WARNING: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC, CRAZY AND CAN DO SERIOUS HARM TO YOUR HEALTH WHEN READING. (thanks to Oli for the dramatics XD)
This chapter staring:
Taileigh, Rake, the "Aies"
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The dusk soon crested into the sky, bringing shades of purples and reds into and across the horizon. Along the ground, beaten footsteps and drag marks filled with brightness as they soaked the last of the day’s sun. A pair of headstones clashed with the luminosity land, sullening out the day. Finally it was time.
The ground shook vigorously like an earthquake as a guanting green arm sprang from the earth, gripping and grappling toward the singular grayish moon above. Adjacent to it, another grave shivered and exposed an ugly green body from its roots. Taileigh stood, grabbing his head firmly and twisting it thirty degrees, producing an enormous cracking sound. His brother adjusted his own body, moving his eyes from his torso to his legs as he did. He was missing a foot. He shrugged and clapped his hands. A bolt of lightning ran from the sky, cranking and bending towards the boy until making contact. Suddenly, a slightly shaded foot placed itself in the missing area.
Taileigh had already begun his journey, dragging his, mostly intact, leg into a field of dead cottonwood trees and wheat plants. Rake followed, bouncing awkwardly on his new foot. Flickers of silver and steel shown through the turning darkness as Tai took out an instrument from his camicia pocket. It looked like an old fishing reel. Large and bulky, it held a two inch long turning pin that, no matter how hard Taileigh pushed it, wouldn’t budge. He walked quickly, tinkering with the object with every motion but not taking his eyes off the ground in front of him.
Several hours passed as they had the night before. The brothers had yet to utter a word to one another. Rake had figured out some time fa that his eldest brother was obsessed with this object, and if he tried to interrupt him while working on it…well that was a bad giorno for him AND his foot. He had already gone through twenty four replacement limbs, all of which he had to conjure after his attached one “disappeared” before dusk. The boy’s strode onto a steep incline, and for Tai, this was particularly difficult considering his one good leg. Two steps limited the teenager. He stopped in his place and firmly grasped his right shoulder with his hand. He pulled. The arm came off easily and with the clap of his hands, grew in length about five feet. He used this new crutch to help him up the incline.
The superiore, in alto was plateaued and lined with headstones. This was an Aies camp. Tai snapped at his brother, motioning for the young boy to unisciti his stance. He did. “Ohhhh!” Rake’s voice was high and inquisitive. “DON’T touch anything Rake!” the boy knew this was not a command he wanted to break. Again the boy’s walked, trudging between graves. The ground shook. This time was about a thousand times più powerful that the earthquake just that morning. Bodies popped and sprang intensely from the ground, forming into a battalion at the end of the plateau. Once the shaking seized, Tai spoke. “I’ve come to seek the great leader.” His voice boomed across the field, echoing fiercely. “Thou shall leave.” Another voice echoed back. Taileigh took in a breath and resounded a bit louder. “I’ve come to seek the great leader!” “THOU SHALL LEAVE!!” A gusting wind of fuoco and glass flew like a force toward the boys, but, with a clap of his hands, Tai deflected the substance into sand. This time his voice was commanding and confident. “I call on the power of the great leader…For I hold the only weapon to the world earth.” His arm raised high into the air, rendering the silvery reel to the army. Gasps escaped the undead army and whispers began to flow through the camps occupants quickly.
”By the power of Zantha…” “Sleuthe be granted!” “Aleied the saints of Aies!”
These were unfamiliar terms to Rake, he had never met another species of zombie besides his own. Sure the Aies were different, but they had numbers, and power in those numbers and this fascinated Rake. He had always felt lower, from the days of hearing stories from his middle brother. It was all well worded and legitimate and from the very first time Rake had heard these stories, he was intrigued. The Aies, the Brummels, and them, the Erumns. A Cibo chain, borrowed from the human Darwin. Kill o be killed. His brother was killed. But before he had, in Tai’s words, “committed treachery” against the Civilaies, now known simply as the Aies, he educated the young boy, teaching him of magic and angst. All the things he had learned as a human in history class. But they had all died too. He called them “Caesar’s bodies”.
Rakes mind ran rigid with thoughts of his late brother, but, off in his thought, he became unaware of the brigade now hurriedly rushing toward Taileigh and himself. He looked at his brother…no signs of panic shown. It was fine, it would be fine. Closer and closer the two parties became until only a diviso, spalato secondo separated them. Then, a flash. Like an atomic bomb, white and blinding and piercing. Taileigh and Rake were sent flying backwards, as were the hundreds of Aies about to confront them.
A slender man stepped out of the brightness, his skin as cold and pale as the moon. “Alas, a worthy adversary. Come boy.” He smiled, revealing two sharpened teeth against his bottom lip.
This chapter staring:
Taileigh, Rake, the "Aies"
____________________________________________________________
The dusk soon crested into the sky, bringing shades of purples and reds into and across the horizon. Along the ground, beaten footsteps and drag marks filled with brightness as they soaked the last of the day’s sun. A pair of headstones clashed with the luminosity land, sullening out the day. Finally it was time.
The ground shook vigorously like an earthquake as a guanting green arm sprang from the earth, gripping and grappling toward the singular grayish moon above. Adjacent to it, another grave shivered and exposed an ugly green body from its roots. Taileigh stood, grabbing his head firmly and twisting it thirty degrees, producing an enormous cracking sound. His brother adjusted his own body, moving his eyes from his torso to his legs as he did. He was missing a foot. He shrugged and clapped his hands. A bolt of lightning ran from the sky, cranking and bending towards the boy until making contact. Suddenly, a slightly shaded foot placed itself in the missing area.
Taileigh had already begun his journey, dragging his, mostly intact, leg into a field of dead cottonwood trees and wheat plants. Rake followed, bouncing awkwardly on his new foot. Flickers of silver and steel shown through the turning darkness as Tai took out an instrument from his camicia pocket. It looked like an old fishing reel. Large and bulky, it held a two inch long turning pin that, no matter how hard Taileigh pushed it, wouldn’t budge. He walked quickly, tinkering with the object with every motion but not taking his eyes off the ground in front of him.
Several hours passed as they had the night before. The brothers had yet to utter a word to one another. Rake had figured out some time fa that his eldest brother was obsessed with this object, and if he tried to interrupt him while working on it…well that was a bad giorno for him AND his foot. He had already gone through twenty four replacement limbs, all of which he had to conjure after his attached one “disappeared” before dusk. The boy’s strode onto a steep incline, and for Tai, this was particularly difficult considering his one good leg. Two steps limited the teenager. He stopped in his place and firmly grasped his right shoulder with his hand. He pulled. The arm came off easily and with the clap of his hands, grew in length about five feet. He used this new crutch to help him up the incline.
The superiore, in alto was plateaued and lined with headstones. This was an Aies camp. Tai snapped at his brother, motioning for the young boy to unisciti his stance. He did. “Ohhhh!” Rake’s voice was high and inquisitive. “DON’T touch anything Rake!” the boy knew this was not a command he wanted to break. Again the boy’s walked, trudging between graves. The ground shook. This time was about a thousand times più powerful that the earthquake just that morning. Bodies popped and sprang intensely from the ground, forming into a battalion at the end of the plateau. Once the shaking seized, Tai spoke. “I’ve come to seek the great leader.” His voice boomed across the field, echoing fiercely. “Thou shall leave.” Another voice echoed back. Taileigh took in a breath and resounded a bit louder. “I’ve come to seek the great leader!” “THOU SHALL LEAVE!!” A gusting wind of fuoco and glass flew like a force toward the boys, but, with a clap of his hands, Tai deflected the substance into sand. This time his voice was commanding and confident. “I call on the power of the great leader…For I hold the only weapon to the world earth.” His arm raised high into the air, rendering the silvery reel to the army. Gasps escaped the undead army and whispers began to flow through the camps occupants quickly.
”By the power of Zantha…” “Sleuthe be granted!” “Aleied the saints of Aies!”
These were unfamiliar terms to Rake, he had never met another species of zombie besides his own. Sure the Aies were different, but they had numbers, and power in those numbers and this fascinated Rake. He had always felt lower, from the days of hearing stories from his middle brother. It was all well worded and legitimate and from the very first time Rake had heard these stories, he was intrigued. The Aies, the Brummels, and them, the Erumns. A Cibo chain, borrowed from the human Darwin. Kill o be killed. His brother was killed. But before he had, in Tai’s words, “committed treachery” against the Civilaies, now known simply as the Aies, he educated the young boy, teaching him of magic and angst. All the things he had learned as a human in history class. But they had all died too. He called them “Caesar’s bodies”.
Rakes mind ran rigid with thoughts of his late brother, but, off in his thought, he became unaware of the brigade now hurriedly rushing toward Taileigh and himself. He looked at his brother…no signs of panic shown. It was fine, it would be fine. Closer and closer the two parties became until only a diviso, spalato secondo separated them. Then, a flash. Like an atomic bomb, white and blinding and piercing. Taileigh and Rake were sent flying backwards, as were the hundreds of Aies about to confront them.
A slender man stepped out of the brightness, his skin as cold and pale as the moon. “Alas, a worthy adversary. Come boy.” He smiled, revealing two sharpened teeth against his bottom lip.
WARNING: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC, CRAZY AND CAN DO SERIOUS HARM TO YOUR HEALTH WHEN READING. (thanks to Oli for the dramatics XD)
This chapter staring:
Taileigh, Rake, the "Aies"
____________________________________________________________
The dusk soon crested into the sky, bringing shades of purples and reds into and across the horizon. Along the ground, beaten footsteps and drag marks filled with brightness as they soaked the last of the day’s sun. A pair of headstones clashed with the luminosity land, sullening out the day. Finally it was time.
The ground shook vigorously like an earthquake as a guanting green arm sprang from the earth, gripping and grappling toward the singular grayish moon above. Adjacent to it, another grave shivered and exposed an ugly green body from its roots. Taileigh stood, grabbing his head firmly and twisting it thirty degrees, producing an enormous cracking sound. His brother adjusted his own body, moving his eyes from his torso to his legs as he did. He was missing a foot. He shrugged and clapped his hands. A bolt of lightning ran from the sky, cranking and bending towards the boy until making contact. Suddenly, a slightly shaded foot placed itself in the missing area.
Taileigh had already begun his journey, dragging his, mostly intact, leg into a field of dead cottonwood trees and wheat plants. Rake followed, bouncing awkwardly on his new foot. Flickers of silver and steel shown through the turning darkness as Tai took out an instrument from his camicia pocket. It looked like an old fishing reel. Large and bulky, it held a two inch long turning pin that, no matter how hard Taileigh pushed it, wouldn’t budge. He walked quickly, tinkering with the object with every motion but not taking his eyes off the ground in front of him.
Several hours passed as they had the night before. The brothers had yet to utter a word to one another. Rake had figured out some time fa that his eldest brother was obsessed with this object, and if he tried to interrupt him while working on it…well that was a bad giorno for him AND his foot. He had already gone through twenty four replacement limbs, all of which he had to conjure after his attached one “disappeared” before dusk. The boy’s strode onto a steep incline, and for Tai, this was particularly difficult considering his one good leg. Two steps limited the teenager. He stopped in his place and firmly grasped his right shoulder with his hand. He pulled. The arm came off easily and with the clap of his hands, grew in length about five feet. He used this new crutch to help him up the incline.
The superiore, in alto was plateaued and lined with headstones. This was an Aies camp. Tai snapped at his brother, motioning for the young boy to unisciti his stance. He did. “Ohhhh!” Rake’s voice was high and inquisitive. “DON’T touch anything Rake!” the boy knew this was not a command he wanted to break. Again the boy’s walked, trudging between graves. The ground shook. This time was about a thousand times più powerful that the earthquake just that morning. Bodies popped and sprang intensely from the ground, forming into a battalion at the end of the plateau. Once the shaking seized, Tai spoke. “I’ve come to seek the great leader.” His voice boomed across the field, echoing fiercely. “Thou shall leave.” Another voice echoed back. Taileigh took in a breath and resounded a bit louder. “I’ve come to seek the great leader!” “THOU SHALL LEAVE!!” A gusting wind of fuoco and glass flew like a force toward the boys, but, with a clap of his hands, Tai deflected the substance into sand. This time his voice was commanding and confident. “I call on the power of the great leader…For I hold the only weapon to the world earth.” His arm raised high into the air, rendering the silvery reel to the army. Gasps escaped the undead army and whispers began to flow through the camps occupants quickly.
”By the power of Zantha…” “Sleuthe be granted!” “Aleied the saints of Aies!”
These were unfamiliar terms to Rake, he had never met another species of zombie besides his own. Sure the Aies were different, but they had numbers, and power in those numbers and this fascinated Rake. He had always felt lower, from the days of hearing stories from his middle brother. It was all well worded and legitimate and from the very first time Rake had heard these stories, he was intrigued. The Aies, the Brummels, and them, the Erumns. A Cibo chain, borrowed from the human Darwin. Kill o be killed. His brother was killed. But before he had, in Tai’s words, “committed treachery” against the Civilaies, now known simply as the Aies, he educated the young boy, teaching him of magic and angst. All the things he had learned as a human in history class. But they had all died too. He called them “Caesar’s bodies”.
Rakes mind ran rigid with thoughts of his late brother, but, off in his thought, he became unaware of the brigade now hurriedly rushing toward Taileigh and himself. He looked at his brother…no signs of panic shown. It was fine, it would be fine. Closer and closer the two parties became until only a diviso, spalato secondo separated them. Then, a flash. Like an atomic bomb, white and blinding and piercing. Taileigh and Rake were sent flying backwards, as were the hundreds of Aies about to confront them.
A slender man stepped out of the brightness, his skin as cold and pale as the moon. “Alas, a worthy adversary. Come boy.” He smiled, revealing two sharpened teeth against his bottom lip.
This chapter staring:
Taileigh, Rake, the "Aies"
____________________________________________________________
The dusk soon crested into the sky, bringing shades of purples and reds into and across the horizon. Along the ground, beaten footsteps and drag marks filled with brightness as they soaked the last of the day’s sun. A pair of headstones clashed with the luminosity land, sullening out the day. Finally it was time.
The ground shook vigorously like an earthquake as a guanting green arm sprang from the earth, gripping and grappling toward the singular grayish moon above. Adjacent to it, another grave shivered and exposed an ugly green body from its roots. Taileigh stood, grabbing his head firmly and twisting it thirty degrees, producing an enormous cracking sound. His brother adjusted his own body, moving his eyes from his torso to his legs as he did. He was missing a foot. He shrugged and clapped his hands. A bolt of lightning ran from the sky, cranking and bending towards the boy until making contact. Suddenly, a slightly shaded foot placed itself in the missing area.
Taileigh had already begun his journey, dragging his, mostly intact, leg into a field of dead cottonwood trees and wheat plants. Rake followed, bouncing awkwardly on his new foot. Flickers of silver and steel shown through the turning darkness as Tai took out an instrument from his camicia pocket. It looked like an old fishing reel. Large and bulky, it held a two inch long turning pin that, no matter how hard Taileigh pushed it, wouldn’t budge. He walked quickly, tinkering with the object with every motion but not taking his eyes off the ground in front of him.
Several hours passed as they had the night before. The brothers had yet to utter a word to one another. Rake had figured out some time fa that his eldest brother was obsessed with this object, and if he tried to interrupt him while working on it…well that was a bad giorno for him AND his foot. He had already gone through twenty four replacement limbs, all of which he had to conjure after his attached one “disappeared” before dusk. The boy’s strode onto a steep incline, and for Tai, this was particularly difficult considering his one good leg. Two steps limited the teenager. He stopped in his place and firmly grasped his right shoulder with his hand. He pulled. The arm came off easily and with the clap of his hands, grew in length about five feet. He used this new crutch to help him up the incline.
The superiore, in alto was plateaued and lined with headstones. This was an Aies camp. Tai snapped at his brother, motioning for the young boy to unisciti his stance. He did. “Ohhhh!” Rake’s voice was high and inquisitive. “DON’T touch anything Rake!” the boy knew this was not a command he wanted to break. Again the boy’s walked, trudging between graves. The ground shook. This time was about a thousand times più powerful that the earthquake just that morning. Bodies popped and sprang intensely from the ground, forming into a battalion at the end of the plateau. Once the shaking seized, Tai spoke. “I’ve come to seek the great leader.” His voice boomed across the field, echoing fiercely. “Thou shall leave.” Another voice echoed back. Taileigh took in a breath and resounded a bit louder. “I’ve come to seek the great leader!” “THOU SHALL LEAVE!!” A gusting wind of fuoco and glass flew like a force toward the boys, but, with a clap of his hands, Tai deflected the substance into sand. This time his voice was commanding and confident. “I call on the power of the great leader…For I hold the only weapon to the world earth.” His arm raised high into the air, rendering the silvery reel to the army. Gasps escaped the undead army and whispers began to flow through the camps occupants quickly.
”By the power of Zantha…” “Sleuthe be granted!” “Aleied the saints of Aies!”
These were unfamiliar terms to Rake, he had never met another species of zombie besides his own. Sure the Aies were different, but they had numbers, and power in those numbers and this fascinated Rake. He had always felt lower, from the days of hearing stories from his middle brother. It was all well worded and legitimate and from the very first time Rake had heard these stories, he was intrigued. The Aies, the Brummels, and them, the Erumns. A Cibo chain, borrowed from the human Darwin. Kill o be killed. His brother was killed. But before he had, in Tai’s words, “committed treachery” against the Civilaies, now known simply as the Aies, he educated the young boy, teaching him of magic and angst. All the things he had learned as a human in history class. But they had all died too. He called them “Caesar’s bodies”.
Rakes mind ran rigid with thoughts of his late brother, but, off in his thought, he became unaware of the brigade now hurriedly rushing toward Taileigh and himself. He looked at his brother…no signs of panic shown. It was fine, it would be fine. Closer and closer the two parties became until only a diviso, spalato secondo separated them. Then, a flash. Like an atomic bomb, white and blinding and piercing. Taileigh and Rake were sent flying backwards, as were the hundreds of Aies about to confront them.
A slender man stepped out of the brightness, his skin as cold and pale as the moon. “Alas, a worthy adversary. Come boy.” He smiled, revealing two sharpened teeth against his bottom lip.
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