Notes for Urban Arcana Fan Fictions 1 Living Dead in Little China Chapter 1 The Vanishing of Rhiannon Lovecraft:
Chinatown, San Francisco, California:
One week ago…
"GOOD NIGHT, CHINATOWN!" Rhiannon Lovecraft cried to the screaming crowd. She walked offstage, bowing as she did, and headed towards her dressing room. Rhiannon was blonde, with beautiful green eyes and a denim jacket.
Marcus Rockfell, a bodyguard who had been with her for a while, smiled. "You were great." He said. "Thanks," Rhiannon replied. Marcus wore a crew cut, an earpiece, and a suit that made him look like one of the entourage.
The security guy seemed to be in an argument with five men in coats. One forced his way past, and the security guy grabbed him, yanking his coat off in the process… revealing his golden skin underneath.
The other four threw off their coats and hats, revealing that they, too, looked like Oscar awards come to life. All five were clearly Chinese, and the leader, turned to the stunned security guard, and punched him through a wall.
The other security members, and Marcus, drew their weapons and opened fire, but the five walked right through the hail of bullets, heedless of their clothes being shredded and their flesh becoming torn and the holes developing in their flesh.
Four began attacking the security guards with ease, while the fifth grabbed Rhiannon.
"Drop your weapons," he said "or you'll be doing more harm to Miss Lovecraft. Our master has need of her."
Marcus lunged at the five as they began to depart… and was slammed back.
When he came to, the Golden Five were gone… and so was Rhiannon. The police tried to write it off as a publicity stunt, but Rhiannon's manager and publicists and the like were not about to let the matter drop.
As for Marcus, he headed into the night, determined to find the woman he loved and had vowed to protect.
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Hung Shao examined Rhiannon, as she slept in a trance. Hung Shao was a fifty-five year old man with long white hair, beard, and mustache, and red, traditional Chinese robes. He opened one of Rhiannon's eyes, and nodded.
He turned to the Golden Five, his elite zombie warriors, and his personal assistant, Kang Ming, a Chinese woman in a business suit with a clipboard and glasses. "You were right to send for me," he said. "Prepare her for the ritual. I need only survive until the appointed time…"
