Necrosiac 21 (1007 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-10-08 10:41:42 EDT
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NECROSIAC 21
Mute backhanded Madeline hard, knocking her eye patch off and sending her bruised naked body flying backwards onto the musty yellowed sheets of his bed.
He stood for a moment and admired the bony scarred contours of her ass and spine then placed his hand on the head of the dead boy at his side.
"Givvv usss a peek"
Madeline turned over on the bed and brushed wisps of grey hair from her face then spread her legs to expose the plump bulge of scar tissue between them. When she felt he'd seen enough she closed them then sat up and spit, sending a glob of wet slime sailing across the space between them to splatter on one wide round jowl.
"Pathetic" She hissed "Even Hadrian hit me harder than that"
Mute smiled, leaned down and closed his eyes contently as his pet licked the spittle from his stubbly face then straitened again and walked to the side of the bed.
"Yorrr starting to borrrr me luvvv"
Madeline rolled onto her belly then looked over her shoulder at him with her one good eye and a sneer. "You didn't think so last night when you sliced open my ass darling"
She could see from the growing half erect state of the grey protrusion between his legs that her taunts were having the desired effect. Slowly she got up on all fours and waited for her punishment.
Mute turned and crossed to the wooden rack on the wall by the bed, his leather outfit stuck to his bulbous frame creaking with each heavy step, and removed a small whip from the bottom rung. He glanced back at her to make sure she was watching then used it twice on the exposed flesh of one giant cheek where it jutted out, hairy and exposed from the back of his outfit. The sound of the whips crack filled the room twice in rapid succession as it sliced open twin fissures in his leathery buttock.
For a moment he shook with pain filled pleasure then advanced on his lover. Content that he had the correct tool to add to his signature on the latticework of scars on her flesh. He raised one pale fleshy arm then stopped as a polite knock sounded from the door on the other side of the spacious murk of his bedroom.
A quick glance to Madeline told her to get out of sight in the adjoining bathroom as he concealed his outfit under a large red bathrobe then crossed to the door, pet in tow, and opened it just enough to converse with the intruder on the other side.
Madeline watched cautiously from her hiding place behind the bathroom door and strained to make out what was being said but failed.
After a short while Mute nodded and took a small tan folder then closed the door and returned. She could tell from his stern demeanor as he met her at the side of the bed that the night's pleasures were on hold if not cancelled and donned her own robe before joining him where his heavy frame sunk into the thick mattress.
Patiently she waited as he leafed through the typed white sheets within the folder his broad forehead creased in concentration. She knew better than to interrupt him when he was in thought. He was the most powerful among them save the Pentate himself and his trademark unpredictability made him the most dangerous. She'd suffered the consequences of his wrath on more than one occasion. Most noticeably during the last council meeting when she had let her guise of support for the man who had been her husband drop to reveal her true feelings.
Mute had warned her on many occasions to keep her disdain for the Pentate in check and for the last two years she'd always done as he asked, but the madness of the meeting had pushed her past the bounds of restraint. The hatred she'd had for Penance had been almost overwhelming. He'd come into their midst and lulled them with the sweet lies of a false prophet. She'd watched in horror as the proud traditions of the council bent to his whims almost immediately. He'd made the Pact his, this imposter, this charlatan. A man that no one knew who hid behind the blind obedience of the Pentate himself without so much as a pronouncement of lineage. She'd tried to convince Mute of the danger the man represented and eventually succeeded only to watch as the strongest of them had his tongue ripped out and name denied.
Up to that point her hatred had been primarily focused on the "Actor Prophet" but after that it became two fold, focused also on the fool who had brought him into their midst. She'd made an oath to herself and her lover that same night. An oath they'd sworn too and then toasted with the fluids they'd leached from each others veins.
The Pentate must die.
Caught in a fit of seething hatred she'd urged him to destroy Pentate and Charlatan alike the very next day but Mute had always been a strategist. After his encounter he understood the Prophet's power and knew they would have to find an option other than direct confrontation. So he'd become Father's most devout follower aside from Hadrian himself. He'd prostrated himself before his intended victim then watched and waited until the day came where he'd found out about the Antique Shop.
After that it had been a matter of a simple phone call. A quick tip left with an agent by one of Mutes most trusted Acolytes and Penance' fate was sealed.
Once again Madeline had urged him to seize power from the Pentate and once again Mute had decided to wait. The death of Father had thrown the Pact into disarray but Hadrian still held their loyalty. He knew he'd have to wait for the Pentate to let things deteriorate to near disaster if he wanted to take his place as the pacts leader without losing their support. Madeline had argued against his decision at first but he'd convinced her to maintain her mask of support through the slurred voice of his pet, then later with barbed fists.
Finally the Pentate's hold on the council had reached an all time low and he'd summoned them all for another of his droll pleas to stay on the path the late Prophet had laid for them. Madeline had arrived that evening to take her place among them as the vengeful mistress to the new Pentate but instead been confronted with the knowledge that she must now bow down before the bastard offspring of her most despised victim. Rage had stripped her of her self control and she'd let her mask slip.
She'd broken her promise to her long time lover and paid with her eye.
Looking back on it she supposed the loss of an eye wasn't the worst thing. She was self-reanimated after all and could replace it, though finding a good match for eyes and ears was always bothersome. No, the real punishment was the embarrassment of her brutal disfigurement in front of her hateful peers. That she was the most despised of the Pact wasn't a secret to her. She'd been an unforgiving mistress during her time at the side of the Pentate and had made enemies while safeguarding his interests. Later, when he had dismissed her from his house she'd made more as she abused one alliance then another before taking Mute as her lover. She supposed she would have eventually been destroyed by one of them if not the Pentate himself had she not given herself to the enigma beside her.
Her alliance with Mute had been her salvation. That she was his lover was common knowledge among the pact save Hadrian but she understood that none would dare bring the news to him. The man beside her was universally feared and widely regarded as the second in line for leadership. The Pentate was too widely respected for anyone to challenge him outright nor loved enough for anyone to step to his aid. The game she played was dangerous but she knew it was the only one she had left and her weary soul could do nothing but follow it through to its end.
Mute finished reading the papers in his hand then thrust them towards her with a dissatisfied grunt.
Madeline took them and recognized them immediately as the intelligence report he'd ordered his Prime Acolyte to compile for him. She read through them slowly then handed them back.
"This is going to destroy us all"
Mute disdainfully threw the papers on the floor in front of him and gave her a quick nod.
Madeline moved to sit cross legged on the floor below him. She needed to read his face and she had learned the hard way that he always opened up a little more if she put herself in a position of apparent servitude.
"We've killed agents... Even though we've lost more than twice their number the fools are going to look at this day and rejoice. They're going to see it as a battle won instead of a coffin nail"
Mute cleaned dusty grey deposits from the corner of his large faded blue eyes with two meaty fingers, then grabbed his pets arm and dragged it close enough to put his hand on its familiar perch at the top of its head.
"It isss our dooom"
"So we just lie here and wait for a Strike Team to murder us? We have to do something! It's only a matter of time before the agency learns of the Pact. We hand them a thousand clues with the death of every Acolyte! What happens if they catch one of us alive my love?"
He didn't respond. Instead he stared at the floor, his face angry yet thoughtful as he slid a piece of paper in a circle on the polished hard wood with one blue bloated toe.
"What are you thinking?... Mute?... My Love?"
"Silensss Bitchhh!"
Madeline recognized the warning for what it was and became silent. Dutifully she prostrated herself on the floor and placed her head on his feet, content to let him strategize without her. For a moment she turned her thoughts to her husband and thought if he had learned to treat her like that, she might never have betrayed him and lost her place at his side. She might have been there to dissuade him from the poisonous influence of Luis Penance.
A hard nudge from one fat icy foot ripped her from her reverie and she returned to her position cross legged before him.
"Weeee doooo asss beforrr"
"Give them to the Agency?"
"Yessss"
Madeline adjusted her position on the floor, more out of discomfort with using the Agency than the wood beneath her. They'd successfully used it for their own purposes once before and the results had almost brought them what they desired, but the enemy was far from gullible and the risk that contact would eventually lead them to Mute was very real. The risk was immense but then so was the reward. She made to lend her support to his plan but faltered as another concern made itself apparent in her mind.
"What if the Agency fails? What if he really does have Penance' spawn and they are indeed Necrosiac?"
Mute snorted and sneered down at her.
"Doesn't matterrr they bring usss to ruin" Slowly he extended his leg and traced the creases of her forehead with the long jagged nail of his big toe. "They will at leassst fall beforrr the military"
Madeline reveled in the sensation of the nail scratching a path along her skin before entering the raw empty socket of her eye. She moaned with pain and pleasure for a moment then said "And then we can finally take our rightful place and rebuild the Pact"
"Yessss"
"And then you can replace your tongue and reclaim your name"
"Yessss"
"When?"
Mute bent his leg back to the floor in front of him then stood and dragged his pet to a large simple painting of a crow on the wall and stood before it in apparent appraisal.
Madeline stood up as well and adjusted her robe then answered her own question. "We need to find out where Hadrian has them cooped up. We need to wait until all three are together"
Mute nodded but didn't take his eyes from the painting.
Madeline gathered the papers from the floor at her feet and considered the task at hand. She was the most hated of the Pact but she also commanded the most Acolytes. Through them she had access to the secrets of the other's including the household of the Pentate. She sorted the papers in her hands thoughtfully then spoke again "That is a task best left to me of course. It may take some time but I believe I can find out"
"Yessss"
"And then?"
Mute turned towards her and smiled. He canted his head to look wistfully down at the his most necessary pet, then crushed its skull with one meaty hand. The room filled simultaneously with the dry cracking of bone and wet sucking sound of brain squeezing through the gaps between fingers. The thing beside him crumpled lifelessly to the floor at his feet, spilling grayish red liquid and tissue across it in a wide fan as if someone had dropped a bowl of tomato slug soup.
Mute stared at the destroyed figure beneath him for a second, his expression almost sad then turned to the painting, pulled on the bottom corner and swung it open on hidden hinges to reveal the grey metallic face of an old fashioned wall safe.
A quick look of warning told Madeline to stay where she was and keep quiet. As usual, she did her best to comply despite her natural tendency to speak her mind.
Mute worked the dial to the safe then pulled it noiselessly open and reached deep inside then removed a large rune covered jar and turned to face her. He looked at the grey container in his hands indecisively for a moment before grunting in self affirmation and unceremoniously ripping off the leather seal from its top. Slowly he tilted his head back, opening his mouth wide and poured thick black liquid into it until it overflowed his gaping maw and ran thickly down his chin to stain black the robe around his chest, belly and the floor at his feet.
The realization of what he had done caused Madeline to smile despite herself as she took a tentative step towards him, calling him by his old name.
"Terrence..."
With a grin he brought his eyes to hers, shook his head and let the remaining liquid held within join the rest on his body and floor. After a moment he closed it again and wiped his jowls with the forearm of his robe then ran his glistening black tongue over lips and chin as if stretching a stiff muscle.
"Call me Mute" he replied wetly.
User Reviews
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-19 04:13:42 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 19:26:53 EDT (#)
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The plot thickens...
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-05-06 03:17:50 EDT (#)
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DEAL!
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-06 01:31:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-18 12:33:26 (#)
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Wow Munkey,
Thanks for reading all my shit!
One day when I'm gainfully employed as a writer of Archie Comics I will remember you and send you a lifetime subscription to Betty and Veronica.
ive read up to here, i would also like a lifetime subscription, to jughead and moose tho
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:43:58 EST (#)
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Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by Jo_of_the_golden_P (user info) at 2004-11-29 21:36:43 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-22 16:56:59 EST (#)
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thank you for writing these. I enjoyed them very much!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-18 12:33:52 EST (#)
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Oooops
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-18 12:33:26 EST (#)
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Wow Munkey,
Thanks for reading all my shit!
One day when I'm gainfully employed as a writer of Archie Comics I will remember you and send you a lifetime subscription to Betty and Veronica.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-17 16:57:06 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2004-10-13 06:28:59 EDT (#)
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Dude.
Submitted by indepth25 (user info) at 2004-10-13 01:15:06 EDT (#)
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Dirty dead sex... is it wrong to have a boner right now? If so then I'll enjoy being ever so wrong as always
Submitted by Jogging_Monkey (user info) at 2004-10-12 10:11:52 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Ancius (user info) at 2004-10-12 08:33:20 EDT (#)
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Whoa.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-10-10 13:56:54 EDT (#)
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Ha. For some reason this made me smirk. But in a good way.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-10-09 17:12:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Dude I love this series more the deeper it gets. I'd like to see a bit more plot development a bit quicker, but this is because I am impatient and need stuff happening now, quick, fast! Still cannot knock it though hurry up with the next installment!
You seem to appreciate my writing and seeing as no one rated it who's opinions I care about if and when you get the time take a trundle on over to http://www.ubersite.com/m/46416 and tell me what you think.
Submitted by NoahsArk (user info) at 2004-10-09 16:53:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
nigger nigger nigger
* these are awesome, my bad
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-10-08 15:28:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I am much better, thanks. Friday afternoon S&M really helps things along, so I appreciate it.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 13:33:21 EDT (#)
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Bahahaha!!!
Wazz you rock.
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-10-08 13:23:46 EDT (#)
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Damn those treacherous conspirators! Do they not realize their blasphemous divergence from The Path?!
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-10-08 12:31:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fantastic! You really are perverse!
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-10-08 12:00:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great. But, thanks for the interuption to weird dead people sex. This really is twisted. Really.
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-10-08 11:36:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Brilliant. But disgusting. Which is the best kind of brilliant.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 11:22:56 EDT (#)
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Oh it is.
I wrote half of it last night. Then showered twice.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-08 11:13:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:43:36 (#)
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Wed I am posting a story about my last visit with Circe in Australia
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Hahahahahahahah!!!
Make it dirty.
Submitted by Feijuada (user info) at 2004-10-08 11:10:19 EDT (#)
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Naked.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:52:47 EDT (#)
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Circe,
Thanks as always! You rock!
After the dismal performance of my last post I am putting this up with crossed fingers.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:51:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:48:33 (#)
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Whips and blood and pain, oh my...
Heh. This was kickass, Snark.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:48:33 EDT (#)
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Whips and blood and pain, oh my...
Heh. This was kickass, Snark.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:44:43 EDT (#)
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AshK,
Hospital?
You OK?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-10-08 10:43:36 EDT (#)
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Necrosiac just hit legal drinking Age in the U.S.
I have big plans for it tonight south of the border.
Next one should be up Tuesday.
Wed I am posting a story about my last visit with Circe in Australia