Heresy
A.N:w00t I sat down one night with nothing to do, so I turned on some music and started writing this. Sadly the "rant" of Extartius really hurt my writing ego and my happyness of finally starting this story up again. I am glad you like it Extartius I really am its just this is my first time writing something bigger then a book report/ grade 9 essay. I read your story saying wow this guy really does have the right to say he is better then me but, not to pull out all kinds of little picky things like that they are veterans and how they are spelled. I was rather proud of how I got them into the story to further it, that was a rather hard writers block to get over. Thank you for the complement at the end it softend the "rant". Thank you TLG and Changer of Ways I will continue to build apon my spelling grammer and the chaos "fluffs"? Hmmm this rant of my own might be bigger then the paragraphs I make so I will write them now instead of talking. :)
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Jack woke up with a knee bashing jolt. He thought he had heard a scream through his dream, what ever his dream was. While scratching his head he looked for the time. The clock said 2:30 and he suddenly knew why his head hurt so much. He looked down on the table he had been resting his head on and looked at the papers he had been reading before he dozed off. It was the files on all the Kasrkin's he had allowed into his platoon, files on the living, and the dead. Reading through them he realized why he had picked them in the first place. They had been sent here fresh from Cardia, top of thier military training schools and had already seen many battles against chaos fresh from the eye of terror. Lucy he saw was from the hive world of Armaggedon. She had grown up with fighting, not like the Cardians who grew up training. She saw her first battle at nine and had been fighting ever since.
It said she had been captured by mercenary Kroots when they had looted her town killing her family in the name of the Tau and had learned how to shoot the sniper rifle like using her right arm. ( I know bare with me thats kinda stupid I know. ) Putting down the files and taking off the rest of his armor he just couldn't bring himself to sleep with the old grizzeld Kasrkin troopers and lay down on the couch. Just when he got comfy though he though heard a crash or some kind of bang outside. "Probably a shell and some guns going off against raiding cultists." He heard it again though and decided the he should check it out.
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It was dark, so very dark. It was to quiet and yet loud.. It was loud he rememberd because of the people constantly talking in his head. "QUIET" he yelled knocking down another table and cot. A body rolled off the cot and rolled on the floor trailing blood. "See what you made me do to them?" he said. "They deserved it" said one of the voices he heard in his head. "No they didn't! ... They didn't... Did they?" THe voices constanly talking in his head helt rational though away and would soon banish it forever. The cynical voice broke out. "Yes they deserved it! Of course they did. They doubted you called you crazy and stupid!" Hmmm while he though about it he looked down seeing knife in his hand with his name engraved on it.
He could barly read it because it was coverd in blood. He didnt need a name right now he just had to... dis... He had to agree with the voices. They knew what they were doing. Of course they did how could he have doubted them! He had to punish himself again for disobaying them. Slowly carving his arms, legs, hand, face, and any other part of his body he could he finally realised through the pain dulling his sences that they had tricked him again!
"SHUT UP" He screamed as he threw a bedside table agenst the barrects wall. Unfortunitly for the 108th battalion their slit throughts and mutaliated body's couldn't call for help, and yet they kept staring and talking to him. The constant screaming and banging agesnt the wall, the very wall of Jack's Kasrkin troopers did rouse someone from thier sleep though. Soon Jack was near the barrecks door and was about to open it when he heard some scampering. Suddenly he had secound thoughts about this and almost pulled away until he though he heard voices. He opened the door with a creak, taking out his plasma pistol and turning it on he cast an eerie blueish purple glow. His mouth dropped open at what he saw.
Bodyparts litterd the frount room. Blood coverd the tables, chairs, floor, walls, and cealing. He almost puked at the smell and the sight. He heard mutterings from the back rooms something about being scared and what sounded like a slap. The bed rooms, five in total for this barrecks, each had dead litterd about the floor and the cots. He slowly looked inside each room one at a time until he got the the fith one. He slowly opened the door and was almost jumping distance from a bloody Imperial Marine. His uniform was shredded and his arms, legs, face, and body were cut and bleeding. His name with stiched across his heart in golden lettering but unfortunatly it was to shredded to read. The man lunged at Jack without saying a word and had his left arm blown off with a searing blast of plasma for all his trouble.
The man could feel no pain and ignored the boney bloodly stump of his left arm and and tried to stab Jack again. Suddenly found that his right shoulder to left leg was about to fall apart. Jack had taken out his super sharpened commemorative Sergent's sword and chopped him in half. His heart pounding Jack left the foul barrecks and went to find some pyskers and medics to help cleanse, burn, and clean the barrecks and prepare the dead for burial.
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The psykers and medics had come to clean out and bury the dead. They told Jack something about the Immateriam and that it was thin there and that the Chaos Gods were able to seep in and corrupt a man of lesser mental strength. Jack was told to go back to bed and was rewarded with a medal for his bravery, not that it matterd. They would all die in the next day. He still couldnt go back to bed and lay on the cough thinking. Just thinking, what if the Immateriam was weak elsewhere? He couldn't finish that thought as he suddenly fell asleep.
He woke again sometime near six O'clock this time from shelling and gun shots. He quickly got up and put on his armor. He fasend his sword scabbard and pistol holster and went into the barrecks room to rouse his kasrkins. They were already up and getting thier equipment ready so he decided to check up on Bill and the other lazy kasrkins. What he saw made him more sick then the scene last night.
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A.N: Wow that cliffhanger makes me want to continue right away! Hmmm, it is late now and I should be getting to bed soon before im overtired and sleep in till one in the morning. Please ignore my spelling and any technical stuff about what cultists are supposed to do or look like as I read it and got the idea of his looks and mental state from Extartiu's story. I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as i really enjoyed writing it... Woohoo for bloodshed! Oh and I will try to make these Kasrkins a bunch of elite, hard-to-kill, SCARY sons-of-bastards! Thank you for your constuctive critisism but next time try to be little nicer then not worth my snot? Hurray enjoy... And yes TLG I did drink a little sprite before writing this, well... maybe not a little... :)
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-Emperor Arthas-