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Adult ++
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Hell's Awakening
Hell’s Awakening
Introduction:
The Messenger
Matt lay back on the bed watching the news. A bottle of foul tasting import lager in one hand and a hand rolled joint in the other. His eyes were just starting to close as the next story came up.
“This is Dexter Hannigan reporting for CNC News. Earlier tonight police were called to what neighbours claimed were the hysterical screams of the house’s occupant Mrs Harriet Edwards, a forty five year old mother of four. It is said Mr Gregory Edwards was seen smashing his way through the front door with a fire axe. It is believed he had stolen the axe from his workplace several days earlier. Eyewitnesses tell of his increasingly irrational and violent behaviour and of him exploding into a fit of rage after his estranged wife refused to let him inside the family home.
When police arrived they found the horrific scene in which Mrs Edwards and her four teenage children had been murdered and mutilated. Each member of the family had their head removed which were then placed around an occultist symbol that had been crudely painted on the floor in their blood.”
Matt shot up now from the bed now. His sudden interest peaked by the nature of the murder. He grimaced as he took another swig of the warm lager, and took a long drag on the joint. His vision blurred for a moment as he inhaled.
“When police arrived at the scene of carnage, it is claimed that Mr Edwards was kneeling at the side of the circle and reading from a page written in blood. They believe from his mumbled words that he thought he could summon a demon by using his family as a sacrifice.
After trying to arrest Mr Edwards, one police officer was killed and two others wounded. He had picked up his axe and proceeded to attack all present in the same manner as his wife and children. This was done under constant gunfire from the police. It is believed he had over thirty rounds inside him before finally collapsing and dying at the scene.”
“Way to go Greg.” Matt shouted at the TV screen. He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. He opened the door and pulled out a semi automatic shotgun and a meat cleaver.
“Looks like it’s finally begun.”
“That’s right Matt. You know what you must do now. The disciples are awakening. We demand sacrifice, do not disappoint us.” said the voice in his head.
In other news, the nineteen year old daughter of media mogul Alexia Phillips is believed missing. By all accounts from both friends and family, it is likely she could have been abducted. Also missing along with Miss Kayla Phillips were her best friend 19 year old Candice Lonneti and boyfriend 21 year old Roberto Lonneti.
It is believed the kidnappings could be linked to a string of other disappearances over the past two months. All have been the sons and daughters of wealthy socialites, business tycoons and celebrities. The three follow thirteen similar disappearances in the Hollywood area leaving the communities in a state of fear and many families opting to take various security measures to ensure the safety of their family.”
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The tattoo on his back began to tingle at first, and then burn like it was being branded into his skin. It had happened five years ago, he had been abducted by still unknown assailants. They had used his blood mixed with that of something not of this world. Still he could not bring himself to think of that horrific visage that had stood before him. They had branded the tattoo into his back while taking their pleasure from his screaming writhing body. They had been both male and female, or so he believed, still he was not sure.
The ordeal had lasted weeks, until finally they unbound him and let him walk naked into the daylight. Across the world thousands of other abducted people were also being released. It was there time to be sent back into the world. They needed only 666 to survive and perform the sacrificial ritual. The disciples’ time on this world had come to an end. Forced back through the portals they had created. Their chosen ones would bring about their next and for them, hopefully permanent return. And the return of their demonic master to walk the earth freely and shape it at his pleasure.
Matt screamed as the pain became so intense he thought he would pass out. “Remember Matt, we control you now. Only by carrying out our will can you avoid the fate of the cattle of humankind. Now go forth and begin the ritual slaughter.”
Matt had no family to speak of, a sister who mostly avoided him these days. He’d pay her and her family a visit soon he thought, one they would likely remember to their dying breath. But no one else he acknowledged any longer. So his ritual would be random, he would find a suitable target and bring them the peace that Hell could offer them. He grinned at the prospect, counting out the boxes of shells. Fifty boxes should be enough he thought. He’d been collecting them gradually over the past five years, knowing he would soon have to do the bidding of his masters.
He pulled out a large backpack from the wardrobe and placed the boxes inside, along with the meat cleaver. Then he took out a long black leather coat that almost reached to the floor. Underneath he placed the shotgun inside a modified holder he had sown into the coat. Then he walked over to the set of drawers and pulled out two, nine mm handguns. He placed one in each coat pocket and posed in front of the mirror. He turned slowly looking across the room at the three bound and chained figures. He reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out a baseball bat covered in what looked like ritualistic written in the blood of those it had been used on.
He weighed the bat in one hand, and slid his other hand down the length of it, seeming to gesture in an obscene fashion to his three terrified captives. He moved slowly towards them, his smile widening with each step closer to his victims. He seemed to move away for a moment much to their relief, only for their relief to turn to despair as they saw him set up a series of video recording equipment and cameras around the room.
Most of the cameras seemed to be focussed at various angles on the shabby double bed that appeared to be very heavily bloodstained. They could only guess that this wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing and they were to be filmed in some manner. The three were held firmly in place by chains pulling their arms above their heads, the chains being held by sturdy metal rings sunk into the heavy wooden beams of what appeared to be an abandoned and remote factory building.
Matt approached to within several feet of the three hostages, slowly walking around as he sized them up. He stopped in front of the male, and without warning ripped the tape gag from his mouth. Roberto breathed heavily, drawing in a lungful of the fetid and foul smelling air. He was about to speak as Matt walked away, shedding his leather coat and revealing again his heavily tattooed and muscled form.
Now he was closer the mutilation was more obvious for them to see. The symbols carved into his flesh painted a grim picture of the pain he must have suffered. All three were more concerned with their own pain and what this vile giant of a man might be preparing to do to them.
Matt walked back quickly this time, the menace in his eyes gave away his rising need to inflict pain. Roberto opened his mouth to speak, only to receive a heavy blow to his kneecaps. It was not enough to shatter bones, but enough to make his knees buckle beneath him. Roberto fought to remain upright, the pressure building on his bound wrists as he fought desperately against the pain. Matt savoured the cries and pleadings of his victim. He looked to his other prisoners, the gags were removed one by one, both of the girls immediately screamed in protest at their brutal captor.
He turned away again, this time walking to a large and filthy floor mat that he pulled back to reveal some kind of trapdoor that presumably led beneath the factory. He disappeared from view. ‘Moments later he reappeared dragging a large dark skinned male by a heavy chain and collar. The man seemed crazy. His eyes were glazed, he paid little attention to those present as he looked wildly around the room. His massive bulk was only held in place by the seemingly impossibly inhuman strength Matt now possessed.
Matt walked the man over to the bed and ordered him to sit while he fastened the chain and collar to a ring above the bed. Any attempts to try and move further than the bed would have likely resulted in breaking his neck. Again Matt disappeared below. Seconds later the three were all shocked to see the sight before them. The young woman was the daughter of James and Helena Brogan. James Brogan was campaigning for the position of state governor and a highly influential man. For all his contacts and power he had been unable to find his daughter and the others who had gone missing. His daughter being the first of those to be kidnapped two months earlier.
The terrified young woman looked gaunt and near madness. She screamed at Matt as he dragged her by her hair to the side of the bed, chaining her in place to a heavy wooden chair. She appeared to know the man on the bed. At least she seemed to be screaming incoherently at him.
Roberto looked around the room in desperation trying to find a way out. His fears were only heightened as Matt walked back over to him. The thick black leather collar in his hand was placed around Roberto’s neck. Matt pulled heavily on the chain to emphasize his strength and to keep his prey obedient. Unfastening the other chains he led Roberto to the bed and like the other male he fastened the chained collar to a metal ring above the bed. Roberto sat facing the other man, wondering what was expected of him and fearing the madness in the eyes of the man.
Roberto soon realised the young woman was their only as a spectator and now he realised who the man was, her fiancé. Matt stood behind the woman his hand held her filthy long blonde hair tight. He produced a combat knife and slowly moved it in front of her throat. Matt remained silent as he toyed with the blade, drawing a thin line of blood with the blade. It wasn’t a deep cut, but the man seemed to be spurred into action as he saw the blade cut into his fiancé’s neck.
Roberto soon found himself grappling with the man, and almost as quickly realised he was heavily outmatched in both strength and size. He soon found himself flipped onto his stomach, the bastard behind him seeming to position himself and looking to their captor for approval. Roberto screamed obscenities as he realised what was about to happen. His girlfriend and sister looked on in complete horror and could only wonder what their own fate might be at the hands of this sick psychopath.
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Introduction:
The Messenger
Matt lay back on the bed watching the news. A bottle of foul tasting import lager in one hand and a hand rolled joint in the other. His eyes were just starting to close as the next story came up.
“This is Dexter Hannigan reporting for CNC News. Earlier tonight police were called to what neighbours claimed were the hysterical screams of the house’s occupant Mrs Harriet Edwards, a forty five year old mother of four. It is said Mr Gregory Edwards was seen smashing his way through the front door with a fire axe. It is believed he had stolen the axe from his workplace several days earlier. Eyewitnesses tell of his increasingly irrational and violent behaviour and of him exploding into a fit of rage after his estranged wife refused to let him inside the family home.
When police arrived they found the horrific scene in which Mrs Edwards and her four teenage children had been murdered and mutilated. Each member of the family had their head removed which were then placed around an occultist symbol that had been crudely painted on the floor in their blood.”
Matt shot up now from the bed now. His sudden interest peaked by the nature of the murder. He grimaced as he took another swig of the warm lager, and took a long drag on the joint. His vision blurred for a moment as he inhaled.
“When police arrived at the scene of carnage, it is claimed that Mr Edwards was kneeling at the side of the circle and reading from a page written in blood. They believe from his mumbled words that he thought he could summon a demon by using his family as a sacrifice.
After trying to arrest Mr Edwards, one police officer was killed and two others wounded. He had picked up his axe and proceeded to attack all present in the same manner as his wife and children. This was done under constant gunfire from the police. It is believed he had over thirty rounds inside him before finally collapsing and dying at the scene.”
“Way to go Greg.” Matt shouted at the TV screen. He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. He opened the door and pulled out a semi automatic shotgun and a meat cleaver.
“Looks like it’s finally begun.”
“That’s right Matt. You know what you must do now. The disciples are awakening. We demand sacrifice, do not disappoint us.” said the voice in his head.
In other news, the nineteen year old daughter of media mogul Alexia Phillips is believed missing. By all accounts from both friends and family, it is likely she could have been abducted. Also missing along with Miss Kayla Phillips were her best friend 19 year old Candice Lonneti and boyfriend 21 year old Roberto Lonneti.
It is believed the kidnappings could be linked to a string of other disappearances over the past two months. All have been the sons and daughters of wealthy socialites, business tycoons and celebrities. The three follow thirteen similar disappearances in the Hollywood area leaving the communities in a state of fear and many families opting to take various security measures to ensure the safety of their family.”
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The tattoo on his back began to tingle at first, and then burn like it was being branded into his skin. It had happened five years ago, he had been abducted by still unknown assailants. They had used his blood mixed with that of something not of this world. Still he could not bring himself to think of that horrific visage that had stood before him. They had branded the tattoo into his back while taking their pleasure from his screaming writhing body. They had been both male and female, or so he believed, still he was not sure.
The ordeal had lasted weeks, until finally they unbound him and let him walk naked into the daylight. Across the world thousands of other abducted people were also being released. It was there time to be sent back into the world. They needed only 666 to survive and perform the sacrificial ritual. The disciples’ time on this world had come to an end. Forced back through the portals they had created. Their chosen ones would bring about their next and for them, hopefully permanent return. And the return of their demonic master to walk the earth freely and shape it at his pleasure.
Matt screamed as the pain became so intense he thought he would pass out. “Remember Matt, we control you now. Only by carrying out our will can you avoid the fate of the cattle of humankind. Now go forth and begin the ritual slaughter.”
Matt had no family to speak of, a sister who mostly avoided him these days. He’d pay her and her family a visit soon he thought, one they would likely remember to their dying breath. But no one else he acknowledged any longer. So his ritual would be random, he would find a suitable target and bring them the peace that Hell could offer them. He grinned at the prospect, counting out the boxes of shells. Fifty boxes should be enough he thought. He’d been collecting them gradually over the past five years, knowing he would soon have to do the bidding of his masters.
He pulled out a large backpack from the wardrobe and placed the boxes inside, along with the meat cleaver. Then he took out a long black leather coat that almost reached to the floor. Underneath he placed the shotgun inside a modified holder he had sown into the coat. Then he walked over to the set of drawers and pulled out two, nine mm handguns. He placed one in each coat pocket and posed in front of the mirror. He turned slowly looking across the room at the three bound and chained figures. He reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out a baseball bat covered in what looked like ritualistic written in the blood of those it had been used on.
He weighed the bat in one hand, and slid his other hand down the length of it, seeming to gesture in an obscene fashion to his three terrified captives. He moved slowly towards them, his smile widening with each step closer to his victims. He seemed to move away for a moment much to their relief, only for their relief to turn to despair as they saw him set up a series of video recording equipment and cameras around the room.
Most of the cameras seemed to be focussed at various angles on the shabby double bed that appeared to be very heavily bloodstained. They could only guess that this wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing and they were to be filmed in some manner. The three were held firmly in place by chains pulling their arms above their heads, the chains being held by sturdy metal rings sunk into the heavy wooden beams of what appeared to be an abandoned and remote factory building.
Matt approached to within several feet of the three hostages, slowly walking around as he sized them up. He stopped in front of the male, and without warning ripped the tape gag from his mouth. Roberto breathed heavily, drawing in a lungful of the fetid and foul smelling air. He was about to speak as Matt walked away, shedding his leather coat and revealing again his heavily tattooed and muscled form.
Now he was closer the mutilation was more obvious for them to see. The symbols carved into his flesh painted a grim picture of the pain he must have suffered. All three were more concerned with their own pain and what this vile giant of a man might be preparing to do to them.
Matt walked back quickly this time, the menace in his eyes gave away his rising need to inflict pain. Roberto opened his mouth to speak, only to receive a heavy blow to his kneecaps. It was not enough to shatter bones, but enough to make his knees buckle beneath him. Roberto fought to remain upright, the pressure building on his bound wrists as he fought desperately against the pain. Matt savoured the cries and pleadings of his victim. He looked to his other prisoners, the gags were removed one by one, both of the girls immediately screamed in protest at their brutal captor.
He turned away again, this time walking to a large and filthy floor mat that he pulled back to reveal some kind of trapdoor that presumably led beneath the factory. He disappeared from view. ‘Moments later he reappeared dragging a large dark skinned male by a heavy chain and collar. The man seemed crazy. His eyes were glazed, he paid little attention to those present as he looked wildly around the room. His massive bulk was only held in place by the seemingly impossibly inhuman strength Matt now possessed.
Matt walked the man over to the bed and ordered him to sit while he fastened the chain and collar to a ring above the bed. Any attempts to try and move further than the bed would have likely resulted in breaking his neck. Again Matt disappeared below. Seconds later the three were all shocked to see the sight before them. The young woman was the daughter of James and Helena Brogan. James Brogan was campaigning for the position of state governor and a highly influential man. For all his contacts and power he had been unable to find his daughter and the others who had gone missing. His daughter being the first of those to be kidnapped two months earlier.
The terrified young woman looked gaunt and near madness. She screamed at Matt as he dragged her by her hair to the side of the bed, chaining her in place to a heavy wooden chair. She appeared to know the man on the bed. At least she seemed to be screaming incoherently at him.
Roberto looked around the room in desperation trying to find a way out. His fears were only heightened as Matt walked back over to him. The thick black leather collar in his hand was placed around Roberto’s neck. Matt pulled heavily on the chain to emphasize his strength and to keep his prey obedient. Unfastening the other chains he led Roberto to the bed and like the other male he fastened the chained collar to a metal ring above the bed. Roberto sat facing the other man, wondering what was expected of him and fearing the madness in the eyes of the man.
Roberto soon realised the young woman was their only as a spectator and now he realised who the man was, her fiancé. Matt stood behind the woman his hand held her filthy long blonde hair tight. He produced a combat knife and slowly moved it in front of her throat. Matt remained silent as he toyed with the blade, drawing a thin line of blood with the blade. It wasn’t a deep cut, but the man seemed to be spurred into action as he saw the blade cut into his fiancé’s neck.
Roberto soon found himself grappling with the man, and almost as quickly realised he was heavily outmatched in both strength and size. He soon found himself flipped onto his stomach, the bastard behind him seeming to position himself and looking to their captor for approval. Roberto screamed obscenities as he realised what was about to happen. His girlfriend and sister looked on in complete horror and could only wonder what their own fate might be at the hands of this sick psychopath.
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