“Quiet yourself my dear. It’ll be fine…oh yes, it’ll all be fine. Simply do as instructed.” A man whispered slowly, his frail frame hunched over the shoulder of a pale, frightened, elderly women. The women shook viciously; her fragile, slowly decaying body looking like nothing more than a bag of bones. Her eyes were filled with fear, her heart pumping blood throughout her body, her nervous system on overdrive. She cleared her throat and walked from the alleyway, tightly gripping her purse, the man standing in the shadows like a ghost, his eyes intently following the women. He prayed for her, his heartfelt plea’s to his god nothing but a whisper however as he continued to eye up the old women who walked with a slow limp, clutching her bag tightly as she moved across the busy street.
A ridged smile crossed the man’s face, his bony features protruding out of his skull. He was tall and lanky, dressed in a black suit that made him look like a pencil with legs. He had dark brown hair, cut into a ponytail that hung around his neck and rested on his shoulder. He wheezed every now and then, something everyone was doing in Daius now of days. His face was clean shaven, his eyes sunken in yet giving off a ghastly dark yellow glow that screamed “evil” to onlookers who actually only snickered at him. Yet he was not evil, he was just a simple man. He nodded his head back and forth, as the women continued to move across the street, evading cars and walking people, her dainty footsteps all drowned out by the sheer amount of useless noise present in the city of Deus. She slowly moved towards a large structure, the first checkpoint to the now fabled Fort Tyraas, something of a national landmark for some Daius.
Fort Tyraas was gigantic, yet puny compared to Deus. It was imposing; even giving an overbearing feeling to those that lived in close proximity to it. Yet it was said that humans, foreign humans lived there, something was rare enough to peak even the highest citizen’s interest from time to time. It was not owned by the national government, nor by any citizens, yet it had such an alien and unknown vibe to it, that it acted as propaganda in its own right. Simply standing near it gave the impression of power, nay, the impression of evil, of always being watching, of fear. Heh, it was used to scare children into bed in the morning, often said to be the prison full of monsters, even the Jhatakan were said to come from inside it’s cold walls. Yet these were only rumours and children’s stories…at least, that’s what most of the populace believed.
Yet still that tiny old woman moved toward the fort, clutching her bag that shook and clanged like metal whenever she stumbled. The brooding shadows of people, soldiers most likely, could be seen from the near the fort, the women’s pace and anxiety nearly overflowing out of her as she shuffled towards the base, standing right in front of it soon after, her legs shaking. Onlookers stared in confusion, some laughing, other pointing as small drips of liquid ran down her legs and fell across the pavement, the man in the alley only sneering and waiting snidely, whispering to himself “Come now my dear…yes, finish the job…finish the job! Do it now!” he yelled out in a shaky voice, his tone uneven as the woman gasped and hit her bag across the ground multiple times… clang clang clang clang…. BOOM!
An explosion rocked the area, debris, limbs, blood and guts all flying around as the smoke began to clear, the fort itself, the city within a city as it was called, still standing, a large hole in its first checkpoint. The women was in pieces, her torso, head and legs nowhere to be found, her bloodless severed arms simply sitting over a pile of dust and ash. People screamed for their lives, running in complete disorder as chaos and confusion swept over the streets in the area. The man bellowed with laughter, sprinting from the alley quickly, digging into his pocket and revealing a grenade, the man jumping atop of a blood stained car, rising the grenade above his head and screaming out “WE FIGHT FOR THE LOST ONE!” Repeatedly until…the second explosion rocked the street, the area painted in blood, purple, red, blue, whatever the colour. It was a war, it was anarchy.
A ridged smile crossed the man’s face, his bony features protruding out of his skull. He was tall and lanky, dressed in a black suit that made him look like a pencil with legs. He had dark brown hair, cut into a ponytail that hung around his neck and rested on his shoulder. He wheezed every now and then, something everyone was doing in Daius now of days. His face was clean shaven, his eyes sunken in yet giving off a ghastly dark yellow glow that screamed “evil” to onlookers who actually only snickered at him. Yet he was not evil, he was just a simple man. He nodded his head back and forth, as the women continued to move across the street, evading cars and walking people, her dainty footsteps all drowned out by the sheer amount of useless noise present in the city of Deus. She slowly moved towards a large structure, the first checkpoint to the now fabled Fort Tyraas, something of a national landmark for some Daius.
Fort Tyraas was gigantic, yet puny compared to Deus. It was imposing; even giving an overbearing feeling to those that lived in close proximity to it. Yet it was said that humans, foreign humans lived there, something was rare enough to peak even the highest citizen’s interest from time to time. It was not owned by the national government, nor by any citizens, yet it had such an alien and unknown vibe to it, that it acted as propaganda in its own right. Simply standing near it gave the impression of power, nay, the impression of evil, of always being watching, of fear. Heh, it was used to scare children into bed in the morning, often said to be the prison full of monsters, even the Jhatakan were said to come from inside it’s cold walls. Yet these were only rumours and children’s stories…at least, that’s what most of the populace believed.
Yet still that tiny old woman moved toward the fort, clutching her bag that shook and clanged like metal whenever she stumbled. The brooding shadows of people, soldiers most likely, could be seen from the near the fort, the women’s pace and anxiety nearly overflowing out of her as she shuffled towards the base, standing right in front of it soon after, her legs shaking. Onlookers stared in confusion, some laughing, other pointing as small drips of liquid ran down her legs and fell across the pavement, the man in the alley only sneering and waiting snidely, whispering to himself “Come now my dear…yes, finish the job…finish the job! Do it now!” he yelled out in a shaky voice, his tone uneven as the woman gasped and hit her bag across the ground multiple times… clang clang clang clang…. BOOM!
An explosion rocked the area, debris, limbs, blood and guts all flying around as the smoke began to clear, the fort itself, the city within a city as it was called, still standing, a large hole in its first checkpoint. The women was in pieces, her torso, head and legs nowhere to be found, her bloodless severed arms simply sitting over a pile of dust and ash. People screamed for their lives, running in complete disorder as chaos and confusion swept over the streets in the area. The man bellowed with laughter, sprinting from the alley quickly, digging into his pocket and revealing a grenade, the man jumping atop of a blood stained car, rising the grenade above his head and screaming out “WE FIGHT FOR THE LOST ONE!” Repeatedly until…the second explosion rocked the street, the area painted in blood, purple, red, blue, whatever the colour. It was a war, it was anarchy.
