One More Red Nightmare

November 26, 2012

The first episode of this serial adventure was posted 9/17/12

 

Jack had helped himself to a stray machete before they had left the house in the swamp and he let this led the way out of the trashed car. The teens tried to hold it together, but weren’t doing so well. Blake still screamed like the Banshees from Hell were sawing off his nuts. Rich almost sounded worse and the fool began to sprint away from them as soon as he made clear of the door.

 

Bladed Jack

Bladed Jack

“Damn it!” Jack cursed. “Alex, try to stop that idiot. Eric, get Blake out of the car and try to stay behind me.”

Scanning the area, Jack looked for any sign of his enemy while at least half the teens struggled to do as he asked. “Should have brought more weapons. Damn,” he said to himself. There was still no sign of the Templars when Eric joined him as the edge of an alley that stretched between to businesses that had closed for the night.

“We won’t be able to hide with Blake screaming like this,” Eric gasped as he hauled his friend’s thrashing body along.

“I’m not looking to hide.” Jack said, as he switched the longer blade to his left hand and drew a throwing knife with his right.

In the distance, he heard Rich’s screaming. It was the horrid tortured scream of a man hit by one of the Templars’ Agony Bestows. But this one was soon cut short. “Did I say damn enough already?” Jack spit through clenched teeth, but then his attention switched to the sounds of footsteps racing toward his back.

Without conscious thought, his body turned and his throwing knife sped toward the sprinting target. It turned out that the man was only eight feet short of Jack and the knife struck him in the throat. The Xemmoni tried to cast a Bestow at Jack, but with a pierced thorax, he couldn’t find his voice. It was the last thing the Templar ever tried, for Jack hacked through half of his neck with the machete and the villain collapsed with a wet moan.

“Holy hell,” Eric whispered from behind him.

Blake was still screaming, so Jack said, “Come on, there are at least two more of these pukes out there. He went to help Eric drag Blake further down the alley while saying, “I hope your friend Alex makes it back here. If we don’t see him in about thirty seconds it will mean he’s gone and we’ll—ahhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggg!”

 

Agony Town

Agony Town

Jack’s world turned red as the most powerful Agony Bestow he had ever felt crashed into him. He fell to his knees. Jack put everything he could into his battle against the pain, but it proved too much and he did a face plant onto the cold pavement.

He heard more screaming out there, but then couldn’t be sure if it might be just his own. He screamed until his throat burned and he thought he voice would die, but then more screaming came. Veins were split before being tied into knots. His heart felt like it spun through his rib cage destroying all his organs one by one. It’s not real…it’s just a spell, I should be able AHHHHHHHH!

 

Torn Apart Heart

Torn Apart Heart

He thought he heard a choking sound behind him, but couldn’t be sure of anything past the pain and the sounds of his own torment. He was helpless and the teens were paying the price. The last thought he had was how selfish it had been for him to get them involved before he lost consciousness. Yet even as his consciousness failed him, he looked up to try to see who had cast this powerful Bestow upon him. He thought he saw a Woman’s Face

He thought he saw a Woman's Face

He thought he saw a Woman’s Face

 

To be continued next Monday…

 

Find out how Jack’s Adventures Started… Here!

Blood in the Darkness

November 19, 2012

The First Episode of this Series was posted 9/17/12

Despite his need to discover what had happened to his mother, track down the Templar that had escaped, and a few other dozen things, Jack allowed himself the day off to recover not only his physical strength, but his mystical as well.

 

Unwashed Jack

Unwashed Jack

Alex came and went during the day, often on quests to find him food. Another friend of Alex’s showed up. This guy, Eric, appeared even younger than the other teens. Blake and Rich arrived not too long before nightfall and Jack wanted to laugh when they nervously hit him up for a beer run.

 

New Stalwarts

New Stalwarts

Shaking his head, he said, “I’m still feeling a little stiff guys, you know I was shot three times yesterday, but I remember how tough it is to get beer when you’re underage. Still, I’m not going to buy any of those crappy beers I see hanging on the wall out there.” They started to protest that they didn’t have much money, but he held up his hands, “Don’t worry guys, this one on me, as long as I can get a ride.”

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After Jack had bought enough pale ales and pizzas to have the teen’s eyes bulging out of their heads, he asked Blake, “So how far is it to the north side?”

Alex spoke up before his friend could answer. “I thought you said you were going to rest for another night because you were shot?”

“Thanks for looking out for me, but since we have the wheels, maybe a scout mission would help me know what I’m facing. Besides, I heal fast.”

Blake looked over at Alex for approval and the tallest teen nodded. Minutes later, the crammed car headed north. Some of the teens opened their beers and the first box of pizza got handed around.

“So what address are we looking for?” Blake said, while he got a GPS ready. Jack fed it to the mop headed man as he took in the surrounding streets. The lights had a muted feel, like their illuminations were challenged. Between the streetlights, wells of pour darkness threatened to swallow them. Such blackness made Jack think of the Darcarre, which he had fought so often recently, but somehow this darkness felt different and the Templars had mentioned something about a new race of Xemmoni and the Darcarre were anything but new.

 

Darkened Streets

Darkened Streets

I can’t really put my finger on what’s out there. It does feel different, but what does it feel like? What could be going on out there in the blackness?

Looking up, Jack saw several sets of towers reaching for the sky in the distance. They almost seemed to move at first, but then the Stalwart saw that they weren’t moving as much as there was something clinging to the outside of them that moved. His eyes tried to pierce the gloom. It looked like wispy flags of jagged blackness undulated in the breeze.

“We’re getting close,” Blake announced, just seconds before he began to scream like his guts where being torn out. Jack was the only other passenger up front and made a grab for the wheel. An angry ruby colored Bestow crashed into him, but for once, his own mystical fortitude was strong enough to deflect it, but he was still able to tell what is was.

“Damn Templars, how did they find us?” Jack yelled over the screaming voice of the teen. Just as Jack had gained control of the vehicle one of its tires exploded and that was enough to send its front end straight into a parked vehicle. A second later, a second tire was blown.

“Shit stick sandwich,” Jack Cursed. “I hope you boys are ready to gear up, because I think we’re about to have a serious fight on our hands!”

 

 

To be continued next Monday…

 

Find out how Jack’s Adventures Started… Here!

The House in the Swamp

November 5, 2012

The first episode of this serial adventure was posted 9/17/12

 

The house that the four teens had built within the woods to west of the city impressed Jack. The place had three rooms of a sort and was mostly constructed from vertical logs that formed a palisade. These, along with the plywood roofs, were covered in long strips of plastic.

 

Swamp House

Swamp House

He had wanted to laugh as the youths got the fire in the oil drum, wood stove going. Bongs and roach clips were hidden in buckets, but he spotted them easily. The outside of one wall had easily hundreds of beer cans hanging by strings. It could have been a creepy Xemmoni lair, but Jack didn’t need his Detect Darken ability to determine that these kids were on his side of the war.

The place grew warmer than he would have guessed and soon his only problem was the three bullet holes he had in him. His protection from Yig had kept him alive, but that didn’t keep the wounds from being painful as hell. As the teens hurried to gather any stray blankets they could, Jack bound his wounds to the best his skills would allow. Soon the heat washed over him and he stopped shivering. Despite his pain, a few hours after midnight, sleep claimed him at last.

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Swamp Lands

Swamp Lands

Upon awaking the next morning, he found all the young men had departed except for Alex. The tallest teen must have gone back to his house and returned for he had brought a goodly amount of food, and from the looks of things, extra weapons. Looking around without letting the youth know he had awakened, Jack was surprised to see as many weapons as he did. Home made spears numbered in the dozens. Everything from bows to giant spike studded maces lined the walls.

Again, this made him weary, but before he set himself to do a thing, he let the power of his Ki heal his wounds. A pleasant warmth filled him as his body knit together. He wanted to keep going, but decided that he should keep some of his mystical strength in reserve. Who knew what the day would bring? This left him still quite damaged, but at least he would be able to move and the worry about him bleeding to death had passed.

He would have liked to use his Detect Darkened on all the lads at once, but settled on sending it out to gauge Alex while the man fed more wood into the fire. Jack almost fell off the cot when he discovered a thin hint of Yig lurking within the boy. It was weak, but quite evident through the use of his spell.

Most likely he has set down the path of Yig without being aware of such,” Jack Mused. All he needs is a formal awakening. Jack wondered if he should help the lad become a Stalwart, but thought twice. Doing so could curse the poor guy and I don’t know if I have the right to lead any one else down the hellish road I’m forced to tread.

 

Swamp of Yig

Swamp of Yig

“Thanks for bringing me some food, kid.”

Alex jumped at the sound of his voice. “Yeah, ah, it’s the least I can do.” He tried to push his long hair behind his ear, but it just fell forward again.

 

Jack chuckled. “You don’t owe me. If anything it’s the other way around.” Then Jack remembered something. “Hey how was it you said you knew I was in trouble anyway?”

The youth’s cheeks tinged with red and he failed to meet Jack’s gaze. “I had a dream, a vision. I know this might sound weird, but I ah… dabble in the supernatural a little. I was performing a ritual and saw a scene within the smoke of some substances I was burning. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I saw a street sign and you running toward it. In the vision, a newpaper blew by and the date appeared very distinctly. That was eight days ago. It was hard as hell to get my friends to throw down, but I needed them, because I don’t drive, but in the end they did as I asked.”

“Well you probably saved my life.” Jack regarded the tall teen silently. Yig moves in mysterious ways, but even that old slumbering serpent must have reasons for keeping me alive.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why are you here?”

“My mother’s lives in Saint Paul and is in some sort of trouble and lately anything I get involved with tends to turn into a shitstorm real quick.”

 

“I think I’m supposed to help you.”

“You might be right about that, but most likely it will become too dangerous for me to let you get involved.” Jack said, while reaching for a sandwich.

“Too bad, I’m helping anyway. I think that’s what Yig would want.”

 

Jack sighed as he regarded Alex’s serious expression. “I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.”

 

To be continued next Monday…

  

Find out how Jack’s Adventures Started… Here!