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Today, as the title explains, there is an Explosive Revelation in the story of When the Night Falls so keep your eyes glued to this screen and make sure that you read through this twice and start any guesses to what happens next in the Comments at the bottom.
I wonder if anyone will guess?
...enjoy...
Tome: When the Night Falls
Chapter 4 Continued...
Filius Mortis’s eyes shot open and he threw himself up from
his place lying in the shadows. It was the first time that he had slept in months
and his tired eye lids felt heavy. Even the Bio-Mechanical had to sleep
sometimes…
Mortis’s hand
instantly reached for the haft of his scythe and his hand grasped around it.
Tight.
Wary, Mortis brought
himself to his feet and looked around himself at the humans. Something roared
in his brain disturbing the silence of the people sleeping around them. Some of
them shuffled. They were all homeless. Even Mortis, he had no use of a home and
so he wandered the world, always offering satisfactory protection bearing his
scythe. All he asked of the homeless in return was to sleep in the groups.
His feet were silent
on the ground, not even his perfect Bio-Mechanical hearing could pick them out
from every other sound.
The door swayed a
little in the wind. Mortis placed his hand around his door and threw it open,
almost throwing it off of its hinges. His scythe drew the light from the moon
itself. The moonlight playing around the scythe but the moon’s infinite power
never fading.
There was a
disturbance, something which had once bothered him but it was weaker. Almost as
if the disturbance was not quite in control of itself.
“Grosse Mann,” Mortis
hissed so quietly that not even the wind could pick up this call to war. “I’m
coming for you…”
Some splatters of
Grosse Mann’s blood still stained the rusty, musty blade that shimmered in the
moon light.
“Leaving so soon
stranger?” a woman asked behind him.
Mortis turned around
knowing that he could relax. Even if this person was someone trying to cause
harm he knew that in less than a second he could have him killed. Alas, his
murderous homicidal needs would not be quenched tonight as he stared with his
cold, frozen blue eyes into that of the homeless person that he had spoke to
when he had first arrived here.
“I’m afraid that I
must,” Mortis said, “There are things going on here which you would never
understand… and I don’t quite understand myself…”
The woman nodded, her
hard as stone black voids of eyes penetrated through Mortis’s cast shadows into
his own cold blue eyes. There was a sense of smugness and confidence in one so
desperate. Then maybe she was not desperate but happy. Happy with her family of
the homeless.
“I’ll take your word
for it,” she said not even trying to start to understand.
Then, the mysterious
man before her simply fell through the floor and into the shadows. She looked,
baffled at the disappearing act that the man had performed and looked at the ground.
She walked over and started jumping up and down on the place where he had been
only seconds before.
“You don’t say…” she
said to herself.
Grosse Mann could feel the final stages being put into
place, the slurred and hurried words of the drunk played around in his mind.
His six arms leapt up
into the air and sent one man flying through the air as another jolt of life
was pushed through his dead body. The scream filled the air.
“Restrain him,” one of the disfigured drunks roared.
Six men raced around
him and held his arms down. Each of them steered well away from the slashing
claws and the stabbing, sharp ends at the top of his six arms. Grosse Mann
tried to throw them off but their grip was impenetrable.
“Is everything ready?” the drunk asked again.
Grosse Mann could not
hear the answer for the next moment he was screaming. A psychic scream which
wailed out throughout all of the lands. Grosse Mann could feel the pain sear
through his body and see the world in a new light of blue.
There was something
new running in his blood.
Not Necromancy but…
Could if be?
Could it really be?
Grosse Mann’s bottom
jaw undid itself with a sickly sound of skin pulling its self apart and ripping
and smiled savagely…
What have they done? What will happen? Stay tuned...
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