The warped ones: Part 1

The warped ones…
By; Rapthorius J. C. Buchanan  


The odd creature yawns quietly as he stood in the shadow of a tall tower of the castle, features skewed in darkness, but too all in the guards his horror was seen all to well. He just, stands there, thinking, starting to roll a small explosives around in large paws like an overly obsessive raccoon, unable to resist the metallic shine of his own creation… be it out of udder boredom or sheer genius he has no idea what to do with, he grunted quietly, the thoughts to himself ceased as he tossed the small grenade away, a few small clinks on metal as it bounces down along the old iron roof “Bleh… such petty trinkets… mortal weapons…” he sneered slightly in a strange computerized accent, his tone slightly skewed behind his mask as he looks at the bloodied body at his feet, his latest victim, a mad man, he began talking to the deceased, as if seeing the mans very soul. “like an owl I fly… wings silent, and talons sharp… never seen, never known…. Never heard… and like shadow…” *there was then, in an instant of black smoke, no demonic being the guards had just seen, no assassin, now only a strange rogue, hooded and cloaked, stood on the rooftop. Was it still a monster? A human, perhaps? No one in that castle would ever know. “We are, gone… “

Now only a creature was seen leaping from the building to a deep lake below, the guards only able to look over the wall watching the falling body, the fortress left behind once and for all, but not after, that one small bomb, detonated in an odd manner, ripping the entire complex apart into a vortex of destructive energy, with the loud phantom shrieking of a black creature from the void of death it was slowly ripped down by something on the other side of that warp. There was no explosion as the structure was ripped down, only demonic screeches and screams were heard, the warp lighting the horizon with a strange reddish purple light as it ripped the entire structure in unto to itself… pulled down by many hands of giants… almost no traces left... no evidence…. no proof of the unknown rogue... Nothing left… accept for one structure, and one man… The structure housing the portcullis and heavy doors, and the only guard the creature spared.

The guard just sat there, against the wall of the half ruined gatehouse, and of all the things he could’ve been doing during the attack… He slept through the entire incident like an inebriated drunkard passed on the floor of a pub, however laziness having saved his life, the beer bellied fool continued his snoring as the odd warp bomb slowly subsided. But one thing soon stirred him after that.

“WAKE UP!” a voice screamed from behind the guard’s chair, sending the guard reeling to his feet. “Jesus Christ!” He exclaimed loudly in a thick Russian accent, heart racing as he looked around frantically, waving a Kalashnikov about in fright. “Behind you, comrade…” The voice spoke again, mockingly this time as it snickered. The guard spun around on his heel, trench coat swinging around behind him. It was then the owner of the voice was seen, a face on the wall, behind the guards chair, it was not a human face, it was a stout muzzle, with bright green crab like eye stalks situated just above it. With a quick lash of it’s tongue the strange creature on the wall whipped the chair out of it’s way. “Now then…” The creature said, the guard standing there frozen in fright, mouth a gape. “I am Carsis ih-“ Before the creature could finish several bullets struck the beast in the face and forehead. “Ow…” It said, twitching in annoyance. “As I was… saying…Where’d he go..?” The creature said as his eye stalks swiveled, looking for the guard, looking down, it found him… He’d fainted. “Oh bloody ‘ell…”

End