War of the Chaos Beast (Unbalanced Scales)
Intro to the hunters, brief into the chaos beast and the rider.
The room existed but at the same time it didn't. The place it existed in was in the same situation. It was a limbo between reality and non reality, life and death. The workers never stopped their checking and double checking of the numbers. What was causing the problem was the end result.
It should always equal zero. That meant no souls had lasted longer than they were destined to or perished before their time. Some variations were always there but this was beyond normal allowances.
The number was too far in to the negative and that could only mean one thing. Sheer terror was reigning in the non existent room. All the agents that they had were dispatched and it was slowly getting worse still. After a few moments of panic the head 'accountant' made the call that hadn't been made in almost 1000 years.
"Sir that time we feared seems to be happening."
"Yes the number is dropping constantly."
"Yes just like that past event."
"You think it's time to call them?"
"I agree it's a bit dramatic but the numbers don't lie..."
"Okay if you want to wait and see..."
"But..."
"Yes sir we will keep an eye on the numbers, you will be kept in the loop."
"Idiots," Thought the bean counter, "They can't see it."
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Somewhere on the small blue and green world that was just one of many worlds in its galaxy and its galaxy one of many in the universe, a creature awoke and punched a small hole in the fabric of reality. It lacked the power to fully materialize in the plane that it once tried to claim but that would change soon.
For now he could only live through his agents, a small group of dedicated supernatural powered killers. Each had been given the ability to see who had a long life ahead of them and claim their souls for the unknown master. This is what was setting the balance off. Every soul taken before time, under the monster's power, became more energy for it and their bodies reanimated for the reason of building an undead, invincible army. The soldiers were loyal to the end and tonight's targets were tough.
Bettie was a nurse in Sante Fe. She was destined to live for a long time till the age of at least ninety and the killers could tell she would be a strong addition. Such a long life ahead of her would bring the master sooner and they had a warrior that would be powerful.
Her break had come and she stepped out to a back area to just get away and enjoy her coffee.
"Sometimes I hate this job." She mused to herself before taking a draw from the coffee mug and smiling. Some nights were just tougher than others and she knew this but this was night that would be remembered. At least she would have if she survived the night. She took a long drag on her smoke as the shadowy figures stalked their prey like the hunters they were. Bettie couldn't have been aware of the moving shadows. The hunters slowly materialized out of her view and confirmed their suspicious. Yes she would be a strong zombie. All three approached slowly, silently, like they were death in mortal form.
Bette noticed them and went to her natural defense. She reached into her pocket and fingered pocket knife she always kept on her since being attacked by a drugged out teen in the hospital.
"You're not in the right place guys. You're not getting in without the key and I'm not giving it to you." She said with a calm that could only come from experience.
The three still approached slowly almost smiling. None of them said anything. The only sound, as light as it was, came from their boots meeting the ground and even that seemed muted.
"Look guys I've played this game before and you don't scare me. Go somewhere else to get your drugs or whatever you're after." The nurse said with a firmer grip in the hilt of the pocket knife, "You're not getting me or anything in this hospital."
Two of the hunters continued to advance on their prey only breathing words. What sounded like 'the master will be pleased' passed their lips as slowly moved in her direction. Bettie had enough and finally drew the blade. The hunters noticed but didn't stop, if anything they seemed to pick up speed. It had been their experience that fear and fight in their prey made the offered soul stronger. Bettie though had no idea of their true reason for being there.
"She is strong and courageous. A good soul for the master and strong soldier in his army." The first hunter said in a flat bass voice.
"Agreed." Replied the second before they charged in.
The nurse was ready and buried her blade to the hilt into the neck of the first one to get there. He backed off but the second kept coming and was met by a kick in a sensitive area. Scarily enough the attacker barely staggered but he did feel something. The advantage to the hunters was that their supernatural power made almost any physical assaults all but useless. Bettie noticed that the man was still standing and let loose with a punch that caused the second to stagger ever so slightly.
The first had recovered and stood ram rod straight before the nurse. With a slow practiced motion he pulled the blade out of his neck and tossed it aside. The wound seemed to close up within seconds and, more importantly no blood flowed at all. This was a fact not lost on the nurse who increased her fight and even used the hot coffee as a weapon when it splashed into the face of the one that had the sealed wound. Nothing seemed to slow them down long and she was tiring. The only hope now was someone coming out this secluded spot for a break but that was unlikely.
"Just fall down and stay down..." The nurse screamed before hands came from behind her and wrapped her up.
One went around her waist pinning her arms to the sides and another clamped over her mouth. The nurse was not beaten yet though. She lifted both feet and slammed them down on her captor then bit on his hand while doing a reverse head butt. All of it seemed to be to no avail and given the strength she felt in the grip of the thin hunter holding her it made sense. Nothing that she tried seemed to work though she still fought to the time a second hunter grabbed her kicking feet and had Bettie all but immobilized.
The third hunter made a motion and Bettie was held in spread eagle on the harsh ground while she still struggled. That lasted for about a second. The one that wasn't holding her drew a rune on her forehead and she felt not only the fight drained from her, but her life force as well. All struggles ceased and she was released. A few moments latter her soulless body rose and obediently followed the hunters in to the shadows.
On the plane that the master was confined to he felt the boost of a strong life force and smiled.
"Soon I will have enough power to break you and I will be invincible." It mused to its captive. The captive didn't reply save for a defiant look.
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A shadowy figure on a black motorcycle watched then drove away. He was not told to act and he knew the cost of acting on his own. Too many had died because he had done that before. All those souls tormented him but they wouldn't be silenced till his mission was done. In time he knew that he would be called to act but till then he was on the leash.
The dark rider knew what it all meant and where it was leading. He had to find the summoner. When they had enough the attack was inevitable. It was almost time for the heroes to be reborn but if they got the summoner it was all for nothing. He could only hope that they didn't repeat the same mistakes and fail yet again.
It should always equal zero. That meant no souls had lasted longer than they were destined to or perished before their time. Some variations were always there but this was beyond normal allowances.
The number was too far in to the negative and that could only mean one thing. Sheer terror was reigning in the non existent room. All the agents that they had were dispatched and it was slowly getting worse still. After a few moments of panic the head 'accountant' made the call that hadn't been made in almost 1000 years.
"Sir that time we feared seems to be happening."
"Yes the number is dropping constantly."
"Yes just like that past event."
"You think it's time to call them?"
"I agree it's a bit dramatic but the numbers don't lie..."
"Okay if you want to wait and see..."
"But..."
"Yes sir we will keep an eye on the numbers, you will be kept in the loop."
"Idiots," Thought the bean counter, "They can't see it."
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Somewhere on the small blue and green world that was just one of many worlds in its galaxy and its galaxy one of many in the universe, a creature awoke and punched a small hole in the fabric of reality. It lacked the power to fully materialize in the plane that it once tried to claim but that would change soon.
For now he could only live through his agents, a small group of dedicated supernatural powered killers. Each had been given the ability to see who had a long life ahead of them and claim their souls for the unknown master. This is what was setting the balance off. Every soul taken before time, under the monster's power, became more energy for it and their bodies reanimated for the reason of building an undead, invincible army. The soldiers were loyal to the end and tonight's targets were tough.
Bettie was a nurse in Sante Fe. She was destined to live for a long time till the age of at least ninety and the killers could tell she would be a strong addition. Such a long life ahead of her would bring the master sooner and they had a warrior that would be powerful.
Her break had come and she stepped out to a back area to just get away and enjoy her coffee.
"Sometimes I hate this job." She mused to herself before taking a draw from the coffee mug and smiling. Some nights were just tougher than others and she knew this but this was night that would be remembered. At least she would have if she survived the night. She took a long drag on her smoke as the shadowy figures stalked their prey like the hunters they were. Bettie couldn't have been aware of the moving shadows. The hunters slowly materialized out of her view and confirmed their suspicious. Yes she would be a strong zombie. All three approached slowly, silently, like they were death in mortal form.
Bette noticed them and went to her natural defense. She reached into her pocket and fingered pocket knife she always kept on her since being attacked by a drugged out teen in the hospital.
"You're not in the right place guys. You're not getting in without the key and I'm not giving it to you." She said with a calm that could only come from experience.
The three still approached slowly almost smiling. None of them said anything. The only sound, as light as it was, came from their boots meeting the ground and even that seemed muted.
"Look guys I've played this game before and you don't scare me. Go somewhere else to get your drugs or whatever you're after." The nurse said with a firmer grip in the hilt of the pocket knife, "You're not getting me or anything in this hospital."
Two of the hunters continued to advance on their prey only breathing words. What sounded like 'the master will be pleased' passed their lips as slowly moved in her direction. Bettie had enough and finally drew the blade. The hunters noticed but didn't stop, if anything they seemed to pick up speed. It had been their experience that fear and fight in their prey made the offered soul stronger. Bettie though had no idea of their true reason for being there.
"She is strong and courageous. A good soul for the master and strong soldier in his army." The first hunter said in a flat bass voice.
"Agreed." Replied the second before they charged in.
The nurse was ready and buried her blade to the hilt into the neck of the first one to get there. He backed off but the second kept coming and was met by a kick in a sensitive area. Scarily enough the attacker barely staggered but he did feel something. The advantage to the hunters was that their supernatural power made almost any physical assaults all but useless. Bettie noticed that the man was still standing and let loose with a punch that caused the second to stagger ever so slightly.
The first had recovered and stood ram rod straight before the nurse. With a slow practiced motion he pulled the blade out of his neck and tossed it aside. The wound seemed to close up within seconds and, more importantly no blood flowed at all. This was a fact not lost on the nurse who increased her fight and even used the hot coffee as a weapon when it splashed into the face of the one that had the sealed wound. Nothing seemed to slow them down long and she was tiring. The only hope now was someone coming out this secluded spot for a break but that was unlikely.
"Just fall down and stay down..." The nurse screamed before hands came from behind her and wrapped her up.
One went around her waist pinning her arms to the sides and another clamped over her mouth. The nurse was not beaten yet though. She lifted both feet and slammed them down on her captor then bit on his hand while doing a reverse head butt. All of it seemed to be to no avail and given the strength she felt in the grip of the thin hunter holding her it made sense. Nothing that she tried seemed to work though she still fought to the time a second hunter grabbed her kicking feet and had Bettie all but immobilized.
The third hunter made a motion and Bettie was held in spread eagle on the harsh ground while she still struggled. That lasted for about a second. The one that wasn't holding her drew a rune on her forehead and she felt not only the fight drained from her, but her life force as well. All struggles ceased and she was released. A few moments latter her soulless body rose and obediently followed the hunters in to the shadows.
On the plane that the master was confined to he felt the boost of a strong life force and smiled.
"Soon I will have enough power to break you and I will be invincible." It mused to its captive. The captive didn't reply save for a defiant look.
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A shadowy figure on a black motorcycle watched then drove away. He was not told to act and he knew the cost of acting on his own. Too many had died because he had done that before. All those souls tormented him but they wouldn't be silenced till his mission was done. In time he knew that he would be called to act but till then he was on the leash.
The dark rider knew what it all meant and where it was leading. He had to find the summoner. When they had enough the attack was inevitable. It was almost time for the heroes to be reborn but if they got the summoner it was all for nothing. He could only hope that they didn't repeat the same mistakes and fail yet again.
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