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MonsterMike9000 -> RE: (WF) WarpForce Troopers Chronicles (10/8/2010 4:32:47)
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"Story"
Odd shadows clung to the wall.
A Drakel hatchling contently sits by himself within a poorly lit playroom. His ball bounces and sends echoes in unseen hallways. The light of murdered stars shone through a single pane window as their rotting corpses danced merrily about the void like stringed up meat-puppets.
"Hello," the Drakel hatchling smiled warmly, "Could you tell me a story?"
"You need something Odie?" Mhairi asked, looking over her lunch tray holding a spoonful of cafeteria-something.
For the past two or so minutes, Odigo Ygg'Qhalzoth, Drakel descendant of the Devourer Cultists that had once gripped V'eld Naer in fear had done nothing but give off an odd, unfocused stare while his food warmed the bottom of his dragon-like snout.
He averts his sky-blue dragon eyes towards his meal and away from Mhairi, and the world began to rush in.
That clanging sound spoons made when they hit the bottom of a dish, the smell of grease, the angry hiss of whatevers being dipped in. The cacophony of a thousand voices laughing and conversing and mingling into a hazy white noise.
Odigo digs into his cafeteria-something. He takes a spoonful and eats it.
The peculiar porcelain doll gazed back from the abyss, an aggregation of purple snakes, pink elephants and other things behind it.
Inquisitively, the Drakel hatchling approached the peculiar porcelain doll.
"Um," The Drakel Hatchling pondered, a finger against his cheek, "Any story I guess."
The sound of a ripcord being pulled and gears within the porcelain doll began to churn but no sound left it's mouth. It began to bleed.
"No, no, no!" The Drakel hatchling pleaded, clutching his ears and shaking his head, "I don't like that one, I don't like that one at all!"
"Shove a bum."
A well-built young man with blonde, buzz-cut hair, a chubby round face slams his lunch tray on the table and shoves Odigo to the side, taking his spot in front of Mhairi.
"So," Leslie said to Mhairi, "these new uniforms are spiffy huh?" He tugs on the collar of his WarpTrooper I shirt.
Eleanor quietly snorts out a chuckle. It was obvious to her as to what Beef was doing and it was obvious to him that he was failing. Unfortunately, this earned her the attention of Beef who turns and glares across the table. His rosy cheeks getting redder. Eleanor could see the steam pouring out of his ears.
Eleanor puts her clasped hands in front of her, "What are you looking at, you bumbling Ulgathi?" she asks, a wry smile on her face.
The Drakel hatchling began to sob, "What do you mean, 'what do you mean?'" The Drakel Hatchling said rubbing tears from his eyes, "Thats an awful thing to say! Why would I do that? I would never do something like that! You're mean! Mean, mean mean!"
The sound of gears churning emanated from the peculiar porcelain doll. A red tint from the strung-up corpses of stars shone through from the single pane window. An odd wind rushed in through the seems.
"P-p-Propheshy?" the Drakel hatchling stuttered, "whats propheshy?"
The peculiar porcelain doll looks on silently, an aggregation of odd shapes and things among purple snakes and pink elephants behind it.
The Drakel hatching clambers away digging through his toy box, "The elder ones sent you didn't they?" he asks, holding up a flaying knife. He pauses, looking attentively at the peculiar porcelain doll.
"Why does everyone keep saying that? I don't like it when people say that," he interrupted, putting the flaying knife back as he started rummaging again, "I don't want to take people's skins! I don't want to carve flutes from their bones! Those are mean, awful things and I dont like it when the grown-ups m --" the peculiar porcelain doll's gears churned louder but no sound left it's mouth.
Like two rams butting heads, Beef and Eleanor confronted one another. Beef's boot stepping on his lunch tray and Eleanor with her arms to her waist climbing up to meet him.
Beef gritted his teeth, "Listen here 'Knife-Ears'," nostrils flaring, malice in his words practically pouring out like froth from a rabid dog, "My father, my father's father, heck, my entire famliy fought in the Carnax war while you and your ancestors hid in--"
"What do you know about my ancestors?!" Elanor interrupted, conviction in her voice.
Mhairi put a hand on Eleanor's shoulder, reigning her down.
"Beef," Mhairi said, "One day you will know what you've done here today. And when that day comes, we would have already forgiven you. But until that time comes," she pauses, choosing her next words carefully and with weight, "please leave me and my friends alone."
His face turned a flush red, Beef never had someone stand up to him before. It was an odd sensation, very alien, very acute. He could not tell which was worse, that this was happening, or the fact that it was Mhairi who put him down.
Infuriated and embarrassed, he turns his attention to the Drakel sitting quietly beside him, politely finishing his meal as the world spun around him.
"You can't make me! I won't do it!" The Drakel hatchling stubbornly said.
The peculiar porcelain doll's skin started to flake and sweat. An odd rotting smell filled the air while calliope-esque music began to echo in empty faraway hallways. The music began to skip like a needle on a vinyl record. Again and again the song would skip and start again. Then it would start again.
"How do you know that?" The Drakel hatchling asked, "Did the Drakel with three faces tell you?" he paused, "Ya well, they say a lot of things."
The sound of a ripcord being pulled and gears within the peculiar porcelain doll churned.
"I don't like this game, let me out!" The Drakel hatchling started running around the room, banging against the walls, "let me out! Let me out, let me out!" There was no door. The walls bled like wax and soon thick ooze started drooping down at the window. Each glob casting barred shadows.
The Drakel hatchling resignedly sat back down again and started bounced his toy ball.
"I guess I'll play a little longer." The Drakel Hatchling said. "you can leave now if you wanted I suppose. Everybody leaves eventually. Just like all the others. I wish I could leave."
The world grew quiet.
"Could you tell me," The Drakel hatchling paused, "Why I'm so special? I mean, I don't feel any different. Was it because of the drawings I made? Are you sure you have the right person? It's not like you know for sure what I drew was going to happen right?"
But the peculiar porcelain doll did know. It knew more about The Drakel hatchling than he could imagine. The peculiar porcelain doll knew the abominations that took place before his birth. It knew about his dead mothers, who's stomachs were split open. It knew about his dead father, who's blood was run dry for ink needed to scribble various hermetic-like symbols and shapes on the floor. It knew about the birth-curses placed upon the Drakel Hatchling's egg and the prophecy placed upon him. It was sure.
"Oh well," The Drakel hatchling looked up towards the peculiar porcelain doll, "not that it matters now right?" He gave a weak smile. "But before you go, could you tell me something?" he asked.
Mhairi and Eleanor hold Beef back as he kicks and screams, clutching at air, his fingers grasping at Odigo.
"Leave him alone Beef! What did Odie ever do to you?" Mhairi asks. She thrown Beef to the ground, her presence towering over him.
Beef wipes his cheek, "Its not what he did," he said, "Its what they did. Look at his eyes. Only descendants of the Devourer Cultists have those eyes." He smirks, knowingly planting the first seeds of doubt. He began to rise. "That's right," Beef savours this moment of triumph, no matter how superficial it was, "you're friend here, he's one of the guys who we've been fighting with." He said pointing towards Odigo.
Outside the cafeteria, the sound of boots rapidly approaching and whistles going off signaled the end of this little scene that they had made. The WarpForce Quartermasters began storming in as the crowd that had formed parted like an ocean.
Odigo gazed into the glossy eyes of the peculiar porcelain doll and it in turn gazed back into him.
"Tell me," Odigo asked, "Who are you?"
The Quartermasters worked fast. The crowd began to dissipate and Beef was in their custody. They propped him up and bound him in glowing rings of light, but before they could drag him away, he wanted to get in one last thing with Odigo.
"Tell me Odigo," Beef said, his tongue in his cheek, "Ever miss V'eld Naer? huh? Ever miss that smoking crater you call home sometime?"
The Peculiar porcelain doll blinked, "Silly hatchling, I am the harvester of dead souls. I am the eater of children." It answered, "We all are down here."
Odigo opened his mouth but he could not scream.
Odd shadows clung to the wall.
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