Marquies barely felt anything, he was still recalling the words his instructor told him, hell, it probably wasn't real. His thoughts were interrupted as his eyes began to close, the sedative the doctor gave him was starting to take affect, hopefully when he woke up this stinging pain in his back would be gone. Marquies's eyes closed, and he drifted into sleep.
As Marquies walked into the light, the world around him began to spin uncontrollably, until he opened his eyes. He breathed heavily and began to look around, he was in some sort of tunnel. He was being carried, Marquies looked to his left, it was Lorenzo. " Lorenzo...Thank you". Marquies felt a sharp pain in his back and front. " AHHHH", the pain was immense". The monster had broken his ribs, and smashed his head against a building. Marquies held in his pain, as not to look weak.
Marquies continued his path down the glistening road, as he got farther, he could see familiar people. Ones he grew up with in his childhood. He was nearing the light, he covered his eyes, it got brighter with every step. He stopped right infront of it. He didn't know what lay beyond it. Marquies's eyes grew big as his old instructor stepped from an alleyway.
" Hello Marquies, it has been a long time since I have seen you". Marquies opened his mouth, but no words came out. " You cannot talk in this world, you must fully pass over before you gain your speech. There is no need anyway for me to hear your voice, I knew what you were going to say. Marquies there is no need to be sorry for killing me, you did me a favor". " I should sum this up quickly, you have limited time here. This could possibly be the last time I see you for a long time. Through the light lies life, or death.
In case of life, I should tell you this. The reason I recruited you, was not because of your talent sadly. It was because my master, Enquidores instructed me to. He saw big potential in you, and you lived up to it. Honestly I thought you were going to be a failure at first. Marquies you are now a good man. Step through the light, it is time. Marquies walked forward, straight into the light.
For years, the Creeper Cult has existed, they worship The Great One. They believe he is their savior from the incompetent human race. He is their overlord, their one and only. Jack Mulburry, a top detective has been sent to investigate the Creeper Cult's house. He shall learn bit-by-bit of the cult's secret. If he can survive their trials.
Chapter 1- The Investigation.
Detective Jack Mulburry arrived on the scene. He was sent there to investigate the house of a cult of some sorts, just as planned the police were there to brief him. It was raining, and thundering, that didn't bother him. This case would surely be easy, or so I thought. Mulburry closed his journal and stuffed it in his pocket. It was a little wet, but nothing to damage the paper. " Officer, this better be good, my wifes got some roast in the oven, and I'm damn hungry. The officer grinned, " Sorry Mulburry, we had to call, this guy is demanding to talk to you, his name is Victor Holt, he's the leader of this weird cult, twenty followers. They've been causing trouble all over town, noone ever presses charges though, they've been scaring the locals to death. So we were doing our regular runs, then we heard gunshots, coming from their property." " Gunshots?", Mulburry replied. " Noone ever told me about gunshots, who do we got here". The detectives grin faded. " Just me, Nichols, and a few new recruits." " Well lead the way officer".
Mulburry followed the officer up a path that revealed a house, old and dark. Four officers were hiding behind small stone walls, guns unholstered. The head of the police department walked up to Jack. " I don't like this one bit, go to the alley on the right, Victor Holt's waiting for you. Take it slowly, their known to be completely hostile." " DIE BASTARDS!" a gunshot was fired and a officer fell to the ground. Jack's eyes widened, a firefight broke out. He ran to the alley, Victor Holt was gone. Jack ran inside the house, but slowed his pace as he came across a dining room. Strange pictures were plastered all across the wall, they displayed giant green monsters, terrorizing groups of people. One picture depicted these words. The Great Ones shall rebirth and give us meaning, the humans of this world are not worthy of life, they are only pawns of The Great Ones true plans. Jack shuddered, this was getting creepier by the second. He left the dining room and continued to look for Victor Holt.
Chapter 2- The Story Of Victor Holt
Jack exited the room and walked through a strange vault, he made his way though the room and came across another door. He ignored it and turned to the left, he walked up the two flights of stairs. At the top was a broken floor, fire at the bottom. " Search the area". Jack crouched down, their here. Jack crawled across a narrow plank onto another platform, Jack jumped and landed on the base of the roof. He walked up another plank and went into a door at the top.Jack frozen, a long jump was ahead of him, he needed to make it onto the broken stairs. He leaped without hesitation and barely landed on the last step. He walked up to see three cultists underneath him. " Find the outsider! kill him"! Jack crawled into a circular room and opened the door at the end. " Hello Jack", it was Victor Holt, he recognized his face. " Welcome to my playground, The Great One welcomes you". Jack raised an eyebrow. "Victor, what happened you used to be a good man". " Good? I was never good, now that The Great One has shown me the way, I now know the meaning to life, he shall be resurected". Four Cultists came out of two doors on Victors left and right, armed with pistols. " Accept the faith Jack, Become one with us".
Jack backed up, if things got bad, there was a window right behind him, overlooking a balcony. " Jack it doesn't have to end this way". The cultists cocked their guns,safeties off. " He welcomes you Jack, he welcomes you". Jack turned and jumped, he shattered the glass, some ending up in his shoulder. Jack heard the bullets behind him and wasn't going to stick around. He jumped down onto the balcony and then onto the street floor. Nothing was there except for dead police bodies. Jack ran, his car wasn't far. He would have enough time to get the hell out of here, and get to the hospital.
Marquies was hit with the fists, he felt his ribs crack, he let out a scream of pain. To add on to that he was flung into a wall, his back making a loud cracking noise. His eyes began to close and open multiple times. He felt his bones shatter, he was most likely dead. Marquise closed his eyes and subdued into unconsciousness. He began to dream, as a young boy, Marquise had alot of freetime. He would do errands for his parents, simple tasks such as getting groceries, or delivering mail. This time, Marquise was walking down a long road, it was empty, nothing except for the glistening street, and magnificent buildings. It seemed endless, but Marquise kept walking towards the light that was at the end of the road.
(( Gonna go eat. The building he was flung into is the one that isn't blown up.))
Marquies barrell rolled behind a food cart, watching the battle unfold. He pulled out his common sword before taking off towards the monster, if anything, he could most likely get the things attention. Marquies approached the monsters leg and aimed his common sword straight through it. He knew this wouldn't even make the gargantuan flinch, but it could buy the robed men some time.
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" Hello Marquies, it has been a long time since I have seen you". Marquies opened his mouth, but no words came out. " You cannot talk in this world, you must fully pass over before you gain your speech. There is no need anyway for me to hear your voice, I knew what you were going to say. Marquies there is no need to be sorry for killing me, you did me a favor". " I should sum this up quickly, you have limited time here. This could possibly be the last time I see you for a long time. Through the light lies life, or death.
In case of life, I should tell you this. The reason I recruited you, was not because of your talent sadly. It was because my master, Enquidores instructed me to. He saw big potential in you, and you lived up to it. Honestly I thought you were going to be a failure at first. Marquies you are now a good man. Step through the light, it is time. Marquies walked forward, straight into the light.
(( Life, or death awaits.))
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For years, the Creeper Cult has existed, they worship The Great One. They believe he is their savior from the incompetent human race. He is their overlord, their one and only. Jack Mulburry, a top detective has been sent to investigate the Creeper Cult's house. He shall learn bit-by-bit of the cult's secret. If he can survive their trials.
Chapter 1- The Investigation.
Mulburry followed the officer up a path that revealed a house, old and dark. Four officers were hiding behind small stone walls, guns unholstered. The head of the police department walked up to Jack. " I don't like this one bit, go to the alley on the right, Victor Holt's waiting for you. Take it slowly, their known to be completely hostile." " DIE BASTARDS!" a gunshot was fired and a officer fell to the ground. Jack's eyes widened, a firefight broke out. He ran to the alley, Victor Holt was gone. Jack ran inside the house, but slowed his pace as he came across a dining room. Strange pictures were plastered all across the wall, they displayed giant green monsters, terrorizing groups of people. One picture depicted these words. The Great Ones shall rebirth and give us meaning, the humans of this world are not worthy of life, they are only pawns of The Great Ones true plans. Jack shuddered, this was getting creepier by the second. He left the dining room and continued to look for Victor Holt.
Chapter 2- The Story Of Victor Holt
Jack backed up, if things got bad, there was a window right behind him, overlooking a balcony. " Jack it doesn't have to end this way". The cultists cocked their guns,safeties off. " He welcomes you Jack, he welcomes you". Jack turned and jumped, he shattered the glass, some ending up in his shoulder. Jack heard the bullets behind him and wasn't going to stick around. He jumped down onto the balcony and then onto the street floor. Nothing was there except for dead police bodies. Jack ran, his car wasn't far. He would have enough time to get the hell out of here, and get to the hospital.
[8.22.11] Chapter 3 -- Prisoner Of The Cult
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(( Gonna go eat. The building he was flung into is the one that isn't blown up.))
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(( Edited due to repetitive nouns.))