Now, where were we?
Our brave little
While the Sergeant was still reading out of the Doc's journal one of the men was still patrolling the lab, making sure to keep an eye out for anything strange. Strange things do tend to crop up on missions like these, don't they? Sadly, recon-guy never saw what hit him. Oh, but he definitely heard what hit him. A mad creature in an SS uniform, screaming like an ape jumped out behind the soldier, throwing his arms around the him and plunging his knife into the guy's neck. He broke the neck and continued hacking at it until he'd detached the head. Would've sat down to a nice little meal if not for the fact that his screaming had of course called the other soldiers over there. Bullet thru the brain, down goes mad nazi (see, I can spell it right when I want to, get off my back).
There were only four men left now, and Sicarius decided they needed to leave before anything else happened. In all the years that he had been dealing with the supernatural, this was something quite different from anything he'd seen before. This place they were in was just... wrong, it should not exist, there seemed to be no natural laws here, only chaos.
"My, but gentlemen, you'll never find the way out of here like that. I won't let you go without me."
Sicarius jumped and turned to see where this voice had come from. It was one of the other Nat-zee dudes. Where he had come in from, it was hard to say as there was only blank stone walls in the direction he was coming from. His uniform was in tatters, though he appeared to be wearing some other kind of uniform in the places where his was especially damaged. There was a bandage around his head, covering his left eye. His right leg was missing and in its place was some form of artificial limb, the likes of which the soldiers had never seen before, it was shiny metal and it moved just as a normal leg would move. Strapped on his back was a rusted old sword, the end of which had broken off, and in his hand he held what looked to be a rifle, but it was no type of rifle that any of them had seen before. He spoke again:
"The darkness gentlemen, children of darkness. There are too many of them, can't fight past them on my own, even with these sorcerous weapons I found here."
Sicarius asked the nazi what had happened to him. The nazi said they needed to hurry, He would be getting close now since the old man had finished his experiment. Sicarius figured the nazi might at least be less dangerous than whatever creature it was that lived in this place. They followed, and the nazi talked.
"We came down here six days ago with orders to kill Dr. Abendroth. Himmler got wind of what the old man was trying to do and wanted it stopped. We found him, tried to take him out, but he said it wasn't Time yet. He did something and the maze shifted, we got separated. I found Erich, dead, something had ripped him open, removed all of his organs. Then I found Friedrich. He looked so old, he started screaming at me, said I was devil come back from the dead, said he'd seen the creature kill me months ago. I only barely escaped before he shot me. I don't know about the others. But that creature, that thing that wears the form of a man, that I've seen. What the doctor tried to control. He was a fool. The beast, it is chaos and death incarnate."
They had been climbing a steep stairway for must've been about twenty minutes. All the Time they could hear noises all around them. First it was the screaming, then there was that strange tekeli li, tekeli lie coming from somewhere they could not place. Then they heard the children. The voices children, yelling at them from out of the darkness as they neared the top of the stairs. When they did reach the top the yelling became angry, the children told them they could not leave, they said that He wanted them here, to play with them. The soldiers continued on, following the nat-zee boy to a large door ahead of them. The children said they would not be leaving, that they would die. Sicarius, out of the corner of his eye, saw things moving in the shadows. Lots of things. Lots of small things. Small and human-shaped things.
He yelled at the nazi soldier, the children were there. He shouldn't have done that. The children were playing, they didn't like it when people found them hiding. The nazi turned swiftly, knowing that it was already too late, and fired into the shadows. Bright bursts of light shot from the barrel of his gun, he yelled at Sicarius and his men to just shoot them, hurry up and shoot them and they might still be able to escape. They did so, but to no avail. One of Sicarius' men disappeared, just disappeared into nowhere. Then one of the men was shot in the chest. They turned and saw another natzee running thru, trying to reach the door and gunning down anything in his way. The first natzee recognized him as Friedrich and tried to catch his attention. Amid all the confusion, Sicarius could hear the rustle of leaves. Leaves. He thought it odd that he should hear leaves in such a place at such a Time as this.
Then he heard the nazi scream. He turned to see Him. The creature. Chaos. Death. Wearing a twisted mockery of the human form, the beast stood nearly twelve feet tall, its arm long and twisted, like the branches of a tree. It wore a suit, a dark suit, so very dark it appeared to take all light from the area. And a tie, red as blood, around its neck. What Sicarius noticed most though was that the creature had no face; where a human's features should be it was just blank, empty. Maybe that's why he didn't immediately see the tentacles coming from the creature's back, grabbing the natzee that had been leadin them out. At least, not until the creature started ripping the natzee apart with those tentacles.
That was what snapped Sicarius out of his daze. The children were gone, at least he thought they were since he couldn't see them around any more. That Friedrich fellow was gone now too, but the Sergeant was still there, and very bewildered looking, he appeared to not really know what was going on. But then, Sicarius didn't either, he just knew they had to get out. He yelled to his last remaining comrade and motioned for the door. The Sergeant also snapped back to reality and the two of them rushed for the big door. Sicarius did not dare look back to see if the creature was following them. Somehow they could still hear the screams of the natzee, though surely he must've been dead already?
They kept running, past the rows and rows of pews, the stain-glassed windows, things which surely were not supposed to be in this very ancient church which appeared on no map. They reached the big door and struggled to get it open. The door was very large and very heavy, but soon enough they were able to pull it open just enough that they could get through. The Sergeant sneaked a glance behind them and gave a yell. The creature was standing only a few feet from them, appearing to have never moved at all, the body-parts of the now certainly very-dead natzee held in its tentacles. The creature was looking at them, he could just tell that it was, even without a face. Sicarius would not allow the creature to ensnare him though; he grabbed the Sergeant and pulled him away from the old church. The creature remained on the other side of the doors, still just standing there, still just staring. The two soldiers took off through the forest.
Sicarius and the Sergeant evenutally had to stop for a rest, though. They had't seen the creature anywhere after they got outside, so they thought it might be safe to stop, at least long enough for them to figure out how to get out of there without running into any Nat-zees. The Sergeant took out his compass, but found that it kept pointing in different directions, at one point the needle even appeared to be attempting ot point straight down. It seemed they would have to have to just start walking and pray for the best. So they started off, keeing an eye out for the creature, for Him, or any other unnatural beings that might be hiding in the forest.
It seemed to Sicarius that they had been walking for a very long Time. The Black Forest is very large of course, but somehow he just didn't feel right about it. He didn't feel as though they were getting anywhere. He made note of a tree with a very unusual shape. Several minutes later, he thought they passed it again; he couldn't be sure so took out his knife and carved a cross into it. Some minutes later they passed the tree with the cross. They were going in circles, though Sicarius knew they couldn't be, they were always heading in a straight line. At least, normally they shouldn't be, but today was very very unusual. The creature had them in a loop, and a very good one it seems, as long as it had taken him to figure it out. The creature could be watching them, it probably was watching them. Or at least keeping them busy until it felt like dealing with them itself. Sicarius knew he'd have to act quickly to get them out of the loop.
There was a gunshot. Sicarius turned to see the Sergeant, his gun raised, the creature several yards off unharmed by the bullet the Sergeant had just attempted to put thru His brain. Assuming it had a brain in its head, of course. The Sergeant fired again, again the creature was unaffected and now the Sergeant was out of bullets. The creature was ignoring the Sergeant though, He passed right by the Sergeant, looking at Sicarius the whole Time. Sicarius was unsure what to do, the guns wouldn't work and he wasn't sure he had any magick that could affect this thing. He had simply never encountered something like this before.
The Sergeant saw that the creature had ignored him, passed right on by without even taking a second to kill him on the way. How DARE this fucking bastard! He'd killed the damn Natzee, and wasn't he worth more than a stupid fucking Natzee? The Sergeant had dropped his knife somewhere during the confusion so he found a good-sized tree branch that had fallen and snapped off the end to make it sharp. He ran at the creature, planning to impale the bastard on the limb; somehow he felt certain that this would kill. He just KNEW that it would. It didn't. The branch went through the creature alright, but He didn't even seem to notice it. The Sergeant grew more enraged, pulled the branch out of the creature and started beating the thing with it. The creature took notice now, but only as a man would acknowledge the fly buzzing around him. The creature unleashed His tentacles on the Sergeant, who dropped the branch and broke into a hysterical laughter. The tentacles grabbed him and merely tossed him over into a tree. Though to be fair, the throw did succeed in breaking several of the Sergeant's ribs, puncturing a lung, causing massive internal bleeding, and some right nasty damage to his spine.
Somehow the Sergeant was still not amused. It didn't matter, he couldn't move now, and it was Sicarius that the creature was interested in. He hadn't even looked away from Sicarius while disposing of that little irritation, just continued looking at Sicarius. Sicarius still didn't know what to do; he couldn't move, it wouldn't matter if he did, there was no way to escape this thing. He knew this was true. There was no way that he could fight this thing for it was Death and Chaos and Eternity; it could never be destroyed. He wondered why this being would possibly bother the affairs of men, for beside Him we are nothing; we are small, insignificant, weak. Imperfect. Truly this being must be perfect.
Sicarius felt humbled. He knew now what he must do, so he bowed before Him. It was only proper that he give proper respct to one so far superior to himself, was it not? Then he heard the voice in his head. A voice horrible, yet soothing, so very much like a voice in a dream yet it held much authority.
"You have chosen wisely, my child. Arise and serve Me, give your life into My service."
Sicarius could not refuse. To do so would be madness. What purpose was there in serving men? It was only in following Him that one would gain power. For He WAS power, and those who stood against Him would be destroyed. Destroyed forever. But for those who stood with Him, they would gain eternity.
He could hear the leaves again. But he knew now. The leaves were good for they were of His world. Sicarius was dead now. In his place was something new, in his place stood a man more complete, a man made more whole. There were others that had been chosen by the Master. It would now be his job to bring this gift to his fellow man, to give these chosen their purpose. He had been like them only moments ago, weak and without purpose. Now he was strong, he was complete. He would help them find the truth.
Well, there we go. Damn, so motherfuckin' long. Story Time with Uncle Ridley is done now chillins, so off to bed wit' ye. Time for all good little boys and girls to get some sleep. And now that that's done with, we'll be getting back to our normal activity. Namely, fucking runners up the ass, scaring small chillin shitless, and tracking down that asshole that shot me in the arm and stole a whole fuckin week from me. Remember, I do this because I love you. I love each and every last one of you. Don't forget that my chillins.
He will rise soon. We await his return.
Y'all stay frosty. We're always watching.