Blodoni – Prologue


The dark surrounded the campfire as three silent figures ate their meal, a foreboding sense of doom filling the air mixed with the stench of the smoke.

“I don’t like it” one of the figures broke the silence, he took a deep swig from the doeskin container “I don’t like it one bit”. He stood up and looked at the other two who were still sitting.

“Quieten down Bavaal! you want them to hear us?” a snarling voice behind a cowl, the shadow of this ones face shown the delicate face of a woman but a scar from her chin to her neck “Sit down you fool!”

“I’ll quieten down when I kill that bastard Crag, Rhytal and not one minute before” he shot back at her. Immediately a spark flew from the third quiet person and the spark made the great man slump to the ground, silently snoring now.

Rhytal smiled menacingly and turned to the figure “Thanks my zelka, he has been intolerable!”

They nodded at each other.

The figure pulled towards Rhytal and with piercing gold eyes said softly and silently.

“Nom mervai severni o Cutrtha ” The fire reflecting and dancing as if alive in his pupils.

Rhytal smiled “Yes, indeed Pupilo he should be asleep but not in death, we need him for the time being…” her words dragged off as there was a snapping of twigs to the side, instantly the two rose. Rhytal gave a hard kick to Bavaal who woke up coughing and spluttering.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted.

“Shhhhh you fool, theyre here!” The woman gave him another kick to make sure he understood.

Bavaal turned to face the darkness his sword drawn like the other two. Voices surrounded them. “Who?” exasperated.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated from all directions “we gonna kill you”

“Cravos Otheos” Pupilo muttered as the magic in his hands pulsed and vibrated waiting for the right moment.

Rhytal swung her sword into the pitch black, catching nothing, Bavaal felt something tug his boot. His arm tingled with fear, these wernt ordinary creatures.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated “you will die”.

“Magillo!” Pupilo yelled loudly, instantly a bright dome blew up and surrounded the three of them. Bavaal looked through the blue light and could see the creatures, there were 12 of them with the reddest eyes. Half human and half snake creatures baring their fangs, hissing and smiling. They slithered here and there trying to break the magic dome, their claws raking the dome, testing it.

Pupilo looked on without fear, the dome would hold forever against these beasts. They retreated back to the darkness out of view from the blue light. Rhytal put her sword away and looked at Baaval.

“What in the name of Bagorn are they?” he was visably shaken by the sight of these creatures.

“Why! don’t you know? We are in the middle of Morgovia, surely even the great knight Baaval knows what they are” Rhytal laughed at the scared mountain of a man. “Oh put your sword away, we are protected” she sat down with a plump, he was still standing. He annoyed her, just the sight of the oaf irritated her.

She swung her leg fast and before he knew it he was on the ground.

He looked up at her angrily, shook the dust of his armour.

“Just answer the damn question wench” his blood boiling,

“Blodoni” Pupilo answered for her still he was staring out in the darkness.

Baaval exchanged a confused look still.

“And what pray fuck is Blodoni?” Baaval looked from him to Rhytal.

“Vampire” she said.

“I don’t believe you” he said, instantly a screech to his left shattered the peace and Baaval let out a scream of surprise.

Rhytal turned over with the biggest smile on her face, she tried to stifle the laugh as his pride had been wounded enough tonight. The screeches continued into the night but she slept through it, she had had worse nights than this.

The twelve creatures surrounded the dome, silence eventually falling, they glared with evil dripping from their eyes. Licking and smacking of the lips until the sun started to rise and they retreated to their sanctuary.

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The Hunger


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The blood drenched cape flickered against the wind as the tall man stood high up on a skyscraper, he was overlooking the glorious Thames and all the busy London night life. The mysterious mans eyes narrowed as he viewed the bright lights and dim outline of people far below, how he hated them all.

His blood red mask held tightly and snug to his head with black horns stretching out of the velvet material. His head buzzed with electricity, a voltage twitched around his brain which used to hurt him immensely. Now he focused the pain and enjoyed the sensation and what he could do with it. The centre of his brain lit up with chemicals going to and fro and suddenly he could hear a mile a way, he focused hard and he heard the screams of a woman.

He leapt off the building instantly and without hesitation and suddenly fell through the air, he used his power of flying by focusing his mind through these chemical reactions in his brain. As he began to fly he dived down then settled into a straight position. He flew around buses and cars, people got out of the way as he whizzed by and bits of rubbish debris flew everywhere. His face grimaced as he got nearer to where the womans voice echoed from. He remembered the hunger, the desire…the feast that awaited him.

He travelled extremely fast, down narrow alleyways and avenues and before he knew it he was at the site of the crime being commited. There they were, the evil men holding the woman down, ready for some pretty dark unimaginable things. He scanned the area as he suddenly stopped in mid air, three men and a woman in this area. He hovered to the ground.

The men shot at him as he walked over to where one man held the woman from the waist, her clothes ripped apart in anger by the men. She was screaming for help. The caped man told her to shut the fuck up as he kept walking towards the men, they were firing shots still but the bullets bounced of him like rain. He smiled menacingly as he reached the first man, he held his hand out focused with his brain, chemicals reactivating in his brain and the hand suddenly elongated into a silver trident. With a quick strike he delved the sharp trident deep into the mans genitalia. The man fell to the floor writhing in pain, holding the lower half of his body. The powerful being laughed menacingly. “Whos next?” he snarled.

The woman still screaming for help, this so called hero quickly flew to her and slapped her hard. She fell to the ground unconscious, peace and fucking quiet he mumbled to himself. The two thugs began to run off but he ran quickly and in a flash he was facing the running men who began to fall backwards on top of each other.

The masked man dragged both of the men easily back to the woman who lay there unconciously, she started to stir as she heard footsteps towards her. The masked man threw the two men together into a heap, he then took out a solid gold dagger and threw it at the womans feet.

“Kill them” his husky voice breaking the silence of this alleyway.

The womans eyes widened in horror, she looked at the dagger then at the man. Her eyes pleaded why? She couldnt bring herself to pick it up. The masked mans eyes glared at her, piercing her very soul. His eyes narrowed at how weak and pitiful this woman was. He bent down and took the dagger.

“Kill them. Or i’ll kill you.” he said matter of fact. He prodded the dagger to her hand “Take it”.

The woman took the cold dagger in her hand, it felt heavy and cold to the touch. She crawled towards the men who looked on in horror, almost paralysed but darnt move. One of the men jumped up and began to ran, the eyes of the man seethed with rage and he ran to the man and threw him backwards. The thug fell onto the dagger that woman was holding, instantly electric lightning erupted and went straight to the dark masked man.

He laughed as the lightning entered his body, he embraced it by welcoming it with open arms. The womans hair was turning whiter and her skin brightened shopwing her skull under her skin.

The lightning calmed and the mans last breath went from his lungs, the other thug lay on the ground staring into space.

“Now” the super man said, he held out his hand and the dagger zoomed straight to his hand “this one is mine”. He walked slowly like a predator towards the thug, he bent down and looked crookedly at the man, his face lopsided.

In an instant his dagger plunged into the heart of the man and the lightning went straight into this powerful human being. The woman looked on and stuttered that she wanted to go home, the man grunted in irritation, she had disturbed his happy moment.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the wall, he scanned the area and found some twine, he tied her up with the twine without much fuss. She struggled but he slapped her a few times and she stopped struggling.

He left the site of the murders happy that his job had been done.

His name was GoldFeed, he was anything but a superhero.

He hated them all.

The Tourettes


The crypt was cold and dark which left a very intense atmosphere in the air. Suddenly a silhouette of a man stumbled and fumbled in the cold cave, he was trying to find his way through. He had come here through rumours of hidden treasure buried in the depths of the cave.

He was quiet but he heard a noise to the left, a scuttling noise which he assumed was a rat. He chuckled to himself for being a coward but he sensed danger again after a few moments.  He felt hot air against his face and could have sworn a person was in front of him for a brief moment.  Nervously, he backed away then his arm twitched and quick as a flash flicked out hitting the wall.

“Damn it, cotton buds! Turtle soup!” He shouted and then hushed himself by putting his hand to his mouth. Something wasn’t right, an aura of evil was here.

He fell to the floor feeling hopeless. Moonlight streamed into the crypt through a small crack in the entrance. A thin claw was illuminated as it came toward the man.

Gasping the man went into full tourette mode.

“Gang tickling bum sniffle cardio!” His arms flailed as the hand moved ever closer to his shoulder. He swiped at the hand to move it away.

The hand retreated.

He felt the crypt was empty now. That the vile creature had disappeared. Did he imagine it? His heart was racing, his lungs felt frozen.

Laughter.

The creature was laughing.

The man’s arms kept twitching of their own accord. He had full blown tourettes and he was near hysteria in this panic.

The creature approached once more.

“Who dare disturb my home?”

The man flinched, the words came from every direction.

“WHO DARE DISRURB MY HOME?” the creature screeched.

“Floundering Mouse shit!” Replied the man. Scared, he kept quiet. The monster seemed taken aback.

“Hmm floundering Mouse shit eh? Floundering yes, yes, yes perfect name for a mortal…would you like me to light the room?”

“Shit crackers…yes…banana boat!” He replied.

“You’re a bit weird arnt you boy?” The creature flicked his fingers and the room lit up. What the man saw nothing, then he looked sharply to his left and there was the creature.

He stood like a statue, a statue with elongated fingers and legs. But his top body was small and tubby, his head merged into his very tubby shoulder line. His eyes beamed red and his razor sharp teeth were smiling.

The man fainted.

———

He awoke to singing, a beautiful songstress singing a melody made from the very fabric of heaven.

“Be still child,
All is well in dream,
It won’t seem to be long,
Just a moment with me”

The voice repeatedly sung this. He looked around, the room was still lit. He was confused, what’s happening he thought.

“Cock womb ling fudge packing fungus!”

The man kept looking around, trying to figure out where the singing came from. He stood up and walked around the cave. There were etchings on walls, lots of counting strikes.

His arms struck out and he hit his head.

A name was wrote next to a locked door, it said ” plekio pille”. Strange he thought.

“Plekio pille…what the hell is this…”

Suddenly a great realisation hit him, he turned to the entrance! It was covered over, sealed shut. No light came through.

He cried in frustration.

“Drunken fishing, toadstools”

The singing drove him mad. It was making him insane.

He fell back and closed his eyes. His eyes opened. He was looking up at the ceiling…the creature was hanging from the ceiling staring into his soul whilst singing this melody.

The creature stopped singing.

“You want to know what plekio pille means?” He asked.

The man petrified, nodded his head. The creature grinned.

“It means “I kill people”!”

With a swift drop the creature dropped to the man.

“Any last words mortal?”

“Yes” said the man.

“Well, go on!” Impatiently the monster growled, his razor sharp teeth dripping in poison.

“What are you? Bum droplets and candy canes, biscuits”

“I am…I am a ….oh fuck it!”

With that the creature tore into the man’s chest, straight to his heart and devoured it whole. The creature contorted awkwardly and at strange angles.

His work was done, he ate the heart and devoured the man’s soul. He stood up and went to the marks on the wall and with a long finger scraped a line next to the others.

It was time to celebrate. This was the 250th line on the count.

Time to get ready for the outside.