Necrosiac 41 (1243 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2005-04-05 00:32:42 EDT
The first story in the series can be found here.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/40647
NECROSIAC 41
At first there was nothing and then there was the roar of the crowd.
It started as a whisper in the abyss then changed to a moan, then almost at once it was an ear splitting roar and he found himself hurtling backwards.
He flung out his arms in the vain attempt to grab hold of something but his hands found only empty space.
Suddenly, his back came into contact with what felt like a large rope and he opened his eyes, in time to see the largest man he'd ever laid eyes on hurtling towards him feet first.
The brutal force of the impact pushed him hard against the rope holding him up but - strangely enough - there was no pain. He could feel the bottoms of the boots press into the meat of his chest, bending the bones underneath, but where there should have been agony there was only shock, as if he'd been hit by a heavy sack of flour.
He fell to the ground stunned and the roar around him increased as the crowd shouted its approval.
Slowly he lifted his head and scanned the ring for his kilted attacker but his eyes found nothing. He flipped sluggishly onto his back in time to take the full weight of the wrestler as he landed hard beside Mattaius, one brawny elbow connecting perfectly with the center of his back. Once again, where there should have been pain, there was only the shock of force, but it was enough to daze him again.
He watched helplessly as the broad faced, auburn haired man stood up, brushed out the wrinkles in his red and black checkered kilt, then smiled and fingered him.
"Spivey"
The word came out as a moan and then the wrestler was stomping him with one large red boot as the crowd chanted his name.
"PIIIIPER PIIIPER PIIIPER!"
Rage at his helplessness took him and he grabbed the boot as it connected with his shoulder in an attempt to push Spivey / Piper of balance - but almost immediately - the muscled colossus jumped into the air and came down backwards, his extended elbow making contact with Mattaius' chest.
Once gain there was not pain but he realized that the numbing force of the blow was enough. He was completely helpless and try as he might he couldn't do anything but put up the most pathetic defense.
He opened his mouth to speak but the wrestler was up fast, then on top of him, pressing his back into the mat while looping one thick forearm under his legs to push him up and hold him in place.
The roar of the shadowed crowd around him reached a fever pitch as a man dressed in a referees uniform slapped the mat three times with his hand, and all of the sudden, he wasn't there anymore.
Just as quickly as he'd found himself in the wrestling ring, he found himself seated in a brightly lit office, much like the one he shared with Terri at the agency. He sat across from a plain brown wooden desk, very much like his own, except this one had a large red Devil in a simple grey suit and tie, seated on the other side.
The thing that must be Spivey adjusted the simple wire framed glasses on his broad nose then picked up a folder on his desk and began to read it.
"Let's see here... you're name is Mattaius Pain and you are applying for the job of company Dumbass"
Mattaius stared back slack jawed.
Spivey gave him a formal glance over the top of his glasses then gave him a fanged smile and continued.
"Well Mr. Pain. I have good news. It seems of all the Dumbasses that have applied for the job, you're by far the most qualified"
"What the hell is going on Spive? What bullshit are you up to now? The last thing I remember I was and... you know damned well my name's not Pain"
"Ah, a man who's not afraid to jump to the heart of the matter..."
Spivey took off his glasses, folded them neatly, then placed them in front of him and formally folded his hands on the desktop before continuing"
"... I like that in a Dumbass"
Mattaius crossed his arms in front of himself and glared back.
"I don't have the patience for your games Spivey. Tell me what's going on. What the fuck was the wrestling thing all about and why are we here now?"
"Mr. Pain, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're..."
Mattaius' frustration got the better of him and he jumped up, grabbed the folder and threw it in the startled Devils face"
"The name's not Pain Fucker!"
Spivey lurched back in his chair then stood up and yelled back
"Can't let me have my fun can you Chief? You want the real deal? Fine! You're dead Dumbass! D to the E to the mothafuckin D!"
Mattaius sat back in his chair in shock, as memories of his last moments played themselves out in his mind, and then surveyed the plain white walled office around him.
"This is Hell?"
"Nope. This is everything you hate. This is me"
"Pardon?"
"Magic. You're soaking in it"
He watched in confusion as the newly super-sized Devil sat back down on the other side of the desk and scowled back at him.
"That's why I can do what I do, because I'm a part of everything you see. Near as I can guess we're caught in some kind of Limbo... partially because of what you are and partially because of how you died. In the end it doesn't really matter. The power will fade, and then I'll Cease and you'll continue on your moronic journey to hell - if there's any justice in the world"
Mattaius tried to come up with an argument but the memories of his last moments were clear and he couldn't find the slightest justification for denial.
"You mean my soul is caught in whatever hex the Hag cast on me?"
Spivey rolled his eyes into the back of his head and raised his hands in a gesture of abject frustration.
"You have to be the densest human I've ever had the displeasure of living on. Listen up cuz I'm gonna lay it out for you straight. The old bitch didn't do anything to you except to get you in the same room. You killed us, not her. You fucking self destructed and you took me along for the ride."
"Bullshit"
"Truth. I know you now Pain. Whatever shit was blocking me when you were alive is gone. I know what you were and I know enough about the essence of what I am, to say without a doubt, that you came apart like a fiddy cent whore at Mardi Gras"
"Why the fuck do you keep calling me that?"
"Cuz that's what you are. You've wrapped yourself in it. You're a seething ball of pain wound up tight in a shroud of hate. You coulda been powerful, you coulda been a Contenda but NO! You jumped head first into a pool of mediocrity and told yourself you're better than the rest of the world"
Mattaius resisted the urge to wrap his hands around the Devils neck and instead tried to make sense of what he was hearing.
"Spivey, you're wrong. I was just a man"
"Uh uh Chief. You were a Twistcaster and you had the potential to be one of the most powerful. You coulda put the old Witch to shame if you'd grown up to be half a man"
Mattaius deepened his frown and shook his head.
"You're wrong"
Spivey grinned evilly then said "Am I? Lets see" and thrust one talloned hand forward and slapped it flat and hard against Mattaius head.
All at once the world exploded and he found himself looking down at a small awkward boy lying on a couch in an office, as an elderly man in a white smock placed his hand on the boy's forehead and closed his eyes. Somehow he knew he was watching himself. The scene seemed detached yet familiar like a memory of a dream.
He fought with the vision in front of him then suddenly, as he came to term with the reality of it, more memories flooded into his mind as if lead to him by the first.
He saw himself being guided to the same office again and again by his parents. He saw their faces creased with concern and fear and remembered what it was like to share in it. Bits and pieces of conversations overheard from stolen late night conversations echoed around him, as if forever trapped in the strange Limbo he found himself in.
"I know honey but he's becoming dangerous..."
"They promised, no harm will..."
"Mindwipe.."
"For his own good..."
Memories of sessions with one Seer, then another, and finally another came back to him - as each in turn tried to wipe clean the part of his mind that was aware of his talent.
Each had tried and each had failed and - all of the sudden - he remembered how he'd become sick of the whole process and done what they could not.
He'd wiped his own mind. He'd used his power to grab hold of the Seer's magic and sent it deep into the part of his Id that they could not breach.
The visions roiling around him ceased and he found himself sitting in a dark smoky bar, across the table from a buck naked Spivey.
"That's right Asshole. You did it to yourself" smirked the Devil.
Mattaius fought back a wave of anger and shame as long forgotten memories of childhood helplessness filled him to bursting.
"I was just a kid. I was scared"
"You've always been scared"
He lashed out despite himself and hit Spivey squarely in the jaw then watched in dismay as the Devil laughed back at him.
"This is the most fun I've had with you yet Chief. I gotta say, there's something warming about rubbing a mans face in his own fetid lies"
"What the fuck do you want from me?"
Spivey's thick browed face became serious and he leaned forward to stare Mattaius straight in the eye.
"I have no soul Pitt. I could care less about how scared you were as a child but I respect power and I respect the truth. These are things I learned from my late master. I want you to understand why you hate yourself and why you hate me because therein lies our salvation"
"The only thing I hate is magic"
"You still don't get it do you? You just answered my question and you don't even know it... Why do you hate yourself?"
Mattaius stared back at Spivey for a second and fought with the truth struggling to break free from his clenched jaws.
"Because" he stuttered "I am magic"
"BINGO!"
Spivey stood up and raised his hands arms in the universal signal of a successful field goal.
"See?" he said excitedly "Monkeys can be taught! Damn, what I could do with a hundred of you and a warehouse full of typewriters..."
The truth of it all sat in Mattaius throat like a lump of dry course sand, or a bitter pill that he didn't want to swallow yet scored its way down his throat regardless.
"Ok" he moaned "I was magic - Fine - I was a postcard for self denial - Fine - You're right and I'm wrong - FINE - but tell me you licorice colored freak. What's the point? I'm dead and you're about to Cease"
Spivey sat back down then took a slug from an open bottle of bourbon that hadn't been there until he reached for it.
"Ten years Pitt. Ten years you've been fighting Necromancers, absorbing bits and pieces of there power... I'm no Professor of Mysticism but I gotta guess that, that much exposure leaves its mark on a man such as yourself. Even a Twistcaster who doesn't want to be a Twistcaster can't help but soak in some of what he's exposed to for so long"
Mattaius sat stiff in his seat as the Devils words formed into a new realization within him.
"I have some of their power..."
"Yep"
"Power over death"
"Uh huh"
"I can go back"
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, the scene changed again and he found himself in a white featureless void facing an open door. Beyond it, he could see part of a familiar dirty kitchen and the dead Witch, slumped lifelessly and bleeding against the far wall.
He turned away from the scene to where Spivey stood nonchalantly, tail flicking of its own accord.
"You could of brought me hear the whole time couldn't you?"
Spivey grabbed hold of his tail and used the tip of it to pick something from between his pointed teeth.
"Nope. This is you. You're in control now"
"Jesus. I'm a Twistcaster"
Spivey shook his head.
"Were a Twistcaster. You don't die and come back to the way things were Chief. You don't ever come back the same. There's always a price to pay"
Mattaius glanced at the door in trepidation.
"What's mine?"
"I don't know, question is... Do you have the balls to find out?"
Mattaius steeled himself and took a step towards the door then turned back.
"One thing Spive. I understand you wanting to kick my ass but the wrestling thing... it just doesn't seem you - and the guy in the Kilt..."
"Rowdy Roddy Piper" Spivey corrected.
"Yeah him..."
Spivey looked between his hooves sheepishly and for a moment Mattaius thought he could see his face redden even more than it already was.
"When a Mage makes his familiar, he shapes him partially from himself, and partially from things that mean something to him. He uses the feeling associated with the object to give a kind of individuality of character to his creation. Markus was a fan of wrestling back in the day and a fan of that Piper guy. He used part of one of Piper's kilts to give me my attitude"
"You're part white guy" Mattaius smirked
"Yeah" Spivey growled back "The annoying part"
Mattaius grinned despite the whirlwind of emotions threatening to shatter him then glanced back at the opening thoughtfully.
After a moment he turned back to the scowling Devil, smiled and said "You coming?"
Spivey smiled back and gave Mattaius the finger.
"Right behind ya chief"
User Reviews
Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2008-09-16 04:00:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-23 12:18:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Damage Control
Submitted by ProgramGeek (user info) at 2005-06-22 17:38:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-16 21:16:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
excellent.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-07 00:30:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-04-13 11:19:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Perfect. just perfect. I'm in awe.
Submitted by Adjomak (user info) at 2005-04-06 22:36:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I knew that Mattius would be coming back. But dude, you've blown my mind with the beyond the death situation. ROCK ON
Submitted by Dannie (user info) at 2005-04-06 10:53:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Roddy Piper? I think I MUST be hallucinating.
Nice one.
Your grammar is frightening.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-04-06 10:42:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nerpnerpnerpnerpnerpnerp
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2005-04-05 23:18:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
mmm...that was good. I guess all good things must come to an end huh...
I used to watch wrestling back when piper was on.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 16:59:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
No
Yes
3000 times.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-05 16:46:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
OMG!!!!
Are you going to end it here? Is there more? Can we have sex?
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-05 15:32:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 13:59:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Piper and Hogan in the ring together?
Holy Shit. I guess I'm gonna watch another wrestling match!!!
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2005-04-05 13:22:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You made my day!!! I can totally see the similarities in RRP and Spivey's attitude. You Rock!!
just as a side note, I was flicking through channels this past weekend and there were some wrestling awards on tv, so I stopped to watch Rowdy Rowdy Piper give an acceptance speech (you would've loved his speech) for some award...and he announced that he's wrestling in the up coming Wrestle mania....AHAHAhahahha....against hulk Hogan! AHAHhahahahha...
today could be the best day ever!!!
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2005-04-05 12:09:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wowza!
Submitted by Rocktsrgn (user info) at 2005-04-05 10:35:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn. Just... damn.
I wish I had the talent in your pinky finger. Then I might actually post something. Regardless, this whole series is amazing.
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2005-04-05 09:53:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I knew he'd be back, but how you did it is quite masterful. Yet another chunk of excellence.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-04-05 09:13:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I can't believe you worked Rowdy Roddy Piper into this.
Pure genius.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2005-04-05 06:39:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Dude!!!!! MORE!
Submitted by snarf (user info) at 2005-04-05 04:51:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Just googled it, the sleeper hold!
What a shit finishing move
Should have been something like the "flying scotsman" or the "glaswegian kiss"
Submitted by snarf (user info) at 2005-04-05 04:43:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
woohoo!! Pitts coming back!!
By the way what was Roddy Pipers finishing move?
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-04-05 04:09:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
every post deserves a 20th review by 4:10 am.
glad i could help.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-04-05 01:29:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
HELL YES!!!
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 01:09:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
An I know the ratings are mostly worthless
But (and this may just be me) when someone who is an avid reader, but not a very helpful reviewer leaves vague, non descript reviews, such as I did... It's still good to know it's a valued piece.
so there
+2 again
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:58:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
yeah I really dug this installment
Besides, the white room is my deal...hah
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:58:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
http://www.georgesteele.com/
And........ I'm done.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:56:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Don't worry about the 2's dude.
I'm not really concerned about the rating.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:55:48 EDT (#)
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Oh yeah.
George had a green tongue.
AHAHAHAHA that guy fucking rocked.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:54:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
oh hahaha I thought you didn't like the wrestling thing.
In truth, I added that part tonight for someone special after we had a conversation about growing up with Rowdy Roddy Piper and George "The Animal" Steele.
I loved George. He looked like a Polish Wino and ate the Turnbuckles. He was the strangest hero I had growing up and the only guy I watched religiously for the 1 year that I actually enjoyed wrestling.
Originally the story was a simple play on reality which took place in a white room with Matt and Spivey. I kinda wanted to break up the bleakness of the story a bit so I modified it and added this part.
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:54:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
does it count if I keep doing this?
I hope so
Penance is a bitch...
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:53:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*sigh*
Dammit...
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:51:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
...
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:51:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fuck
sorry bro
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:51:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm really not this stupid in person...I swear...
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:50:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
damn damn damn
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:50:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fuck I'm an idiot
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:49:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
ok, to elaborate:
This series has kicked ass from beginning to, well no end, but current.
I am in awe. I can't seem to keep my flow going without pissing off someone or mucking it up somewhere along the way.
I'm impressed, thats all.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:46:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Wha?
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:43:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Dude, seriously...
....
F'real
That's all
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:36:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
first reveiw WOO!
Now to read it...
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-05 00:34:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Two more chapters and an Epilogue.