Necrosiac 32 (817 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2005-01-12 10:39:00 EST
The first 31 Chapters are here starting with "The Death of Mattaius Pitt":
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NECROSIAC 32
"This isn't right! This isn't right at all!"
Doctor Fester leaned over the panting unconscious body of Mattaius Pitt and brought both hands to the side of his head in surprise and frustration.
Terri finished placing the last baseball sized Runestone on the final round silver top of six small metal stands surrounding the examination table and asked "What's wrong?"
Fester didn't reply at first. He stood and shook his head as if in a state of disbelief then finally turned towards her crossly and shook one knobby finger at her, like a school teacher would a wayward child.
"You said he wasn't a caster" he admonished "You said he carried no magical entities save his tattoos, but this man is obviously a mage"
Terri stood with a scowl and forced images of Markus Tasker's broad smiling face from her mind, her arms crossed defiantly across her chest.
"He's not a mage. The Familiar transferred from the undead Mage he was forced to kill"
Fester raised one questioning eyebrow and turned thoughtfully back to his patient.
"Really?" he said "That shouldn't be possible... I've never seen a familiar like this... well in any case this explains in part why nothing I've tried has worked so far..."
"Can you still cure him?"
"Well this does indeed complicate things. I can't deny that. Nevertheless, I believe I can still stop the Mobian..."
"Then shut up and do it"
Fester shot her a cross look then turned back to his patient and scratched absentmindedly at his oozing face.
"There's something else going on here" he said as much to himself as Terri "I've used as much of my ability as I dare to this evening. Despite my best efforts I don't seem to have made a noticeable difference in his condition"
"Are you saying he's getting worse?" she asked.
Fester waved his hands absentmindedly at the stones he'd instructed her to place around the table and replied. "No those will keep him from deteriorating further. There's something else at play here... it's as if he's being re-infected..."
A thousand decidedly pointed remarks begged release from Terri's mouth but she bit her tongue in the hope that her silence would give Fester the freedom he needed to reason things through.
Fester stood straight, took a step back and grabbed a towel from a nearby stand to wipe his face. He stood with his face covered for a moment and let the fluids from his postulating visage seep into the soft material, then discarded it with a flourish into a bin at the foot of the table and bent to retrieve a scalpel from the tray next to him.
"Yes" he mumbled "That must be it" then turned his head towards Terri again and asked "You said he was bitten?"
Terri looked suspiciously from ravaged face to glinting scalpel and nodded her head.
"I need to cut into him" said Fester matter-of-factly
"You'll do no such thing" replied Terri in like fashion.
Fester brought the scalpel up while raising his other hand open palmed as if he was the victim of a hold up.
"I think I know what the problem is but I have to re-open his shoulder"
Terri put her hand on the butt of her pistol where it hung under her jacket. For the thousandth time since her arrival, she struggled with the urge to shoot him in his oozing face.
"If you cut into him you had better find something convincing" she warned "If you don't I'm libel to accidentally discharge my gun into someplace non fatal but very painful"
To her surprise and chagrin, Fester grinned good naturedly and nodded "Such spirit!"
Fester pulled down the mask from its perch on his forehead in order to prevent any excess fluids from dripping into the wound he was about to reopen and bent to his task.
Terri watched suspiciously as he went to work then quickly went to stand on the other side of the table to better see the operation.
"Suction" the doctor commanded.
"Huh?"
"Suction... The thing with the tube, there on the stand, bring it over and suck the blood from the wound so I can see what I'm doing"
Terri reluctantly did as he asked, while doing her best to keep on guard should she find the small razor sharp blade suddenly aimed in her direction.
"I need... oh never mind I'll get it."
Fester threw the scalpel nonchalantly on the tray and picked up what looked to Terri like extra large tweezers.
He worked the instrument between thumb and forefinger for a second as if testing its viability then turned back to the rapidly filling trench of the reopened wound and said
"Suction again please"
Terri put the tube to the open wound again then stood back and watched as his gloved disfigured yet deft hands expertly probed and prodded.
After a few moments he glanced up at her, winked, and pulled the instrument out of the wound with a wet pop.
Between the metal tips she could clearly see the undeniable form of a blood smeared tooth.
"This should simplify things somewhat" he announced.
Terri nodded "What now?"
Fester let his arms slump dejectedly to his sides, apparently disappointed at the absence of any heart felt accolade for his discovery.
"Now I stitch him up again" he replied almost morosely "Then we eat bacon and eggs"
"No way. Get your dripping ass back to work"
"Perhaps you weren't listening earlier my dear..."
Terri cut him off with a half shout.
"Don't call me that. Don't EVER call me that"
For a second she thought by the look on his face that the doctor might actually be hurt but his pained expression quickly passed and he resumed his usual nonchalant attitude.
"Fair enough" he replied "Perhaps you weren't listening earlier Agent Anaka. I have exercised my talent as much as I dare tonight... this morning" Once again he removed his mask to reveal his ravaged face. "As you can see, I've learned the hard way to use it sparingly"
Terri sighed with frustration and nodded at her now smoothly breathing partner.
"How long"
"Time will tell. For now, we both need sustenance and rest"
"I'm not hungry"
"Really Agent Anaka, must you always be so tempestuous?"
Terri smiled ruefully.
"Very well. I don't have the energy to argue. There's a spare room in my apartment upstairs. You can sleep there..."
"Here is fine"
"As you wish" the doctor replied, his voice full of resignation "You can have the cot against the wall. There are spare blankets in the cupboard and surgical gowns in the closet beside it. I'll wake you when it's time to resume our efforts"
"I don't plan on sleeping"
Fester squinted at her through the mask and for a second she thought he might retaliate physically against her constant insolence. Instead he visibly relaxed and turned to leave the room.
"Whatever you like. I should warn you that the days ahead will be long for both of us. Things will go easier on you if you're rested"
Terri didn't answer, content to watch as he strode out of the room and closed the door behind him with a muttered "Good Night"
She stood frozen in position for a few minutes and strained to hear any sign of his presence on the other side of the door, then went to it and looked for a way to lock it from the inside. When she found none, she brought one of the spare stands to it and wedged it under the knob as a makeshift brace.
Confident that, even if it didn't hold, it would make enough noise to alert her to any unwanted intrusions, she returned to her partner's side and surveyed his condition.
Mattaius lay on the table, his skin as grey and cold as before, but she took comfort in the fact that his breathing had at least taken on a deep steady rhythm. The new wound on his shoulder seemed expertly stitched and she found herself wondering how Fester had done it. Try as she might she couldn't remember him working with needle and thread but she found herself too exhausted to put more than a cursory thought to it.
She was about to turn and examine the cot across the room, when suddenly the bright red form of Spivey darted from beneath the covers to examine the wound, turned, gave her the finger and disappeared back to wherever he'd been hiding.
Despite the evenings events, and what she suspected would follow, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
Ten minutes she lay on the cot and tried to force her sluggish mind to focus on her situation. She decided there was no way in hell she was going to sleep a wink while in the doctor's home. Her distrust for the man ran as deeply as her hate. She'd spent many a sleepless night in the Corp and knew from past experience that, if need be, she could function for days without rest.
Five minutes later she fell into a deep sleep.
She slept as if she hadn't done so in years.
She slept, and eventually, she dreamed.
She dreamed of her father screaming in the night. She relived - in foggy reverberating unreality- so many nights spent huddled under the bed in her room as the house shook with his terror. The terror that had wrapped her family like a blanket of thorns, never decreasing in intensity and always accompanied by the strangely high and unmistakably panicked voice of the strongest man she'd ever known.
Finally, as always, the horror came to an end as her unconscious mind echoed mercilessly, in the same way it had a thousand times before, with the name given to her family's torment and her fathers irreversible insanity.
"FESTER!"
"FESTER!"
"FESTER!"
User Reviews
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2009-06-05 12:47:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-08 04:15:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
libel = liable
And from earlier posts;
teaming = teeming
martial = marshal
disparaging = I think you meant discouraging
Your stories are riveting, but your work would benefit greatly from someone proofreading it before you post.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-16 19:49:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-06 21:04:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Charred (user info) at 2005-03-31 16:48:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Seriously?
Find a publisher.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2005-03-28 04:38:40 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-01-14 00:09:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Asskickage. Pure and simple asskickage.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-01-13 10:59:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
(.Y.)
More boobs.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-13 10:49:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh Jesus Christ on toast,
What the fuck would I ever do without you Circe?
You keep me perfectly in touch with our shared sense of evil.
Benny,
I may take a break after this, then again I had an awesome idea for a new series in a dream I had last night...
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2005-01-13 00:26:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-01-12 21:58:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Keep them coming Snark. This Necropalooza is very sweet indeed.
What are your plans for Uber after this series?
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-01-12 21:27:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have done been pronounciating the names of the things with all correctiness.
Except the Snark. I have been doing the pronounciating of that one 'fuhk-mun-kee'.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 17:48:13 EST (#)
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Ahhhhhh,
I got boobies today.
Things are shaping up.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-01-12 17:42:27 EST (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 11:07:38 (#)
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"Now I stitch him up again" he replied almost morosely "Then we eat bacon and eggs"
Someone's gotta get a giggle out of that...
I got a snort out of it, does that count?
Oh, and I owe you some...
( O )( O )
Boobs.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 17:31:51 EST (#)
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Oh yeah,
Spivey = Spy - vee
Not Spivvy.
Not Spy - v- eye
and definitely not Snivey...
I've had people call him all three.
Little dude hates it when people fuck up his name.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2005-01-12 13:13:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"Now I stitch him up again" he replied almost morosely "Then we eat bacon and eggs"
You Rock! AHAhahahaa
I was kinda missing Matt and Anaka...she's a feisty one!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-01-12 13:01:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Spivey is an excellent comedic relief to this story
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2005-01-12 12:37:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-01-12 11:33:35 EST (#)
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Dammit, stop being so utterly and completely awesome!
+2!
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-01-12 11:15:50 EST (#)
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Ah, the holidays... Thanks to the meds provided to me for my kidney stones and other, uh, illicit substances, the holidays are but a fading memory.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 11:07:38 EST (#)
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"Now I stitch him up again" he replied almost morosely "Then we eat bacon and eggs"
Someone's gotta get a giggle out of that...
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:51:15 EST (#)
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Wookie,
Thanks bud! Hope you're slipping back into the swing of things after the holiday ok.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:49:03 EST (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:41:58 (#)
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I few people have enquired as to the phonetic spelling of a couple of words in the story...
Necrosiac = Nek - roe - see - ak
Mattaius - Matt - tay - us
Snark - Shi - znit
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AhHaHaHaHaHa!
I don't know how you do it amigo. This just keeps getting better.
Submitted by Rocktsrgn (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:45:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good stuff.
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:43:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Brilliant as ever
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-01-12 10:41:58 EST (#)
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I few people have enquired as to the phonetic spelling of a couple of words in the story...
Necrosiac = Nek - roe - see - ak
Mattaius - Matt - tay - us
Snark - Shi - znit
Bob,
In response to your question in the last post...
About 10 more chapters, possibly less... stay with me friend, there's light at the end of the tunnel.