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PROLOGUE - FEAR THE OLD BLOOD
It was the deafining roar, a strangled cry that reverberated throughout the stone halls and archways that shocked the Queen right down to her core. The whole of the buliding shaked and quaked; the people were stunned into silence. Frightend eyes gazed upwards, some amoungst the congeration already dove beneath the benches like scared children. Few prayed, near silent mumerings that begged and pleaded to whoever, whatever, was listining, "This can't be real, oh please this-"
The elderly preist, the very same man that coronated the Queen, spoke in hushed whisper, "Dear God in Heaven..."
The ornate stained-glass windows that depicted the life of Saint Micheal shattered inward, the two statues of the Angels of Hope and Wisdom broke asunder - the great cross that bore the image of the Saviour fell and the people flew into a panicked frenzy. The guards try in vain - to restore order and peace - but fail amongst the chaos and disorder. Few men are bowed low, their feverish mumurings rising into desperate pleadings of silence as the noise - that dreadful, inhuman, wreched NOISE! - grew louder in it's feral intensity.
This - this day, this moment - was to be blissful, a union between man and wife. Now an event of disparity and ruin - as the tall groom held onto the small bride who called for her elder sibling -
The prayers of the attendies, fearful -
The pleadings of mothers, for their children's sake-
The little ones, who in their innocence understood less than the adults did at what is occuring-
Was paused by a thunderous scream of the... THING. The monster, the demon, the nightmare made real- grew as the voices of the remaining guards attacked. Those inside heard the booming soung of cannon-fire, shots of musket-fire, with war-cries that sounded into the night, "For the Queen!" and the other valorius idiosyncteries peircing the oppressing air. Some amoungst the hopelss found courage once more, and as the creatures cries grew, they shouted encouragements and prayers to the valiant soliders who fought for their people.
Hope was at last in sight - yet once again Dispair pounced, and with a maw that streached into the endless chasam of the Abyss, devoured it whole.
As gunshots rung and cannon-fire sounded, the anguished cries of the abmonation turned into a gutteral bellow -
The soliders once proud shouts, their steady warnings turned into chilling screams - cries of panic resounded once more into the night. A howling cry, triumphant and supreme echoed -
Then the sounds - unforgettable in their revulsion and dread - turned into a loathsome organic crunching. One brave soul, an old man who lived to see countless battles and skirmishes, peeked outside through a small gap between the anichent chruch boards. And almost instantanously jerked backwards as he threw up in disgust. A young man asked what the old general saw. No answer was given, save for the pale pallor that colored the terror-stricken face.
The young man; couriousity compelling him, as did a sense of youthful arrogance, to look and see as his elder did. As he prepared his nerves to glimpse through to the courtyard, a strong calloused hand gripped his shoulder - the scarred general's face a self-silent panic-
"My boy, some - some things-" He stressed the words as the stuttered and spilled forth. The lines of his face deepening and making him appear ancient, brow furrowing as he serched for the words. "-Some sights are best left unseen." Ending with a slight flex of his grip in hopes that the boy would press no further. Youthful blue eyes met elder-brown; understanding met and passed between the two men.
Yet the moment did not last for long.
"Holy fuck! It's - It's eating them alive!"
The bewailing moans and panicked cries resounded, mother's covered their children's ears and glared at the man while the general grabbed the scruff of the fool's neck.
"Have you lost your damned mind?!" He hissed, teeth bared. The frightened sot blustered and babbled incessantly as he was being choked by the unyielding grip, face turning and eyes watering.
A calm presence, one that commanded with both grace and power, came to the moron's aid. A cold hand, one that was likened to winter itself, laid upon the general's shoulder. The voice it belonged to was a low, melodic liltany that soothed and comforted - the Queen's.
"General Hector, please release him." The older-man, relunctantly did as asked. Dropping to the ground admist the shattered glass and crumbled stone, the bluthering idoit turned- scrambling and spluttering nonsense as he went-
And ran out the door, leaving it completely open.
"Close the door!" "That cowardly-" "Oh dear Heaven-!" Cries and pleadings rung once more from the congeration- the door hurriedly barred and sealed with what remained of the benches.
The screams of the night were now, breifly, joined by another.
The young Queen, shocked by what she'd witnessed, attempted to make sense of what she had seen. The scarred general laid his burly hand on her delicate shoulder - improperites forgotten and damned.
"Your Majesty..." He began, but lost his voice admist the clamor of the citizens and visiting nobility. All of whom begged for aid, for assurance from the Queen -
That the monster would be destroyed-
that they may live to see another day-
Their pleadings were quieted by the anguished howls, the bestial reverberations of the abmonation. Who sounded louder-
As it's larger, powerful form moved-
It's muzzle; scarred, bloody with bits of flesh and gristle- pulled back in a deep-
resonant-
enraged-
snarl.
... Silence. All around was a vast stillness. None dare break it, none dare move. All of the world was quiet, lifeless as though broken by some force unseen and unreal. The un-natural pause befell the once vibrant center, the heart of the Kingdom.
The red-haired bride cluched onto her groom, normally cheerful face now a pale-imitation of what it once was. Her lips, painted red that day, looked to be coverd in blood. Eyes shadowed, a haunted look for such a young face.
She spoke, breaking the silence-
-shattering the stillness-
-tearing through the quiet.
A word, a plea, a name-
"Elsa."
And the Beast roared.
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A lone figure gazed upwards - towards the darkened skies that seemingly streched on forever, decieving in their heavenly serenity and stillness. The stars glittered and looked back like a hundred-thousand eyes-
Feeling-
Sensing-
Knowing-
The Hunt has begun.
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[A small tattered note appeares on your table, simpliy reading "Author's Note"]
Hello, and allow me to introduce myself. I am called by many-many-MANY names, but I like to be known as The Gentleman With A Cane. Although you may not know me, I know you- Your the type of person who like's the macabe and horror, yes? To watch the axe-weilding murderer chop up those two hormonal moron's too busy fornicating to notice their demise; or even the type to play horror games? To delve into the world of the unreal and imaginative, to give yourself a small scare, yes? To make that little avatar die, over and over, because of your mistakes- to laugh as your simulated 'terror' goes about it's course; for the 'hero' to win and get the girl?
If that is the case, then this story is NOT for you.
This story is of such a horror that it would make that psychotic axe-weilding inbreed screech in sheer TERROR, following by thusly shitting his pants and dying of firght- whichever comes first I suppose. It is one where the monsters, although seen, are ultimately unknowable- they defy all logic and reason. They care not for humanity nor their suffering- in fact, they see human's as the meger proverbial 'ant' I'm quite sure.
That is not to say it is COMPLETE Horror; there is much Drama, Adventure to be had with Action inbetween. Comedy is here, although the kind used is often grim and dark; so be aware. Angst abounds in corners along with the obvious Horror element. There may even be a Romance or two-
But I get ahead of myself, and this note becomes a letter. As well as writing this tale, this is my first. In both this lovely site and in the past years or so. How many you ask? Too many. Will I, The Gentleman With A Cane, make mistakes? All humans do, I assure you, Dear Reader. Will this be exciting and possibily addicting in it's telling?
Well, we shall see where this tale takes us, yes?
[Signed with a flourish, in an old penmanship that spoke of an ageless rhyme]
The Gentleman With A Cane
P.S. This has recently, as of 1/11/2016, gone under minor revision. Any comments, reviews, criticisms, etc. will be appreciated. Also, I will place trigger warnings in front of a Chapter should it be too course, violent, graphic, or obscene in nature that may trigger a negative emotional reaction. I like to SCARE people - I do not enjoy putting people in mental asylums despite my Author's Note and the little ditty composed on my profile-page.