(Warning: Incoming text wall! Slow day so I got more writing than usual done.)
“Arkain! Wake up!”
I opened my eyes, looking over to the wall where the sound was coming from. Eyes greeted me from a brick-sized hole in the wall. I sat up best I could, looking to them.
“Aye, I found a loose brick in the wall. You know where we are?”
“An emperor-forsaken place. Beyond that, I have no idea.”
He sighed. “Same situation here. I don’t even know if we’re on Cadia anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter where we are. It matters how we’re going to get out.”
“Said like a true Cadian. How do you plan on doing that, though?”
I thought back to my original waking. “The conjoined bastards have the keys. Next time they try to take us, we take them down.”
“Next one lined up for indoctrination is Vaereem. They were talking about it down the hall earlier.”
“Any idea where she is?”
“Nay. If we’re getting’ out of here we need to find her too though.”
We heard walking from down the hall, the stuttering oddity of the conjoined’s walking letting us prepare. Dalmak muttered “Looks like Vaereem went up again…” before a brick slid into the hole, blocking my view.
“Oh dooooooggy…ready for your daily sermon?”
They stepped in front of my cell, both sporting bruises. One held a laspistol...that would complicate things.
“Be a good doggy and we won’t have to use this to put you down.”
They unlocked my cell, stepping in with the laspistol aimed at my head. As they put the steel collar around my head and unchained my arms, I watched the laspistol waiting for an opening. None appeared.
As I was led out of the cell and down the hallway, I began to panic, thinking no opening would present itself and I would either die now or die in the Indoctrination Room. Just when I was about to make a last-ditch effort to overwhelm them and surely die, Dalmak began screaming.
The conjoined wardens turned to his cell, and as the laspistol moved, so did I. I yanked forward, pulling my chain out of their hands. I turned, slamming my foot into their stomach.
They doubled over, falling to the ground. I kicked the laspistol out of their hands, and grabbed their heads. I slammed them to the stone over and over, blood spraying across the stone and on me. Long after they were dead, I was trying to kill them. It was a good feeling.
Dalmak’s voice snapped me out of my brutality, and I took up the keys and laspistol from the corpse. I undid my collar, throwing it down as I moved to Dalmak’s cell. I unchained his ankles from their bonds, and we began to move towards the stairs leading out of the cells.
I looked back to see Dalmak standing over the corpse.
“They deserved it. Come on, we need to keep moving.”
As we reached the stairs, we were met with two guards were waiting at their peak. I shot one three times through the chest before he could fire, moving to the side as the other got his own chance. He began to run down the stairs, and a wild shot from me sent him ducking. Just long enough for Dalmak to run up and grab him, throwing him down the stairs. The man hit the bottom, unconscious.
We wasted no time reveling in our victory, moving up the stairs. I stopped halfway up, turning and firing one shot down the stairs into the man’s head. I continued climbing, smirking with the satisfaction of his death.
When we reached the top of the stairs we were met with three hallways.
“I don’t remember this being here…”
“Neither do I. I thought it was only one.”
“When in doubt, do the right thing, eh?”
We went with his choice, moving to the right. We were met, again, with more hallways than should be there. We kept the pattern of moving to the right, moving through five more turns before ending up in a single square room. We looked behind to see that the hallway that had been there was gone.
“What the hell…”
I nodded, turning and examining the room. I saw that a small trapdoor rested in the center of the room.
I looked to Dalmak.”Go in?”
“Nowhere else t’go.”
I nodded, opening the trapdoor. A ladder descended into a shaft, its sides dimly glinting as if gems had been long ago tucked into the dirt. I went in first, fighting to keep a grip on the rusted, slimy rungs.
As we descended the ladder, a faint whisper began to emanate from below. Dismissing it at first, it eventually rose into a loud, overpowering chant as we grew closer to the bottom. I looked up towards Dalmak. “Do you hear that?”
When we finally dropped off the ladder, our landing was muffled by a thick layer of moss. Looking around we found that we were in some sort of cave. The chanting seemed to be near now, coming from around a nearby corridor.
I went to the corridor, ducking close against the wall. As I turned the corner, I saw a huge cavern, tinted blue from the reflections of the oddly calm lake inside. The chanting seemed to be coming from around the walls, spoken in some long-lost language.
I approached the lake, and I suddenly felt an unstoppable urge to drink. My throat felt as if I had eaten desert sand, and I could barely stand. I fell to my knees, cupping water in my hand and pouring as much of it into my mouth as possible, carelessly letting it dribble over my shirt.
The chanting stopped. Dalmak entered, looking at me incredulously.
“By the Throne, what are you doing?”
I stood, feeling off-balance. “Thirsty…” His face began to morph, eyes growing wider, features changing to a grinning jester, a crying baby. I stepped back, terrified of him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I heard a voice, high and insidious. “What is the Warp?”
“The Warp is the demon-place...bad place…”
“What? Arkain, what happened?!”
“No, child...demons are merely its inhabitants. Let me show you a taste.”
My mind began to fill with pictures.
Swirling. Grabbing. Throwing.
Madness and violence, decay and hedonism.
Surrounding you, enticing you, mocking you.
It gives you a taste that blows you apart, its hints leaving you as nothing.
Twisting mazes and battlefields with blood falling from the black sky.
That is the Warp.
I screamed in nothingness, felt my body ripped apart and spread over worlds. I fell thousands of feet into the wet bloody flesh of the innocent.
Sliding and grabbing in desperation, my nails ripped off, skin torn away in ragged shreds.
Fall into a hole, land in a maze. Silence.
Then the whispers start. They tell you to go through the maze, go right, left; run away they are behind you!
Knowledge seeps from the walls as wisps you cannot see truthfully, though you desperately grasp at them.
You run to it, wanting it, needing it. You hit a dead end and the ground snakes up and wraps around your ankles. The wisps become your friends and they beat you. The walls tell the tale of your sins, the whispers turn into mocking laughter.
You scream and scream but no sound comes, no help, no stopping. Emperor protects me, emperor kills you and abandons you, and Emperor cannot help you now.
There is only one, one salvation that offers you the knowledge to destroy and rend those who oppose you.
Everything stops; you turn your head to the never-ending void above.
A word etched in flame, one of power: Tzeentch. It comes toward you and burns you away, the whispers following you.
You rise and you see a mirror. Eyes are sunken holes of blue flame, your skin is blackened and stretched tight, you raise your hands to hide your face and you sink your claws into yourself.
The mirror, the mirror on the wall, it changes, it shows you commanding armies. You are twenty feet tall and fire leaps from your hands and scorches worlds, you cleave the false Emperor in twain and bring Holy Terra to its knees. You take the Black Ships and lead the psykers to conquer all.
You want it. A voice calls out. Dalmak. “The Emperor protects!”
Screams of hatred and rage fill your mind. “The Anathema is nothing! Your Corpse-Emperor will burn as everything, and you will never see it coming. Even now you fear us, but you cannot stop us. Be gone!”
You are ripped from your body and thrown into space, suffocate, torn to shreds, feel yourself rot, thrown from orbit, mind filled with knowledge so ancient it gives you the power of everything only for you to fall to its power, become a slave.
That is the Warp.
“It lurks within you. This power. Denial is not an option. Now, it is awakened.”
I briefly returned to reality, felt flame bursting from my mouth, my eyes, and sorcery encircling my body. I hear a call, seeming far-away, a desperate scream. Dalmak.
I completely return to see the one I thought my friend pushing me into the lake, the fire is extinguished. He holds me under and I cannot breath. His hands suddenly leave my body, and I float to the surface, gasping.
I swam to the edge of the lake, painfully pulling myself onto the cavern’s floor. I looked over and saw Dalmak hanging in the air, the man in black robes standing behind him. The man turned to me. “It is good you kept that fire.”
He threw Dalmak to the ground, and he lay still. I yelled out, a hoarse rasp. As I saw his chest rise and fall, I breathed a sigh of relief. I joined him in unconsciousness, the world turning to black.
Last edited by VixusKragov; 03-10-12 at 02:43 AM.