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Chapter Three: Thunderstorms
Leon kept running down the streets. It had only meant to be a simple gang war between the underhives ruling factions. But something happened. Something like a thunderstorm had brewed overhead, but there was no rain. Then the lightning struck. Bolts descended from the sky. They weren't like regular lightning strikes, the hit people. Every time. First largest men, and one every minute or so. But then it became more frequent, and a dozen men disappeared in a minute. Then it stared to rain. Tiny red droplets that feel in a great flood. The sky howled in one accord and lightning kept falling. The thugs ran down alleys, but the thunderstorm followed them. Leon cried out incoherent nonsense as he ran. A couple of people came out of their homes to tell him to:
"Shut the feck up, ain't you know we got kids..." One more lighting strike, more red rain for the clouds. Another corner, another hundred yards spent running in fear, another few seconds with adrenaline pumping round his body. "Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez..." Leon half mumbled, half sobbed as his feet pounded down the street.
Two members of an Arbites patrol group that had been wandering around turned the corner and Leon ran straight into them. "Oh sweet Emperor, you've got to help me" Leon rambled madly.
"Get off me, whelp!" one of the Arbites said dismissively and pushed him aside. Leon grabbed the man's shoulders.
"You don't understand, the lightning men..." Leon began babbling.
"He's clearly deranged"
"We should put him out of his misery" the other one said, raising his power maul and setting it to the highest setting. A thunder-crack, and the blow paused mid-air. "What the feck?!" The arbites muttered, and Leon span around.
"Oh sweet jeez, the lightning men!" he cried before darting down another street, knowing well enough what would happen to the Arbites. All he heard was the sickly blending of flesh and bone before the lighting-man joined his brethren in the heavens.
He ran down many dark alleys and coiling streets before he finally made his way back the the gang's base of operations. He hammered on the door.
"For Throne's sake Lyle, you know it's me! Let me the feck in!"
"Jeez, someone's pissy tonight!" Lyle said before indifferently sliding the door to let him in. There was scarcely a crack in the door before Leon had darted in, and forced the door shut behind him. He slid down the door and his breathing stayed ragged. His flak-jacket left a slight red smear on the door. Lyle finally noticed something was wrong.
"Feck mate, what happened?" Leon stared up at his ally with wild eyes which betrayed the fear in his heart. Leon proceeded to divulge the full horror of the night's events. The murderous thunderstorm, the red rain, the lightning men. His voice was high and fast, and his story ran together like one long sentence. When his grisly tale was done, they stood in silence. Finally, Leon plucked up the courage to ask:
"Who else has come back?" Lyle paused, apprehensive of the answer that Leon had been scared he would hear.
"No one. You are the first one back."
"Oh shit." Leon muttered. There had been over three hundred members sent to represent the gang in this turf war, and he was the only one back. Perhaps the rest were yet to come back. Surely they can't have all been taken.
Another knock. Leon's heart skipped a beat. Others had survived. Lyle went to the door and opened the slider.
"Name?" The sound of a shot fired. Point blank shot fired into Lyle's skull and then a moment later an explosion rang out, and Lyle's head and upper torso evaporated into a red vapour as the rest of him fell to the floor.
"FUCK!" Leon shouted. They were here. Without a second to loose, Leon darted down the corridors of the gang's hideout. *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* Impacts rang out as lightning struck the roof. "Grab your guns! We are under-attack!" Leon shouted down the halls. Some men staggered out half dazed, others simply ignored him. A large boom rang out and a wave of heat rolled inwards. Then the fire of automatic weapons. Not stub weapons, or shotguns, bolt weapons. Elite weapons wielded only by high ranking gang members. But there were many firing this time. Men screamed. Leon heard the roar of chain-weapons and the pulping of organic matter.
As Leon reached the gang leader's chamber, only brief bursts of fire could be heard and the occasional gargled plea for mercy.
"Boss, you've got to help, the other members..."
"Are all dead" came the low hissing voice from behind him. Leon turned round slowly and froze in sheer terror. Stood before him were five giants. Their bulky form was marked with icons of death; skulls, winged maws, patched of skin stretched across their shoulders. Their skin danced with lightning, and their eyes told of an ancient, unspeakable malevolence which lurked just beneath the surface.
"Wh-wh-what do you want with us?" Leon spluttered. The giant let out a quiet, mirthful chuckle. No response seemed forth-coming and Leon simply waited for the end to come. But it never did. Agony of the wait only served to heighten his sense of terror. The giant reached out with his lightning-wreathed claws and, piercing his cheeks, force Leon to look at him as it to say "Now, what to do with you?" Apparently reached his decision the lightning-giant told Leon what he should do, and turned around and lead his brethren onto fresh slaughter. Leon fell to the floor, and curled up into a fetal position and weep onto the floor. The red rain didn't end until the morning, and then Leon finally summoned the courage to do as he was told. He daren't not, for he knew the giant would know he hadn't and return to extract his retribution, and that fear would not leave him. He told everyone his message, many of whom were witnesses to the events of the night before. Before midday, the phrase had spread through the underhive and the terror it inspired rode on it like a rider on it's chosen stead. Soon all would know:
Fear the dusk, for we own the night!