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Chapter 1: Arrival
April 26, 1986
Chernobyl nuclear plant, reactor 4
Pripyat, Soviet Union
1:20am – Its quiet, like any other day, or night, in this case. The plant operators are scurrying around, quickly and efficiently, chattering amongst themselves as they prepare for a routine test of the emergency fail safes built into the cooling system.
1:22 – one by one, the operators call affirmative at the stations, ready for the test to begin.
1:23 – Something is very, very wrong, pressure gauges in the cooling tanks are skyrocketing, alarm klaxons shrieking throughout the facility. The operators are franticly mashing buttons and wrenching on levers and dials. There is a shriek of protesting metal and escaping steam. The operator's worst nightmares have come true, a reactor breach has occurred.
What keeps the dumbfounded, unable to flee the melting reactor, is not heart-stopping fear, but utter incredulity. There, in the center of the reactor floor, standing amidst the billowing gouts of hissing steam and sparks, is standing a man. Presumably a scientist, going by his lab coat and frizzy silvery hair. But none of them recognize him, and he doesn't seem to even notice the rapidly deteriorating reactor beneath his feat, or the massive geyser of steam billowing around him.
He is just standing there, laughing. Cackling. Too late, the operators snap back to attentions and try to run. There is a loud groaning from everywhere, metal tearing and concrete shaking apart. The reactor blows. The head operator is farthest from it, and is the only one to see something even stranger than the strange man appearing in an exploding reactor in the dead of night. The man is engulfed by an orb of what looks to be blood, just a fraction of a second before the eruption.
Everything goes black as the operators are engulfed in an intense, searing heat. Its hours later when the ones that survived wake, but unluckily for them, its not in a hospital. The find themselves sat in clusters of five, bound and gagged. Their bindings are staked to the ground at the five points of what looks to be a pentagram, but with many, many, intricately drawn symbols running all throughout the circle and around it.
Besides the operators, there appear to be mostly civilians from the nearby town of Pripyat, bound and gagged along with them. In the background, there can be seen helicopters, buzzing back and forth, hurriedly evacuating the town of its peoples. Beyond that, a terrifying sight; a billowing mushroom cloud, lit by the glowing hellfires of radiation contained within. Before any of them can really begin to struggle, the man from before is at the edge of the circle.
He is excitedly bouncing from foot to foot, a manic glint in his eyes and wearing a vicious smile. His teeth seem too sharp. He prances around the circle, seemingly checking the symbols over. As he passes, people begin to speak, demanding to know what's happening, why they are there, why they haven't been evacuated, or merely murmuring that it's all a horrible nightmare.
He cackles madly, his eyes wildly spinning in there sockets. Then he speak, a very odd accent tinging his words and making them sound a mystic rasp, ["oh, my lovelies my lovelies! Thank you sooooo much for helping me so!"] Here he giggles girlishly, shutting everyone up and sending shivers down their backs. ["Now, I had to gather you all on short notice, and there aren't enough of you, but, oh well! Sit tight and try not to laugh, it will tickle!"] His shrieking laugh pierces the air again and a collective gulp can be heard.
With a swagger, the man paces back to some arbitrary point in the circle and squats to the ground. He claps his hands together and rubs them together giddily as a whitish, ashy substance begins to rain from the sky. Around the circle the Geiger counters on the reactor operators begin to tick furiously; fallout. There's a renewed bout of struggling all around, but it's pointless. The mad scientist, for that's the only thing any of them could think of him as, shoved his hands to the ground and, with a great rushing sound and the crackling of a massive energy, it began.
Immediately, all twenty five of the bound people began to scream in agony as arcs of red energy burst from the circle and across each of the offerings. One of the operators detachedly noticed the Scientist's frazzled, silvery hair stood out on end, tiny bolts of the red energy arcing from it. The mad cackling began again, this time an endless deluge of horrid mirth, sadistic glee given a sound.
After a few moments of the screaming and the arcing of the energy, the Scientist lifts his from the ground, writhing tendrils of the maroon power connecting him to his construct. He twists his hands in the air, then clamps them together, and the scream immediately cuts off. The twenty five body were gone, no trace remaining. Slowly, he draws his hands apart, and nestled in his palm, a knobby, bloody red stone, gleaming in the hellish orange light of the mushroom cloud.
He holds the stone up to his eye, pinched between thumb and fore finger, and examines it as though through a jeweler's loup. "Hrm.. its weak, but it'll do the trick I suppose.." Carelessly, the stone is tossed in the air a couple of times before being stowed in a pocket for later. The pale arrow-wand is retrieved from his ear and twirled between his fingers a moment before he whips it in a swirling motion at the ground. The earth seems to shiver, s destroying the circle and any evidence anything had happened at all.
Another manic grin splits the mad man's face as he starts whistling cheerfully, slowly waltzing away from the growing mushroom cloud and the site of his mass murder with total ease and nonchalance. What a bastard.
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1 month later
Western Romania
["What are you monster?!"] Comes the shriek of the fleeing vampire, blood spraying across the surrounding trees as it dashes through the forest, desperate to escape the monster it had stupidly provoked. A grating, high pitched cackle is his answer. Before the vampire can try to identify the origin of the terrifying sound, its pinned to a tree by the throat, gagging for air it doesn't need. "Odd, you don't often hear that from a vampire…"
The Scientist rambles on to his captive audience for a bit longer, then he shrugs, "Oh well, toodles!" His hand squeezes shut, breaking the creature's neck. He drops the lump of undead flesh and steps back, then snaps his fingers, "Damnit, I was going to ask how far I am from Bulgaria!" He stamps his foot in irritation. "Oh well! I guess I'll have to find another..." He stalks off, once more headed vaguely south-west.