The Rebirth of Tyranny (Part 1)
By
Gforce_EU,
Posted on: 2005-12-09 13:53 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
Half of it has dissappeared, just got round to checking it and its gone?!? Arg, sorry for those who bothered to read it, as it doesnt go anywhere, i'll rewrite the end of the part when i get a spare 30mins :S
P.S. Is there a character limit on posts or something?
If there is you haven't hit it with your story. Doulos has written a lot longer pieces.
Shame it got cut in half, I liked it already. So when will you have those 30 min time?
G-Force
I'll get around to it today probably.
Ok, firstly i've never tried to write in this context before, so i've cheated a little and am basing the characters off my own toons AT's and names. Secondly it's only part 1, its short and I didn't spend long editing it, so your'll probably notice mistakes.
Some feedback would be nice, but im not going to dwell on it if noone posts. Although if you'd like me to continue the story let me know either here or in a PM.
P.S. Sorry about the unimaginitive title.
Introduction: Everything has a start.
The room was dank. Filthy wallpaper and paint had slowly begun to blister and fall away from the walls. The stench of fungus and decay filled his nostrils but it didnt distract or deter him.
Flipping to the middle of a large book he stood frowning at the page. After a few moments he closed his eyes and started muttering, the longer this went on the louder his voice rose, cutting through the damp atmosphere, as he tilted his head back. He could feel an energy building inside him, outside his skin pricked at him as goose bumps crawled over his skin. He forced his eyes tighter shut as the room, unbeknown to him, began to fill with a thin grey mist. Lazily it played around him and the dirty room, dancing in swirls before it reached the ceiling and went rolling across it.
This is the place Tyroque said confidently grasping the door handle. We all know the plan? He glanced over his shoulder to the two men who followed up the steps behind him. They nodded in acknowledgement. Dont forget, if he has completed the ritual he may be much stronger than before He opened the door and stepped over the threshold.
The smell stole his breath, his eyes watered as he fought back the urge to cough. A solid hand landed on his shoulder and pushed him onward. Thanks He whispered to Torrad as he blinked the last few tears from his eyes and cleared his vision. The walls of the corridor were stained with grime, a foul dark green and black, insects of all kinds scuttled around the crevices. He felt sick.
Deep in the bowls of this abandoned apartment building a rumbling echoed creating an eerie hum. Can you hear that? He hissed Hes already started, weve gotta be quick Doubling their pace they silently bounded down the hallways, following the sound as it got louder and louder
Finally they arrived at a door; the noise was almost deafening now and was unmistakably coming from the other side of it. A voice shrieked inside at a climax.
Ready? Tyroque asked turning to face his companions. A familiar nod in unison answered him as he quickly and quietly turned the handle. It was locked. Panicking he stood motionless; his eyes darted from side to side until he was pushed out of the way. Grasping the sides of the frame Torrad balanced himself before kicking the door off its hinges in one kick. They rushed into the room as Xylax pointed at them:
Now it is time! He boomed as Tyroque felt two hands grip his ankles like iron. Wavering he turned to see Torrad wrestling with an Undead monstrosity. Its skin flaked around it as he pounded at it, grabbing its head he spun around and smashed its skull into the wall. He turned just in time to see two more charging him, he raised his hands to shield his face as he was planted and thrown to the ground. Dozens of hands tore through the rotting wooden floor and pinned him down. The monsters turned and gazed around the room, their eyes black and glazed showed no emotion, no life. The expressions on their face were another story; they seemed puzzled.