Light of Dark
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,235
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Light of Dark
Title: Light of Dark
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Damn Don’t know where this is going, my muse likes taking over.
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Zalrin looks about himself anxiously, checking if the coast is clear. He had barely escaped a pair of thugs as he headed home from work. (Okay, so I thought she was a guy. It was an easy mistake. She was built like a bodybuilder.) The female was about six feet tall with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest a linebacker would envy. No breasts he was aware of. Her hair or what was still there, was buzzed so short it looked like black dirt on her head. Striking iced blue eyes held a menacing stare. The two guys were like night and day, one was short and squat, the other tall and lanky. The short one was about four feet with long white-blond hair in dreads, a goatee, and was built squarely. He looked squashed from gravity due to the disproportion. He had beady black eyes that always shifted around when he stood still too long. The tall one was a foot shorter than the woman and had a lanky, anorexic looking frame. His thin, greasy hair was pulled back into a ponytail that trailed the ground behind him. He had green cat eyes that severely creeped Zalrin out.
Zalrin ducks from shadow to shadow, keeping to the sides of the buildings. He listens for any sounds indicating his would-be attackers were following. He slowly makes his way through the stench-filled streets of his neighborhood to his apartment complex. Trash litters the streets and alleys. Rats and other small animals scurry into the darkness, hissing. The homeless peek out from their cardboard homes, praying the police aren’t there to shove them along. The massive, towering, paint chipped ruins of the complex looms ahead. As he sneaks up to it, he sees his hulking, brute of a father storm out in a rage.
“Great. What the fuck crawled up his ass? Mom better be alright,” he growls at the retreating figure. He heads up to the darkened apartment.
“Mom!” he cries out into the all consuming silence.
Panic sears through his veins when she doesn’t answer. He reaches for the light,but the ceiling light pops, sending a shower of sparks onto a shattered glass table. The living room was wrecked, the couch torn up as if a beast ripped through it.
“Mom,” he calls out again, each step sending fear coursing through his veins, “Mom, where are you? Answer me!”
He checks the kitchen. The refrigerator is toppled against the counter, its contents spilling out everywhere. Bloody hand prints are smeared on the walls, a trail descends toward his mother’s bedroom. He follows it and turns on the light, dreading what he may see.
There is blood splattered and smeared all over the ceiling, floor and walls. In the middle of this slaughterhouse that once was a bedroom is a bloody pool that cradles his mother’s cold, mutilated corpse in a grotesquely, loving embrace. Her face is half torn and contorted in the most horrifying way. Her lifeless eyes look at the doorway in fear, one hanging by its vein. Her arms and legs are twisted in a macabre display of flight and dance, as if the killer is showing a grotesquely artistic side. Her torso is slit open like a dissected animal meant for a biology exam. Her organs are set out in a display to all who would wish to view.
He stares in horror. His eyes wide as a high, keening sound emits from his throat like an animal in despair. The keening changes slowly to a wail that reverberates through the apartment. An all consuming darkness descends upon his terror drenched mind, pulling him to a safe dark void of nothingness.
Author: Kat Andre
Rating: R (so far. Further chapters may raise rating) strong language and grotesque, violent depictions. Read if you can stomach it.
Description: A child of Light is born every century. This child is then sacrificed as a counter to evil. The prophecy of the Alkai states that one child of a world lost in darkness will bring forth the Dulande’, the ancient warriors of the dead. This child shall bring forth a new age where Light and Dark unite.
Warnings: This is an original fic. Therefore all rights are reserved to me. DO NOT COPY!! Damn Don’t know where this is going, my muse likes taking over.
________________________________________________________________________
Zalrin looks about himself anxiously, checking if the coast is clear. He had barely escaped a pair of thugs as he headed home from work. (Okay, so I thought she was a guy. It was an easy mistake. She was built like a bodybuilder.) The female was about six feet tall with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest a linebacker would envy. No breasts he was aware of. Her hair or what was still there, was buzzed so short it looked like black dirt on her head. Striking iced blue eyes held a menacing stare. The two guys were like night and day, one was short and squat, the other tall and lanky. The short one was about four feet with long white-blond hair in dreads, a goatee, and was built squarely. He looked squashed from gravity due to the disproportion. He had beady black eyes that always shifted around when he stood still too long. The tall one was a foot shorter than the woman and had a lanky, anorexic looking frame. His thin, greasy hair was pulled back into a ponytail that trailed the ground behind him. He had green cat eyes that severely creeped Zalrin out.
Zalrin ducks from shadow to shadow, keeping to the sides of the buildings. He listens for any sounds indicating his would-be attackers were following. He slowly makes his way through the stench-filled streets of his neighborhood to his apartment complex. Trash litters the streets and alleys. Rats and other small animals scurry into the darkness, hissing. The homeless peek out from their cardboard homes, praying the police aren’t there to shove them along. The massive, towering, paint chipped ruins of the complex looms ahead. As he sneaks up to it, he sees his hulking, brute of a father storm out in a rage.
“Great. What the fuck crawled up his ass? Mom better be alright,” he growls at the retreating figure. He heads up to the darkened apartment.
“Mom!” he cries out into the all consuming silence.
Panic sears through his veins when she doesn’t answer. He reaches for the light,but the ceiling light pops, sending a shower of sparks onto a shattered glass table. The living room was wrecked, the couch torn up as if a beast ripped through it.
“Mom,” he calls out again, each step sending fear coursing through his veins, “Mom, where are you? Answer me!”
He checks the kitchen. The refrigerator is toppled against the counter, its contents spilling out everywhere. Bloody hand prints are smeared on the walls, a trail descends toward his mother’s bedroom. He follows it and turns on the light, dreading what he may see.
There is blood splattered and smeared all over the ceiling, floor and walls. In the middle of this slaughterhouse that once was a bedroom is a bloody pool that cradles his mother’s cold, mutilated corpse in a grotesquely, loving embrace. Her face is half torn and contorted in the most horrifying way. Her lifeless eyes look at the doorway in fear, one hanging by its vein. Her arms and legs are twisted in a macabre display of flight and dance, as if the killer is showing a grotesquely artistic side. Her torso is slit open like a dissected animal meant for a biology exam. Her organs are set out in a display to all who would wish to view.
He stares in horror. His eyes wide as a high, keening sound emits from his throat like an animal in despair. The keening changes slowly to a wail that reverberates through the apartment. An all consuming darkness descends upon his terror drenched mind, pulling him to a safe dark void of nothingness.