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The Birth of Zeke: The Nightmare ...
[His eyes opened slowly. Slowly moving his eyes about the small room, he blinked.] "..Where ... am I?" [Zeke stood to his feet; for the first time seeing what he used to be since his augmentation. A single table, and tweo chairs sat before him. Quietly he moved over to them, and began to observe three items sitting on the table. A quill pen, a paper-backed book of some sort, and finally small inker. Rubbing his chin he looked around the room once more, throttled with curiousity.] "What is this place? Why am I here. [Moving to the door as he spoke..and then slamming his fists on the tightly locked entrance/exit to the room.] I DEMAND SOMEONE COME AND RELEASE ME!!" Nothing had happened. Time passed, and Zeke had paced the room several times over; minutes to hours ... hours to days. Day to months ... or it was just mere seconds. Finally ... a voice was heard. 'Read the story, Roen Kross; one known as Ezekiel Izix. Step to the table, and read your story ....' [Zeke looked at the table, and grunted. Sitting down, he picked it up; and slit the tab keeping it binded. Opening to the first page, his eyes quickly began to read into the material. After several hours, Zeke dropped the thing to the table. Sliding back in the chair, his head slumped --- Tears in his eyes. He looked warily at the pamphlet that told his entire story; from beginning of being born on the Whispering Plains; on to the Acceptance of him into the Harmonian Empire's Army ... inducted to the Harmonian alongside Brother's-in-Arms Erik and Evan Kross. The destruction of his being .. and his ressurection through ancient technology that made him become the one known as Izix. His siring, and finally all the way up to his gruesome end. So much sadness, and despair ran through his look; him slowly losing grip on what had mattered to him while he lived. Nothing was left --- only an intense depression that was fueling a dark, cold heart ... with Rage. Hatred ... Evil. Rising to his feet and sending the table into the far wall, he roared out; screaming towards the ceiling.] "..Release me right fucking now?! I WANT IT BACK!!! GIVE IT BACK!!" The voice came back; dark and seductive, full of Evil and Rage. With a bellow of booming sound, it spoke to him.. 'Then pledge yourself to me, Izix ... and I will restore you to life. Be my warrior, and spread the bane of good known as Evil all over that pathetic little world ... Destroy it with Hate, Evil, Rage ... and Chaos!! DO YOU ACCEPT?!' [Hitting his knees, as if he was hit in the chest with a cannon, Zeke's eyes lowered to the floor. His lips parted, and those damning words slowly slithered out like a hissing snake ... "..I accept. I am yours, forever ... Embrace me with your power ...and fuel my soul with Hatred. Make your Chaos ... my power. Let your Evil command me, and be enforced through me." (Meanwhile, nearly 8 miles above the surface of Earth inside Arc an alarm went off.) This is odd. Izix's Reactor and Subsidary systems are coming online? And .. what .. MOVING?!' [The spectacle seen from the surface, was a massive burst of light in the sky --- Arc was destroyed completely. (Returning to the Room) ..'It is almost time, Izix. Are you ready..?' [Looking at the door, he heard a hissing as pressure was released. The massive sliding doors moved away from each other, three heavily armored men entered through it. Each of them were carrying a massive cylinder, and set it down harshly. Glowing eyes from the slits in their helmets burned through Zeke's mind ... and he stood up. Tapping in a code, the three quickly vacated the room, and slowly the cylinder turned and began to open. Zeke's eyes went wide, him staring at his mangled body; head torn off with aid of a sword. Chest cavity bare --- no pulse core seemed. But the lungs, heart, bloodvessells ... all of them were moving. The muscles on the arms of the body twitched, contortated and jerked. He moved to the thing, and placed a hand inside the cavity. Flipping a switch, power from the reactor was diverted into an emergency core-like apparatus. The bleed-off energy stopped, and the body began to rapidly regenerate itself. Zeke looks upwards, asking..] "..With no head, brain ... or Core .. how am I to survive? What can this hunk of synthetic flesh and wires do for me?" The massive voice returned, growling almost. 'You will soon see, Izix ... preparations for you have been made. [At that time, the door opened again; a grotesque woman who appeared more a corpse than a woman trudged in. Carrying around her neck was a snapping, and humming crystal attached to a pendant. Groaning as it was removed from her neck .. she placed it inside the hole where the Pulse Core should go ... and then with a slither of the bitche's tongue ... it morphed and contorted. Connecting itself to the system feed's and lines. The Chest cavity closed, and she looked at Izix. Maggots slowly crawled out of her eye sockets, and fell to the floor --- finally she turned and made her way back towards the door. ] Soon, Izix ... you will rise again. More powerful than you could have ever imagined. You will have powers beyond those wretched creatures Amel treasures ... strength beyond that of your once sire-father, Chevy. You have accepted a wonderful gift ... I will smile as you burn Earth down right under his eyes. Nothing he has, nor can create ... will stop you. Nothing ... ' [Zeke watched, and slowly looked away. Within minutes the heavy doors opened once more. A single man that looked rather distuinguished and gentlemanly-like stood next to the Cylinder. He spouted off words quickly ... and then sat down a pressure locked case. Within seconds, he was walking out the door and it shut. Zeke moved, and somehow knew the code to unlock it, and instantly stepped back as it began to open. He stared down at what was inside, almost unbeleivingly; as it's dull unlit eyes stared at Zeke. His mask ... his armor's helmet sat on the table. He picked it up, and it was stained in blood ... demons blood. It quickly occured to him, it was the one he had lost when he ventured through hell, and became possessed. He couldn't beleive it, and then looked up franticly, screaming.] "..WHO ARE YOU?! ANSWER ME!? WHOM DO I SERVE NOW?! ANSWER ME!!!!" [The eyes of the damnable headpeice became alive, and Zeke was whisked away in a flurry of pulsating red and black energy light. He couldn't stop it, and then finally ... everything to him went dark. The body of the fallen warrior began to emit a rather dark, and bleeding-like color of red ... an aura that was powerful. Moving from the cylinder, it dropped to one knee almost instantly. Red, glowing eyes stared at the floor as words were heard. Words muffled and distorted by the mask, but they were Izix's...] "..I am ready, my Lord. What, shall I do first ..." The voice exploded in dark laughter, and then ran off into a tongue that wasn't understood by Zeke. Archaic symbols burned themselves into the floor around Izix, and then slowly illuminated as the casting ended. Disappearing into a volley of red and black particles, Zeke was gone. Amidst the room's darkness, two bleeding red eyes opened in the corner, and hissed out in a soft whisper... 'The second son of the Fallen has now ... been brought to life. Evil has been ressurected inside your heart, Izix ... and that Evil will destroy everything in its wake.' A dark laughter left the room slowly, and the light within flickered, and exploded ... leaving the darkness with itself. (Elsewhere, a violet disturbance rocked a small house; home to a family of five. Standing up, a fire was burning in the middle of the living room, as Izix's eyes moved about the room. Walking from it, it withered and died ... and the pair of young eyes looked on in horror. Without hesitation, screams of terror and bloodshed were heard; finally the house exploded in a gulfing explosion of fire and hate. Moving from it, Zeke moved forward with sword in hand. As he walked, his face looked upwards, and a roll of obsentities left his tongue .... and the glowing red eyes of the mask burned faster, and darker. Within seconds, he uplifted and broke out into a speeding glide ---- moving on into the darkness that enveloped the world as it was night.
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[Song]: Time to Play the Game by Motorhead Page Updated: 1/05/2008 |