hall beyond until he found himself once again at the bottom of the steps.
All clear.
Relatively confident he wasn't going to be attacked from behind during his ascent, he placed a tentative foot on the first step and slowly made his way up.
He could feel the skin on his neck twitching as Spivey danced about nervously.
"Boss this is bad! This is really really bad!"
Markus ignored him and kept his mind on the task at hand as he reached the landing then swung around quickly preparing to fire as the wooden creak of a stair behind him sounded out.
Nothing.
Just as quickly he swung back around barely remembering to breath, relieved to find the landing above empty as well.
To his immediate right was the closed door he knew led to a small guest bedroom. The landing he was on led perpendicular to the stairs for about twenty feet to another closed door which opened to the master bedroom. Half way on the left hand side opposite the railing another door led into the adjoining bathroom. It too was closed.
"We're in it now Boss! It's so fucking thick!"
The master bedroom at the end of the hall seemed a million miles away and the familiar urge to charge through reared its scaly head once again but he didn't dare leave room for attack from behind. He wiped the sweat building up on his forehead with one jacket covered bicep then turned to the door to the spare bedroom and placed his pistol against the solid wood. He grabbed the doorknob with his free hand and instantly recoiled as it encountered something sticky and wet.
A quick glance at his hand confirmed his worst fears.
More blood.
"Boss I'm so glad I can't shit myself"
Once again Markus ignored the panicked voice at his ear and placed his hand on the crimson knob of the door.
Slowly he turned it and prepared to unleash hell.
User Reviews
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-07 14:00:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Tasker's a bit uptight. But I'd rather he didn't get absorbed, please. I like Spivey (as in thrive or privy?).
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-19 04:13:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
There are a solid four pages of +2 streaks with 30 or more reviews. That is stupid. I am weeding it all out by giving every one of them a +1; that way posts that have 1.99 with 200+ reviews gets best ever.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-14 12:30:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
NO SPIVEY DON'T DIE
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-05-05 22:56:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i have no idea what is going on.
and thats a good thing.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-05 22:43:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:43:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-28 23:24:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Jesus Fucking Christ
Submitted by Jo_of_the_golden_P (user info) at 2004-11-29 21:38:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-16 16:32:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
If you kill off Spivey I will be majorly pissed.
Okay... on to the next one.. ( afraid to look )
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-23 09:24:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yes, please!
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-09-22 16:44:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I got to the end of this story and said out loud "THAT SON OF A BITCH!" and I meant it with all of my heart hahaha. Please notify me with the second half of this comes out. So are we all wishing lewd and sexually inappropriate comments AshK's way friday then?
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-09-22 15:48:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-09-22 15:16:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You guys are the high point of my day!
AshK...I have a full day to prepare for the lewd birthday wishes, you're in for a real treat!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-22 15:08:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
By Popular demand I choose death by windmill.
Let the Dutch flogging begin.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-22 14:57:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Xena. Thank you! I will expect lewd offers of a sexual nature on Friay, and that is that!
Snark. Windmill, man. Go with the windmill.
Waz. TYVM for d hpbday. er something like that!
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-09-22 14:09:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
btw h-b-day AK!
Submitted by bootleg <arrdvark_72.at.hotmail.com> at 2004-09-22 13:21:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
thank you for taking away some of my boredom in computer IS 1420...computer easy
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-22 13:19:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
AHAHAHAHAA!
Good god I have to choose?
Please bury me with the shoes.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-09-22 13:14:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Snark....choose the windmill!!!!
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-22 13:11:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Snark, you bastard. I read that and lost it laughing. My fiance, my very, very Dutch fiance, heard me and said "What are you laughing at, honey?"
The result of the following few minutes is this question to you: what would you rather be beaten to death with, wooden shoes or a windmill?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-22 13:04:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ohhhh
I like where this is going...
Circe,
I just spewed the sum total of my knowledge of all things Dutch and defiled the internet with it.
It should flop into your gmail account soon.
Just wanted to say sorry in advance...
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-09-22 13:01:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I loved the panic in spivey..it made me edgy!!!
Ohhh...I can't stand the suspense...You really do Rock!
AshK... Happy birthday! (a day early)but I'm boycotting Ubersite till the other half of 18 is up!!!
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:59:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Man oh man, can't wait until Friday!
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:56:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wooo! Go SPMB (Sex Post on My Birthday)
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:51:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's not my birthday, and uh.. I'm depressed about it. I'd like some lewd suggestions and inappropriate sexual advances, too.
Hey, Ash - when I have my perfect universe happening, and Snark chained to my wall, you wanna come over and play?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:43:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ashk,
BAH!!!
It's your bday!!!
I'll try to give ya all 3
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:37:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Snark,
DON'T RUSH! I just thought you needed a rasher of shit, today. I will accept lewd advances and dirty suggestions to celebrate another year starting.
Submitted by Jogging_Monkey (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:08:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I dunno how you're doing it but don't fucking STOP!!!!
You know you should think of makin this in to an all out novel ... you have my support!!!! reading this in installemts is making me CRAZY!
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-09-22 12:02:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn.
This series is just so damn good.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-22 11:53:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ashk,
I will do my best to have it for you tomorrow.
No promises.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-22 11:48:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit!
That's all I can muster.
Damn.
My birthday is tomorrow and I am going to cry because I don't get to read 18.5 until Friday. I just thought I would share my pain with everyone.
I'm going to go read this again.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-09-22 11:46:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Friday. Nooooooooooooooo.
I can't wait that long.
I really don't know how you keep this so consistently good.