The room had a hazy quality, light no longer coming in directly through the window but from an undefinable source. Decius removed his armour, which he now realised he had forgotten to take off in the armoury when he had left the arena. He let the segmented metal plates of the arm guard clatter to the floor. His blank, smooth secutor helmet fell alongside it. He looked at the faceless helm, its tiny circular eyes that were its only human feature…
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The Pit Dogs: Chapter Two
The signal was given to commence, and Decius dropped his sword to a defensive position across his body. The woman was already running, almost within reach, and he barely managed to move his shield to catch her vicious opening strike. She recoiled from the guard, but turned the momentum into a swing with the other blade that scraped Decius’ armored left arm and threw up sparks.
The Pit Dogs: Chapter One
Decius didn’t hear from the villa for several days after that. On the eve of the fifth day, however, he caught wind of some gossip that chilled his blood. He crossed the half-mile to the villa without thinking about it and hammered his club-like fist on the wood of the door. After a second, a servant opened it, and Decius swept in with confidence borne of anger.
Valentinian! He knew the name of old.
Fidelis was eating at a long table, alone, when Decius found him.
“Ah, my boy. Do sit. Have a grape,” said the old man.
The Catacombs of Cthon: Chapter Four
A sudden flash of inspiration had come to her, while she was preparing her betrayal. She had recognised the dark psychic waves passing around her as soon as they approached the garage, knew that this was the origin. The place from her dreams. When the fighting broke out she had instinctively made her way to the entrance and found it unlocked – unlocked for her, she knew. The coming of the agent had been foretold by whatever lay at the centre of the labyrinth. It was then that she had received her final orders: Destroy the agent, at all costs…
The Catacombs of Cthon: Chapter Three
The corridor was lit only by red emergency lamps, illuminating unreadable graffiti on the peeling walls. Some of the doors hung off their hinges.
“Our friends have been busy here,” said Zhen, examining a taped-up doorway. “They purged the whole building, I’d bet. Wouldn’t like to guess at what we’d find inside.”
“You mean… killed them?” said Mist, horrified. Zhen nodded simply. “Why would they do that?”
“Show of strength. Don’t mess with us, or we’ll… execute your entire family and all your neighbours,” Zhen sighed. “Horribly inefficient. But then, you don’t go into fascism for efficiency.” She allowed a mirthless, dead burst of laughter to escape her lips.
The Catacombs of Cthon: Chapter Two
They splashed through the puddles of dark water close to the access point that they would use to get up onto the street. A rusty ladder in a dim pool of light was their beacon. Lament went first, feeling the gritty texture of the metal and probing with her mind upwards. Their contact was waiting for them anxiously in the shadowed crook of a drab-looking building. When Lament reached the top he extended his hand and she shook it.
“Henry. You must be the scout team. Please don’t tell me anything,” he said.
The Catacombs of Cthon: Chapter One
The practiced smile was plastered on her face as the silvery door of the Kalon fell open. The sight that met her, however, was far from official. Rather than the Imperial Prefect, she was greeted by a shabby looking pair of young women in oversized armour vests. The two women were filthy, and both wore dented Imperial Security helmets.
“Ah! Get your head down, your grace!” said one woman, who bore a long scar along her cheek. Lament suddenly became aware of the thumping report of force gunfire in the air. In the cavernous ceremonial entry hall she noticed makeshift barricades, behind which soldiers fired at an unseen foe in the darkness outside.
Necropolis: Chapter Four
Happy Friday to all of you who come across this post!
What follows is the exciting conclusion of the first of twenty-six stories to be published this year.
Apollo and Giger have found their cult, but at what cost? Can they rescue Giger’s daughter from the clutches of Julius’ men? Will she even want rescuing?
Apollo’s eyes, full of blood and filth and tears rolling from the corners, strained to see, to make out any detail about their captors. But other than the robed Brother, all four of them wore heavy hoods and face-covering sackcloth masks with only the tiniest black holes for eyes.
“Just what is it you want with us?” she asked. The Brother laughed a sickly, rasping laugh and smiled at her with black, rotted teeth.
“You’ll see,” he said…
Necropolis: Chapter Three
Good to see you again, those of you who enjoyed the first two chapters I posted as a Christmas gift. If you haven’t read those two you can find them in the previous post on this site, or at the archive page at the top (tales of adventure).
In today’s installment Apollo meets up with an old ally, and Giger’s paranoia turns poisonous to deadly effect!
“Does ‘Julius’ mean anything?”
“Julius Caesar? The last king of Rome?” Delta said experimentally.
Apollo shook her head. “Some men were sent to kill me. These and that name were all I got out of them.”
“Julius… Julius… I believe there’s a Juliustown to the west. But these figures don’t mean anything to me.”
At that moment, Giger came stumbling into the teahouse. He was clutching a large bundle of electric blue linen cloth.
“Apollo!” he exclaimed.
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