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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 12:46 am
Reserved for silly announcements ^_^
Currently thinking about putting up a part of a chapter ever two-three days
Prologue up
Chapter 1A up
Chapter 1B up
Chapter 1C (will be up Thursday).
Chapter 1D (will be up Friday)
Chapter 2A (pending)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 1:19 am
Creperum Intus
~The Darkness Within~ Prologue Sometimes darkness itself can be more pleasurable than reality of life..."Wake...up...Kerrick..." A distorted voice bounced off the realms of thought, darkness continuously overflowing providing such relief... such calmness and serenity. Still the voice persisted on. Thoughts started to flow. Endless eddies of reality swirled blurring, creating nothing, yet it stirred nevertheless.
Reality... sometimes it is better to dream then to wake up and face your demons..."Kerrick..." the voice seemingly masculine, but still too distorted to fully comprehend, as if in a water's depth trying to understand someone speaking. Only moments of lucidity provided the moments of words, but phrases themselves lost, overcome by the sea of void. Persistence, or would it be insanity, to try and try again to reach the depth, grasp matter in a void? Yet sometimes persistence pays off. Light started to fluttered into opening eyes, void lingering, staying, wanting to hold on, yet the voice of light pour through the flood gates of the mind. Yet sometimes when you wake to the light of truth, you realize... you have become the demon... Perhaps darkness itself, can be more pleasure than the realities of life...
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 2:15 am
Chapter 1: Awakening Beams of sunlight pierced through wooden shutters, cascading its invading army throughout the room, a holy crusade against darkness. For now the light would win, and lavishly dwell within this chamber. "Agh..." A groggy muffled voice came from the floor. Birds chirped at the light, almost applauding it, edging it on as it seemed. Of course to Kerrick, the squeak of the birds were worse than the present light. His head was throbbing yet he still found the time to think ill thoughts upon them, and muttering annoyances, "Shut up!" His voice was loud, strong, and peeved, adding that extra sharpness. It seem though the piercing light would overwhelm his sharp voice, for the birds continued their clamor without notice to him. On a normal day Kerrick would still be at his guard station, since he was graveyard shift. He could never sleep through the morning with all the birds and other nature related things that never ceased to penetrate his slumber. So in a sense working the early morning shift suited him just fine, for birds could not wake the awoken. However, on this day, Kerrick was not at the comfort of his outpost, instead he was slumped over in front of a window where his natural enemy happily chirped. He wanted what he only had seconds ago, fast in his slumber, yet now that his body was alerted to his revival, he started to feel its demands, but more importantly its suffering. His whole body felt exhausted... no, aching. Those birds continued to add more frustration to him, and he decided to do something about it. As he lifted his head off the wooden floor, tilting it towards the window, as he attempted to gather motivation to close the shutters. Of course the birds chirping and the suns rays were reason enough, his body though seemed to be at an impasse with its aching telling him to put it off. This exhaustion, though it indeed did win which caused him to lower his head again, stirred up a few questions about its victory. Why was he exhausted in the first place? His body was lean, and always in tip-top shape. He could jog for acres upon acres without getting so much as breaking a sweat or huffing. So all of that endless energy attempting to bundle up in a five foot eight inches, should make it quite an effort to tire him. So with his muscles aching, head throbbing, and laying on the floor instead of being beside Ella, perplexed him, yet, his mind could not come up with an answer. Memories stumbled around almost like a drunkard in a small alley with lots of trash, quite wobbly. One of the reasons today was not going to be a normal day was because he wanted a little vacation time, not to mention surprising Ella. So Kerrick switched a day with a co-worker, and headed straight home. After that though, it was a blur. It seemed the drunkard had ended up crashing into a wall, but with a right push, Kerrick attempted to think of what might of happened. Perhaps ell was so thrilled to see him, they had a little celebration, and he might of had too much to drink. It would explain why he was on the floor, the fogy memory, and the splitting headache. However it left out a more important factor, it did not explain why his body was aching. Perhaps he had too many 'rounds' with his wife? No that would be pleasurable pain, what he felt now was as if his body was dragged through he river of styx, and thrown against hades itself. Not very pleasurable. After taking another breath he realized something else, "What the..." His hand moved up towards his face, and ran across a very sore and broken nose. Just another jigsaw in the fray, making him wonder if he perhaps had a fight with his wife. Even if it was her fault, he would probably allow her to pummel against him, yet the damage he obtained seemed like he must have seriously wronged her, and not only would she hurt him but probably leave as well. Which, after thinking about it, if she did leave him, might explain why he might of- Nah. His wife could be feisty, but she would not of broken his nose. Just to make sure though he hollered for her loudly... A chill went up his back as he heard no replies. That was motivation enough for him to lift himself up. In doing so though, he felt an intense pain against his chest. His eyes widened, "Holy!" His shout was not due to the fact he noticed he had a rather large wound stretching across his torso, well part of his shock was due to that, but the rest of it was because of the sight before him. Ella had kept the place always nice and clean, and this was everything but that. For starters, the bed was tossed on its side, its mattress ripped and folded over. Beside that there were books scattered frantically across the room, more plentiful then stepping stones. The books keeper, a once strong and sturdy bookcase, was broken and wooden remanents of shelves found peace on the floor. In addition, clothing, jewelery, and other personal things covered the floor leading up to him, actually past him. His direction went trailing after the clothes, and came across a wardrobe that was bent and cracked from what appeared to have been excessive force, and behind it the wall cratered in. It was just towards the left of his first attempts sight. however all of that was nothing compared to what really drew his attention. Blood. Blood scattered across everything, clinging to books, mattress, and even the walls. Everything was covered with the now dry crimson maroon speckles that once flowed with life, making the room look like it was a painters blot pallet. It seemed whoever the painter was, fancied his work most by the door, a still not fully dry puddle had blotted itself there, and seeped through the closed door. Perhaps like all artists, it got carried away and continued its work on elsewhere. "Ella..." His mind crept with intense fear, "Ella!" No response... wait. In the distance he could hear a low growling over and over again, no it was different, one deeper than the other. It sounded of a beast snoring.... He had almost written this off as a thug breaking and entering that went horribly wrong, but it seemed far worse than that, and there was still no response of Ella. A dark question burdened itself on him. Should he seek Ella beyond the blooded door, and face the dreadful fear, perhaps stir whatever devilish fiend he might encounter out there, or wait for it to wake it own self up. It probably had considered him as reserved food, and he would be trapped in the room waiting for the creature, his hand slid across his wound on his torso, to finish off its meal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:42 pm
Chapter 1 (B): The daunting step forward Well like any normal man in hi situation, he was screwed. No way around it, so he figured, why not? Why not walk towards a potentially dangerous creature, right? If he was going to die, he would die on his terms. However as his eyes looked across the room, his sword was nowhere in sight. "Oh joy," he couldn't die the way he wanted to, with a sword in his hand, but if he had to go out there unarmed, he would, although hopefully he would not become unarmed literally. As Kerrick started to move, he felt his legs weakening. It appeared that he was really beat. With a few grumbles, he staggered himself across the floor, avoiding the fallen books and other debris. Nothing like wadding yourself through a pool of blood and destruction. At first he actually tried not to step on the dried patches, but soon there was no floor not covered by it, so he was forced to make his way through it, hearing the nerve wreaking squishing sound. Shadows crept forth from his form, moving to the door as if the darkness was guiding him to it. His heart continued to pound harder worse, making it harder for him to continue. Still there was no way he could simply give up, Ella could still be alive. She might need his help, and if she did he would be there for her. He would have to protect her. With that thought, he decided he would need to find a weapon, of any kind. Even a board in the bookcase looked tempting. So he reached out towards the broken bookcase, pushing it a bit to its side so he could remove one of hte boards from it. however, in his weaken state, he had to place his foot against the case frame itself, and try to pry the board with his hands. "one, two, three, pull!" he thought as he urged all of his power at the cue, with a quick hard yank- Snap! Crash! The board broke free from the case, but he ended up falling backwards, hitting hard on his butt. "Ugh," he had gotten the board, but it was paid at a higher price than he thought. Was it just him, or did the snoring stop? It was a frantic thought, forcing himself to lurch upwar- Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimmering object. Like most normal people, something shiny was the least bit of a concern in a situation like his. However he was simply mesmerized by it, and for good reason too. It was... his hand rubbed against his left ring finger, nothing. A gulping sound left his throat. That ring that laid on the floor was his wedding ring. "Why.. why is it the-""Erick!" A woman's voice flooded the room, no, it had only flooded his mind for even when he put his hands to his ears, he could still hear the sound. Ella was yelling someone's name. His heart went cold, it seemed she was scared and frantic, alarmed, and she was calling out Eric. To warn him? Was Erik here then? Erick was his best friend, and lived close by, had danger stuck, he would of surely come to help out... so where was he? A dreadful thought came to his mind, could some of this blood be scattered from him? Even if he had answers to all of those questions, he was sure there were more to come, as they piled on, and the only way to get the answers was simply put forth. He would once again have to pick up his search, and investigate beyond the blood soaked floor... At least this time he is armed with a wooden board. It was not much, but it would determine his fate as he approached the exit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 7:08 pm
Chapter 1(C): Horror beyond the door Blood gathered worse where the door was, perhaps it was his next greatest trial. It forced him to push back his gag reflex as he trudged through the thick liquid residue. He knew, the thicker it was the closer the source, his answers would be behind this door. So he reached his hand out, although shaky, the determination in him worked up, the knob was in his range. All he had to do was grasp it. "Gnahhh".. the snoring sound continued once again, he could hear it a bit better now actually. Indeed he could knock it out being human, but now he was even wondering if it was a creature, it sounded too... too innate, as if it was merely the house giving off spooks. But it was already creepy enough for him, there was no need to make it worse... But if it wasn't a creature what was it? What human could cause to shed so much blood here? This was not some battlefield! His hand jerked quickly, grabbing the door knob fiercely. If it was indeed human, there was no need for fear, no, he would face them mightily perhaps give himself a surprise factor as he charged at them. With a rough tug, he pulled the door open, making the horrid slushing sound as it peeled back a layer of the dried blood. Even with his nostrils bruised and battered, he could smell of rotting flesh, and with every inch he opened it, the presence grew stronger. Part of him wanted to stop, and forget about going out. he could wait out all the danger, wait a few hours days maybe, wait for a few of his friends wonder why he had not shown up at work. Yet here he was, still pulling the door open. Pulling it open, slowly revealing- His whole body trembled, there was no longer any way for him to control his gag reflex, he felt it already moving up his body. Quickly he tried to make his way back to the wooden shutters, however, the blood had been scrapped and provided slime residue that clung and smeared across the sols of his shoe. His quick action caused him to double over as he could no longer find traction. Crash! His body was right back on the floor this time, however, he had no time to recover, simply turning his head and relieving his stomach. A foul taste to even a bigger horror. His mind tried to block it from memory, but there was denying what he saw... Erick laid on the floor, a man once so vibrant, full of life, always the life of the tavern, and yet now it seemed his life was smeared across the ground and Kerrick's shoes. Yet that was not the worse of it all. The man was not simply killed, he was murdered, brutally, savagely... murdered. Erik was indeed a man who could handle his own, Kerrick once spared with the man, and was bested by him. So surely he could of put up a fight, especially since the man. had a sword. However it seemed to be currently stuck within the Erik's body. It seemed to be so embedded into the man, it had broken into the floor boards below. Perhaps someone trying to prevent the man from crawling away? Surely there was enough stab and slash wounds in the man that he was obviously thoroughly dead. Not to mention the tremendous amount of blood... However, it really did look like Erik was crawling towards something, perhaps the front door? Wanting to get desperately away? And from what? What could have killed a man so easily and so savagely? He knew only more and more questions would arise, but somehow, he felt if he went out into the hall, and looked to where Erik was crawling to, he would find the answers. Perhaps Erik was simply crawling towards the light that would shine the truth to the events that happened... there was only one way to find out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 10:17 pm
Groaning sounds took over the place of the snoring, and he could definitely tell it was now just part of the house moaning due to the wind. he was not sure why he did not even think about it before, but the melody of the groans was in-tune with the blowing gust. Indeed the worry and burden on his back lightened just a bit. If it was human, it could be beat, there was hope yet for him. With that thought, his grip on the board grew stronger as he stood up.
He was going to take this quickly, rushing through the door, running and attacking, but now he had to be a bit more subtle. If there were more than one out there, he would have to create some kind of plan, something to save his hide. So he had to make sure he went unnoticed until then. Kerrick could only hope that who ever attacked had already left, but more importantly, he hoped Ella was safe. If indeed a human was the cause of this destruction, hopefully they had heart not to kill a woman.
A daunting breath escaped, once again he would have to trek through the blood stained path, and.. he would have to make his way past Erik's body. that was definitely something he resented doing, but it had to be done. So with much disdain, he lifted his legs across the body. Kerrick tried to his best making sure not to look at the horrified face of Erik, however he found it to be the only thing he could do. Memories of hanging out with the man passed through his mind. how many years did they know each other? All of that over in a single instant, just disappeared with whoever when they killed him.
Once again Kerrick felt the contents in his stomach begin to swell, nausea had struck him, and forced him to look the other way, look to where Erik had been crawling to. however the horrors beyond the hall was even worse. Another body laid, savagely slain, his body started to convulse. It was... Ella
Radiance used to surge throughout her body, and now only dried crimson black covered it. She no longer had the slender figure, it was more like a lump with.. a sword sticking out of her. Only thing that remained decent was her face, but that had a grotesque aura from her dead eyes. She suffered, perhaps would always suffer for the rest of eternity. tears streaked from his eyes. his lovely wife had been murdered. Rage started to fill his mind ever as quick.
"whW could of done such a thing?" He moved closer to her, wanting to hold onto her and comfort her even after her death. As he advanced, he yelled out for all to here, "Whoever did this, show yourself!" His trembling feet brought him even closer to her. "Show yourself!" As he yelled, he stumbled down to her, grasping her. Tears flowed freely as he tried to lift her into his arms, but she wouldn't budge. A sword was embedded into her. Whoever had done this had to have been a human, yet whoever could do something was a monster. once again he again he yelled, "Show yourself!"
Surprisingly he heard a voice too quiet to comprehend, respond ever so quietly, like the recess of his mind beginning to stir, beginning to think. Within that instant, the voice strengthened, resonated, almost louder than his, and surely more deeper. "Look at the sword."
Kerrick was startled by this all was the voice coming from his own head? There was no one else around, it must have been, but... was he going insane? He felt the only thing that could provide any relief was to give into the voice. His eyes moved to the sword... no his... sword...
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