Post by THE WATCHER on Jul 8, 2010 23:36:35 GMT -5
The lower parts of this city were always infested with the vermin of the unseen world. Scurrying as rats along walls and byway of pipe. Into the places few ever would wander. Forgotten basements, catacomb and the like lost in history. One such a place lingers in a deep part of the oldest structures. Locked off from the sun and only filter the darkest light. Was the place of question.
Tied down to a table. Chained to it with her shirt ripped and crying in the dark. Was a woman, a young but mothered woman. Whom even now was crying for many reason. Yet in this time. It was her fears and concerns.
The sound of steps off behind her and she begs, begs for a mercy from the one that took her. As she was gathering groceries. As she was getting into her car. The night got darker she remembers. It was like darkness surrounded her.
Yet now as she turned as much she can. Only seeing the waist of a man in all black. He edged his thumb across the strange and curved blade. Her heart racing as she begs once more for freedom. She speaks forth that she has two children. A son and daughter. That she begged for their sakes she be freed.
The figure stopped stroking the blade. Then stepped back and laughed to himself. Out of her vision. She felt seconds later a gloved hand push her face to the table. Then the sounds of the man shifting the blade over her back as she screamed. It etched into her a baphomet and when done he let the blood drip slowly onto the floor with his tool. After that he strolled past her and again in midst tears and begging she just wanted to go home to her children.
"My dear. As much it pains me... not, to tell you this." He strolled past her to the numerous forms hanging off his walls. Then told her, as he unhinged some chains that allowed two bodies to fall to the ground. The man stopped and waved his hand about before him as he in turn explained, "You do not need to worry or beg. For in truth the matter you beg on is mute. You see you have no children at home waiting for you to return. In fact, they are right here."
Her heart stopped as she saw the two bodies, young and small. Then of course standing. Yet they were no longer her children. Disfigured, rendered with sewn limbs. The things before her slowly moved toward her as she cried in many emotions. Though here he took a vial and seeped her tears into a mix of the blood of her two children before they in turn just began to attack her.
Ignoring that he took his latest potion and walked to another chamber. Much more to do. So much more to do.
Yet before he could truly be into his work. There was suddenly a familiar feeling. He stood still. Mask looking back and forth.
"I spy... with my evil eye..." He slowly watched along the world. As if sensing something. Or someone. Yet not yet able to differ them from one thing or the other.
Tied down to a table. Chained to it with her shirt ripped and crying in the dark. Was a woman, a young but mothered woman. Whom even now was crying for many reason. Yet in this time. It was her fears and concerns.
The sound of steps off behind her and she begs, begs for a mercy from the one that took her. As she was gathering groceries. As she was getting into her car. The night got darker she remembers. It was like darkness surrounded her.
Yet now as she turned as much she can. Only seeing the waist of a man in all black. He edged his thumb across the strange and curved blade. Her heart racing as she begs once more for freedom. She speaks forth that she has two children. A son and daughter. That she begged for their sakes she be freed.
The figure stopped stroking the blade. Then stepped back and laughed to himself. Out of her vision. She felt seconds later a gloved hand push her face to the table. Then the sounds of the man shifting the blade over her back as she screamed. It etched into her a baphomet and when done he let the blood drip slowly onto the floor with his tool. After that he strolled past her and again in midst tears and begging she just wanted to go home to her children.
"My dear. As much it pains me... not, to tell you this." He strolled past her to the numerous forms hanging off his walls. Then told her, as he unhinged some chains that allowed two bodies to fall to the ground. The man stopped and waved his hand about before him as he in turn explained, "You do not need to worry or beg. For in truth the matter you beg on is mute. You see you have no children at home waiting for you to return. In fact, they are right here."
Her heart stopped as she saw the two bodies, young and small. Then of course standing. Yet they were no longer her children. Disfigured, rendered with sewn limbs. The things before her slowly moved toward her as she cried in many emotions. Though here he took a vial and seeped her tears into a mix of the blood of her two children before they in turn just began to attack her.
Ignoring that he took his latest potion and walked to another chamber. Much more to do. So much more to do.
Yet before he could truly be into his work. There was suddenly a familiar feeling. He stood still. Mask looking back and forth.
"I spy... with my evil eye..." He slowly watched along the world. As if sensing something. Or someone. Yet not yet able to differ them from one thing or the other.
