《In Memoriam》Chapter 1
Advertisement
The air around Carrell crackled as a bolt of blue lightning flashed past his head, the man quickly dropped to the carpeted floor beneath him as another burst of electricity shrieked past him, charging the air around it and standing the man’s hair on end. Carrell scrambled forwards, bursting from his prone position into a hybrid of crouching and charging as he dove for cover behind the blasted remains of a stone pillar, only daring to glance back at the wall that was previously behind him to see the black scorch mark that now decorated the hewn-stone wall. A dry gulp clawed it’s way down his throat as his clammy fingers tightened around the stocky lasgun in his hand, the grip was cold in his hand, but it allowed the shake of his hands to steady, his eyes looming across the gun, inspecting it from the end of its barrel to its metal stock.
The object in his hands was something that assured him some semblance of safety, it was a weapon to strike out against what he had feared. His breathing slowed, shifting from rasping panting to a calm, deep breaths as he gripped the weapon a little tighter.
Another crackle of electricity crashed against the stone pillar he had taken cover behind, shards of broken stone clattering against the floor.
“Carrell! Take the damn shot you coward!” A sharp voice roared above another crackle of electricity, each syllable clear and fast, the voice cutting through the air with a dagger-like tongue, Carrell merely stammered out a half-hearted response “I-I-I”
The voice cut sharply “Emperor Dammit, I don’t know why Hargrave insisted you tag along for this you fucking hive-rat!” Much like her tongue, the woman that burst forwards from behind a neighbouring pillar raced forwards like an arrow in flight, he caught sight of her body through a singed hole in the cloak that billowed around her, it was nothing but a glimpse of her thigh, and the knife strapped to it, Carrel caught the slightest sight of the tips of her finger reaching for the handle of the blade as the cloak billowed again and he could see no more of her besides the back of her black cloak as he dared to look out from his cover to watch her.
Advertisement
She was quickly gaining ground on their target, and the source of the bolts of lightning, her legs carried her forwards like a predator on the hunt, nimbly darting and weaving behind pillars as lightning crackled through the air. She was close to the boy now, there target was a young man, draped in marred rags that hung around his body loosely, clothes for a man, unfitting on the gaunt, pale frame of their wearer.
Carrell would have truly thought of him as frail and pathetic, if his sunken eyes did not glow and dance with crackling electricity, and snaps of wispy blue didn’t ionise the air at his fingertips.
This boy was a Psyker, a being that wielded nefarious firepower at his fingertips, yet for all their power, this boy was no different to a lure, food for the creatures of the warp. Even now, as the boy continued to manifest his power in blasts of brilliant blue, the world around him distorted and warped. The slabs of grey stone at his feet had become a rainbow of myriad colours, the once solid stone shifted and warped with each crack of thunder, the smooth surface bubbled and rippled, unintelligible runes, letters and symbols sprouting from the ever-shifting floor before vanishing from existence just as fast.
She had closed the last of the distance between her and the boy before Carrell finished his thought, the boy’s palms hissed with power, but the power that flowed through him erupted too slowly. She slammed her left palm into the Psyker’s chest, sweeping her leg behind his quivering knee and slamming the child into the ground, a dull crack could be heard as the back of his skull slammed into the warped stone, a far louder crack following as a torrent of thunder slammed into the ceiling above him. With her knife in her right hand, she gripped it tight and moved to bring it down to the child’s throat.
Advertisement
“Sister Martha! Stop, we’re supposed to take him alive!” Carrel screamed, more of his body peeking from behind the pillar.
His response came in the shortest of cold glares, cast from eyes that were alight with rage and roared with a hatred for the small boy, who struggled and squirmed helplessly as she atop him, pinning his frail arms with her knees and raising the knife high.
Carrel brought his lasgun to bear, the stock resting against his shoulder as his eyes narrowed.
The distinctive CRACK of lasgun fire rose above the panicked yells of the flailing boy, the weapon’s brilliant blue beam struck true, transferring the energy of the blast into Martha’s blade. The Sororitas quickly tossed the blade to one side, eyelids narrowing into slits as what little of her eyes could be seen shot a stare that could pierce a man to his soul.
Her attention lost, their target shot up, slamming his forehead into the side of Martha’s head, she was stunned, surprised, but not hurt. Carrel had spent enough time with this woman to know that Martha’s skull was far thicker than a rockrete bunker wall. The boy’s eyes went wide as he shook his head in a daze, half-reeling from his own desperate attack. The Sister’s composure quickly returned as her neck span back to face down the Psyker. Her smile grew wide as she looked at her stunned captive “Let me show you how it’s done-” the last of her words seethed through clenched teeth, spraying the boy with spittle “-HERETIC!”
With a CRACK that felt like it rang far louder than Carrel’s lasgun ever had, she snapped her head forward and slammed her skull into the Psyker’s pallid face. The back of the boy’s head struck the ground far harder than it had the first time he was brought down, his wild flailing and pitiable attempts at escape quickly stopped as he slumped roughly into the shifting, stone beneath him.
Advertisement
- In Serial20 Chapters
The Iceman
An actual life after death. I literally came back to life after dying. But into a very different world. Into a world where extraordinary heroes are as real as you and I, and so are the terrifying villains. A world that was once fiction is now my reality, and I find myself in the body of the world's most underestimated mutant. SI as the X-men mutant Iceman in the Marvel-verse.
8 81 - In Serial14 Chapters
Star Wars - Trials of the Sith
The Sith are harsh. They can be cruel. They may be insane. But they are always strong. The journey to that strength is through the fire and the fury of trials where there is no mercy shown. While being forged into a weapon of the Empire, one has to have the strength of will, toughness of mind and the hardness of body. If they succeed, then they may, one day, be known as a Lord of the SIth. This is the story of one such weapon. **Author's notes - I will be posting this on other sites as well such as SH, AO3 and others as I find them. **About this story: This was only intended to be a one off story that is connected my much larger Star Wars fanfic novels, so the first chapter was huge. I have been absolutely delighted to see such a positive response to this (On Scribble Hub) and have decided to continue Talo's story. I have several ideas about this and will be twining her story into the novels as I figure it out. I am very much a Pantser so I have no idea how this will play out. I hope you enjoy the ride as we explore these concepts.
8 81 - In Serial25 Chapters
The immortal that ran away from home
What would you do if you had to marry a man you don´t like? What would you do if that man was able to kill inmortals in the blink of an eye? What would you do if you knew he already has 12 fairies by his side? She was innocent, overprotected and never thought something like this could happen to her so she ran away from home, ran as far as she could but she doesn´t dare to be careless because she knows they only need a little mistake from her part to be able to find her. Follow Tong Bo Yue as she tries to live a normal life in the mortal world
8 116 - In Serial40 Chapters
Rebirth of Fallen
Ever thought about finding a new chance at life in a new world? How would you improve your life? How would you shine in a world of fantasy, magic and filled to the brim with new fantastical races? Raijen got this second chance, and so did Erin. Everything should have been perfect. A new world, new opportunities, new family, but acquiring salvation comes at a cost. There’s always tales of heroes rising to power, good triumphing over evil, and a happy ending for all. People love those tales, that’s why they’re passed down the generations. But what happened to those who turned out evil, what shaped them? What drove them away from the light, forever ordained to be forgotten by the passage of time? Witness what happens when you are reborn as part of the masses, forever condemned to the shadows. Let’s follow the path of the fallen. **********************************************************************Hello everyone, this story was in my head for way too long and I have finally gathered the balls to commit and start writing and publishing the chapters to get feedback and feel on what others might think of it.I will publish one chapter (1500 words or so) every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.Thank you for reading and I hope you will enjoy this journey as much as me. **********************************************************************The cover is temporary until I find someone to make a proper one.My site if you are interested is here where I will publish as well. Credit for edited description goes to Danetello
8 83 - In Serial55 Chapters
Soulless: Twisted hell
A crumbling empire decides to take a leap of faith and summon a portal to another world, hoping its resources would turn the tide in its favor. The portal is summoned, but it doesn't lead where it was supposed to. Instead, it leads to a new, bizarre kind of frozen hell. Now, instead of reaping the benefits, the portal's summoners have no choice but to guard it and ensure a demonic horde doesn't invade their world. The sequel to this book is A free slave
8 352 - In Serial13 Chapters
The Power of Boredom Is Limitless
Hello, my name is Ian, I have no daoist title as I have chosen to forget it long ago I over the time of millions of years achieved peak cultivation and ascended to godhood. However, after thousands of years of eternal life at the peak of strength, I feel only one thing Boredom I have never felt life was so boring, all the blood, sweat, and tears I made leads to this! A boring existence! I who cultivated a dao above the primordial chaos, the concept of reality itself, can't find a way to make his own existence interesting! Why you may ask, I believe it is due to one thing. My moral compass, This "compass" has lead me on the path of righteousness and orthodoxy, however is this ever going to fulfil the word "fun"? So I who can travel across realities, Worlds of Magic, Modern Worlds, Futuristic Worlds. Will discard my moral compass and strive for one thing. To cure boredom, No matter the cost Physics and science? Dao Laws? Magic Laws? Love? Common Sense? None Can stand in my way!
8 160