Necrosiac 42 Pt 2 of 2 (640 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2005-04-19 00:17:18 EDT
The first story in the series can be found here.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/40647
Taela stood over the jiggling remains of the clown and watched as it feebly tried to reach for her.
The fight had been short, brutal and horrifyingly repulsive. She had expected Lillith to come for her first. She'd assumed the woman had been exerting some sort of control over the monster but now she understood that she had been following him more than anything. Tumor had entered the Necrosiacs mind with the same singular purpose for which he had existed in hers and had been pursuing it doggedly from the start. Looking back on it, she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised when it let out a heavy bass howl then shoved Lillith aside and thundered towards her like it was half freight train and half Grub.
She'd been shocked at its agility and almost let her defenses slip. She'd stood wide eyed like a child in front of a speeding locomotive until rage had taken over, and then she'd charged into its strangely malleable body and knocked its jiggling mass to the floor.
She'd stood in awe at her own strength and then noticed it getting up, its tiny eyes twin beads of hate and its red clown nose almost comically crooked on its bulging face. She'd looked around for a weapon but had found nothing so she attacked it with the only thing she had. She's snarled then tore into it with her hands and ripped it limb from limb and guts from gut until there was nothing left but a quivering mass of tissue, entrails, and the white glue like substance that had held it all together.
She kicked away the twisted pulpy hand that was somehow still able to reach for her, then wiped a glob of the sickeningly sweet smelling goo from her face, looked up to Lillith and smiled menacingly.
"You're next Bitch"
For a second she thought she saw a look of self doubt cross the Necrosiacs face, but it was quickly replaced with a look of insanity spurred rage and then faster than she could blink, the red haired waif was on her.
She felt one hand pull a wad of hair from her scalp and another close brutally around her throat but real pain didn't seem to exist in the part of the Necrosiac's mind created by a child. She swore then grabbed Lillith be the hair, tore her off of her and threw her hard against the wall on the other side of the room, one handed, as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.
She brought her hand up to her head, expecting it to come back wet and red, but where there should have been a ragged wound there was only smooth skin.
"This is MY mind! It's mine and I want you out!"
Taela turned her attention back to where Lillith stood. The woman had sprung quickly to her feet. Her small sharp chin stuck out petulantly and her hands were balled into fists at her side. Her entire body shook with rage but she made no move to attack again.
"It's over Lillith. I'm going to do to you what I did to the clown"
"GIVE ME THE KEY!"
Taela removed the chord holding the key from around her neck then ripped it free and held it up between two fingers for Lillith to see, before placing it in her mouth and swallowing loudly.
"Come and get it"
She brought her hands up and crouched defensively as Lillith took one shaking step forward, when suddenly, the door behind her burst open and the room filled with Lilly's shrieking.
She turned despite herself then stood frozen in horror at the vision beyond the door of the little girl running towards her, her dress in tatters - her body bruised and torn. The space beyond the door looked like a vast featureless yellow / white haze, and she could make out the shapes of winged creatures as they swooped down from just out of eyesight, tearing at her a little more with each pass.
"Lilly!"
Lilly's high pitched panicked shriek filled the house again as another creature made a pass, its claws tearing into her back and almost knocking her over.
"It's my world out there" Lillith cooed "Hardly safe for a little girl"
Taela stood frozen, as the need to save Lilly and the necessity of keeping the Necrosiac at bay fought for a strangle hold on her mind.
She glanced back at Lillith to find her staring amusedly at the scene behind the door, then turned again to the doorway.
Lilly was almost at the threshold and for a second Taela was sure she would make it but the creatures were done playing. First one, then another, then more than she could count hit the little girl from behind. Lilly stumbled then went down face first and was instantly covered from head to toe with bright red clawing monstrosities less than a foot from the doorway.
The sight broke Taela from her indecision and she dove for the doorway with a scream. Something inside her told her that it was too late, that nothing as delicate as Lilly could survive the onslaught, but a maternal instinct she didn't know she had, filled her with a rage beyond what she had let loose on the Clown.
She dove straight into the ripping red mass, oblivious to the pain that came with leaving the house, and fought her way to her child with nail and tooth.
She fought as if the life at the center of them was more precious than her own, until finally her hands came into contact with something soft and yielding. She tore Lilly from them then dragged her into the safety beyond the threshold of the house, and prayed there was enough of the little girl's soul left to maintain her existence in it.
She smoothed the matted hair from Lilly's torn face and searched it for some sign of life...
...desperate and guilt ridden and completely oblivious to the Necrosiac walking nonchalantly past, her and through the open doorway.
Trevor wrapped his hands around his stomach in a desperate attempt to hold his guts in, and then screamed as his touch turned the red hot pain at his center into a raging furnace.
He'd heard about the pain that came with being gut shot but nothing could have prepared him for the agony in his belly. It was beyond any of the pains he had welcomed in his training and for the first time in his life, he felt real fear wash through him.
"Jesus Fuck!"
The exclamation came from a large fat man in a red and blue plaid jacket as he stood up from kneeling beside the corpse of Bernie Lomack.
"He killed him John. He threw his knife into his neck!"
Trevor turned his head to where his father had fallen, no less than 5 feet away.
"Ken's dead too Bill! Oh my god! They killed my Brother!"
He pivoted his head back to the two panicked men while the small part of his brain that wasn't reeling with pain tried to figure out how he'd let them get the best of him.
He'd had no intention of following his father's wishes for non violence. He'd followed the old man outside with the singular intention of doing whatever was necessary to protect the lost cause in the house. He'd stood with confidence as the four men exited the trucks, well aware that they would be no match for his skills. He'd stood stoically silent as they'd stood before him and his father and spouted their drunken accusations. There was no doubt that a couple of quick spells and some well executed knife work would bring him out on top, if need be, but then something completely unexpected had happened.
One of the men had pointed a rifle at his father and Trevor had snapped. A blinding need to protect his father had taken him and he'd thrown his knife into the neck of the man known as Bernie. He'd thrown it, then realized the tactical mistake he'd made and tried to pull his father backwards into the house but he'd resisted. He'd turned towards Trevor - his wrinkled old eyes full of disgust and rage - then slapped him hard across the face.
Less than a second later, a shot rang out and his fathers face exploded as the old man fell to the ground.
Trevor had turned without thinking and darted to the man with the gun. He'd pushed the shaking barrel aside and put his hand on the bearded mans forehead then used every ounce of his power to suck the life out of him.
He'd turned in a rage towards the next closest man but he was already pulling something from the window of his truck, and the next thing he knew his world exploded into a million razor shards of pain.
"What the fuck am I gonna tell Annie! Oh Jesus! Oh Fuck!"
Trevor opened his mouth and screamed wetly again as a fresh wave of agony tore through him. He knew that even if his father's undead body had survived the trauma of the blast, he'd lack the mouth necessary to perform the chants necessary to take him through his second and final Deadening.
He could feel his blood draining through the exit wound in his back into the snow beneath and realized, without a shadow of a doubt, that his time in the world was rapidly drawing to an end.
"Motherfucker!"
The sound of heavy boots crunching on snow filled his ears, and almost immediately, his world again filled with unbearable agony as the larger of the two men drove his boot hard into Trevor's side.
Someone began screaming uncontrollably and for a second he didn't realize that it was him.
"Why'd you do it? We just wanted to scare you!"
Trevor turned his head to focus his blurring vision on the anguish filled face of the man standing above him, then closed his eyes tight as a white wad of spit splattered him on the face.
"You haven't begun to suffer Motherfucker!"
"I would have to agree"
The sound of the woman's voice filled Trevor with sudden hope as he realized from whence it had come. He watched as the man standing above him looked towards the cabin in surprise and fear, and then wiped the remains of the spittle from his thick brown beard with the back of one gloved hand.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"My name is Lillith but you may call me Mistress"
The sound of a rifle action being worked sounded out and Trevor turned his strangely lightening head towards the other man, to see him pointing his shotgun in the direction of her crystalline voice.
"You with them?" asked the man with the rifle.
"I would assume they brought me here" she replied nonchalantly.
"I'll fucking shoot you down too if you make so much as a..."
The sentence caught in the mans throat, and Trevor watched as his face became slack - then suddenly awestruck - before he fell to his knees, his mouth trying to form words that would not come out.
"Sit and be silent" Lillith commanded.
Trevor's vision wavered for a moment and when it cleared he found himself staring at the unusually sentient face of the Goddess he'd been sworn to protect.
"Does it hurt much?"
Trevor tried to respond but could only croak incoherently.
"I recognize you. You're Hadrian's aren't you? He had you bring me here I assume"
Trevor nodded then coughed wetly and managed to croak a few words.
"Necromancer... Deadening... please"
Lillith smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then turned towards the two postulating men behind her.
"I assume there is a town nearby?"
"Yes!" the men cried in unison.
"Very well... The first one to remove the other's tongue can take me there"
Trevor watched as the two men launched themselves towards each other then fought through the haze enveloping him to ask her again.
"Please..."
Lillith returned her green gaze to him and smiled warmly.
"Your spine is severed. Be still. You've done well my love. You've brought me to the Orchard"
Trevor tried to reach one hand pleadingly towards her but she stood up and turned towards the two men struggling behind her.
He tried to raise his voice again but there was no strength left in him and he began to feel as if he was sinking through the earth.
From somewhere far off he heard a loud gurgle followed by Lillith's joyful laugh, then the sound of a vehicle door opening.
"Speak of me to those who wait on the other side" she commanded as she got in the truck
"Teach them my name"
User Reviews
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-23 12:13:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Damage Control
Submitted by ProgramGeek (user info) at 2005-06-22 17:35:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-06-16 21:29:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Worry fills me. And the questions pile up.
Submitted by Revolutionman (user info) at 2005-05-07 00:46:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
only a few more... what a way to spend a friday night eh?
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-04-26 23:56:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sorry for the late review mate. Your work is always mind blowingly good and this was no exception.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-04-23 18:36:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
She swore then grabbed Lillith be the hair, tore her off of her and threw her hard against the wall on the other side of the room, one handed, as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.
i dont quite like the way this is worded
but still fantastic as always
Submitted by Cryopaul (user info) at 2005-04-23 10:16:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn, and i was starting to like Trevor and his dad. Ya always gotta kill off the good ones huh...
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-21 17:06:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
A person of morals I see :)
The demo version isn't too bad at all.
I used to have the full version but lost it when I reformatted my drive.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-04-21 17:00:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I wouldn't mind tryin to take a crack at making some Necro art... But I've never used a demo version of Photoshop. I know I could download it, but will it suck? Anyone know if the demo is just as good as the full version?
If it's not then sorry cause I ain't droppin that much cash on anything unless it's sexual in nature.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-20 01:53:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-04-19 22:18:35 (#)
Ranking: 2
Marge: You don't have to join a freak show just because the
opportunity came along.
Homer: You know, Marge, in some ways you and I are very different
people.
Homerpalooza
Nerp.
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http://www.netaxs.com/~nerp/nerpfaq.html
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-04-19 22:18:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Marge: You don't have to join a freak show just because the
opportunity came along.
Homer: You know, Marge, in some ways you and I are very different
people.
Homerpalooza
Nerp.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-04-19 22:09:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Iiiiii love you, I love you, I love you and wherever you go I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow, I will follow hiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
er.
ummm....
nice.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2005-04-19 14:13:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh!! NICE!!! go for the guilt trip!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-19 13:48:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Xena,
You are not a piece of shit. You rock in more ways than I can count.
I had forgot that we had talked about it.
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2005-04-19 13:42:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yes.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2005-04-19 13:26:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ok..Ok!!! I'm a piece of shit...I know this. I am a terrible friend, hell, I'm a terrible person. I promised a long time ago, I would work on a picture for you and haven't done it...but I promise, when I get home, I will jiffy marker a reminder right on my son's forhead - so I won't forget this time..
this post was great - as usual.
Submitted by Dannie (user info) at 2005-04-19 09:22:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2005-04-19 09:12:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2005-04-19 07:37:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
really good read!
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-04-19 01:22:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
CARNEY YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-19 00:31:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I'm drunk and I have an idea.
This usually means I'm going to do something I'll regret later.
Something tells me that this time isn't the case.
I want to put an appropriate picture up on the last Necro post. I originally was going to do it myself but I lack the patience to download Photoshop and I am somewhat artistically retarded.
So I'm asking - pleading - getting on my chapped and bruised knees and BEGGING someone to do it for me.
I had in my mind a vision of a simple black background with the word NECROSIAC on the top center in some type of gothic / cyberpunk raised silver font and a red devil in the bottom left hand corner.
I also had a vision of a naked woman wrestling an albino midget in a blow up pool filled with hot sauce.
Regardless, I would be more than happy to include anything Necrosiac related on the last post.
I plan on posting the first installment of the last chapter on thursday or friday and the last two next week. If the gods smile upon me and I get more than one piece of art, I'll spread them out between posts...
If I can just STOP PLAYING with the uber version.
Who know's, maybe Monkeys will fly out of my ass and the real deal will get picked up before I die. Maybe your pic will end up on the cover of a badly written piece of pulp fiction.
Or maybe I'll get drunker tomorrow and become a Carney.
HOOSHA!!!
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-04-19 00:25:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very dark.