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ORG * Who Needs TV When you have ALLUC?
CHAPTER ONE WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE
*** An earthquake rocked the foundations of the peaceful city. No, not an earthquake, a tremor, an aftershock. The wake of something hitting the ground with tremendous impact. It had begun. K’hym screamed from the next room as a muffled boom sounded off in the distance. M’yri’ah sat upright in bed, clutching her chest in fear. The space in bed next to her was empty, as was the rest of the room. Something was wrong. Cautiously, she got out of bed and crossed to the open door that led out onto the balcony, there, silhouetted in the twilight was her husband. ‘What is happening?’ She asked with bated breath. ‘I do not know,’ her husband replied tenderly, his teeth grating together. ‘Though I suspect, nothing good.’ The two of them observed a dim glow on the horizon as another muffled boom echoed across the landscape. ‘A bombardment?’ M’yri’ah shuddered. ‘It would seem that way,’ her husband replied regretfully. ‘I thought we had put things like this behind us … tend to K’hym, keep her safe.’ ‘But dear,’ M’yri’ah said quietly, turning to face her husband, her face an emaciated, rotting mess and her eyes glowing red. ‘We’re already dead!’ *** ‘AAAAGH!’ Chris sat up so fast he almost pulled a muscle in his back. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around. He was lying on a stone floor, beside him, a great gaping circular hole glowed a violent green colour. The Alliance of Thanateros. ‘Ow!’ Freaka-chu, who was lying in an obviously uncomfortable position atop a white marble pillar, cried through gritted teeth. ‘Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!’ He said in quick succession as he slid down and turned his torso in a way torsos were not meant to be turned, a stomach-wrenching crack made him relax and let out a sigh of relief. ‘Good lord that’s better,’ he smiled to himself. ‘What the hell happened?’ L96A1 groaned, getting up and cocking his rifle. ‘Did it work?’ ‘Of course it didn’t work,’ Skelifish groaned. ‘We’re still in the same place. Look around. This is where we came from. Dude, I think The Dr. had no idea what he was talking about.’ ‘Wouldn’t be the first time,’ Roxy huffed. ‘You alright, Chris?’ she asked, approaching the boy who was still shaking a little. ‘I’m fine,’ Chris lied. The dream had really shaken him. He thought he’d managed to put those nightmares behind him. It had been years, decades since he’d managed to finally shake those horrific images from his mind. Clearly, now that he was human he had lost the enormous amount of mental control he had enjoyed as a Martian. This made things a whole lot worse. It seemed that with every passing second he was reminded of what he had lost courtesy of Richtocorricas Alpha’s single-minded devotion to his Master Raljex’s whim that the Universe should be orderly, neat, uniform, boring. Loose ends like singular members of species needed instant, sudden and somewhat immediate eradication. He’d pay for that when Chris got his powers back and caught up with the metal bastard. ‘Guys, this place isn’t the same at all,’ L96A1 said as he turned through three-hundredand-sixty degrees. ‘This place has White Marble Pillars. The other one had Black Marble Arches.’
‘Oh yeah,’ Skelifish nodded. ‘Dude, I was so not paying attention before.’ ‘Well,’ Freaka-chu said, taking out his double-ended scythe. ‘If we did get through the tear … then where is Alpha?’ The group found their feet rather quickly as this thought made its way through their heads. ‘Get together!’ Freaka-chu growled as the group backed into a tight cluster. Through no fault of his own, Chris somehow wound up in the very middle, squashed between the backpacks of the others. ‘Guys!’ He mumbled. ‘Shhh!’ Freaka-chu said, his giant ears pricking up. ‘I can hear his breathing … … …’ Freaka-chu closed his eyes, concentrating on the sounds. ‘He’s outside,’ he said finally, bounding off towards the circular entrance to the dark tunnel that wound it’s way up to the great Palace above The Alliance Temple. ‘C’mon!’ L96A1 said, grabbing his backpack. ‘Let’s get Alpha before he gets a chance tae get us!’ ‘I’m coming!’ Roxy grunted, trying to lift her backpack. ‘This thing is really heavy!’ The group headed for the tunnel, passing through the diamond-shaped entranceway and up the darkened cavern until they found themselves in the entrance hall of a giant Palace, decorated in brilliant white marble. Not wasting any time in pointing out the obvious similarity between this Palace and the one on the other side of the Alliance, the party sprinted out of the doors that had been torn from their hinges long ago, their great oak forms lying n splinters on the white marble steps that led down into a great snow-covered garden that surrounded the perimeter of the Palace exterior. An abundance of footprints littered the snow. The invisible barrier around the Palace prevented any fresh powder from falling, so clearly, the snow that lay here had been there since the installation of the Palace itself. ‘I can’t see him,’ Skelifish said, his eyes narrowing into the darkness. The moon was full and large, illuminating the gardens in an eerie luminescent light. There, floating in the middle of the path up ahead was Richtocorricas Alpha. The moonlight cast shadows across his decimated form. His arms, now numbering five after Freaka-chu’s attack, hung limp at his sides, swaying unsteadily in the gravitational pull of the miniature Black Hole upon which his form sat. His cape slid through the snow, making a thin trail as he moved slowly through the grounds. ‘ALPHA!’ Freaka-chu called, readying his weapon. Alpha stopped and turned his head, all the way around, one-hundred and eightydegrees until he was looking directly at them. The black orbs that sat in his skinless eye sockets regarded them all with deep hatred. The skin beneath the place where his bottom lip had been flapped uselessly, leaking black, rotten blood where his silver sabre-toothed fangs had ripped apart his jaw line when he had unfurled them, seemingly for the first time. What little skin he had contorted, pulling on the clamps that held it tightly to the back of his otherwise exposed skull. ‘… … … This … is … not … Earth … … …’ he wheezed, his breathing rattled through the damaged apparatus under his skull. ‘No,’ Chris spat. ‘…But you’re still going to pay for what you did to me, to everyone.’ Alpha’s black orb eyes swivelled for a moment, a blue glow forming around them. ‘… … … I … think … not … … …’ ‘Well, I think so,’ Chris shouted back. ‘You took everything from me! I want my life back!’ ‘… … … Your … life … was … an unacceptable … anomaly … … …’ ‘Then what’s yours?’ Roxy grimaced, folding her arms at the horrific creature. ‘… … … My … life … will … end … when my … Master’s mission … is completed … … …’ ‘Trust me,’ L96A1 growled. ‘You’re not goin tae get that far.’ Alpha’s head turned as he scanned the surroundings. ‘… … … This Universe … is in … chaos … … … it … will be brought … to order … too …’
‘I don’t think so,’ Freaka-chu roared. ‘This ends, right here, right now.’ ‘… … … That … is not … your … choice … to … make … … …’ Alpha replied calmly as he raised his third arm to his chest plate and prodded a small “A” shaped device there. ‘… … … We shall … continue … this … Anon … … …’ He said plainly as a blue light enveloped him, a moment later, he was gone. ‘NO!’ Chris shouted, running forwards to the place that Alpha had disappeared from. ‘COME BACK! COME BACK YOU COWARD!’ ‘He’s gone dude,’ Skelifish sighed, sheathing his weapon. ‘Should have figured,’ Freaka-chu hummed, a growl churning in his throat. ‘Teleporter. Handy to have …’ He caught Chris’ glowering expression. ‘He’s trapped on this side of the Alliance Chris. Killing him is secondary anyhow. We’ve got to find a way of getting you back to normal first.’ ‘Yeah, but, where do we start though?’ Roxy asked with a hiss of pain as she dumped her impossibly heavy backpack on the ground. ‘Christ, what the hell is in here?’ She grumbled, tearing open the bag. ‘SURPRISE!’ A small man wearing boxing gloves leapt from the bag and hugged Roxy tightly. Roxy let out a scream of shock before punching the man hard on the nose with a huff of irritation. ‘You fucking idiot, McKellion!’ She shouted angrily. ‘You scared the crap out of me!’ ‘Wondered where you’d got to dude,’ Skelifish chuckled as he took out a joint and began to light it. ‘Thought you were going to miss out on the adventure.’ ‘NEVAH!’ McKellion cried eagerly, slapping his boxing gloves together. ‘Just point me towards what needs teh raping!’ ‘Nothing needs raping!’ Freaka-chu said with a smirk. ‘At least not yet.’ ‘Well, what about him?’ McKellion quizzed, pointing to the hedges that lined the garden where a figure in white robes had suddenly appeared. His white hair was neatly tied into three ponytails at the back of his head that flowed down and almost touched the ground. His neck was covered in grey and white fur that spread up around his jaw line. Dark eyes regarded them from an expression of keen interest. He moved silently through the snow, his bare feet hardly leaving any kind of trace in the snow. ‘Well now,’ the figure said with a smirk. ‘I must say that I’ve never seen anything quite as strange as you,’ he said at Freaka-chu before he turned his attention to the others. ‘Nor have I ever beheld humans, quite like you and no creature … quite like the one whom you were chasing. Tell me … what is your purpose here?’ ‘We’ve come to find a cure for the Anubis Virus,’ Freaka-chu spoke up. ‘We were told we would find one here.’ The figures eyes lit up. Literally, they glowed momentarily with a white flash. ‘The Anubis Virus?’ He said with an indignant huff. ‘Is that what they call it now? Of all the sanctimonious, self-important …’ the figure seemed to catch himself mid-sentence as his eyes fell upon the party. He rubbed his furred neck and coughed before he continued. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You will find your cure for the effects of the Alliance of Thanateros here,’ he said as he turned to walk further into the gardens, revealing a large, bushy Fox tail protruding from under his robes. ‘Follow me.’ With a shrug, Freaka-chu set off after the figure. ‘Wait!’ Roxy hissed. ‘Do you think it’s a good idea to follow him? We don’t know a thing about him!’ ‘It’s not only a good idea,’ the figure, who was now twenty feet ahead of them called back. ‘But it’s your only hope of finding your cure. And if you want to know of my kind, you have but to ask.’ ‘Let’s start with your name then,’ Roxy said, shaking off her unease at being overheard. ‘My name …?’ The Creature smiled, turning to look at her. ‘Surely something must be amiss in the Overworld if you do not know of me. Cato’s plan must have failed as so many thought it would …’ He caught himself yet again and returned to looking at the group.
‘Cato’s gone,’ Freaka-chu said simply. ‘And somebody covered up everything. That part of history is lost forever.’ ‘With good reason,’ the man replied sagely. ‘Then I shall have to introduce myself … I was the third son of Drahmin Cato, born of the Overworld. I became the first of the Foxnams on my world, now, I am an outcast, an exile, a prisoner of The Alliance of Thanateros … and you … will know me as Osiris.’
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