The Last Leader Guys-Prologue by: KC
The storm was close now. Mage Clyde heard the thunder, heard the rising wind. Chanting
softly he knelt before the log at Stark's Pond. He picked up a silver bowl and look
around the area.
He saw a little wooden toy boat rock as the small waves rocked against it. The small
penants caught the wind. Although the colours were faded, he knew they were scarlet-the
colour of the ruling family presiding over the South Park Elementary Estate. The waves
grew bigger and the pond reflected the night sky.
More...Just a little more...
Now!
Moving swiftly, he put the bowl down and grabbed at a knife with one hand. With the
other he grabbed the hair of a first grader who lay gagged and bound upon the log. He
ignored the terror stricken eyes and yanked the kid's head back and slashed his throat.
During this time, he chanted.
He caught the blood in the bowl. He didn't care that the boy's blood dripped over his
fingers, staining them red. As the flow decreased his servent pulled the body away.
He chanted harsher and much more rapid. He opened a small box he had brought with him.
He removed a small piece of wood and a satin cloth. He put them together like the toy
boat and set them afloat in the blood.
He then took out a small bottle filled with water from the pond. he let three drops
land in the blood. the blood stirred as though wind had caused it to ripple.
Overhead the sky got darker. The storm closed in and thunder wracked the skies. In
the bowl, the waves rose higher. The wood moved around as though by an unseen hand.
Clyde watched with pleasure as the waves splashed up against his makeshift boat.
He chanted louder causing the blood to move faster. Slowly he raised one finger and
pressed down on the wood so that one end was in the blood. Blood splashed up faster
and faster. He continued to push the little boat down.
It disappeard. He finished his chant triumphantly. The little boat never rose up
again.
He suddenly noticed the cold and shivered. He backed away from the log. "Clean it up"
he ordered his servant as he wiped his hands on the cloth offered to him.
He walked down the path a little ways and put on his jacket.
As he had been picking it up, a neacklace of silver chain fell out. He caught it in
midair. He let the links slide through his fingers for a moment before placing it
upon his neck. Soon he would be able to cast it away forever.
The first drops of rain began to fall.
The storm was close now. Mage Clyde heard the thunder, heard the rising wind. Chanting
softly he knelt before the log at Stark's Pond. He picked up a silver bowl and look
around the area.
He saw a little wooden toy boat rock as the small waves rocked against it. The small
penants caught the wind. Although the colours were faded, he knew they were scarlet-the
colour of the ruling family presiding over the South Park Elementary Estate. The waves
grew bigger and the pond reflected the night sky.
More...Just a little more...
Now!
Moving swiftly, he put the bowl down and grabbed at a knife with one hand. With the
other he grabbed the hair of a first grader who lay gagged and bound upon the log. He
ignored the terror stricken eyes and yanked the kid's head back and slashed his throat.
During this time, he chanted.
He caught the blood in the bowl. He didn't care that the boy's blood dripped over his
fingers, staining them red. As the flow decreased his servent pulled the body away.
He chanted harsher and much more rapid. He opened a small box he had brought with him.
He removed a small piece of wood and a satin cloth. He put them together like the toy
boat and set them afloat in the blood.
He then took out a small bottle filled with water from the pond. he let three drops
land in the blood. the blood stirred as though wind had caused it to ripple.
Overhead the sky got darker. The storm closed in and thunder wracked the skies. In
the bowl, the waves rose higher. The wood moved around as though by an unseen hand.
Clyde watched with pleasure as the waves splashed up against his makeshift boat.
He chanted louder causing the blood to move faster. Slowly he raised one finger and
pressed down on the wood so that one end was in the blood. Blood splashed up faster
and faster. He continued to push the little boat down.
It disappeard. He finished his chant triumphantly. The little boat never rose up
again.
He suddenly noticed the cold and shivered. He backed away from the log. "Clean it up"
he ordered his servant as he wiped his hands on the cloth offered to him.
He walked down the path a little ways and put on his jacket.
As he had been picking it up, a neacklace of silver chain fell out. He caught it in
midair. He let the links slide through his fingers for a moment before placing it
upon his neck. Soon he would be able to cast it away forever.
The first drops of rain began to fall.