Thanks man...actually, this is just the beginning...Here is Chapter 2, please enjoy
The pain brought me back to consciousness, my body felt like it had been turned inside out. I savoured the pain for several minutes, but as it began to fade, I turned my attention to the immediate surroundings. The floor was cold featureless metal, and when I looked up,i saw that the walls and ceilings were the same. Only the wall to my left had a door. After the pain fully subsided, I caught my breath, and began thinking of how to get out.
For awhile I looked around the room, studying every nook and cranny. Getting up, i walked to the door, running my fingers along the edges, trying to feel for any imperfections. There were none. I then turned my attention to the only other possible weak spot, the ceiling light. Too high to reach, I tried doing a wall walk to reach it, but when I got there, found that it was too tough to break. No glass weapons here. Sitting down, frustrated, I began to look at my other tools. Being naked, I had none…or so I thought. I then remembered something my father once told me. The mind is your greatest weapon.
My father was a powerful Overlord, but unlike others, he had risen to power not through political guile or pure physical prowess, No No, he was too good for that. Instead, he went up the ranks thanks to the power of his mind. His psyker mind to be exact. But like all other psykers of the True Kin, we were not particularly good. He was however strong enough to sway others to do his bidding. Being the caring
father he was, he taught me how to harness and activate the latent psychic powers I had within myself. After his death however, I realized that psyker powers alone would not guarantee my power. But Today, I would need it.
I double-checked to make sure that I was not missing any physical feature that I could exploit. When I was satisfied that nothing out here could be used, I sat down and emptied my mind. It had been a long time since I’ve touched the warp, longer still since I tapped it for its power. I closed my eyes and began to take full control of my warp presence. I saw the swirling red of the warp, my mind’s representation of it, and saw around me numerous other lights. These lights represented other warp presences. Other souls…
I looked at the one closest to me. On my right, probably in another cell was a mon’keigh presence, dull as any mon’keigh soul. Moving to it, I then witnessed misty visions of the physical world, it was a female, lovely thing, her features were very eldar-like, but she was fat, a fresh slave, i thought. I continued on, now developing my shadow self further, I walked through the cell doors and saw a long misty(due to the warp) corridor. Moving further along, I took one step before I suddenly felt an overwhelming presence. My soul began to thirst, more so than before. Had I awakened she-who-thirsts? “Argh!” I fell to my spectral knees, and knew then that I must return to my physical body or die. I ran into my cell and entered my body. I opened my eyes, my forehead wet with the perspiration of strain, and felt that ancient pain…the thirst.
The thirst pulled at me, as it always had, but i had to resist it's pull. I was getting hungry. Looking around, in a vain attempt to find some form of sustenance. I found nothing. Then a thought occurred to me…
“Perhaps she might feed me”
"But what about that bitch?"
"She-who-thirsts? What about her?"
"She could be waiting for us to touch the warp again"
The thirst tugged again...
"Well, we might as well..."
I knocked on the right wall, calling to her in the crude mon’keigh tongue my father taught me. “Come closer, I can help you escape” I yelled as loud as I could, “If you can hear me, bang the wall.” BANG! She heard me. “Stay there, I’ll get you out in a second”. I closed my eyes and projected myself once again into my shadow form.
I saw her presence, a glowing light, not as faint as before, for now it was coloured with hope. I moved to her, and touched her soul. Holding it in my two hands, i began pulling. Pulling her soul out of her body. I could hear her screams
, yes, her presence grew brighter now…Yes, more pain…but her soul would not come to me! It was tied to her shell! I touched her mind the way my father touched others. I would attempt to sway her.
I whispered to her, “Do It…Do It…Do It…”
Slowly, she started banging her skull against the wall, softly at first, but the force she put into it gradually grew...
“Harder.....Harder…HARDER!”. I suggested, coaxing her on, she started moaning in pain and surprise.
The Banging grew steadily louder and louder as she started to scream in pain.
It reached a crescendo, and suddenly,
I saw her soul begin to float away. Gathering it in my arms, I brought it to my body and absorbing it, I felt rejuvenated, “Ah! Simply wonderful”. I lay down now, sated. Closed my eyes and went to sleep.
I had very odd dreams. I kept seeing myself in a crowd of mon’keigh, pushing up against me, and bringing me with them, aboard a black craft.
Terrified, I yelled out some gibberish in the mon’keigh tongue, tinged with fear and despair. I kept trying to touch the warp, trying to harness the energy to bring lightning against the herders. But I could not. Every time I tried, I saw not the blue of the warp, but a dark emptiness. A void that emanated from certain guards, wearing black cowled robes. I tried to reach out to them, to the presence that all humans had, but what chilled me to the bone was the lack of any, it was as if they had no souls. I then remember the doors of the ship closing, and the darkness that ensued. I remember being afraid and hearing the cries of anguish and despair around me, I too began to cry.
I recall silently praying to the Emperor, for surely he knew i was a loyal servant! Never once had i blasphemed his holy name, nor turned to any other in times of need. Wasn't this my blessing? Wasn't this gift the Emperor's to me? Why were his servants now gathering me with criminals? If i was born this way as my parents always told me, was it not the Emperor's will? How could he betr-. I remembered her anger and guilt...Perhaps.
Oh forgive me my Lord, forgive my haste and my irrationality. I prayed to the Emperor, thanking him for the opportunity to serve him and be closer to him. I resigned myself to my fate, but i felt fearful nonetheless. This was not me, i've always been so strong, so true and yet, here i am, so unsure of myself...So afraid...Was i truly resenting my Emperor? Was that the fear i felt? It was then i remembered the Black Robed ones...My hairs stood on end thinking of them. This probably was the source of my fear and my doubt, these abominations...Or were they?
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire outside the ship startled me to attention. An explosion rocked the vessel, and I feared for my life. Others around me started panicking, many crying out to the Emperor for deliverance. I heard the guards cocking their weapons and shouting at us to remain quiet. For a time the fighting raged on outside, but as mysteriously as it came, it vanished. The ships movement could be felt, and the quiet provided me some relief. After what felt like an eternity, the ship came to a halt, and the doors opened. What I saw next shocked me.
Tall aliens holding weapons had seized the guards and were aiming their weapons at us. One by one, the others were escorted off the ship in chains. When my turn came I walked out, but as soon as I did, a strong hand grabbed me by the arm. I turned to see who had yanked me to the side. It was a scarred alien, his face stretched in a grotesque grin, he instructed others uglier and more disfigured than him to bring me to one side. There I was put next to a few others like me, and several black robed men. I silently prayed to the Emperor, hoping that he would hear me in what could only be Hell…
I awoke with a start, my body drenched with sweat. Looking around, reorientated myself, reminding myself where I was, and who I was. The dream put me in the position of that mon'keigh girl. I rubbed my eyes in an effort to wake myself up. When I was more lucid, I recalled the dream and dissected it, examining every piece. One thing that perplexed me were the black robed ones…“Could it be? A Mon'keigh without a soul?!” I asked myself. “Whats the point then!?” I thought to myself in disgust and disbelief. I set that aside and once again put myself to the task of escape.The thirst came, and again I did the same, this time the prisoner on the left. And so I passed my time, taking more and more prisoners over time. Becoming more proficient, now able to extend my shadow self while remaining in the material realm, harvesting became much easier. I knew then how I would affect my escape and conserved my strength, ever watchful for when the scarred one would walk down my corridor and through my door.
After approximately 2 weeks passing time, perfecting my plan (escape routes, etcetera), and constant monitoring of the corridor, I saw the haemonculus and two grotesques walking my way.
“I’m going to enjoy this” I thought to myself. After what felt like a century, well a century felt longer, but nonetheless. The door slid open, and I leapt forward in a classical flying kick which took the first grotesque down. Before it could react, I kicked the next grotesque’s knee, unbalancing it and pushed it over. As I turned to face the Haemonculus, I launched my shadow self at him before launching the rest of myself at him. What happened next shocked me.
The haemonculus pushed me, not just physically, but psychically he pushed my shadow self back! Faster than I could react, he struck me across the face and threw me to the floor. I recovered quickly and tried again to send my shadow at him. This time he hit me with a psychic attack of his own and sent me sprawling.
As I picked myself up, I heard him whisper in my ear “Surprised?”, I took a swing at where i heard him, but hit nothing. I looked up and saw him where he originally was. Getting up to run, i recalled my psychic explorations of the dungeon determining my escape route. A few quick strides and I was suddenly floored by an immense shockwave. I lay on my face for a moment, bruised and stunned by the sheer force of the blow.
Before I could get up, more grotesques had picked me up and were carrying me to the haemonculus. “I knew some psyker had to be killing all the others, and now, I’ve found you” he said, I stared at him silently as he whispered in my mind “I have another surprise for you”. I was brought to his work chamber where I found two tables next to each other, one was empty and the other had a mon'keigh strapped in. He had several tubes stuck into his flesh. Something about this one was familiar…
It was not his warp signature, but rather, the lack of one. This creature scared me…How could something exist without a soul? Unbeknown to me, I was about to find out…The closer I got to this creature, the more my soul began to recoil in fear. I was strapped to the table next to him and hooked up to several devices. Soon, the machines were turned on…Something was happening. Pain wracked my body and my mind until for a short time my world became only that, the pain, as I felt my soul ripped to shreds. Seconds passed as eons, and at the end of it, I was left gasping for air.
It was strange. As I lay on the table, I looked to the mon'keigh beside me and saw his head hanging limply to the side. He was, as I assumed, dead. The haemonculus approached me, looking at me in fascination.
“Feel any different?” he asked eagerly. “Particularly, can you feel your....soul?”
I looked at him and tried to channel a psychic attack, but somehow I could not…It was then that something began to change, my vision sharpened and i could see warp presences, souls in this realm as if i travelled the warp! I saw the haemonculus glowing brightly, much brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. I looked past him and saw 2 more presences outside the room, these were the grotesques that he kept as bodyguards. I then looked at my body, and saw no such shine, I saw nothing…
Why was I different? Had I indeed lost my soul?
“What are you thinking? Why can’t I hear you?!” I sensed the tension in his voice, and saw a sudden change in his warp signature. He was feeling a very different emotion from before, something I think he must have long forgotten…Fear.
I looked at him, and asked “What have you done? What am i?”
I struggled with the straps, now feeling claustrophobic in their tight embrace. Slowly, I felt them loosening as I continued to struggle more vigorously. The haemonculus started towards me in an effort to keep me restrained.
“GET IN HERE YOU FOOLS!” he yelled to his guards outside.
I began to feel slightly weary, when suddenly my vision became shaper still and I could see, with greater clarity, the warp signatures of the haemonculus in front of me, and the grotesques coming in to assist their master. I stopped struggling, transfixed for a moment by the sight that lay before me...Looking at their glowing forms, I tried looking at myself again, trying to find that glow that I must have. However, all I saw was absolute darkness, a void, where my souls should have been. I continued staring in disbelief, trying to find my soul, and finally spotted it. A pin prick of light.
Was this my soul? So greatly diminished that I could barely see it? Why do I not feel the thirst with my soul this small? Then, an idea occurred to me…I reached out with my mind, and touched the first grotesque’s soul, it trembled and shook as i touched it...without thinking, I yanked it out. There it floated in my spectral hands, and I took it within me, absorbing it. My soul grew brighter, and I felt the same satisfaction I had always felt drinking a well-refined soul.
I took the next grotesque’s soul and did the same, feeling the same satisfaction. Suddenly my view lit up as the haemonculus’ warp signature exploded with activity, brighter than it had been now that he touched the warp. Without thinking, I pulled his soul out, and took it into myself. The last two were good, but his soul was pure ecstasy. My body healed its wounds, I felt stronger and faster than I had ever felt before. I easily slipped out of the loosened straps of the table.
Taking the dark brown and blue robes of the lifeless haemonculi, I covered my self as best as I could. Looking around for weapons, i picked up two razor sharp knives, recalled my intended path route of escape, and proceeded to move stealthily through the dim corridors of the facility. My newfound sight was invaluable in the evasion of guards. Crawling through ducts and wall-climbing wherever I could, I managed to reach the intended sky light. I cut a hole in the glass and climbed onto the roof of the building. I looked out at the beautiful crimson sky, and looked down at the vast metropolis that was the dark city.
Alot slower than the last chapter, but i hope you enjoyed this...More to come, i promise you :D