The Paladins

by Kasent and Medeth

Set in an alternate reality, its basically about a group called"the assocition" who aims to take down a corupt govenment. In this world, there is a class of people called "Paladins" who can controll certin elements Water, fire, mind, ect.

1. Murder in the Dark

Chapter one: murder in the dark

Sentran stood in the middle of the darkened room with a bent, bloodied lead pipe and a body that had just been bludgeoned to death. He looked at his hands, which were covered in the red, life giving fluid. He felt dirty and used, but not compassionate. That was for weaker souls. He picked up a can of gasoline that was sitting by the foot of the bed and splashed it around violently, soaking the bed, carpet and corpse. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a plain, silver lighter. He flicked it casually and tossed it on the ground. The room was instantly lighted with the destructive element. He turned around, ready to leave the burning room. He stopped for an infinitesimal amount of time to look at the mirror that had been cracked in the struggle. Through the flickering flame he saw a face that was both intimidating and slightly handsome at the same time. He had short, spiky black hair and wide brown eyes that had seen more then they cared to remember. His nose, which he always disliked, was like the beak of a hawk that had somehow been bent. He scratched his long neck, which currently bore black stubble. He needed to shave. He sighed and turned away. He had done what he came here to do.

He walked out of the unattractive, indistinct house. He walked about twenty steps before turning around to witness his handiwork. An inferno of intense ferocity had engulfed the house. It would collapse in a matter of minutes. While he was looking at it he felt a certain sense of pride. Not at the murder, which had been sloppy and unnecessarily violent, just as directed. No. he felt pride that he did what was necessary to continue working towards his goal. He flicked through it and found the number he was looking for. He dialed it and listened impatiently for him to answer. Finally, someone picked up. "Andrant, this is Sentran." He stood, silent and listening. "Yeah, it's done." He said after a brief pause. "I'll meet you Thursday night, regular time, regular place." He paid attention a few moments longer then heard a dial tone. Andrant always hung up without saying the conversation was over. "Prick." He muttered to himself before turning and walking away from the raging fire.