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Chapter 1 - Claws with Coffee, Sir?

Aryn

"Coffee for you sir?"

Majestic was her cause. She held a banner of beauty, clad in an armour of delicacy. Cherry red lipstick, ready to steal the the hearts of any gentleman. Icy blue eyes to freeze the soul of her enemies and her lovers.

"Oh yes, black please. Thank you," Aryn gave the biggest, silliest grin. A guilty child trying to please his father after conducting a series of mischief.

"Thank you," off the waitress went, but not before giving Aryn a wink.

The fluorescent lights blitzed and blinked. The air was cold, almost lifeless, almost soul-sucking. Aryn ruffled his newspaper, hiding himself from view. But he was not reading.

"Here's your coffee," she went as quickly as she came.

The smell of freshly-grounded coffee beans tempered with his nose. Warmth caressed his chin before dissipating into the air.

The lights were still. So was the coffee. Its smell no longer lingered, nor the warmth. It had grown colder. A frost crawled up his fingers.

No sound of the cash machine pinging. No ting ting of the doorbell. The smell of spices and fatty food were absent. No sizzle of fries or the sound of spatula grating against the pan. The kitchen was abnormally quiet. Where was the waitress? In fact, where was everybody? The diner was empty except for me and another man by the corner wearing a bowler hat with a trench coat.

Whispers. Whispers.

A frost climbed the window panes, blurring out reflections.

The lights went off.

A woman shrieked.

The lights went on.

The man was standing on the table before Aryn. He stared with black eyes. Skin pale as corpse, a drool dribbled from his chin. His razor teeth clenched like a prey ready for the kill. He growled.
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14-Dec-2014 04:20:59

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In a motion quick as lightning, he swatted the newspaper aside. Aryn jumped out of his seat and dashed out of the diner. The beast followed in pursuit, hot on his tail. It climbed on the walls and ceiling on all fours like a ravenous spider after a new prey caught in its spiderweb.

The alleyway was dark and desolate. The beast burst through the diner windows and proceeded to chase on the walls. The alley winded in different directions. Much different from the last time Aryn could remember. He followed the sounds of the city, the hustle and bustle of traffic.

"This way," he thought.

Dead end.

"No! How could this be a dead end? I was so sure-"

A sharp pain erupted in his stomach, claws dug deep. In a single swoop, Aryn was flung aside like a washed-out doll and crashed into the brick wall. He staggered trying to get up, the pain spreading throughout his abdomen, knees too weak to carry him up.

The beast approached, face hidden in shadows, its growling deepened. More savage than a starved dog. Utterly inhumane, beyond beastly, every bit monstrous, echoing a speech of malign.

It drove its claws into Aryn's thighs, an immeasurable pain followed through. Aryn wailed and whimpered like an abandoned puppy. The beast brought its face closer to Aryn's, breath more vile than dumpster slumps of the alley, putrefying the air around it.

Then, he was still. No more growls, just Aryn's whimpering. The beast dislodged his claws from Aryn's thighs and collapsed to its side, completely immobile. A spear had been impaled through its chest.
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14-Dec-2014 08:19:33

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Before Aryn, stood a heroic stranger. But the alley was too dark to capture any distinct features, only the silhouette gave way to the presence. The wind blew, carrying the scent of Victoria Secret's.

"A woman?" Aryn wondered.

Aryn's new saviour withdrew her spear, blood spurting from the beast like a fountain.

"Let's go," her voice commanding yet captivating. It had the power to sink a ship and perhaps, sink the hearts of men.

She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, supporting his weight. Aryn's vision was fading, he felt nauseated and breathless. His hands were clammy, skin losing colour and his body was cold. He could barely walk with the amount of injuries he had sustained.

"Thank you," Aryn whispered pathetically.

"You can thank me later."

The pair had emerged out of the alley and into the empty streets. It was late at night and there were not many people around. Most shops were shut except for the casual 24/7 convenience store. The streets were littered with cigarette buds, empty vodka bottles, vomit and fliers.

Aryn's had no strength left to support himself, his wounds were too grievous.

"Hey, stay with me!"

"Yes, I would like to stay with you please," Aryn thought.

For what happened next, Aryn could not remember. His vision had faded, along with his senses and mind. He had lost feeling and control of his body. All he could remember, was the scent of Victoria Secret's.
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14-Dec-2014 08:27:32 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2014 02:38:53 by Chief Elf

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Quite the start you've got! I'll be reading when you post more!

17-Dec-2014 06:26:52

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The Level said :
Quite the start you've got! I'll be reading when you post more!

Thank you very much, darl! I really do appreciate your post because my thread has been silent on most days. This world I had created was in my mind for a very long time, I thought I needed to put it down to paper. In the mean time, please enjoy!

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20-Dec-2014 02:50:22

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Chapter 2 - Not Victoria Secret's

Gears grinding against gears, smell of coal and rusty metal coated the air. The chug of train wheels and the whistling of the steam engine. The warmth of the train battling against the cold of winter.

Aryn awoke to a stinging pain in his abdomen. He grabbed his shirt to observe the mess, a bandage had been wrapped over it. The blood had stained the bandages black. The damage was large and appeared critical.

Headaches came and went, but his head did not spin. Aryn was drenched in sweat. Though he felt better than before, it didn't feel like he had completely recovered.

"Where am I?" he wondered, peering through the windows. All he could see were the blurred images of evergreen trees whizzing past.

Clearly he was going somewhere. He couldn't recall ever taking the train.

"Oh good, you're awake."

Victoria Secret's.

If she had wings, it would be black. Grandeur, conquering and mysterious. It was as though you were flirting with the shadows but didn't mind it.

She sat facing Aryn, her hair dark, curling and uncurling like black smoke.

"Well, how do you feel?" her voice was not like an adult woman, it was not as sultry as many women Aryn had met.

It was sweet, but not innocent. It was uncommon, but it could not melt hearts. It was though a poison sat behind the sweetness, but a good poison, something a man would be willing to take. It was the poison that would grant immunity to the world's pain. A snake's venom, to save you from all the other venoms in the world. A bitter medicine.

"I err-" Aryn stammered, lost in her eyes.

Her eyes were dark like the colour of her hair. In the sunlight they were marbles capturing the universe. In the darkness they were its companions. They were flirtatious by nature, like a black butterfly. But also lethal as well. This was a woman not to be tempered with. Though all men could care less for their lives, if they could temper just a little.
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20-Dec-2014 03:31:21 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2014 03:41:29 by Chief Elf

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"The bleeding won't stop," Aryn said nervously.

"It's fine. We're getting you treated at a hospital, if you could call it that."

"What do you mean?"

A little boy dressed in a FOX hoodie and kids jean approached.

"I'm done with the brew," the child announced gleefully.

"Good job Bontee. Do you remember how to administer it?"

Bontee gave a slight nod and rushed to Aryn. He lifted Aryn's shirt to reveal the bandaged stomach.

"He's my little brother and he's going to help you."

"I smell Ifreet," Bontee said as he inspected the stomach.

Bontee carefully unwrapped the banadages to reveal three deep black holes.The flesh had begun to rot around it, creating a crater-like image. Layers of black flesh covered the circumference of the wound.

Bontee lifted a vial of clear liquid and hung it over Aryn's stomach. Drop by drop, the liquid fell onto the stomach, clearing away the rot. As it touched the skin, there was a sizzling sound and smoke evaporated into the air. As the damaged flesh cleared, new flesh replaced it and there were not a single sign of injury, not even the tiniest scratch.

"It looks like it's fixed, but it's not. I can still smell the Ifreet poison," the boy educated Aryn as though the latter was the child.

"Once we get to Nighting Wing, we'll be able to get rid of the poison inside," the lady reassured.

"I'm so confused."

"You were attacked by an Ifreet. It's injuries doesn't just do a number on your body, but on your soul as well. We don't have the proper medicine to purge all the poison out."

"I knew I should've just gotten Starbucks."

"The Ifreet was going to attack you anyway. it was looking for you and I'm curious to know why. Lucky you though, I saved you. Besides, Starbucks wasn't even open."

That left an uneasy feeling in Aryn's stomach and that was not just the poison.

Why was it looking for me?
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20-Dec-2014 03:40:17

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"Oh how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself! My name's Ella and this is my little brother, Bontee."

So she wasn't a Victoria. But what secrets did she have, Aryn wondered.

*---------------------------------------------------*

Medicine, plague, anaesthetic and sanitizer. The classic smells of a hospital. It was plastic and sickeningly clean. Yet this hospital was different. In fact, ever since Aryn had stepped out of that train, he knew everything was going to be different.

The pastel-green curtains that covered each patient were withdrawn and entered a nurse. She brought a tray of tinkling vials, each their own colour, their own secret. She reached out a clear vial, similar to the one Bontee had. The nurse uncorked the vial and hissing sound emerged, more violent than Boneet's vial.

The nurse began to pour the contents onto Aryn's forehead. His head veins popped out, pale skin turned slightly yellow, eyes crimson. His body writhed in agony but the pain was not from the medicine. It was from whatever was inside him.

Aryn moaned and wailed, his body burst into random fits. The liquid had unnaturally absorbed itself into his body, coursing its way through the bloodstream. his body continued to twist and thrust, his screams very unlike himself, rather inhumane.

"An Ifreet is a class of the Outcast. If you are poisoned, it's not only your blood that's tanted. It's evil still lives in you and there can be no greater pain than the purging of evil from one's soul," the nurse spoke, both her hands on Aryn's chest.

She began to chant something unintelligible. Froth began forming in Aryn's mouth. The nurse ended her chant with a sharp smack on his stomach. Aryn gave out a final scream, black smoke billowed from his mouth, before Aryn collapsed.
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*_________________________________________*

Growls. It was one he had never heard before. The growls, ferocity and pride of a thousand lions. His skin begun to melt in its presence. Stripping away all the facade.

It chuffed, releasing a cloud of grey smoke.

"Rise," it commanded, its voice monstrous but civilised. It was a regal beast, an ancient being. There was no disobeying.

"Claim your sword," it's voice echoed into the darkness.

Growl.

"Sword? I can't even see anything," Aryn thought.

"You humans and your seeing," the beast snarled.

Crimson-red jewels pierced the darkness. Though the darkness had not cleared, it was though a candle was raised to let Aryn marvel at the majesty of the jewels. But they were not jewels.

It was flesh. Eyes. They were as large as a human child. What magnificent and horrific creature could this be? It's pupils were strewed with streams of gold and crimson. There was no whiteness to his eyes, replaced by a black than the darkness around him.

The crimson eyes stared at him, before disappearing into the darkness with a final growl.

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A commotion had woken him up. A heated argument in the wards.

There she was, the songbird of the night, the black butterfly. She was playing host to a company of old men. They wore odd robes like a bishop but no symbols only bejewelled ornaments.

Ella raised her hands infront of them as if to defend herself. She was heavily confronted and Aryn knew that she was powerless against them. The old men carried an air of dignity, prestige and mercilessness. One by one, the men left Ella until one remained.

He was perhaps the least hostile with Ella. A hunched back who faced the ground because his eyesight was too poor to face anywhere else. He pointed a trembling finger near his face, before leaving her.
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20-Dec-2014 04:10:30 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2014 04:16:35 by Chief Elf

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Ella turned, her eyes widened as she saw Aryn conscious.

"I don't really know whether this is good news or not but I don't think you'll be going home," she sighed.

"The good news is that you'll be protected from whatever atrocities that lay beyond this wall."

"This wall?"

"Well it's not literally a wall. There is a spiritual barrier that protects the parties inside. It's ancient."

"Inside?" So many questions.

"The Circle. This is where you'll be living from now on until you've received the necessary amount of training or until the Elders or the Board deems you're ready. Don't worry, I've arranged all your documentations, accommodations, lessons etc. Until then, welcome to the Circle."

Just like that, his life had changed.
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