Necrosiac 25 - Part 4 of 4 (722 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-12-03 09:26:47 EST
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NECROSIAC 25 Part 4 of 4
It started near the back of his skull. At first it was hardly noticeable, so he busied himself with the spells necessary to mend the blackened cracked shell that had once been his skin.
The Beast within him had already begun to regenerate his dead cells as before, but it was strangely sluggish. Its whisper's had become slurred and drawn out as if it was intoxicated and he came to the realization that he had taxed it beyond its limits. They're union was still young and the casters in the strangely inscribed room where he found himself had forced the Beasts full wrath.
He'd let himself float on the sea of his conceit and almost lost everything. He'd walked into the room with a triumphant smile on his face and become immediately enthralled with the woman standing across the table from him.
Adrian found himself feeling disquietingly embarrassed as he stood over her motionless form where it lay on the floor. With a pained grunt he nudged her white haired scalp with one black toeless stump, and wondered how he could have wanted an old woman as much as he'd wanted her. Looking at her frail broken body filled him with an unaccustomed self loathing. He found himself wanting to deny that he had actually knelt before her and begged her favor, while the boy at her side sent his magic to burn his clothes away and char his flesh.
With a grunt, he brought the skinless blackened bones of his left hand to the cracked dome that was the back of his hairless head and absentmindedly scratched at it.
The itch had begun to worsen as it spread from the back of his head to his ears and mouth but it was nothing compared to the pain encompassing him.
Adrian shivered and moved his hand around to pry open the fused lid of one eye, crying out despite himself. He'd been a student of pain his entire life. He'd studied it since he could remember. He'd practiced it beyond the tutelage of even his father but nothing had even come close to the level of torment he found himself in. Nothing had ever so completely wrapped him in it, from skin to lung, and he wondered if he shouldn't have let the boy have his way just a little longer...
But then, of course, they'd had their way with him from the outset. The Seductresses power had reduced him to a drooling slave and he intrinsically knew there was nothing he could have done. She'd made him a servant to her will almost instantaneously but luckily he hadn't been alone. The Beast inside him had remained untouched and the Beast would have none of it. It had flowed out from him and ripped their lives from them despite Adrian's protestations. It had used every last ounce of its being to pull him back from the abyss and seal his destiny.
"Please... kill me"
With great effort he stirred himself from his musings and rejoined his victim where he lay slumped against the wall in the hall.
"Please... for God's sake"
"No"
The man on the floor looked up and raised one bloody hand from the hole in his stomach pleadingly.
"Why? I just want it to end... pleeeaase!"
Adrian forced his cooked lips to form into as close an approximation of a grin as he could get and answered, his voice raw.
"Because it amuses me. Get up"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. Get up and take me below. Take me to the back entrance"
"I can't!"
"There is no such thing. Do as I say and I will end the pain"
Security Chief Wong got to his knees screaming, and used both hands to pull himself up and lean against the wall.
Adrian opened his mouth to tell his pathetic pet that he knew nothing about pain, but stopped as the itch that had been spreading through his body exploded into blinding life.
"Too Much!"
Immediately he recognized the voice of the Beast within him and understood the sensation ripping through him for what it was. Instantly he knew it as an overloading of power. The power's he'd ripped from the caster's in the room, trying to take root within him as they ripped him apart in their battle to bind themselves to his essence.
"Take me below NOW!"
Doing his best to see through the strange white glare that threatened to blind him, he once again grabbed the man by his drooping intestine, and led him back towards the elevator.
Leland Smithy weakly pressed his daughter's tear streaked face against his shirt, and watched as Preston put a bullet into the head of the thing that had very recently been Billy Pate.
Preston stood in silence for a moment as the gunshot echoed through the medical ward then made a quick sign of the cross and hurried off to see what was keeping the Cleric.
"Dad, you look really really sick!"
"It's ok honey. I'm just a little tired is all"
"Are you going to become one of them?"
Once again he fought his way up from the numbing pool of cold encompassing him and tried his best to look brave.
"No way Babs... You're old man's gonna be giving you away... at your wedding... one day"
For a moment he felt a strange pressure on his chest then realized it was his daughter hugging him, so he tried to move his arm to comfort her but found himself unable to do so.
"Dad?"
He opened his eyes and wondered when he'd closed them, then focused on his daughter, her young face made older by the days events.
"Dad, don't leave"
He opened his mouth to respond but found himself unable to do that either. He was so damned cold, cold and tired, and he found himself yearning for sleep.
"Daddy No!"
Yes, a quick sleep, a short nap to recharge his energy.
Strangely, the cold didn't seem so bad to him anymore, in fact as he lay there drifting away it seemed downright inviting, he could imagine himself wrapped in it like a cool summer breeze, floating away on a blanket of it until...
"DAD!!!"
Suddenly the cold was joined by another feeling and he tried his best to open his eyes once again as he recognized it, but they were too heavy.
Desperately he tried to force himself back to consciousness but knew, even as he put every last ounce of will into it, that he was too weak to fight the sensation starting to grow within him...
The burning desire gnawing at his guts...
The hunger.
Adrian forced himself out of the elevator and gave the wet chord in his hand a tug.
"Which way?"
"GAAAAHH! Thatwaythatwaythatway!"
He turned to look in the direction his mewling pet had pointed then screamed and dropped to his knees as the battle raging inside him reached its crescendo.
The war within him had become an agony beyond anything he'd ever known and he realized he'd been a fool to ever think he knew the slightest thing about pain. One by one he felt his joints pop, organs rupture, and skull crack as the pressure inside grew beyond the bones weakened state, until he could take it no more and wetly screamed over and over again through burst lips.
Then... nothing.
Suddenly the pain was gone as if it had never been there and he found himself whole yet weak. The power that had been set to destroy him, suddenly, inexplicably reduced to the familiar warm glow he and his sister had grown accustomed to.
"It is over. It sleeps now. It grows."
The voice of the Beast spoke weakly as if from somewhere far away and Adrian found himself on his back, staring at the intricate gargoyles carved into the high ceiling above.
"Please... kill me now"
"No" he croaked.
"You promised!"
Adrian struggled to a sitting position and pointed in the direction he'd turned to a few moments earlier.
"The back entrance is that way?"
"Yes! Down... the... hall... follow the red signs!"
With another great effort he stood up and realized he no longer felt any souls bound to his will. He glanced around the empty lobby for a moment and wondered if he'd lost them during the battle with the casters or during his most recent struggle. After a moment he shrugged to himself and decided it didn't matter. He'd done what he had set out to do. He'd done what no one, not even his beloved Sister, had expected of him and it was time to go home. It was time to stand before her and claim his prize.
With a grin he moved to kneel beside his wounded guide and grabbed hold of the sides of his head, placing his thumbs over wet eyes.
"You're right" he cooed "I did make a promise"
Slowly he inserted his thumbs into Wong's eye sockets until he felt the eyes burst and give way to the passage to his brain. He reveled in the last scream of the day as it wound itself out of the dying mans mouth until finally there was nothing but silence.
Several minutes later he exited through the broad metal doors to the rear alley of the building and stared in surprise at the grey van parked at one end and the dark figure waving him towards it.
He hadn't expected his Sister to actually send anyone to courier him home and found himself second guessing her intentions as he staggered weakly to the side door and allowed its occupants to help him inside.
"You are the Necrosiac?"
Adrian looked up at the round fleshy face of the man sitting across from him and nodded.
"You are Hadrian's?"
The man smiled and leaned forward, his black tongue sliding wetly between his chubby lips.
"No" he said "I am a friend. You can call me Mute"
User Reviews
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-14 20:24:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WHY DOES EVERYBODY HAVE TO DIE?
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-06 19:16:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:46:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-06 12:54:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Benny,
Hmmm hints...
Titivillus
If that's spelled right It's a hint.
Careful though. Figuring out what it is may wreck it for you a bit.
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2004-12-05 17:50:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
words....they should've sent a poet....a poet.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2004-12-04 21:06:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
A very cool instalment (I feel sorry for poor old Smithy though). So are you going to give any hints as to what has entered Adrian's body? Perhaps the spirit of the very first Necrosiac?
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-12-04 19:56:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Brilliant as always.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-04 18:40:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I figured that you wouldn't be that vindictive. You don't really need to. But still...
Please get Circe to edit them? Please?
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2004-12-03 18:58:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I am dying for more....give it to me!!! give it to me!!!
oh yeah, you rock, but I've already told you that today.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-03 17:04:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I would never get that vindictive.
I actually really appreciate constructive criticism (sp?)and I always look forward to your comments.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-03 16:32:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Hahah. Don't let that stop you from getting pissy if you really want to. Notice, though, that all of my ratings are +2s. That should count for at least enough to keep you from -2ing all of my posts... right?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-03 16:09:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I wish I could get all pissy about this but you're right.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-03 16:07:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
But I have to say that I can definitely see why Circe needs to/wants to/does edit these. Jeebus christ, try http://www.apostrophe.fsnet.co.uk/ if you have to. The person who invented apostrophies is crying right now. Loudly.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-03 16:05:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
FWAH
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-03 14:04:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Lordy
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-12-03 12:41:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Better and better.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-03 11:45:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, it involves this muscle annnnnnnnnnnnnd this one.
Here, give me your hand, I'll show you.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-03 11:20:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I did see it AshK.
It was very nice. How do you move your pelvis like that?
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-03 11:13:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Did you see it? My happy dance?
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-12-03 10:13:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
ooooh noooo not leland smithy!!
More please!
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-12-03 09:57:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh no he didn't!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-12-03 09:44:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Circe my dear Circe,
There is no number high enough to describe how much you rock.
Wait!
69!
There, that works.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-12-03 09:37:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-12-03 09:37:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
As I have nothing left to say about your awesomeness, I will simply babble random words in each and every review I give you from now on. These can and should be interpreted to mean anything you want them to mean.
Blue. Ride. Light. Fear. Heat. Shake. Drive. Wall. Mine.