Igneous Run (1015 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2006-01-24 20:41:08 EST
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Igneous Run.
It used to be a woman but now it's a sickening example of the nature of the Necromantic Mind.
It's a sex beast. It's the torso of a dead woman; modified, fitted, blasphemed.
Dead flesh connected to dead flesh for the sake of evil pleasures.
Where there should be two sets of legs there are four, sewn to the bottom of her body with heavy thread and vile magic.
Three sets of arms spring from either side. Each one is a different length, shape and shade of death-blue, as if it's been thrown together by a bored child, out of the left over pieces of mutilated dolls.
Its chest is a bulbous mass of rotting breasts, like the egg cluster of a fleshy insect.
Full black lips have been attached to the dripping toothless maw under a once delicate nose. Full, pale, red painted lips are sewn over slits on either side of the face.
Where there should be eyes there is something else - hairy and dripping - twin holes rimmed with curled skin.
It is old and used, this beast. Its skin is torn. There are stretch marks around its orifices. Its skull gleams dull grey in place of hair, and I can hear its limbs creak, as appendages that shouldn't work propel it towards me.
I don't look down. I don't dare peer between its legs. I'm not long for this world. I don't want to go out with that image in my head. What I'm seeing now is already too much.
This thing is the difference between them and us. It's the difference between twilight and dark; between lust and perversion.
We may not be on the right side of redemption, you and I, but trust me when I say we're a long way from irredeemable.
I don't know how this thing can sense me without eyes, but it does. It hits me hard, but it is softer than I imagined and the butt of the tommy gun sinks deep into its skull as its momentum takes us down in a heap.
I'm trying not to think of what dangling pieces of it are touching my fevered skin. I'm trying not to lose myself in disgusted panic as my nose fills with the odor of disease and used flesh, while it grunts and writhes on top of me.
I do my own thrashing, and somehow, I manage to crawl out and stumble away, leaving the Sexbeast thrashing behind me on the floor.
I hit the end of the hall, turn, and descend a flight of stairs, dazedly, like a man who's just awoken from a horrible dream that he can't quite remember.
The stairs loop and descend. I put a hand out to steady myself, and then pull it back as it touches bone covered in leather, rather than wood covered in paint.
In my minds eye there is Dara Dalia Penance. She's beautiful beyond words. She's sweet and wanton, and her legs are wrapped around my back. She's everything a man could desire, and she was spawned in this place.
End of the stairs and a landing. I can continue down or make my way through the second floor of this wing of hell. A man steps into the hall on my left. He's naked from the waist up and his bony pale skin is covered in a tapestry of scars. He turns, nods, then exits the hall through the opposite door.
Mustn't stay here. Gotta keep moving. I'm here to do something but I can't remember what exactly, I just know that there are things in those rooms I don't want to see.
Things are unclear. Can't seem to find my purpose... bit of blood dripping from my temple, rotting cabbage smell in my nostrils.
Bottom of the stairs again and a lobby of sorts.
Marble floors, stained rusty red in places.
Pictures on the walls of men with yellow eyes and cloud blurred demon wings.
Two men by the great double doors leading outside...
One hefts a rifle, waves and I wave back... not sure who they are or what they mean to me... they stare at me intently. One says something to the other, and then they laugh and turn away.
They don't seem right. Nothing seems right.
Other direction. What I need ain't outside.
A short hall and a set of doors on my left.
I've forgotten where I'm going, and I don't know why, but my stomach aches terribly.
A twist of a gleaming white handle and I'm in.
I know this kind of room. It's a library. Great leather bound tomes line the shelved walls. A low table sits in the middle and black leather chairs sit on either side. Two men sit in them and talk. One's pudgy and young, the other's old and thin. The older one notices me and turns.
"I know you?"
Gotta get my shit together. Gotta figure things out... clear the fog.
"Yeah."
"You one of Rimmers?"
Rimmer... the name means nothing. I don't have an answer so I stand, and stare, and do my best to put the pieces of my thoughts back together, as the younger one in the black pinstriped suit speaks up.
"Nah look at him. He's a two bit bum, one of Cavannaughs, the Burrows Sect."
Yeah maybe that, maybe the Burrows... I smell smoke... something's burning.
"What are you looking for? The armory is in the basement..."
He's looking at my weapons and his face is furrowed in concern, and there's something trying to get free from that forgotten place in my head where I hide things I don't like.
The young one places a glass on the table and it shudders. He mutters something in Deadspeak then kicks it and it shudders again and OH GOD, it used to be a man. The table used to be a human being but it has been twisted somehow. Its bones and skin have been stretched and molded. Its legs and arms have been cut off at the joints, so that they're nothing but short stubby posts... and... now I remember.
"Yeah, the basement."
Old man's hand is sliding up underneath his jacket. He's figured me out but the kid hasn't and points to a single door on the far side of the room.
"Through those doors, end of the hall, there's a lift on the left."
"Thanks."
The old man is fast for his age, but he ain't a good shot. He's quick enough to get the pistol out but not dead enough to steel his nerves, and the shot goes wide.
My finger twitches once on the trigger and my Roscoe bucks hard. His Adam's Apple explodes in a red mist and he goes down.
Pudgy doesn't do anything, just stares at me wide eyed, moist lips moving without making sound, until I put a slug into him and the force of its impact pushes him and the chair onto their sides.
I got lucky there. Both of them were alive, but they might be getting back up soon. Behind me comes a shout then running steps, so I turn, pocket my roscoe, and pull up the tommygun.
I pull the trigger and hold it the best I can, as the barrel burps a jacked line of holes through the door. There another scream and the sound of something wet hitting something solid, then silence again.
They'll think twice before trying the door, if either of them are alive.
Another shout from somewhere else in the house and the sound of feet thumping overhead... gotta move, can't stop.
RUN.
The other side of the room comes up disquietingly slow. I stop, turn, and then squeeze another burst through the door on the other side, then a round into the head of the suffering thing, where it sits on stumps between the two dead Necro's.
I don't wait to see if it dies. It probably won't.
New door and new possibilities.
Footsteps on the other side, then a shot and a hole opens up near my face. Bits of wood sting my cheek, and I reply with another long burst. I spray the door with a good ten rounds then kick it open.
There's three men in the hall. Ones on his knee, chanting and taking aim. The other two are down. One's twitching and blooming crimson all over his white suit. The other is missing a piece of his head. He's up on one elbow and he's uselessly trying to pick up a shotgun with a ruined oozing hand.
The Mobian magic makes the runes in my back burn fiercely. The pain is sharp and deep but a kind of clarity comes with it.
No time to aim, so I run at them as I pray and spray.
The hall fills with smoke, thunder, and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Bits of floor and flesh fly up into the air. The Necro on his side yelps and slides a couple of feet back, as something hot screams past my ear, close enough to make it bleed.
The tommy gun's got a real kick. It's hard to move it in a good arc, when you're on the move and in the shape I'm in. It takes too much time and the Necro shooting back gets two more shots off before his head splatters wet and red against the back wall.
The first misses but the second finds the flesh of my upper thigh and spins me round to my knees in time to see the old man from the library come round the corner.
I've never seen one of them immediately after they've reanimated. I've never seen the way their veins and eyes bulge as their new shells fight to kill off every bit of life left in them.
I wonder if I gave him a mirror, would he rethink his decision?
His condition doesn't help his aim any. His pistol barks harsh at me but the slug plows into the ceiling and then he's flying back as I spray his guts all over everything behind him.
My leg is hit but the bone is still good. I'm up and around and stepping over the clawing dead man.
More footsteps sound out from behind me. I don't got the stems for a sprint and there's another 50 feet of hall in front of me so I turn and walk backwards.
The weapon in my hands bucks and spews hot lead down the hall. I move my fire in short bursts from the men on the floor to the empty space beyond.
They scream and shudder as new holes punch their way through them.
Need to keep them down, suppressed... not far now.
My leg is soaked. I'm leaving bits of red footstep on the white floor.
Too much blood - Must be an artery - Don't matter.
I can afford to lose some, never really expected to go for tea after it's all said and done and I don't need it all to get where I need to get.
Just need enough blood pumping through me to get me downstairs and maybe a minute or two more.
There's a red button on the wall so I press it with the barrel of the tommy and then send more lead back the way I came. A few more shots ring out and then it goes silent with a deafening click.
Gotta reload. I can hear the lift coming but its coming slow, and there, at the end of the hall, a dead man getting up and more coming around the corner.
An empty drum falls to the floor and fresh one finds its way out of the pouch tied to my back and into my numbing hands.
Shots ring out and the wall beside me spits plaster. Don't look up. Gotta get this drum in and the first round chambered. Gotta do it fast. Gotta do it right the first time.
A click, the sound of a slide being worked, and a burst into the men coming at me as little bits of death scream all around.
Five men in the hallway but they can't all fire at the same time, they're too crowded. Their faces are twisted into masks of panic. I'm too close to their boss and they know that they'll all pay worse than the pain I can cause them if they let me get to him and he survives.
Two of em go down, one bloodily. Crimson splashes the floor on one side of the hall and the man behind him with the tommy, just like mine, lets a burst go as he slips in blood.
A hot slug plows into my chest. It spins me round and I stumble into the open door of the newly arrived lift.
Things go black.
Stupid - So stupid to let this happen. Should have watched my ammo.
I can hear footsteps and the deafening rush of my own blood but I can't feel anything, and then suddenly, I feel more than I ever wanted. I feel like I'm made out of pure unrefined pain and there's this sucking sound every time I inhale.
A quick scream, the sound of bone grinding, and then the pain leaves again, and I'm just plain old tired.
I want to sleep brother. I've had enough.
I did more than most men would do, and who knows... if I'm lucky, the remains of the family Penance will slow cook in the basement as the hell they've created burns hot above.
Yeah friend, I put up a good fight, no shame in going out like this.
My eyes slide shut and then snap open as my name rings out in the elevator.
"Igneous."
No one knows that name anymore, no one but Dalia.
"Igneous please..."
Pitt was right. Her burn won't ever truly leave me and she's right too.
She's down there dying, and there's a kid in a cage.
The toe of my shoe slams the button hard. The Iron Gate slides shut and I put a burst into the neck of the first Necro to peek his head around the other side.
I'm sinking now. I hear shouts and the odd shot. Once in awhile something sparks inside the lift or goes screaming by, but the grate above wont open while I'm moving and the metal bands that make it up are too close together to let them aim.
Such a slow descent.
Heh...
Who would ever have thought a dumb Pug like me would ever go out like this? I kinda always expected to take a slug in the back in some alley somewhere.
I wonder if I've done enough to deserve a small bit of redemption or if I've come up short?
I guess time will tell.
Yeah, time and blood.
Why doesn't it surprise me that I'm running out of both?
User Reviews
Submitted by Khavek (user info) at 2006-01-31 09:05:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
We may not be on the right side of redemption, you and I, but trust me when I say we're a long way from irredeemable.
One of the most memorable quotes I've ever read.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-26 19:08:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ahahahaha!
That's fucking hilarious.
I didn't bother with how it sensed him, I wimped out and mentioned him asking himself the same question, then being too disgusted to care.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-01-26 18:29:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 19:10:36 (#)
Ranking: 0
Dude, it had pussies for eyes.
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See, that's what I thought when I first read it. Your description of the, um, eye-vaj, was just subtle enough to be creepy and uncertain. Much better than saying "IT'S GOT PUSSIES FOR EYES!"
So, then how did it see? Did it sniff Igneous out or does it have a dick for a nose like that girl in Deuce Bigalow?
I could do this all day, man.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2006-01-26 00:12:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
THIS IS WHAT MY NIGGA DESERVES!!! KEEP RATING, KEEP RATING!!!!
Now give me my money, bitch, then get back on your street corner.
Submitted by damage.com (user info) at 2006-01-25 23:46:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was wonderful.
I'm...I'm going to turn all the lights on now.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 19:10:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
And your sexbeast was not made up of sex-parts! It was made up of boobs and legs and a face. If it were a REAL sexbeast, it would have been all wangs and vaginas and would projectile vomit STDs at intruders. "BLARF!! Ha ha! Now you have gonnorhea and herpes simplex type-2!! Victory is mine!"
I guess what I'm saying is, what's the point of a sexbeast if you aren't going to have sex with it? And the way you described that lovely creature, I can't imagine anyone would want to have sex with it. But these are trivial matters.
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Dude, it had pussies for eyes.
Read the description again. It had three mouths on its face. It had six hands, and he didn't dare look below its waist.
And of course no regular person would want to have sex with it. The house is full of the most evil perversions of human beings...
You sir, don't win shit, but I have a cookie for you just cuz your cool.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-01-25 19:04:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:43:32 (#)
Ranking: 0
Ceas,
Dude, I'm surprised you didn't call me out on the Dalia's name. I inadvertently changed it from one story to the next, saw it on the chapter previous to this, panicked and gave her both names in an aside during the conversation between the two old men.
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Ooooohhh, now that makes sense. I noticed that, but I thought I missed something somewhere, and when you started using her two names, I figured that was your plan all along.
Sneaky, sneaky, Snarky-warky.
And your sexbeast was not made up of sex-parts! It was made up of boobs and legs and a face. If it were a REAL sexbeast, it would have been all wangs and vaginas and would projectile vomit STDs at intruders. "BLARF!! Ha ha! Now you have gonnorhea and herpes simplex type-2!! Victory is mine!"
I guess what I'm saying is, what's the point of a sexbeast if you aren't going to have sex with it? And the way you described that lovely creature, I can't imagine anyone would want to have sex with it. But these are trivial matters.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-01-25 13:50:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well ladyplural, if i didn't click on this and read 3 chapters in, i never would have known it was necrosiac....are there others like that? i don't know.
:)
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-01-25 13:41:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 12:51:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thankee Tim,
I'll be linking everything Necrosiac (There are a few offshoots) at the end of the last chapter, which I hope to have done by the end of the day.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2006-01-25 12:35:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ya know, Tim, there is this really awesome thing that I think we call 'User Info' or something strange like that. And you can click on it and see every post an author has ever written! And maybe, just maybe, Snark's Necrosiac post will be in that.
Just a, you know, thought.
:)
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-01-25 12:02:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i wish i knew a superlative stronger than wickedly awesomely phenominal, because if i did, i'd use it here, in describing the entire series so far.
I didn't read the orignal necromanicer series...can you link me to a list of all of the posts in that/this series so far?
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:43:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ceas,
Dude, I'm surprised you didn't call me out on the Dalia's name. I inadvertently changed it from one story to the next, saw it on the chapter previous to this, panicked and gave her both names in an aside during the conversation between the two old men.
I remember writing it and thinking, oh wow did I ever fuck up.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:38:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well yeah.
Submitted by sheckynecky (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:27:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
All kinds of awesome. I really love these serial posts. Love the suspense at the end of this one. Oh man, is he going to be turned undead? OH NO!!!!! What's going to happen??????
The part with the guards, that's what I got from it, these guys just saw so much bizzare stuff and probably didn't do too much in the way of actually stopping intruders, that they weren't overly concerned.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:18:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
All this talk about sex with corpses is getting me hot!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 11:11:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-01-25 07:14:59 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-01-24 20:59:18 (#)
Ranking: 2
brilliant.
so brilliant.
i'm actually sort of jealous.
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I agree with LadyP on the sexbeast thing. I found it kind of pointless. Plus, it wasn't really a sexbeast. It was more like a beast-beast.
What was the deal with Igneous becoming all confused? And what kind of crap ass guards just let people they don't know and have never seen, wander around the mansion they're supposed to be protecting?
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It was made up of sexual bodyparts. beast - beast wouldn' have worked. I wanted to show just how twisted the people he's up against are, and delve a little deeper into the lore of what Necromancers can do.
My intention with the guards was that the Necosiacs are over confident, and they have seen weirder things than a blood covered man with guns walking around that place.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2006-01-25 10:43:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Incidentally, I demand that you write a story about necro-weasels next. Just imagine, undead little weasels sneaking through small spaces just to whisper sweet Deadspeak in your ear....
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2006-01-25 10:42:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Over-confidant necro-weasels, apparently.
Besides, who could foresee an insane man with runes burned into his back sneaking into the 3rd floor of a house and fighting his way to the basement....
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-01-25 07:14:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-01-24 20:59:18 (#)
Ranking: 2
brilliant.
so brilliant.
i'm actually sort of jealous.
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I agree with LadyP on the sexbeast thing. I found it kind of pointless. Plus, it wasn't really a sexbeast. It was more like a beast-beast.
What was the deal with Igneous becoming all confused? And what kind of crap ass guards just let people they don't know and have never seen, wander around the mansion they're supposed to be protecting?
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2006-01-25 06:24:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You are gifted.
Always let others tell you otherwise, simply for the pleasure of proving them wrong in the long run. ++++
Submitted by hester (user info) at 2006-01-25 02:33:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
everyone loves a little lovin'. even a sexbeast.
i had thought you were bored with this story and then all of the sudden there's a butt load more!
Submitted by GuinnessSince1759 (user info) at 2006-01-25 00:57:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
a bit to long to read...but take 2 home just to be happy.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-25 00:23:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I hear ya. I don't like it much either. Imagination kinda failed there.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2006-01-24 23:50:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome. BUT. 'Sexbeast' seriously made the thing less menacing/horrible. Like in that utterly retarded movie 'The Chronicles of Riddick' or whatever. Even if it had been decent (and it wasn't), the fact that the bad guys were called Necromongers would have ruined it for me. As it was, I spent the entire movie giggling like an idiot every time someone said it.
ANYWAY, the point was, if the rest of the story hadn't been so awesome, Sexbeast would have ruined it for me. Even despite the kick-assery, I don't think I appreciated the post nearly as much as I could have.
Just sayin'...
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2006-01-24 23:33:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I know you say that you don't mind being ignored, but imagine that ratings and praise are like a redhead who loves sucking cock. Tell me you'd want to be ignored then....
RATE THIS STUFF YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLES!
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2006-01-24 23:12:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
captivating. first word that popped into my mind.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-24 22:19:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks all,
The next part is the last and then an Epilogue.
Might have to break them into two, there's lots to explain and it never works to post a huge chapter on Uber.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-01-24 22:08:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2006-01-24 21:34:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Heaps of good action. Your description of the rotting sex beast was very vivid (luckily I'm not the squemish type because I was eating my lunch at the time).
How many parts are left to this series?
Submitted by charminglybeef (user info) at 2006-01-24 21:19:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Kicker of all ass.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2006-01-24 21:09:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh. Fucking. Damn.
Outdoing yourself, my nigga.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-01-24 20:59:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
brilliant.
so brilliant.
i'm actually sort of jealous.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-01-24 20:50:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Dead flesh connected to dead flesh for the sake of evil pleasures.
Where there should be two sets of legs there are four, sewn to the bottom of her body with heavy thread and vile magic.
Three sets of arms spring from either side. Each one is a different length, shape and shade of death-blue, as if it's been thrown together by a bored child, out of the left over pieces of mutilated dolls.
Its chest is a bulbous mass of rotting breasts, like the egg cluster of a fleshy insect.
Full black lips have been attached to the dripping toothless maw under a once delicate nose. Full, pale, red painted lips are sewn over slits on either side of the face.
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I dated that bitch back in high school.