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Nightmare pt 36 – Flow

Posted by brenatevi on October 14, 2008

She flowed through the landscape, easing her way towards the beleaguered men. She felt their desperate determination as the ferals closed in. The ferals felt strange, as if they were one… ah, yes, they formed a True Pack, becoming an extension of the Demon. She realized that she better hurry if she wanted to save the men, and the entire world became a blur.

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Nightmare pt 35 – Hell for Leather

Posted by brenatevi on October 13, 2008

“Rod get up now! We’ve got to go.”

“Huh, what?”

“The ferals are crossing the river.”

“We weren’t expecting them for another two hours.”

“Looks like the Boss was wrong, and now they are almost across the river.”

“Damn. Let’s go.”

The two men mounted up and rode harder than they had ever before, the horses straining to the limit, men and horses hoping to escape the scent of the predators chasing them. The ferals’ grunts and howls told the prey that the enemy was closing in, slowly eroding at that hope of escape.

“I don’t think-“

“Don’t say it. We still have to try. I’m not giving up yet. Maybe the Boss knows and sends help.”

“One must hope.”

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Nightmare Pt 34 – Trouble

Posted by brenatevi on September 4, 2008

“I’m going. The men near the river are in trouble.”

“Are you sure you can save them?”

“No one else can.”

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Nightmare pt33 – Work

Posted by brenatevi on September 3, 2008

Job was working with the others in digging pits in the streets of the village, and installing spikes. Once they were finished with a pit, they’d put down burlap and grass over the hole, knowing that it might not fool the ferals, but it would slow them down.

“Job, how do you know how many ferals he has?” Beka asked while the two of them were working in a pit together.

“He ate a pound of Father’s flesh,” Jonah called out over the lip of the pit.

“Thank you brother. And let me answer my own questions. Aren’t you supposed to be helping the children?”

“Oh, I get it. You want time alone with the human.”

Job sighed, and continued digging.

“So?”

“You ever heard of the myth that if you ate the flesh of you enemy, you’d gain his strength and knowledge?”

“Yes.”

“For Heralds, it’s true. During the war, we did our best to catch the enemy officers, and instead of interrogating them, we’d eat them whole, and then we knew what they knew. The problem is that we know everything they know, including their entire history. It’s like having another person living in your head. Some think that this is what drove Father insane. I wouldn’t doubt it, since he was very good at war.”

“So you ate a piece of your father?”

“Jonah and I had captured our father in a commando attack against his compound.”

“Commando? Compound?”

“Ah sorry. My memory is too clear about what happened back then. We snuck attack his fortress. We had him literally pinned down. Then Jonah and I got into a fight. I felt that we had to know what he knew. Jonah just wanted to turn him over to Him. I cut out a pound of flesh, and Jonah stabbed me in the back, to prevent me from consuming the meat. Enraged, I killed Jonah, the knife still sticking out of my back. I still got to eat the flesh, father’s thought and memories flooding through me, but only a portion. Some of his elite troops charged into the room before I could eat more. It was all I could do to escape, much less try to recapture father.”

“So you killed your brother over a pound of flesh?” Beka said incredulously, staring at the man that had led her and the others so far.

“We were both right and wrong,” Job said, continuing to dig. “We weren’t going to get out of there alive without father’s knowledge and strength, considering that’s what helped me escape his troops.

Yet, the first time I tasted his flesh… I wanted more. Still do.”

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Nightmare pt 32 – Fortress

Posted by brenswriting1 on August 30, 2008

She watched the village change into a fortress, houses being torn down and being used to create barricades. She was restlessly patient, wanting to get out and deal with her corrupted brethren, but unwilling to move before it was time to do so. So she watched the construction, and felt for any sign of the ferals. Finally, she felt something.

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Nightmare pt 31 – Reunion of Sorts

Posted by brenatevi on August 29, 2008

“Oh, my little girl!” the woman screamed, as she ran up to embrace the child. “How can I thank you for saving her?”

“I didn’t save her.”

“I’m not your daughter anymore.”

She stepped back from the child, confusion and fear showing on her face.

“What do you mean?”

“Your daughter’s mind is safe, but beyond your reach. This was the best I could do.”

“So that isn’t my daughter?”

“No, I’m not. But she’s better now. No more fear or pain. She was suffering so much.”

The woman stepped away from the girl, and then rushed to her husband, who comforted her.

“Thank you for what you could do for our daughter,” the man said.

“You’re welcome.”

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Nightmare pt29 – Fear

Posted by brenatevi on August 26, 2008

She wanted to die. His voice, his touch was insistent, crawling all over and inside her, like a slimy, vicious worm, exploring every part of her, and beckoning her over the edge. She wanted to dive, simply so she could get rid of this horrid feeling, but she knew that all was lost over that edge; there was no future if she gave into him. So she stood stock still, constantly hoping that he would go away for easier prey. While she never gave up, neither did he. He wanted her; he wanted the world. And he would do whatever it took to have both.

Then a voice cut through the slimy touch, chasing the worm from her mind and body, and set her free. “Come child.”

She nodded and opened the door, to face a small boy who was God.

“I wish it wasn’t so, but we still have work to do.”

“Yes, Milord. I understand. Thank you.”

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Nightmare pt28 – Defenses

Posted by brenatevi on August 25, 2008

“Get the villagers back to the town hall.”

“You know they aren’t going to cooperate.”

“Tell them a thousand ferals are heading this way.”

“Yessir.”

Beka and the Farmer rode into town once again to round up the villagers and move them to relative safety, while the Tall One made a circuit around the area to get a feel for how to defend the town and everyone in it. He was halfway around the town when his lieutenants rode out to him.

“Boss, the villagers want to see you.”

“OK, let’s go.”

“We want to help,” the mayor stated as they rode up to the gathering of villagers. “No, we need to help. After what you did for us…”

“Good, because I’m going to need your help and cooperation if we all are going to survive. Before we start, do you agree that you are going to do everything I say?”

“Yes.”

“I need you to tear down the houses I’m going to show you, and empty the contents of the rest of the houses into the street.”

The mayor flinched, and then simply said, “Yessir.”

“Beka, send out two scouts to the north. Have them stop at the river and watch for the ferals. They should show up there in about ten hours, and when they do, the scouts should ride for leather. Farmer, get a hold of as many bows and arrows as you can. Find out which villagers are good with them and have them gather outside town hall. Everyone else I want to follow the mayor and me.”

“Yessir.”

“And what about me, brother?” Jonah asked in a wry voice.

“You can’t help, so I don’t expect you to.”

“Oh, I can help, just not in the normal ways.”

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Nightmare pt27 – The Hunt

Posted by brenatevi on August 23, 2008

It started as a trickle, a few here and there heading the same direction almost as if by accident. A few would join up and silently stick together. These small groups would accrete until there was a noticeable horde, silently, single-mindedly heading somewhere very specific. They were so single-minded that they passed by several untouched villages without even pausing.

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Nightmare pt 26 – Questions

Posted by brenatevi on August 21, 2008

“What’s going on Boss? Why did he ask ‘How’s father?’ How come he looks so young, yet talks like an adult? Why didn’t you tell us your name? And lastly, why have you been acting so strange lately? Stop it; it’s making the troops nervous.”

Job laughed, startling Beka and Farmer.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to answer your last question first. The others are tied into each other.”

He went silent for a few moments as his troops rode along the road to the capital. His eyes searched the troops until he found the pack of troops guarding Jonah, who was staring back at him through a gap.

“In case you haven’t guessed, I’m not entirely human, although the past few days I’ve been feeling all too human. Emotions that I have long suppressed have been escaping through the cracks. Even Heralds feel stress, especially half-blooded ones.”

“How old are you?”

“Don’t know. Time doesn’t mean much to us. I do know my mother is long dead. How she died, I couldn’t tell you, because memory is so reliant on time. And my father is the Demon.”

“How is that possible? So is he a Herald? I thought Heralds were servants of God.”

“Yes, he’s a Herald. And no, we aren’t servants of God, at least the way you are thinking. But he wasn’t always like this. At one time, he was good; well, as good as a Herald can be. And my mother truly loved him. But he went completely insane, and we’re not certain why. With his insanity, he declared war on everything. And my brother and I stood up to him, just for my brother to literally stab me in the back. I had to kill my brother, and wounded my father.”

“You killed your brother? But he’s right here.”

“He’s borrowing the boy’s body. His spirit is in the body, which is why he’s acting like an adult.”

“So why didn’t you tell us this earlier? I mean, how can we trust you after we find that you are related to the enemy?”

“Would you have listened to me? Do you think you would be alive if it hadn’t been for me?”

Beka said nothing.

Then the Tall One’s eyes went big, and his face went hard.

“We have to get back to that last town fast.”

“What? They won’t exactly take us back in with open arms.”

“They have no choice, because all of us are in great danger.”

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