CreatureWrestling: The Official Darkside E-Fed Est. 1999

Posted at 12:21 am on Jul 29, 2007 by: ????? ?????

Finding A Home.

Slowly, and quietly, a shadow crept along the stone floors. The shadows shape twisted and morphed along the old style construction; the stones and masonry decaying from the centuries it had been standing there. A light that was in the distance slowly continues it’s decent behind the high mountain range, encasing the building in complete darkness, little by little. The shadow is aware of this, and is using it to its advantage, as it creeps through the structure, following the winding corridors through the large halls and enormous archways. Candle light burns in the next room, but only a single candle, and the light is far too little to give away the shadows identity as it creeps towards the flickering fire. A man sits in a high back red chair, sipping a champagne glass, as he reads a book in the small study. Smoking a cigar, he lets out a few puffs of smoke every few minutes.

The man suspects nothing behind the thick rimmed glasses. His eyes simply scan dully back and forth across the pages of the dusty old book. It looked to be a novel of some sort, written a long time ago. It was quite possible the book had been written at the time of construction of this magnificent sanctuary. In any case, while the red robed man sat there in his black pants, reading away, he never once took notice of the looming shadow in the room. The shadow just continued along the delicate red carpet of the library, or study; never once letting the light catch it and reveal the figure behind it. It was all too easy to do, and once the shadow was close enough, it brushed the man, breaking into the light for all of a few seconds. The man lowered the book and jumped, startled by the feeling.

He immediately looked around, ripping the glasses from his eyes as he did so, his heart beating quickly, and his hands slightly shaking. The shadow was gone however, and once the man calmed himself, and the goose bumps that had formed had gone away, he lie back against the chair again, and put his glasses back on to resume his reading, taking another scan of the room to be sure no one was hiding. However, there was someone hiding, and as the man continued the read, the shadow crept up again, this time walking by quickly enough to create a breeze. The man dropped his book in shock and stood, knocking his own glasses off as he spun about, surveying the area. The cigar drops and rolls away across the stone. He breathed heavily, and called out into the darkness.

Who…who’s there?!

It does not concern you.

Who are you?!

My name has no meaning.

Show yourself you coward!

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The man hadn’t a clue where to look, or begin looking, nor did he know what to expect. The man kept one hand behind his back, and the other in front of him, trying to defend himself, while standing in the light, and staring through the black. The void, the inability to tell what was around him, and what could be trying to kill him was what scared him, and the shadow devoured that fear, savoring every moment. Finally, the shadow spoke back to the terrified man.

Coward, you say? I’m not the one holding a gun.

The mans hand behind his back dropped loose by his side, and his eyes looked at the gun in his hand in shock. How had he seen it?! The man whipped around, aiming the gun into the darkness to fire, but suddenly a blue/purple light enveloped the gun, and it dissipated! The man fell backwards, tripping over an end table and falling to the ground. The candle flew through the air and dropped onto the stone, landing right on the wick and snapping it off. The melted wax put the flame out, and there was nothing but darkness in the room.

Oh god….oh god, oh god, oh god.

God won’t save you.

Tears began running down the man’s face, as he began muttering something, something the shadow found familiar. It was a prayer. The man was speaking Latin. Being in England already, the man’s accent was quite humorous while he cried the Latin prayer. Nameless, alone, scared, and hoping that God would send a miracle at this point, he crawled backwards, trying to escape, still crying out the prayer as he desperately tried to escape. Two white eyes pierced the darkness, and fell upon the scared creature. The fear became so much greater with just that one look.

My name is Serin Death. I like this castle, and I'm going to take it for myself now...

Oh my god……..et interdicti in quantum possum et tu indiges. Deinde, ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis….

….in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Grinning, the shadow stepped out, as the terrified man pulled out his lighter, and saw the shadow suddenly become a man. The red hair over his face was parted away so his left eye was laid upon him. A smug grin was all over his face, as he raised his hands and held them out at his soon to be victim.

Seht esbmuceuh.

[Fade]