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Chapter 1     Kaig and the seven other men crouched behind him were all going to die.     The mixture of adrenaline and amphetamines pulsing through his veins dropkicked the numbness from his arms—the grapples they had been hanging off of for ten minutes joined the murk of the moonless sky and the only thing they had for bearings was the train they were crouching on top of. The ground and the sky whipped around him, the train was the only still thing in the world and everything was spinning to hell.     First Lieutenant pressed the green button on the metal disc. It was impossible to hear now but Kaig had seen the personal entry de

CHAPTER 1: (in)SANITY      "That's not right." Dr. Shiba sighed to himself. Hundreds of documents cluttered his desk, hiding the black table under a written scrawl that would barely resemble handwriting to anyone else. The doctor brushed his hand through his short black hair, staring at the calculations on his desk. He wished his mind could illuminate his problems as easily as the bright lamp next to him cut through the darkness. He leaned back on his chair, it creaking in response. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind empty into a white nothingness. Dr. Shiba inhaled deeply, holding the air. Time to sta

Chapter 1: Defiance      Young Zork awoke to the screaming silenced by an unforgiving blade. The weak door of the disparate hut his family lived in had been ripped off its hinges forcing his gaze to the kneeling woman. Blood gurgled from her throat and mouth; her eyes bore an empty stare.      Fear gripped the young boy by the neck and refused to release. His parents were nowhere to be seen--the fire atop other houses lit the face of the golden armoured man and his blood soaked sword. He was smiling; the sea of corpses reflecting in his eyes as accomplishments. Hardly moving his head Zork kn

Movements in the Dark 1      Crimson. Glistening red crimson. He blinked. Something moved in response. He blinked again, and it moved again. He understood now. He was staring at a pool of blood; his own reflection. His mind was empty; there had been nothing before this. Where was he? Who was he? How did he know what blood was? Nothing made any sense. He heard a noise. Glancing up, he saw corpses littered on the ground. Sprawled on top of one another; slashed to ribbons and maimed. Blood was everywhere.      “Your mind must be dancing in circles, spawnling.” A voice spoke. He saw i

SKEWERS I     Dark skies floated overhead; the murky clouds concealed flashes of lighting as if there was another world above the desolate curtain. Harsh winds gouged at the barren earth, winding through the rubbles of gray ruin and the forgotten signs of an unknown past. The landscape was a mirror to the sky; bleak, dark, and dying. Life was a monument of the past, falling into the abyss leaving only echoes.     Standing upon the brink of a cliff, overlooking the dead land was a shadowy figure. He towered above the ground in his size; standing motionless against the harsh shrieking wind. He fit in with the dead surroundings; his skin a t

     Chapter 1 - Lapse      In the low light of the subway, he thumbed the back pocket of his expensive black pants for his wallet. Amidst the other receipts and folded up paper he felt the corner of his black leather wallet. He was sweating. It wasn’t hot, his black suit jacket covering his neatly pressed white dress shirt would be considered light in the cooling temperatures—his sweat and the slight shaking no one but him noticed had nothing to do with the temperature. Someone paying close enough attention would guess that he had a drug in his back pocket, and that he was reaching