Necrosiac - Endgame Pt 3 (829 hits)
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NECROSIAC 43 - Pt 3
The first story in the series can be found here.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/40647
Mattaius Pitt had seen more death than he could remember.
He'd seen the naked bodies of Necromancer's, hung from trees, and burned in the Amazon. He'd seen them kick and scream and curse their maker until they were nothing but bubbling fat and scorched bone.
He'd seen waves of undead charge the line, then come apart piece by piece as his squad tore into them with reckless abandon and automatic fire.
He'd seen the dead of all ages and sex, feast on the living in Romania and Johannesburg and a dozen other places. He'd witnessed the aftermath of Necromatic vengeance and the ignorant reprisal murders that usually followed.
He'd been witness to the blood of evil and innocent alike on continent, island and atoll, but he'd never witnessed dark magic like that which surrounded him now.
He'd never seen it in such rotten purity.
It was if the town had soaked it up. Everywhere he looked; there was the dull glow of the black flakes falling from the sky. Red tree, and brown grass, sagging wood and pitted stone, even the pavement of the sidewalk beneath his feet seemed to be awash in it.
The paint on the buildings around him looked faded and old as if the town had been built a hundred years earlier and left. If not for the line of undead making its way to the main street, and the screams emanating from its center, he could easily have believed that he'd made a wrong turn and driven to a ghost town.
The smell of rotting things was heavy in the air but there was something else there as well, an acrid, sickly sweet scent that he'd almost been accustomed too once, and had hoped to never smell again.
Burning flesh.
It hung heavy in the air, carried in the wisps of the black greasy smoke that floated past him as if in search of a home, or an escape, or both.
Spivey sat on his neck, unnaturally docile, and Mattaius wondered at the gruesomeness of his surroundings that an entity without a soul would be struck silent by it.
He'd got his first glimpse of the town from a small rock bluff at the side of the highway, where it crested the hill before bee-lining down to extend beyond a row of gas stations and convenience stores.
He'd stared in horrified wonder at the black Mobian cloud hovering above the village and the slowly spinning vortex at its center. He'd mistaken the black smoke rising beneath it to be a part of it somehow, but then a lick of the greenish glowing flame slowly engulfing a building that must be a church, told him it didn't. Eventually he'd recognized the flame as the stolen, magic of a Blazecaster and automatically understood that he'd found Lillith.
He didn't need anyone to explain to him that she'd be under the cloud, directly beneath the center of the inverted vortex. She was its architect and the reason for the screams - of the murdered and burning villagers - that drifted to him across the rooftops like echoes from hell.
He'd sat on the dully glowing rock face and argued with Spivey, as his familiar begged him to go back, to call in the Agency, the cavalry, an air strike, anything. He'd held his ground steadfastly until Spivey had given up and then helped him to come up with a plan that wasn't really a plan at all.
It was, in fact, far less than a plan but it was something at least.
Get to town. Find a safe spot with a view and observe the enemy.
Get to high ground and watch the bitch until she showed a weakness.
Silently he wondered just what kind of weakness she could have when the source of her power lay simply in being.
Finally he'd reluctantly resumed his journey down the highway, awash in fear and uncertainty and the despair of a man who wasn't really a man anymore but something less... something dead.
He'd made his way towards the steadily increasing screams and stench until he found himself two blocks away from what must be the main street, and the line of undead slowly making its way down its center.
He turned down a side street, to approach the Necrosiac unseen, sure that nothing living could possibly be left when he heard the baby.
Its wail came from a small white A-frame house a half block from the highway. It cried loud and strong and very much alive. He turned and made his way towards the house but the scream changed as he took his first step onto the gravel driveway, and became the low throaty wail of something that should be buried deep in the earth.
It cried its death and he felt his fears die with it, leaving disgust and rage to fill the void.
He quickened his pace and Spivey's voice filled his ear for the first time since he'd resumed their horror filled journey.
"Easy Chief, remember the plan"
He ignored the Devil and quickened his pace yet again, then glanced up at the cloud above him and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Spive. What do you see when you look up?"
"Blue sky."
"Nothing else?"
He felt Spivey slide to his forehead to get a better look. A moment later he responded quietly.
"Nope... I can't see magic remember? No black clouds for me."
"So you don't see them?"
"See who?"
"The Demons."
"No, but I wish you hadn't told me."
He forced his attention away from the cloud as despair and fear tried to claw their way out of their grave, and then resumed his pace before quickening it to a jog.
"Boss. Get a grip. I can feel your anger."
He ignored Spivey and made to break into a run but then stopped as the sound of panting came behind him.
He turned then sidestepped just in time to avoid a large, goateed man wearing a mechanic's coveralls as he sprinted past, very much alive and led by a pink cloud of Seductress magic.
"Boss..."
He didn't wait to hear Spivey's warning.
He bolted to his feet and then ran after the man, his magically animated body sending him forward with a speed he didn't know he had, until he caught up to him and tackled him to the ground.
The man didn't try to fight him off, but continued to strain forward with the single minded purpose of heeding the call of his Succubus.
Mattaius pulled his pistol and hit the Mechanic hard across the back of his head with its butt, then pulled out his cuffs and secured him to the leg of a nearby mailbox.
"He's going to wake up and go to her you know." said Spivey coldly.
Mattaius stood and looked at the unconscious man at his feet.
"Maybe"
"He'll rip the box off of its bolts or gnaw through his wrist. You might as well let him alone"
"No Spive. That's not the way I do things."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not her. I have a soul"
"I don't."
"So watch and learn."
Mattaius resumed his pace to the end of the block, then turned and started to make his way towards Main Street and the shuffling line of corpses.
"We're not far enough down yet Chief. Get behind her."
"I know. I just want a peek."
A minute later he was inching his way up the stairs towards the raised patio of a large brown house on the corner.
He stopped at the top and then glanced cautiously around it until his eyes fell on the source of the rot surrounding him.
The dead and seduced had formed two shuffling lines. He followed it with burning eyes to the town square and the pale naked woman sitting on a throne fashioned from torn flesh and glistening bone.
"Lillith"
He spat her name out despite himself and felt it linger on his tongue like a curse.
"Boss, everything here is so wrong. It's just so fucking wrong. I think we need to rethink this."
Mattaius ignored him and focused his eyes on Lillith as she raised a hand to beckon a little girl in a long brown jacket forward from the head of the line and away from her slack jawed mother.
The girl walked forward a few paces then fell to her jean clad knees in supplication, her crystalline voice babbling something that he couldn't make out, above the roar of the burning church behind him and the screams coming from within.
He watched as Lillith stood then took the girl by the hand and helped her to undress. After a short while she stood back, said something and nodded at her skinny pale figure as if pleased with what she saw, then picked her up and threw her at the throne.
Mattaius shouted out as the girl hit it hard and filled the street with her high pitched agony, and then he shouted again as her body flew apart and melded itself to become the newest addition to Lillith's seat. His open throated denial turned to a roar and then he was over the railing of the patio, screaming and firing and oblivious to the panicked shouts of his familiar.
Through the blinding red haze of his rage, he saw the Necrosiac look up wide eyed at him, frozen in disbelief.
He flew over the railing and the car parked below and then he hurdled another, born on the speed of the silver sheath, binding his soul to bone, and fired another shot but his aim was less than true.
A chunk of the grizzly throne erupted as a slug impacted it and then he was on the ground and briefly lost site of his prey. He hit the line of undead before him hard and fast, and then jumped and found himself hurtling towards the shocked, red haired, focus of his rage.
He fired again and this time his aim was true. Lillith took a stumbling step backwards as the top left corner of her forehead burst open, then stopped in mid air, and reformed as if time had reversed.
The impact of the Redeemer acted like a wake up call and she raised a hand towards him, her face twisted into a snarl, and sent a pillar of flame out from it, catching him dead center and instantly scorching the clothes from him.
A bright flash of blinding pain shot through him as his gun exploded in his hand and he landed in a heap at her feet, bleeding silver from his mangled appendage yet strangely un-burned.
He looked up at the maniacally grinning woman standing above him then grinned back as the truth of his new existence made itself clear in his mind.
Despite the screaming in what was left of his hand he realized, without a doubt, that he was untouched by her power, he was immune to her magic and as her grin turned to a worried frown, he knew she realized it too.
Lillith turned wide eyed towards the line of the dead before her and opened her mouth, but her command was cut short as Mattaius jumped up and drove the palm of his hand hard into the bridge of her nose, sending the cartilage up into her brain, and her feet off of the ground. He caught her by the hair and drove his fist into her mouth as hard as he could, shattering her pointed teeth, and then started dragging her by the hair across the square, towards the burning church.
"No No No No NO!"
Her pleas came out muted and wet and he wondered if he'd ever heard anything so sweet.
He dragged her, kicking and screaming, as close to the blaze as he dared and then pulled her up by the hair, to dangle face to face with him.
He reveled in the pure unadulterated beauty of the helplessness in her face as she slurred at him in oozing grey defiance.
"I am my Father's daughter"
"That's enough!" he spat Then spun her around to look at the church and brought his lips close to her ear "That's more than enough!" and then held her above his head with both hands.
"Why!?"
Something about the tone of her words gave him pause. Something about the sincerity in her voice struck him deeply as he realized that she really didn't understand why anyone could do this to her.
He held her aloft for a moment then looked up at her terrified face and answered emotionlessly.
"This is what I do"
And then he brought her down onto his knee hard enough to shatter her brittle spine.
Her scream was high and pure and for a moment he thought it might break his resolve, but then he had her up again, and a moment later she sailed through the caved in front of the burning church and deep into the heart of the inferno.
Taela watched the scene in the street unfold beyond the open door before her.
She watched the strangely familiar man as he vaulted the undead like a beast of prey, and silently prayed for his victory and a swift end to her existence.
She watched as the world outside of the doorway jerked then slid then flipped end over end before turning to flame, and then covered her ears as the house filled with the dying shrieks of the Necrosiac.
"Miss Taela?"
She looked down sadly to the Lilly's battered face then kissed her once on the forehead
"Lilly..."
"Can we go to the place with the flowers now?" Lilly asked weakly.
Taela opened her mouth to answer but the sound of a door on the other side of the house flying off its hinges took the words from her mouth. She tore her eyes from Lilly to the center of the room, as a sudden fear that Tumor might somehow have re-formed to come after her took root, but the clown was still nothing more than an oozing white mess.
"I think he's coming" Lilly whispered.
"Who's coming?"
"The Red man, remember?"
Sudden memories of her first moments in the house played themselves out in Taela's mind, and she saw herself standing in front of the strangely hot door half way down the hall.
<"That's Daddies office... He doesn't live there anymore, so I locked the Red Man in there.">
The ghosts of Lilly's voice echoed in her head as the house filled with the sound of hooves on hardwood and she turned her head up in time to watch a tall thin man walk by and out the front door, naked and red as blood.
"Oh!" said Lilly "I didn't know that"
Taela looked wide eyed at the torn little girl in her lap. Something inside her told her not to let the question poised on her lips free but she let it slip out regardless.
"Didn't know what?"
Lilly turned her bleeding head weakly towards the door and then whispered her answer.
"The Red Man is Daddy"
Mattaius stood and listened to the dying wails of the Necrosiac subside.
"That's it right? We won right?"
He ignored Spivey then brought the dripping stump of his right hand up to inspect and wondered at why the pain had subsided too little more than a dull throb. Despite his best efforts to asses the damage, his talent prevented him from seeing anything more than a dripping silver blur.
"Do you think I can bleed to death?
"You shouldn't be bleeding at all Boss. Near as I can tell, you're heart's not beating."
"You'd think it would hurt more..."
"You might want to tape that up or something, and get some clothes and... hey... shouldn't they be going ape shit?"
Mattaius turned to the line of unmoving dead on the other side of the square then took a few steps towards them to get a better look.
Warning bells went off in his head as he realized the magic binding them was still very much in place.
"Oh shit"
The sound of something hard landing on the pavement behind him caused him to turn towards the Church and the recognizable red silhouette outlined against the flames.
"Hello Louis"
Mattaius barely had time to utter his greeting before the sound of running feet sounded out from the square behind him.
He turned again and then made to run but he was too late.
The dead had him.
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Damage Control
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I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT LUIS WOULD COME BACK. I KNEW IT.
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Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-04-28 23:30:06 (#)
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Damn it man! Necrosiac can't end.
Dont force me to try to continue the series myself using nothing more than sock puppets and lots of home made moonshine.
I'll bring the socks...
Submitted by Malificent (user info) at 2005-04-29 05:39:54 EDT (#)
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Happy in my panties.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-04-28 23:30:06 EDT (#)
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Damn it man! Necrosiac can't end.
Dont force me to try to continue the series myself using nothing more than sock puppets and lots of home made moonshine.
Submitted by Xena (user info) at 2005-04-28 16:27:04 EDT (#)
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you are a freakin genius!!!
you're really pulling this together well.
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2005-04-28 12:12:56 EDT (#)
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It's so close, can't wait to see how you resolve things.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-28 11:54:24 EDT (#)
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A red man daddy. Well.
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-04-28 02:09:26 EDT (#)
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Last Necro will be up Friday.