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 Four

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.

Necropolis: Chapter Three