The Protector Chronicles: The Lone Cyst. Act 1
I felt every part of body twitch, slowly pulling me out of a numbing state of darkness. The air was cold around me, and suddenly filled my lungs with blistering ice crystals. A few violent gasps of air yanked me into a more conscious state. But was I really awake?
Propping myself up on my elbows I winced in fiery pain. My head felt like my cranium was split wide open. I rubbed my hand through my hair to examine my skull, a few cigarette butts were tangled in my hair, and I was covered in vomit. I started to remember. My surroundings began to feel familiar. I was laying in Robinson Court. The year was 2010. Bombers Night Club had just shut down for the night not long ago. It was the first snow storm of the season. I was on patrol. But what happened next, I couldn't be sure. The only other thing I knew, was how whatever happened, made my hair cold and syrupy with blood.
No one around. Nothing. Only the screaming winds that were combing through the alley ways. I felt the loneliness creep and surround me like a horde of snarling hyenas. My bones broken and trembling, the icy temperature robbing me of movement, my mind turned inwards. I began to see the creatures that plague my subconscious - always trying to drag me into the dark. "They come from the dark," the child whisperingly claimed, "I think probably they are made from the dark. They're here to take us. To take us into the long, dark, dark night." The child stepped forward out of the shadows, it was... me. I asked the child, "What..? Where are we?" He paused for a moment, looking at the endless void of blackness below their feet. "Protect. Fap. Love. Drink. Party. We've been doing these things for as long as you can remember. Perhaps it's time, perhaps its time to walk into the opaque, sunless black." Yes. Perhaps it was. I was tired. So tired. The Plumber, Evsr8, Mandor, ShanShan, so many battles. So many forbiddens. So many baby wipes. "Come Corey. You needn't be their hero any longer, you've earned your rest. Come play with me," the boy persuadably and excitedly whispered while tightly grasping some dinky cars.
No. Not this son. No way. Not today. The faces of my forbiddens started barraging me like tens of thousands of incoming long bow fire on a battlefield, blanketing the darkness below "Rahhhh!!!!" I tore through the shackles of my mental prison, charging and launching upwards to the rooftop above, my bones painfully cracking and shifting back into place, "Rahhh!!!!" I shouted again. Today is not a day for rest, boy, today is a day for protecting!
I perched on the roof assessing my surroundings. My recent memories still escaped me. Someone had done this to me. But who? I pulled out my phone and checked on my rogues list status's. "Guzzling down some sloppy fucking bird shit and scratching myself all over" - Evsr8 was tagged in his basement lair 30 minutes ago. It couldn't have been him. "At a seance with Mandor, here's a photo of us and several highly decomposed corpses and a nice broth" Plumber and his goblin whore are just outside her whore compound. ShanShan ate her phone and computer years ago. There's no tracking her. But it's clear it wasn't the beast, no collateral damage in the area. Garbage cans are still full and intact. No, it was someone else. Someone who was able to catch me off guard. This was a surgical strike. Someone with precision.
"Why didn't they kill me?"
Part II (Maybe) later. Yeah never mind this is over. Fuck you all.
Credited to xpiredmilkYT
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