Inside the Hedström’s cottage, Ordo had stowed Kane up into the cottage’s tiny attic. He had muttered something about it was for everyone’s benefit. Ordo Hedström was by nature a superstitious man, and when these mysterious clouds had started to form, and the village elders called for a sacrifice, he had gathered Mari and Kane and rushed them back to their home. Ordo peered through a small slit in between a drape and the window pane, not daring to make a sudden movement; he had, for the whole morning, a sense of dread in his mind. Up in the cramped storage space, Kane peered into the cottage’s living room through a gap in the rotting floor boards. The door of the cottage was thrust inwards, as The Champion of Nurgle burst through it. Ordo edged his way across the room until he was next to the fire place, his hands moving in a flash, grabbing an ornamental plas-steel sword on the mantle. The dead eyes of Gorthrax surveyed the room, and he took a step inside the cottage. Ordo, with sword in hand charged at Gorthrax, and he swung at the Marine’s left flank. Gorthrax caught the sword in his gauntleted hand and proceeded to back hand Ordo, as a man swats an annoying fly, onto the floor.
Dropping the sword, Gorthrax began to walk towards Ordo, his black lifeless eyes staring into those of Ordo. Suddenly, a crude hatchet imbedded itself in the right side of Gorthrax’s chest. The Marine let out a guttural roar, throwing his arms around in a circle, catching Mari in the chest, and sending her flying across the room to collapse through a chair. Gorthrax pulled the hatchet from his chest, the wound warping and healing with ease, and threw it away. He pulled out his Bolt pistol and levelled it at the moaning figure of Mari. The roar of the pistol going off in the small cottage, made Kane jump. Mari cried out as the bolt tore into her chest, blood spraying onto the floor around her. She turned her head, to look into Ordo’s eyes, just as the bolt’s second mechanism went into play, the bolt exploded, blowing Mari’s ribcage outwards, blood and gore splattering all over the walls. Gorthrax holstered his pistol and turned back to Ordo, and drew an evil looking knife, which appeared to be flowing with dripping toxins. Ordo gazed up as the Marine towered above him, and resigned himself to his fate. In one swift movement, Gorthrax swiped the knife across Ordo’s chest, blood spraying onto the floor around him. Ordo collapsed, gasping, clutching at the slash in his chest. Gorthrax slid the knife back in its scarab, surveyed his handy-work and strode from the cottage.
Kane lay in the attic, scarred beyond the point of being able to cry, his mind was racing and churning through the events he had just witnessed, and listening to the inhumane screams and daemonic cackling coming from other parts of the village, then he passed out. Kane was awakened by a moaning sound, and the muttering of his name. Extracting himself from the attic Kane went downstairs to face the devastation. Mari was long dead, instantly killed by the ferocious explosion from the bolter round, her blood seeping into a puddle. He turned and found the source of the moaning and muttering. Ordo’s knife wound had been infected, oozing cloudy goo not unlike puss, his eyes completely bloodshot, and a small layer of foam, gathering at the corners of his lips. Obviously Kane knew his father was dying, but the death was slow, brought on by the evil chaotic toxins on the knife. Kane was suffering from shock, but he tried to clear his thoughts, he went over to the ornamental plas-steel sword, picked it up and returned to his father’s side. He raised the sword, and positioned it above his father’s heart, then plunged it into Ordo’s chest. Kane had killed before, as part of his survival training that every boy on Dreer had to undertake in order to provide for the village or defend it from other tribes. Ordo let out a sigh of relief and then his eyes closed. Kane pulled the sword from Ordo’s chest, and pondered his father’s words to Mari earlier. He had spoken of rumours around the village that a Chaos cult was rising in the village. Now Kane knew it to be true, and he had a feeling that the village elders were directly linked to his parent’s deaths.
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