Hello dear reader. I am the Tormentor, bringing forth a new story.
I'd like to give a huge shoutout to Cryandia, allanarcher777, Neet92 and the legend himself Smoking Wrecker for inspiring me to write this. Their amazing stories ultimately pushed me to make my own super-Loud story with my own special twist on things. I really hope you enjoy reading this.
the Tormentor presents...
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:
ＲＩＳＥ ＯＦ ＬＯＣＵＳ
Prologue
Midnight over Royal Woods, Michigan. The suburban sprawl lay dormant underneath a blanket of stars, all of them out-shined by the crescent moon. On one street, in one house, a peculiar family of thirteen slumbered away. With eleven children, life in this house was nothing short of chaotic. Messy experiments, dates gone wrong, more fights over the TV remote than a New York boxing ring. But for single white-haired boy and his ten sisters, this crazy house was home, and they wouldn't trade it for the world.
Who would have thought that it would only get more chaotic?
If anyone had been awake at this time of night, they would have noticed one of the stars in the sky start to grow, flickering like a candle in the wind. Suddenly the star became a hurtling rock, an asteroid, hurtling through the atmosphere straight to the surface of the planet, yet it couldn't have been more than a foot long. At incredible speeds it tore through the air and crashed straight into the local park. Not with a colossal explosion as one might have imagined like the one that sent the dinosaurs packing, but rather more of someone tossing a stone into a sandpit.
It had gone completely unnoticed on Earth.
Yet in the darkest depths of space, millions of lightyears away, someone was watching. Watching as their plan unfolded as it had done many times before. For now, they would wait and see the results. A screen displayed the impact before them, and a single silver claw pressed a holographic button, shutting the screen off.
Meanwhile back on Earth the crashed object, revealed to be a small chrome ball covered in red circles, scanned the nearby area for suitable hosts. After searching it found one particular family, one with eleven children. With its target chosen it opened up the multiple dimly-lit blood red circles across its frame, releasing a tiny swarm of gnat-sized machines, so small they were basically invisible. In time they reached their destination, slipping through the cracks and windows with ease.
The children slumbered, unaware of what was going on. Each machine chose an individual, setting down on their necks, wrists or any other exposed piece of skin. One by one the invaders painlessly injected their payload into them, plunging their microscopic barbs into their bloodstreams. Their mission accomplished they swiftly returned to the crash site. The chrome ball sent out one final message into the empty sky above before self-destructing in a shower of sparks, leaving no trace.
The cycle had begun.