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11/05/2011

Explosive Revelations...

Happy Guy Fawkes everybody!
 Wrap up warm and remember, remember your gloves...
 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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