Chapter 1

Madness of the Moon

I just finished playing this game a couple of times. I thought I would write a story about it, whether you know the game or not I hope you still enjoy. If you want to know about the game, get it or watch Cryotic on youtube play it.

What to do? This was not part of his plans, and he always planned ahead of anything.

It was an undercover mission, something he had retired from years ago but the message from a past client made him interested, apparently there was a strange range of mayhem around Downtown LA.

The list was curious: blood and memory loss in some people, disease, missing persons, and humanoid creatures with skin deformities spotted leaving sewer holes, peculiar death, and a secret society. It made him take his gun and dagger from their dusty home beneath the floorboards.

It had been almost nineteen years since he last used them, but they were still in good form.

He believed he knew what the mystery was, with the deformed creatures, as he had seen them a few times when he snuck through the sewers to break into enemy territory, and a few in bomb devastated towns. Long limbs, peeling skin, and fangs as sharp as the bones that jutted out of their hands.

But hearing that they were out of the foul hiding holes, and possibly had others of their species wandering the human race made his old self rise to the surface. They say curiosity killed the cat, but he was more of an armed voodoo doll, harm him and you get tenfold back with a possible chance of dismemberment.

So that was why he did not expect this to turn out to be his death. Curious yet? Let's follow his story from the moment his plans were changed and his mind was opened to that which hid in the shadows.

With his hands tucked into his jean pockets to fight against the cold of the night, Earlson looked into every alley while appearing like he was just a casual city walker. Around him the homeless coughed and spluttered, and people in full radiation suits stood with clipboards examining a few corpses they found.

'Downtown, good to see its depravity hasn't changed one bit, perfect.' He thought sarcastically while passing the Last Round, seeing the name made him spin on his heels causing his heavy-duty boots to give a loud squeak, and people looked at him as if he was an idiot.

Inside was dirty with throbbing music, but the beer looked good in the hands of some drinkers so he ordered a glass of his own and sat up in a booth. Listening to the music and taking sips of his drink, Earlson looked around the room, noting the occupants and all escape routes if he was attacked. Best to be prepared for anything.

Good thing too because when he grew close to finishing his second drink three men entered bearing blades. "Oi bitch give us all your money… That's it into the bag." Fearfully the middle aged woman began to fill the bag in the thug's hand.

Three people rushed down the stairs, a woman with red hair and questionable fashion, a man in red and blue, and an African looking man. They looked defensive but paused when two of the men swapped their knives for guns.

"Try something and we will kill everyone here."

"Excuuuse me…" Earlson stumbled past and between the two armed men and waved his arms causing them to duck, "Another bottle, one bottle is not enough! Hic."

Knowing he only had two drinks, the woman at the bar gave him a frightened look. "Sir you have had THREE bottles not one, so please… sit down… please."

"Move it you drunken idiot…" CRACK, "GUAAAGH!"

The two men with the guns screamed as Earlson gripped their gun wrists in either hand and twisted, snapping the bones before they could think of pulling the trigger. Their guns were loud as they bounced across the wood, the red haired woman dived for them and handed one to the man in blue and red.

Before the two men managed to fall to the ground to nurse their mangled limbs, Earlson pulled out his gun from his jacket and used the hard grip to clock the third man across the forehead, knocking him out in one shot.

When all three were down in that instant, Earlson pulled out a twenty note as casually as casual could be, unfazed one bit about what he just did. "Thanks for acting with me mam, here's your tip."

"Thank you… thank you so much."

Quickly Earlson left the pub before any more trouble followed and continued his original path, only to pause again. Not for thugs or a pub this time.

There was a curious thing before him. Dressed like a biker in a full, tight suit that had the front zip almost down to her belly button stood a pale, beautiful woman who was looking at him with a smirk on her blood red lips.

Beneath her black glasses Earlson could sense her gaze, a look that went through him as if she was seeing everything of him. It made the hairs on his neck stand to attention, the feeling drew Earlson to her side.

Give his most polite and flirtatious smile he asked, "Would it trouble you if I asked the gorgeous creature before me a few questions? I am new to this area and want insight on the best hotel, or if there are problems in the area that I should avoid."

"Your warm blood shrieks for hidden replies and action, honey-doll. Voices whispering, the fire will consume madness, RUN! Huntress and Wolf-King, they are coming for the Jester's pawn." Hearing all this made Earlson regret his choice of person to question, maybe he should have gone for the beautiful woman in the long black dress that he passed before.

"Depends of what action it is, but answers I definitely do need. Where would the best hotel be?"

"A slumbering place is not what you seek, nor what you will get beneath this moon, hello moon man. We see it through the cracked mirror that is in our blood. You seek the worm ones, rat-eaters festering in disease, empty bodies and minds."
"Yes we see it, your blood seeping. Given to any and every one, not a blood bag. Pawn of keys, open the lid, tick tok." The woman gave a cackle before falling silent instantly after the third HA.

Earlson felt interested, this woman gave an eerie feeling but her words were insightful, mad but wise. He had the patience to sort through them, "Do you know what I am looking for and where to find it?"

"Do we know the answers to the secrets that creep in the shadows? No… yes… persuasive, winning the voices that is us with honey glazed words. Wait, honey words not said yet, or have they? Our memory fades as does the honey-doll. Past doll, become the madness of the future quickly. Rolling on white, don't touch there, fear the yellow one."

It was getting more and more interesting, Earlson always had a love for getting into the weirdest of places and trouble. This mad woman was both of these things in one sexy bundle. By the end of the night he probably was going to regret this.

"I can speak honey words to you now if you like? Though the rolling on white and not touching you in a certain area… makes it hard to keep a clear mind." Earlson smiled widely causing the woman to grin and press closer to his chest.

"Become our honey-doll, shadow soldier. Follow to our web, it is not the slumbering place you think you seek, but it is your destination. Come, before the sun breaks the mirror's illusion." The woman turned gracefully on her heels giving Earlson an interesting sight.

The back of her suit was in threads showing her pale cheeks to the world, and the 'XXXploit Me' on the back spoke his current objective. Both physically and mentally, he would exploit and draw out everything in her well of knowledge to show him the path of his targets.

Wrapping an arm around the woman's shoulders, Earlson hummed and brought his mouth down to her ear to whisper, "So my nutty-sweetness. Where was it you didn't want me to touch? Was it here?"

Slowly he lowered his hand, running it along her denim covered back until it fell upon the treads of her backside. The woman's eyes sparkled beneath her strange goggle sunglasses as Earlson's fingers slipped beneath the more solid cloth to trace down the valley of her arse, growling closer to her core.

No complaints made him grow a little more… assertive in his touches despite where they were. Eyes were everywhere, some hidden as they followed.

The mad woman pulled him closer to the shadow's to hide from the eyes around them, she moaned as Earlson pressed two fingers against her womanhood and stroked her sensitive nub. Against her ear the man smirked before kissing the skin of her lobe.

Before they even reached the flat Earlson's fingers were dripping wet and the woman was mewling, and whispering strange words. Along the way they had to pause and devoured each other's lips, smearing lipstick across Earlson's face, before rushing along.

Finally they reached the run down apartments that the woman lived, they stumbled inside kissing. Earlson walked backwards smoothly as the woman latched onto him, the sight made an old woman who was checking her mail-box to look on in disgust.

"Here we dwell, inside us, take us. Maddening honey-doll." The woman shoved Earlson into the elevator and slammed her fist down on her floor number before returning to his lips. Their tongues lapped against each other in a dominating kiss, and Earlson swore he felt sharp fangs a couple of times.

Ting!

The second the door's opened the woman was out of Earlson's arms in a flash, on quick feet the man followed, she was fast but he was able to track her with a skill he hadn't used in a decade. She hung out of her door with a wide, insane grin while giving her chilly laugh.

Earlson lifted her up and moaned when her taunt thigh's wrapped around his strongly, after slamming shut the door and probably waking the whole area he carried her to the messy bed and crawled atop her so he could kiss at her throat.

With sharp movements the woman's clothes were pulled from her shoulder's leaving only her hips down covered with the dark denim. Before Earlson could move back to pull them from her slender legs along with her boots the woman reached between her thighs and tore at the threads with a finger.

And as the hole in her suit got wider it revealed her dripping womanhood. The sight of the woman tearing at her own clothes so he could get to her core faster made Earlson's hardness strain against his jeans. Even if she was mad she was damn making him feel warm in the neckline.

Feeling the desire to be in her fast too thanks to this show, Earlson zipped down his pants and freed his shaft above the elastic of his tight boxers. Proving she was flexible, the mad woman hooked her knees over Earlson's shoulders and pulled him down to press against her body firmly.

Latching onto her surprisingly cold shoulder with his warm mouth he pressed his tip into her dripping body and thrust forward hard, causing them both to moan and move in a desperate pace. Hard and fast Earlson rutted the woman into the white sheets, just like her words.

"Maddening, so maddening! Oh Sweet honey-doll. Dig deeply, fill our tunnel with pearl treasure, Ah! The voices scream honey one! Whispering for more, fill my belly with your warmth! Red and white!"

Thinking he knew what she wanted, Earlson thrust harder until he was certain he was entering her womb and kissed at her bare chest. Running his mouth all over her cool flesh, Earlson tilted his head and took one nipple into his mouth to suck and nip at it. He was going to fill her womb completely with his release.

"AH! Honey-Doll!"

Earlson grunted in surprise as their position was switched, typically he didn't care who took the lead but the woman latched her legs against his arms making it impossible to move.

Throughout his years Earlson had wrestled with men larger and younger than him, and escaped from anything, but this woman… her strength and actions were almost frightening. If Earlson could feel fear he would be screaming right now.

But no sound came from his parted mouth as he stared at the roof in shock, the pain in his neck as the still thrusting woman bit at his warm flesh and drank his blood was lost in the lust as he came.

As he fell from his high release and began to grow rapidly cold, while falling into the darkness that spread into his eyes, Earlson could hear a whisper in his mind. A woman's voice, creepy but it was also familiar. A voice from his past.

The Jester is coming.

Then he was dead.

Hope you liked this.

Pronunciations:

Earlson = Earl-sin