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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2006-01-30 14:28:04 EST

IGNEOUS KANE PT-2

They barely have time to blink before the slugs start tearing into them.

One points, the other shouts, and then they're both twitching as the tommygun fills them with my hate and loathing. It jumps in my hands like it's barely being held, and I guess it barely is.

I'm weak friends. I'm almost done.

I'm trying to get up on them. I'm trying to run, but all I can do is stagger forward like a man who's been in the dessert too long. I wanna finish this, then die slumped over Dara's body but the strength is leaking out of me faster than I thought it would.

The Thompson goes dry and Luis scampers from the floor to a spot out of site behind one of the tables. I can see holes in his clothes but I must have missed his bones, at least the ones that count.

Paulos springs up, turns, and then crumbles to the floor as one shattered leg gives way.

The tommy drops from my hands and my roscoe takes its place. I'm pulling myself along the side of a table with one hand, and trying to raise my gun high enough to aim with the other.

Paulos sneers, then opens his mouth to send his magic at me but my first slug tears a hole in his shoulder and he screams instead. The sound is like music to my ears. I take another step, and for a second, I think I'm gonna fall. I plant my hand on a table and it's the one with Dara on it. The tiniest bit of skin from her foot brushes me, and suddenly I'm filled with an energy I didn't know I could have anymore.

I'm strong and tall and full of life. I'm walking forward, straight and sure, and emptying the last two round into the old bastards chest. I'm standing over him, grinning and pressing the pistol with Martini's bullet against his forehead.

I'm looking for words to suit the occasion. I'm looking for some final insult to give him before I end our lives but none comes so instead, I close my eyes, think of Dara, and pull the trigger.

The hollow click sings my failure to the room like the toll of a bell from a desecrated church as whatever bit of residual magic Darla was sending into me fades, and I fall to my knees on the filthy dirt floor in front of the man I've just failed to kill.

He mutters words of magic to himself and I hear bones crunch and mend, and he climbs to shaky feet as the sound of singular applause sounds out from the doorway.

I don't have to see the source to know it's Pitt.

Damn me.

Damn me straight to hell. I shoulda checked my gun after he clocked me in the yard. I have no idea how long I was lying dazed on the ground.

The world fades for a time, and when it comes back, Pitt is standing close but far enough back to avoid Lust.

He's smiling like he just won the Nobel Prize and he's holding a shining rune covered bullet between his thumb and forefinger.

"Imagine my surprise Kane. One second I'm reaching into your belt and taking the pistol out of it, and the next there's a snake got its fangs stuck in my leather. It fought like hell after I got a grip on its neck. It spit and hissed so loud, I thought for sure it would bring you around but I guess the day musta took its toll on you. I thought for sure I was gonna get bit trying to one hand this bullet out, but I did it and you never figured it out did ya? You never stopped to think that I MUST know what you took from Martini?"

My reply is a splatter of spit and blood on his shoe.

His foot lifts from the ground. It rears back to plant itself in my face, then stops as barely constrained fury sounds out from his father.

"Atraius! Is this the man?"

Pitts face goes from gleeful to docile in the blink of an eye and he turns to the old man behind him, then lowers his head and speaks softly.

"Yes Father."

"This is the one you were supposed to watch; this pathetic thing that has defiled the sanctity of my house and BROUGHT INSULT TO ME AND MY GUEST?"

"I didn't..."

"No excuses Atraius! Yes or No?"

"Yes father."

His backhand almost knocks Pitt off his feet.

"To think that from my loins sprung the likes of your sister and you."

He turns and looks at me. His eyes are the typical yellow of a powerful Necro but there's a brightness in them that fills me with dread.

He puts a hand up to his chin, strokes it in thought, then smiles, and turns to his son again.

"Tell me, does he have the third ring? Did your sister give it to him as we suspected?"

"No?"

"You are sure?"

"Yeah, he would have let it slip. I don't think he knows it even exists."

The old man turns back and suddenly a new horrible suspicion fills me with dread.

I'm back in my office. I'm saying street tough things to a blonde woman in a red dress. I'm playing coy with her but then she releases her power and I'm nothing but a puppet and then she's kissing me, and it's deep... so goddamned deep.

I'm waking up on the Office floor and Pitt is there, and less than an hour later, it feels like I got a volcano in my guts.

That kiss....

She gave me the ring alright, she gave it to my belly. It slid into me, borne on the tongue and magic of a Succubus, and now I've brought it back to them.

The old man turns back and looks at me again and this time his face is menace.

"If you had stayed in my home you might have learned some things boy. You might know how to sense destiny when it's near."

He raises his hand and my belly erupts. The world turns bright white and fills with my scream, and then I'm curled in a ball and I got my hands clutched over the hole in the middle of me, while old man Penance holds the dripping ring out for his son to see.

Pitt glances at it, then me, then shamefacedly at his father.

"I never..."

"No and neither did he. Look at him. He's little more than a dog."

They're right, I'm a mewling animal. I can't control myself. I can't do anything but lie here and groan while my teeth grind together so hard that I feel them begin to come apart.

"Finish him."

Pitt takes the curved rune covered blade offered by his father and steps forward and all I can do is scream Darla's name, and the world stops cold when she replies.

She lets a single word slip out of her mouth. It's soft and sweet and so full of power that I feel it in my spine, and my heart breaks because it's not my name.

"Atraius."

If I had anything left in me, I'd kill him for that. I'd tear him to little pieces for being the one to receive the gift of her voice.

"Sister."

"Kiss me."

The table shifts again and I close my eyes tight. I try to lose myself in my pain, but then I feel it.

It starts like a breeze then kicks into a storm. I open my eyes and the lights are flickering. There's a wind ripping through the room. It's mimicking my screams and knocking blades off the walls, and old man Penance is staring in wide-eyed shock at his children, as his daughter sucks the soul out of his son.

Pitt's fist pounds the table just above my head, and he lets out a muffled scream as the table shudders and lifts an inch off the floor. It hovers there for a moment and then drops with a crash, and Pitts hand dangles limply above me as the wind dies.

I'm still in a ball but my pain is dulled. It's been replaced by despair, loathing, and envy as the two souls above me flicker to nothing.

She tried to save me. She used the last of herself to protect me, and in doing so, robbed me of the death I crave.

Paulos takes a trembling step forward, his hands held out uselessly before him as Luis voice sounds out softly behind him.

"My friend, I'm sorry. You have suffered a great loss this day."

He takes another step forward, then puts gnarled hands to the side of his head and screams his rage and loss at the ceiling and the thing that used to be Martini joins in the chorus.

He moves to the table and screams his son's name. From my vantage point beneath, I see him take the blade from the dangling hand of his son on the other side of the table, and a moment later, the cleric cries his last breath into the room as he pays for two deaths he could not stop.

His cry goes on for what seems like forever as the wet crunch of the blade piercing his chest sounds out repeatedly, until it finally, mercifully, dies out.

Luis waits for old man's panting to subside before speaking again.

"Paulos. The boy... we had a deal."

"No!"

"You gave me your word."

The old man turns on his guest he moves to stand before him and spits his condemnation loud and clear.

"Look! Look what you've done! My children are dead! My destiny is DEAD!"

"The boy."

Paulos turns his back and takes a step towards his dead children.

"The boy is mine now. He'll grow old in this place. He'll live with me and I'll teach him everything I know of the art."

"My friend, you grieve. I beg of you, collect yourself. This decision is rash."

"My decision is final."

Luis sighs then steps forward and something akin to a guttural bark escapes his lips. His hand closes over the top of the old man's head and the hair beneath falls to ash.

The bark turns to a chant, and the chant to a shout, as Paulos Penance' eyes roll back and then bulge yellow white out of their sockets like rotting egg sacks. His arms and hands go stiff at his sides, and the skin of his face dries and cracks. He doesn't scream. He hardly utters a sound save a barely audible croak, and then his eyes burst and Luis lets him fall limp and lifeless to the floor.

"That is the one thing I could never let you do old fool."

Penance steps over the dead man then kneels before me. He's looking at me with the kind of pity one reserves for a suffering dog.

"And what gift for a beloved servant?"

The question makes me chuckle through the pain. I manage to point at the body on the floor behind him and croak a response.

"A Penance cannot harm another Penance."

He smiles ruefully back.

"What favor would you ask of me Igneous Kane?"

"I don't care, just make it end...I'll take what he had."

He starts his chant again and reaches towards my head, and I close my eyes and smile, because for once, I'm not the one about to be surprised. For once, he's not entirely in control.

There's a hiss and a yelp, and when I open my eyes again, Lusts fangs are buried deep in the Necromancer's hand.

He stumbles back, then falls to a sitting position and looks at his hand as if he's just realized there's an eyeball growing out of it.

"What..."

Lusts tail wraps around the old man's forearm as he looks on in shocked horror. It raises its head and hisses then lunges, fast as a bullet, and plunges its dripping fangs in his neck.

Luis screams and grabs at it but he's not fast enough, the snake coils back and strikes again, and two more holes appear in his cheek. He screams again, and then bashes his arm hard against the table beside us. Lust uncoils and moves to slither away but it is hurt and slow, and the Necromancer has pulled himself from the shock of the encounter.

His punctured hand closes around its tail and he jumps to his feet and holds it at arms length as it weakly tries to twist up to his arm.

"What harm did you think its venom could possible do to me Mr Kane?"

I don't respond.

I'm thinking of Ngana and how she told me that the Seductress was the opposite of the Necromancer. I'm thinking about how a Succubus is like an incredibly powerful seductress, and how Lust is the embodiment of that power. I'm expecting the poison to react to the old man's skin like gunpowder to a spark, but my hope fades as Luis coughs, spits something green on the floor, and then uses the snake like a whip. He pulls it up and back, and then brings it's head down hard on the unforgiving wood of the table before tossing its limp body on my lap, and I realize that - despite my hopes - the snake is just a snake after all.

"Suffer then, if you value your pain so much."

The old man turns away and my hope for redemption goes with him.

The family Penance may lie dead around me, but only because the Necromancer stepping away willed it.

I never stopped being a pawn. I was the old bastard's puppet right up to the very end, and the knowledge of it brings tears to my eyes.

I lay down and look up and wait for the bitter end to come, but instead I'm given a chance.

There, twinkling silver above my head, in the curled fingers of Pitts dangling hand, a single rune covered bullet.

Luis walks up to the spitting thing pinned to the wall, then nonchalantly rips out its throat as I fumble the bullet into the chamber and snap the weapon shut.

"I know your secret old man."

My voice is so harsh that the words are little more than nonsense but he hears them nevertheless and turns my way,

"Oh? Do tell."

"Necrosiac."

He raises a brow and takes a step forward but he's still too far away and Ngana's brutalized remains are blocking everything but his head.

"What is it you think you know mister Kane?"

I mumble something incoherent and he takes another step closer, but I still can't take the shot. I'm too weak. My hand holding the gun shakes as if it's palsied.

"Three rings, one for each of them."

His brow furrows and he steps around the table. I got a clear shot. On any other day I couldn't miss but this is as far away from any other day as I've ever had, and the my hand loses its strength. It falls uselessly onto my lap as spots begin to dance before my eyes.

Luis shakes his head and turns away and it's like I said before friends. Sometimes you just gotta pull the trigger and see who goes down and who gets back up first.

My finger squeezes - a shot rings out - and Luis stumbles then looks down at the hole in his shin.

The old Necromancer brings one tentative hand down to his leg, then pulls it up and tastes the fluid on his fingers. He chuckles, takes a step towards me, smiles, and then falls dead at my feet.

I smile back at him and my eyes close again. My pain begins to fade. I'm ready to go. I'm ready for judgment but none comes. My slow slip into eternity is interrupted by a tentative footstep and suddenly I'm not so content.

Before me stands the boy. He's slipping the ring he took off of Luis fingers into his pocket and his face is emotionless, and suddenly, horribly, it all makes sense.

"Hello Luis."

When he answers, his accent is thick. I can't quite make out from where but it sounds eastern European.

"Hello Igneous. Does it hurt much."

"Not so much anymore, no."

"Good. It won't be long now."

He walks, up and takes the weapon from my numb hand, peers at it quizzically then lets it drop to the floor.

"I didn't really expect the bullet to work."

"Me either."

A delicate hand brushes the sweat from my forehead.

"You don't really know much about the Necrosiac do you?"

"Nope, care to share?"

Kinda feels like someone else is speaking. Kinda feels like I'm made of paper.

"I am the Necrosiac... or will be one day."

He leans back then turns, pries the ring out of Paulos fingers, and holds it up for me to see.

"Three rings for three souls. Three rings to complete the trinity. The man you killed was to teach me how one day, but now it appears I'll need a new mentor."

"Scuze me if I don't cry for you."

He's a boy but his eyes are old. They're cold and calculating and I should've guessed the old guy was a decoy. I should have read it in his concern for him. Dead men don't care about living children without good reason. I should've known the second a Penance seemingly took the life of a Penance.

He pockets the ring then places one hand on Lust, and runs it gently up and down. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the feel of the scales until his curiosity is satiated.

"For what it's worth, I never meant for you to suffer as you have. I never meant for Darla to burn you so extensively. I never expected she would put the ring inside you. You two have both surprised me and exceeded my expectations. My hopes were in Martini. You were never meant to be more than a contingency."

"What are you?"

He lifts his shirt and unsheathes a small knife from the scabbard beneath. It gleams simple and silver in the rooms light. It slides effortlessly over the skin of his palm, and fresh red blood springs into the cut.

He holds it up for me to see then sheaths the knife and stands.

"Just a boy Mr Kane. Nothing more."

I chuckle again, and will my arms to reach out and strangle him before he grows old enough to destroy the world, but they remain uselessly on my lap.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah."

The world fades out again, and when it comes back, a plain white sheet is draped over me and Luis is gone.

I'm alone and the puppet master is gone.

I'm dying and I fought the good fight, but I'm leaving this world with the cold knowledge that the fight was never mine to begin with. I've been killing my way to where I am so that a nine year old boy can steal someone else's twisted destiny.

It ain't right and it ain't fair. I don't want to go out like this anymore. Not here... not now... in this filthy place.

I'd pray if I believed in miracles, but I've never seen one and probably wouldn't know it if I did, and everything I've ever heard about them tells me they only happen to the worthy and friend, you and I both know that worthy ain't in my nature.

Something moves on my legs and I let my head slump forward.

Lust twitches once, then again, then weakly raises its head, and I'm thinking thank god for small favors. At least I won't die alone.

It slither's its way weakly from beneath the sheet to my shoulder and teases my ear with its tongue, before continuing its journey to Pitts dangling hand.

It's going home. It has blood dripping from its snout and one of its eyes is cloudy. It wants the same thing I wanted, to die next to beauty.

I manage to lift my head enough to watch its tail go out of sight over the edge of the table top.

"Sleep well my friend."

The snake doesn't respond, but a second later the dead woman does.

Darla gasps long and hard like a diver that's just barely made it to the surface. Her body twists and bucks under the weight of her brother, as one seizure and then another rips through it, and I'm thinking I was wrong. I'm thinking that snake was never just a snake.

The table creaks and shudders then goes still and Pitt's body rolls off to the floor on the other side, and a second later, the face of the Succubus slides into view.

It's Darla but its not. Her eyes are that same piercing green but they're reptilian. She's leaning over the table with her neck stretched out as far as she can get it. She's waving it back and forth like a reed caught in a slow summer wind, and a red stain is spreading out from the chest of her plain white nightgown.

Her gaze sweeps the room unsteadily until it falls on me, and then her mouth opens up and she speaks my name with a forked tongue.

"Igneoussssss."

I don't have the voice to answer anymore. I don't have the will to question or the strength to back away, but I got the resolve to take what's coming, and that's something.

She slides off the table to the ground and looks at me with those alien eyes again.

"Kisssss Meeee."

Its getting dark. Can't keep my eyes open.

I hear her slide up, and I think I can feel a hand on my face. Her lips are close and her voice is in my ear again.

"Kisssssssss Meeeeeeee."

Cold lips press against cold lips. Her forked tongue forces its way inside my mouth and that wind starts up again, except this time it's in my head, and my bones, and the barely moving pump that is my heart.

It's violent yet warm. It's powerful but gentle in its own way. It's lifting me off the ground and carrying me away and I'm fading...

Forgetting...

Finally...

I'm finally...

Nothing.

And then I am.

EPILOGUE:

The man in the white shirt and black tie frowns at the folder on his desk. He's looking at it like he doesn't entirely approve of what he's seeing.

His straight brown hair slips off his forehead to dangle in front of his eyes, and he brushes it away with hands that look like they were born in an office.

He's trying to look stern, but his chin is too honest and his cheeks are too soft to warrant fear. He's tough but he ain't dangerous. He ain't bearing the scars of his mistakes on his face yet.

It's all for show. He's establishing dominance.

He lets the act go on for a little while longer. Then looks up and asks a simple question in a tone of voice reserved for government use only.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes. Mr. Ness."

He nods and leans back in his chair. The pencil in his hand taps an irregular beat on my service file.

I'm thinking he likes the sound of his name. I'm thinking he's gotten used to the limelight, and that ain't such a bad thing. I'll be able to do my job better if I stay out of it.

"Officer Pitt. You've been brought to me because you are one of the few policemen in this godforsaken city with a reliable reputation."

He's not looking for a response, so I don't give him one. I just sit and wait for him to find his way to the center of things.

"I'm done with the mob for now Pitt. My mandate has changed. I'm to form a new Agency of sorts. I'm to do for magic what I did for corruption. New laws are coming into place and we're going to enforce them. We're going to regulate magic. We're going to go after those who abuse it."

"Necromancers."

He nods, stands, and moves to stand before a faded map of the city where it hangs crooked on the wall. He stares at it for a moment then turns and hooks his thumbs in his suspenders.

"Not singularly no. We're going after any type of magic abuse that puts life and freedom at risk. We're going to crack down on the Seductress trade, black market Enchantments, and Illusion crimes to start. We're going to enforce the laws concerning them all, but yes, our primary focus will be the practice of Necromancy."

I nod and he returns to his seat, picks up his file, and leafs through it.

"I'm not gonna give you the third degree about the trial and your heritage. The fact that you came out of the investigation regarding the fire at your fathers house and the horrors that were found in its remains, as well as you did, is enough for me, and I see that two separate panels of Clerics have cleared you of possessing any Necromantic legacy. The fact that you were a party in bringing down your own father because of your hate for what he was bodes well for your application, but I'm not without my concerns."

"Fair enough. What is it then?"

Maybe my tone is a bit harsh. Maybe I've come across as irreverent, because he shoot me a look that belies a masked anger I hadn't noticed before. There's something seething beneath the surface of this man, something powerful. He's not lying when he says he's going to take the fight to the Necro's, and I'm thinking all the hype in the papers about him might be true. Regardless, I can't help but admit a grudging respect for the determination I see there.

"Says here that you helped the man who started the fire and later died in the houise..."

"Kane."

"Yes Kane. The Vigilante Madman."

He stares at me hard as he voices his judgement and it occurs to me that he's picked those words to read my reaction.

"At least he tried."

"Tried and died. He tore down the Necromancer power structure and created a vacuum. The city has been slowly torn apart by those competing to fill Paulos Pallance shoes ever since."

"I don't believe he had a choice."

"No? Why?"

"Different reasons, but mostly because of the kind of man he was."

"You were friends, you two?"

"No, but we knew each other, and I know my sister loved him dearly."

"Dara Pallance. She died in the fire as well didn't she?"

"Yes. She was found in the basement with my father and the others."

"I'm sorry."

I think he genuinely is. I think he's telling the truth when he says he isn't going to judge me because of my last name, and my respect for the man grows.

Behind him is the front page of a Newspaper from a year ago. It's pinned to the wall and the headline reads. "House of Horror Burns to Ground."

The picture is of a smoking ruin surrounded by police cars and ambulances. It's grainy and wrinkled but it's enough to drag me back.

I'm sitting in that basement again and holding Dara's head tight against my chest. I'm letting my tears fall upon her lifeless face and I'm thanking her for giving me a miracle.

I'm telling her I love her and thinking that false love can be just as powerful as the real thing.

She killed me and remade me with her love. She burned my skin, and soul, and brought me to this place of horror and sin, then breathed me into her brother's hollow shell.

And yeah, maybe it was all Lusts doing; that transfer of my soul from my broken punctured self to the shell of her brother, but then Lust was never anything more than the part of Dara that wanted me most.

Ness coughs loud and my reverie is broken.

I'm back in the now, in my ever more familiar shell.

"We got a tough fight ahead of us Pitt and we are going to win it within the boundary of the law, but our enemy is as evil as anything on this earth. We can't be boy scouts and win the war. There will be times where we may need to practice a certain moral flexibility... do you think you have the stomach for that?"

A slow smile steals across my face and I don't dare do anything but nod cuz anything else will turn into insane laughter.

"Yeah, I don't think you're nearly as soft as you look... do you have any questions before we finish up here?"

"No questions Mr. Ness. Just this..."

The package is wrapped in plain brown paper and tied with string. I push it across the desk towards Ness's questioning face.

"What is this?"

"A shirt and a casting. The stains on the shirt bear symbols. The symbols can protect a man from Mobian magic. The casting is of a runed bullet. Kane made it a week before the incident at the house. The runes imbedded in it cancel the magic that holds the undead together."

Ness looks at the package suspiciously for a moment then turns his gaze back to my face. He looks at me intently, and when he's confident that there is no jest or lie in my eyes, he stands and offers his hand.

We smile and shake, and another step in a new life of second chances is made.

"Welcome to the team."

"Thanks."

"I have good men working under me. I keep them to high standards and I'll expect the same from you. Other than that, we are pretty casual. My men refer to me as Mr. Ness in front of reporters, Elliot when we're alone, and Ellie when they think I'm not listening. I have to warn you Pitt, that first name of yours is a mouthful. Tthe boys are going to have a field day with. I suggest you provide them with a nickname as soon as possible."

The window behind him glows yellow. Sun's coming up. It's the end of the workday for Ness and his men and the beginning of The Good Fight for me.

Nothing to do but smile, and nod, and say:

"Iggy... My friends call me Iggy"

User Reviews

Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-06-01 04:52:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-09 13:19:29 EDT (#)
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So. I've made it right the way through Necrosiac, and now this one.

Where the hell did Matt's kid come from? Or was I dreaming that bit? Who was the mother? WHAT HAVE I MISSED?

Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-05-09 13:19:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2

So. I've made it right the way through Necrosiac, and now this one.

Where the hell did Matt's kid come from? Or was I dreaming that bit? Who was the mother? WHAT HAVE I MISSED?

Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2006-02-12 07:55:42 EST (#)
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GOLD!

Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2006-02-04 14:08:52 EST (#)
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woot woot
ding ding
snarky, you got everything

Submitted by OneCheapGeek (user info) at 2006-02-01 22:35:40 EST (#)
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This was delectable.

Now do some Terri/Matt/dead dude porn.

Submitted by whiskey_jack (user info) at 2006-01-31 23:48:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

This series or Necrosiac or just some of the characters of either would make a kickass graphic novel. Think about it.

Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-01-31 21:20:42 EST (#)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-01-31 20:57:58 EST (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-30 15:02:47 (#)
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GLALL,

I actually went through this one with a fine toothed comb, then I thought about the look of disgust on the Caes's face when he finds my usual grammatical fuckupery, and couldn't help myself.
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Ha ha, motherfucker.

I gotta admit, this confused me a lot. I think I kinda got it, but it was a struggle for me to piece it together, especially since I haven't read your Necrosiac series. That might have helped.

My biggest problem in this was deciphering the relationship between Luis and Paulos and that whole family. I think because I read these stories days and weeks apart, I forget who is who...I think you could be more clear when you refer to who is speaking. For example, there's a lot of 'the old man did this' and I kept thinking, "which one is the old guy again? Luis or Paulos? And is he Pitt's father?" And so on.

Again, that might be more my faulty brain than your writing...after all, yesterday I opened my car door so I could pop the trunk, put something in, then went to the store to buy something, and came back to find out my driver's door was still open. I'm a goddamn genius.

Regardless, lots of cool moments here, and your turns of phrase are always awesome.

Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2006-01-31 01:18:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

This was a fantastic series.

I had been wondering how Pitt's ancestor could be from a necro family whilst Matt was a good guy himself. Igneous taking over Pitt's body was definately a neat way to tie that in.

As far as the boy went I had thought that he might be the old necro's son.

Don't just think about a story regarding Matt & Terri's service - DO IT.

Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2006-01-30 22:02:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Oh that was awesome. I had a definite thought of "Why would he care about a random boy?" but I figured that I was probably missing something and dropped the thought.

This meshes very well with the 'Necrosiac' series.

I luuuuuuuurrrrve you.

Submitted by RonArtestPunch (user info) at 2006-01-30 19:39:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Excellent series.

Loved the whole thing. Great story from start to finish.

All in all, you rock my world. You rock me like a hurricane.

I can't believe more people aren't reading this.

Kudos man, keep up the good work. Grody to the max.

Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-30 17:43:21 EST (#)
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I've toyed around with a quick series about Terri and Matt's tour of service together... dunno... we'll see.

Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-01-30 17:36:31 EST (#)
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You've left plenty of room timeline wise to explore some other options. I think more on Mute would be excellent. I have to admit that more background on Anka would really need to be a secondary story to grab my attention. Bad Ashley.

I'll read any of these you crank out. I love your strange little world.

Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-30 17:22:40 EST (#)
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Ahhh that's awesome to hear.

I really wanted to throw in little tidbits throughout the series that would appeal to people who've read the first.

I was tempted to throw some reference to the Anaka family and perhaps even Mute, but once I read what I had, it just seemed like to much, and this last chapter suffers from a little bit of - Too Much Going On - as it is.

Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-01-30 17:02:46 EST (#)
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Oh, and the Elliott Ness tie in made me laugh out loud.

I just can't tell you how many times I read something in any of your Necro related series and have an "oh you crafty bastard" moment. That is what makes it so addicting to me. Depth, man depth!

I'll go camp another post, now.

Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-01-30 16:51:40 EST (#)
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Cage boy got me. So did the ressurection into Pitt's body. I was SO waiting for that explination, you shit. I knew something was up whith the whole family killing family member thing but I didn't get it until the end.

In other news, I love the way this gives history on the original (to us) Necro series while being written in a completely different tone.

And finally, coming up in the 11:00 news: I liked the explination about how Dara became obsessed with our pal Ig. Yes, yes I did.

I could go on, but I have to do SOME work today.

Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2006-01-30 15:41:30 EST (#)
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The boy totally caught me off-guard. I thought there was definitely something up with him, because like you said in the post, why would he care in the first place so much about a living child? Then I just passed it off as nothing but an afterthought.

Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-30 15:21:42 EST (#)
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Guys,

I would be interested in hearing how you felt this fit in with Necro.

Did you see the thing with the boy coming?

Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-01-30 15:11:51 EST (#)
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HO-LEE-SHIT

you're my hero.

Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-01-30 15:02:47 EST (#)
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GLALL,

I actually went through this one with a fine toothed comb, then I thought about the look of disgust on the Caes's face when he finds my usual grammatical fuckupery, and couldn't help myself.

So I posted the rough draft cuz I'm in a weird mood I guess, So... Desert and Tthe and a couple other things.

I know I pretty much sabotaged my own story but, what the hell, it's all about the fun.

MyNameisTime,

I know man, I meant to link em but Jesus there's so many:

Necrosiac
Mattaius at Rest
Loving the Grind
Recital
The Onion Run
Igneous

Necrosiac is over 50 episodes and I'm the laziest person you ever met.

Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-01-30 14:50:15 EST (#)
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that made my afternoon.

thanks for an awesome story...i loved it.

but i thought you said you were going to link to all of the other necrososisidiiciaicion posts in this one...wtf mate?

i look forward to having that list o flinks, so i can print these out and read them on the shiitter

Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2006-01-30 14:46:07 EST (#)
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Holy...fucking.....shit.

Ending was great. Maybe one too many, "oh he's gone, no wait, not yet" parts but the story needed it. I also kept thinking about someone trudging through a fudge sundae after I came across the mispelling of desert, but that just added entertainment.

Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-01-30 14:34:13 EST (#)
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Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-01-30 14:29:35 EST (#)
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thrilled that this is up.

on to reading..