Necrosiac - Mattaius at Rest - 2 (883 hits)
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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2006-04-05 13:56:37 EDT
Got a request via email to finish this so here goes...
This is really a portion of the second Necro series but I'm not gonna take it that far.
The two people who read this may notice a change in style from the first Necro series to this. This is on purpose and was always meant to be the intention. Each portion of the trilogy is meant to be darker than the preceding one.
Here's a link to the first chapter of this second series which was posted 2005/06/07
http://www.ubersite.com/m/68797
The entire compilation of Necro related stories can be found here:
http://www.ubersite.com/u/Snark/l/necro
He threatened at first.
He promised them death and suffering to an extent never before witnessed on earth, and when that didn't work and they turned their knives and teeth back to his flesh, he threatened them some more.
He cursed and strained against his chains with a strength only the truly dead possess, but he knew even as his muscles creaked and his bones ground together that they would hold true.
The chains were strong, each link designed specifically to hold a man such as him in place, each gleaming steel loop coated in pure silver by his own hand. They crisscrossed over him and came together beneath the table, held in unison by a great metal padlock, which was in turn connected to a spring device of his own making, a device designed to weave the chains and pull the lock out of his reach once he'd clicked it shut.
He'd been skeptical the contraption would work. It was based on a particularly nasty booby trap that he'd run into several years previous while his unit hunted a sect of guerilla Necromancers known as the Grueholde.
He'd modified it to do something other than its original purpose. Rather than twist his head off it would fasten it to the thick table, rather than rip his limbs from their sockets it would render them useless.
He'd manufactured it out of memory and desperation as the hunger in him grew and threatened to consume him. He'd fashioned it with shaking hands as the taste of human blood grew coppery stale on his lips.
Better to be self-imprisoned than a murderous cannibal. Better to be a chained beast than a Demon at large.
He'd hoped to spend the winter frozen in place. He knew no other recourse - other than suicide - than to deny himself flesh and pray the growing hunger would ebb over time or burn out like a junkies curse, because the only life he could never take was his own.
His world became screaming rant and the slow slide of sun pushed shadow, as it slid from wall to roof and back again, while day turned to night repeatedly until the change in light and passage of time became little more than a half noticed blur.
The devil living on his skin protested at first. It pushed its gravelly voice into his ear and begged him to give in; to feast and be done with it. It made empty promises and soulless threats, then used its own magic in vain against their unforgiving bonds, until it finally realized that even if it convinced the man to feed, the chains would hold fast and it would never have its way. Finally, it retreated weakly into some dark crevasse of its shuddering sweat soaked home to seek its own solace against the hunger it shared with its host.
Mattaius Pitt was already half-mad on the day the twins and the burnt man entered the cabin. He greeted them with insane laughter when they entered, then confused silence when they replied in like manner.
They looked like nightmare become shadow as they stood pointing and cackling in the doorway, the unlikely trio's bodies cloaked by the blinding light of the sun behind them.
Even after the door closed and their laughter subsided to hungry grins, he refused to recognize them as anything other than the pathetic delusional offerings of a tortured mind.
It wasn't until they stood close and leaned cautiously down that his mind turned from denial to realization to horror. It wasn't until their pale, sharp, sculptured faces told him undoubtedly that the women were of the family Penance, that he understood the folly of his self imposed helplessness.
The women were thin and clothed in thick white wool. Red hair flowed from crown to shoulder identically, as if each strand in the hair of one was bound to a like strand on her sister's head. They looked half Luis half Lillith and he couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at the bastard inbred children of father and daughter.
They leaned close and licked their lips, then stood back as a scarred lunged warning issued from the doorway.
"Mind your appetites and my counsel. His flesh is poison. Take no more than a morsel at first."
They replied in broken unison, their voices high and slightly discordant like a violin duet played by deaf children.
"You leave us?"
"For a short time."
"Shall we wait?"
"Taste of him if you wish. Play if you must but mind your appetites. We don't know his limits; I think it best to keep him in one piece for now."
The sisters nodded then turned back to their new pet as the burnt man shuffled awkwardly out and slammed the door behind him.
"A morsel."
"A snippet."
"Something small to share."
"A nose?"
"A lip?"
"A fingertip?"
"Such pretty eyes he has."
They shared each sentence; the words passed between them - calloused and sweet - at the same time, each utterance running coldly up Mattaius spine like the slimy hand of a rotting lover.
"Perhaps an eye is too much... the lid then?"
"Yes. The lid."
The sisters turned to each other, nodded in agreement, embraced, then stepped apart and withdrew ornate knives from within their coats.
"He's shaking."
"Is it rage or fear?"
"They're both sweet."
Rage took him and he fought against the chains with every last ounce of hunger and strength in him. The women standing above were Necromancers, he could see the dark magic playing over their skin and erupting like black solar flares, but the hunger in him was seeing something else. They were of the dark art but they hadn't yet crossed over to death. Life pulsed through their veins, thick and rich, and he wanted nothing more than to rip it from them in all its glistening glory and stuff it down his throat. He strained and shook but the chains held as they should and he remained stiffly in place.
The sisters leaned close and pinned him with their cold green eyes.
"Why would you imprison yourself so? What was it you hoped to accomplish by doing this?"
The answer shot out of him with a teeth-grinding snarl.
"Peace. I just want some fucking peace."
The twins expressions turned blank and he supposed they new about as much about the meaning of the word as they did about Sunday School or family picnics. They hadn't come to offer peace. They hadn't come to offer anything. They'd come to take. They'd tracked him down somehow with the express purpose of feeding from his flesh and knowing why wouldn't help him one iota when they started cutting into him.
He didn't scream when they sliced into the thin membrane covering the top half of his left eye. He didn't voice the mind numbing pain when the twins punctured his eyeball in their gleeful haste. He understood that the pain he felt was just a taste of what was to come so he resigned himself to his plight as best he could, and turned his mind to the only course of action left to him.
He would endure. He would survive. He would make it through somehow, and when the opportunity arose, he would rip them to pieces and do some feasting of his own.
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Submitted by Alter (user info) at 2007-09-26 22:34:01 EDT (#)
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No, Comment.
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So, where's the rest of it?
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I don't know where I was to miss this but what a pleasant find.
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Thank you Sir may I please have another?
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Oh my brotha...keep this shit coming. Just don't post it on my days off.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-06 01:23:32 EDT (#)
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Ah, now I must read all of these. Though if they're as good as this, I doubt it will be a chore.
You're VERY good, mate.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2006-04-05 22:47:15 EDT (#)
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I was so happy to see this.
I'm hungry for more.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-04-05 20:37:50 EDT (#)
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I wondered why your post wasn't rated higher. Then I clicked on it and saw the shlongy review.
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+2
Submitted by OneCheapGeek (user info) at 2006-04-05 19:15:59 EDT (#)
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Yes....MORE!!!!!
*zombie shuffles off*
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-04-05 16:32:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:35:16 (#)
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Trust me; You'll notice....
They ALL notice...oooooowwwwwwwwaaaaaahhhhhhhhhahahahahahahaha doodee doodee doodeee (SFX)
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Riiiiggght
Submitted by EatMeCompletely (user info) at 2006-04-05 16:02:01 EDT (#)
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Shlongy said doodee.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:35:16 EDT (#)
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Trust me; You'll notice....
They ALL notice...oooooowwwwwwwwaaaaaahhhhhhhhhahahahahahahaha doodee doodee doodeee (SFX)
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:21:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by EatMeCompletely (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:08:50 (#)
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When is the next one, you bastard?! Now, I need closure.
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SUMMER 2007, I'LL WAGER
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:18:31 EDT (#)
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Umm early next week I think... Maybe Friday this week.
Submitted by EatMeCompletely (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:08:50 EDT (#)
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When is the next one, you bastard?! Now, I need closure.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-04-05 15:00:19 EDT (#)
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Ahhh, now it makes sense.
I'm gonna be sad the day you stop stalking me, if I notice.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:58:28 EDT (#)
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Look at your title of your post, genius. I found it quite comical.
First thing I thought of whan I read it.
Then again, I'm infinitely smarter than you are so I can see how you missed it.
No worries!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:18:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:06:48 (#)
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Well, since Snark already -2ed himself, I can't feel bad about being the second.
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Huh?
Senility?
Submitted by Rocktsrgn (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:09:42 EDT (#)
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Holy sweetness, batman, it's back!
Resonates of Mike's doam series. Fantastic.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:06:48 EDT (#)
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Well, since Snark already -2ed himself, I can't feel bad about being the second.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2006-04-05 14:05:58 EDT (#)
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Kicker of all ass (+2)