The Gates to Madness (1-14-2012)
“And thus, they ventured into the Underworld, where the mad dead dwell. Within they found a world with strange rules and even stranger inhabitants. A tempest of Madness and fire rages all across the lands of Shadow constantly reshaping it’s wicked landscape. Out of the madness Enoch spires like a vile testament to power of insanity, and yet the capital of the dead contained within it the thing they were seeking. But the dead is not all the lives in the world beneath, but much darker things too mad to ever survive in the realm of light. Navigating the spires of Iron and Crags of Flesh they find what they came for, and something they did not mean to find. They…”
DTE officials begin to break up the crowed around the old man telling the tale of the Dragon Slayers. He looks up from his seat on the floor, and rises as the soldiers quickly approach him. He removes the red blanket that kept him warm on cold nights, revealing his twisted body of metal beneath. All 4 limbs had been replaced with metal, and many more implants could be seen. When he dropped the dark hood that concealed his face, the DTE thugs stopped immediately and raised their weapons. His metal eye was twitching left, right all over the place while his other simply stared at the men. Six hooded figures surround the man, creating a human shield around him. The Soldiers scream at them to move out of the way, when they lower their hoods as well to reveal young men and women all bearing series of grotesque implants, illegal implants, implants that could kill every person in 50 miles. The old man pushes his protectors aside and says in a raspy, strained voice
“So you’ve finally came to find me. Took you long enough, I thought you’d missed all the hints I left for you. Stand aside, I’m going with them.”
The younger Biotics stand aside to let the man pass through their ranks, and face the soldiers who haven’t moved. He holds out his wrists, and they slowly lower their guns while eying his protege.
“They won’t interfere, as long as you leave them alone.”
A tall man, wearing the badge of an officer takes two circular metal pads from his belt, and places them on the old man’s wrists. A shockwave of static electricity shoots through the area, and a blue foam spreads all over the old man, and hardens almost immediately trapping all but his head within. The soldiers pushes a button on his wrist, and the block of foam begins to hover and follow his steps. They leave the area, and head towards the space port, whilst a young soldier not older than 19 begins to read to the old man
“Morden Grele, you are charged with violating the Biotic act of 2680, seventeen counts of terrorist activity, fourteen counts of first degree murder, twenty five counts of petty theft and 17 counts of grand theft. Finally you are charged with High Treason to the United Terran Worlds. You are herby detained and will be transported to Sentinel for your trial.”
An electric shock passes through the foam, and Morden loses consciousness.
Morden awakes mounted on a metal chair, all of his biotics removed. He is simply a torso and a head strapped to a chair. The room is dark, and concret. An interrogation cell. After a few minutes of attempting to figure out what time it is, light streams into the room. The entire ceiling is a light, making the room light up as if it was daylight. A woman steps into the room, wearing a DTE patch, but no uniform. Her red dress floats across the floor, as if it was made of silk. Her hair is curled and beautifully decorated. Her white pale skin went well with the icy look on her face, and yet this is the most beautiful woman Morden has ever seen. Her voice is just as cold as her face, emotionless.
“Mr Grele. You took us on quite a chase didn’t you.”
“Now Now, chasing implies I was running. I never ran. It’s your people that are inept.”
Morden smiles after that.
“Cut the shit, I want you to tell me everything that happened after your friends returned from the underworld. If you won’t tell me, we have means…”
Morden shakes his head.
“I’d be glad to tell you what happened. Pull up a chair, I can’t imagine those high heels are very comfortable.”
The woman leans against a wall and gestures at Morden to begin.
“Have it your way then. They came back, with more people than they started with. They kept muttering something about Drak, which I was expecting since that’s why they went there in the first place… but the thing I wasn’t expecting was that they kept talking about Vampires…”