Deaths_Legion
02-11-2007, 09:28 AM
Ok, so lately I've been getting into writing again and I wrote this a LONG time ago. Some may remember it, but I've completely redone the first chapter and revised the prologue a bit. Feedback would be appreciated, but please make it constructive. I don't want anyone just posting "This suck" or whatnot because the whole aim to this is to make it better. Just as a sidenote, Chapter 1 is not complete yet, so it kind of ends abruptly. Thanks to all who give feedback! ^^
Death Personified
by Sam Stone
Prologue
Death is a force. This “force” is what controls your life. Think of something like fate, but even more cruel than you can imagine. You see, Death is the force that compels you to do what you do. It brings you along the events you were meant to carry out, and to your eventual demise. But what if Death was less? What if it were to become human? Scientists and Philosophers questioned this for longer than you can imagine, but the answer wasn’t so simple. Many alike believed that the factor of dying would just not exist, but it wasn’t that simple. Philosopher’s believed that the force would induce free will, and then everyone would be able to live their life the way they wanted. Scientists believed that no one would die, and that eternal life would be reached. Eventually, the two of the groups came to a conclusion. A new theory was put into order, and tested not long after. This theory stated that eternal life would become a reality, but aging would still take its place, and people would be able to take control of their lives.
This is not, or rather, was not, true. Ten years back, Scientists conducted an experiment to test that theory, and the results were fatal. If Death were personified, what would happen? A tragedy and a catastrophe, all in one. Nothing could have been done and everything that was thought to have been done right was not. The Scientists had built a machine, so powerful, and so defying of nature that it could take anything, and make it a reality. They set it into motion, defying everything right and moral in their lives. They payed for it; they payed everything they ever owned for it.
They had made it personify Death, and it’s appearance had been a man. A normal, living, breathing male. The plan was to kill him, and to make it so he didn’t exist. They failed horribly. Just because Death had become human, didn’t mean he still couldn’t kill people. The fact that he was human had nothing to do with life or death, it just meant he could see what he was doing in a first person aspect. Death didn’t react too kindly to what the Scientists had done, and he killed them. Not just homicide, but suicide as well. The Scientists killed themselves in the carnage, stabbing themselves and jumping out windows. That still didn’t stop Death from mutilating their corpses. He ripped people apart, he tore them limb from limb and left nothing to discern who it was or what had been done to them.
Ten years have since passed, and not one scientist has seen him and lived to tell what they had seen. The Scientists are now struck with total fear, but they must not give up their search. They must subdue him and destroy him to reach their dream. They hope to do this before he kills them all, but hope can only bring you so far.
Chapter 1
Those damn scientists! They had him on the run for ten years. TEN YEARS! They had no idea how annoying they were. He would get them sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. Time, what an alien word. It had been ten years, and he still hadn’t gotten used to the concept. He had always been free from the whole thing, being able to do as he wanted, when he pleased. Nothing could discourage him more than the fact he had just died. Ironic, though, how Death himself could die. That was another thing, he didn’t have a gender. He preferred “male” over “female” though, so it was only right that he take that form of person and call himself so.
Although dead, he could still think. No one but him could do it; probably because he was different from others. When he died, he was nothing. Just a mist that floated through the air, with sentient thoughts and movement. He was tired of it; tired of being a vampire. Becoming human had caused him nothing but grief and despair. He missed his old self; the one that had no feelings, the one that didn’t care about anything. Ever since his transformation he had to kill people and take their bodies. No body ever lasted long with him though. The muscles started to deteriorate, and the body started to break down into its basic components. Probably because they were dead, but he knew next to nothing about this world, so he had no idea what was happening to them.
His first body, the one he had been technically born with, had died only two years after him having it. The scientists had found him living in an alley like the homeless. It was more or less a disguise, but it was also because he had no money. When they had found him, it had been a duel, and a deadly one at that. He had heard them coming, and got the first strike. Twenty of them stormed the alley and he cut three of them down with one swing of his hand. He missed his old body and the strength and legerity it possessed. The other seventeen realized the futility of the fight, and so they threw explosives at him. The resulting explosion had toppled the buildings around them and killed the last seventeen, but unfortunately, it had killed Death as well. His mist form wandered the streets for weeks after that before he came to the conclusion that he could just take someone’s body.
His first try had been a mistake, but lucky for him it was a test. A man feeding pigeons while sitting on a bench was his first target. However, the man was still alive when he had taken the body, so it was a fight for the stronger willpower. Death had lost that one, especially since he was still confused about his new self. The man’s mind had rejected him, so Death killed him. As a mist, the only thing he could do was suffocate the man until dead by entering his lungs, so he took the chance.
Entering the man’s body wasn’t hard, but traversing it was something different. Too many twists and turns, and yet, so many ways to kill him. A clog in the arteries could cause a heart attack, but that was too conventional. He wanted something messy! Instead of having clogged an artery, Death had clogged his whole heart. It was too much strain for the human, and so his heart exploded, leaving a giant mess of internal bleeding; pains that would pass onto Death after taking over the body. That was his worst mistake. Since then, he’s learned, and now he only takes bodies that were killed by conventional means, so that the injuries don’t hinder him.
Look at him, reminiscing like this. Memories and feelings, they were all so different to him, and nothing he was used too. Back to the task at hand, which was to kill his next target and take the body. The target was a scientist, and one of the pigs that had actually escaped from the bottom floor of the building the night he was created. The damn coward! This time, though, his death would be imminent. The whole society would pay for what they had done to him!
Death Personified
by Sam Stone
Prologue
Death is a force. This “force” is what controls your life. Think of something like fate, but even more cruel than you can imagine. You see, Death is the force that compels you to do what you do. It brings you along the events you were meant to carry out, and to your eventual demise. But what if Death was less? What if it were to become human? Scientists and Philosophers questioned this for longer than you can imagine, but the answer wasn’t so simple. Many alike believed that the factor of dying would just not exist, but it wasn’t that simple. Philosopher’s believed that the force would induce free will, and then everyone would be able to live their life the way they wanted. Scientists believed that no one would die, and that eternal life would be reached. Eventually, the two of the groups came to a conclusion. A new theory was put into order, and tested not long after. This theory stated that eternal life would become a reality, but aging would still take its place, and people would be able to take control of their lives.
This is not, or rather, was not, true. Ten years back, Scientists conducted an experiment to test that theory, and the results were fatal. If Death were personified, what would happen? A tragedy and a catastrophe, all in one. Nothing could have been done and everything that was thought to have been done right was not. The Scientists had built a machine, so powerful, and so defying of nature that it could take anything, and make it a reality. They set it into motion, defying everything right and moral in their lives. They payed for it; they payed everything they ever owned for it.
They had made it personify Death, and it’s appearance had been a man. A normal, living, breathing male. The plan was to kill him, and to make it so he didn’t exist. They failed horribly. Just because Death had become human, didn’t mean he still couldn’t kill people. The fact that he was human had nothing to do with life or death, it just meant he could see what he was doing in a first person aspect. Death didn’t react too kindly to what the Scientists had done, and he killed them. Not just homicide, but suicide as well. The Scientists killed themselves in the carnage, stabbing themselves and jumping out windows. That still didn’t stop Death from mutilating their corpses. He ripped people apart, he tore them limb from limb and left nothing to discern who it was or what had been done to them.
Ten years have since passed, and not one scientist has seen him and lived to tell what they had seen. The Scientists are now struck with total fear, but they must not give up their search. They must subdue him and destroy him to reach their dream. They hope to do this before he kills them all, but hope can only bring you so far.
Chapter 1
Those damn scientists! They had him on the run for ten years. TEN YEARS! They had no idea how annoying they were. He would get them sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. Time, what an alien word. It had been ten years, and he still hadn’t gotten used to the concept. He had always been free from the whole thing, being able to do as he wanted, when he pleased. Nothing could discourage him more than the fact he had just died. Ironic, though, how Death himself could die. That was another thing, he didn’t have a gender. He preferred “male” over “female” though, so it was only right that he take that form of person and call himself so.
Although dead, he could still think. No one but him could do it; probably because he was different from others. When he died, he was nothing. Just a mist that floated through the air, with sentient thoughts and movement. He was tired of it; tired of being a vampire. Becoming human had caused him nothing but grief and despair. He missed his old self; the one that had no feelings, the one that didn’t care about anything. Ever since his transformation he had to kill people and take their bodies. No body ever lasted long with him though. The muscles started to deteriorate, and the body started to break down into its basic components. Probably because they were dead, but he knew next to nothing about this world, so he had no idea what was happening to them.
His first body, the one he had been technically born with, had died only two years after him having it. The scientists had found him living in an alley like the homeless. It was more or less a disguise, but it was also because he had no money. When they had found him, it had been a duel, and a deadly one at that. He had heard them coming, and got the first strike. Twenty of them stormed the alley and he cut three of them down with one swing of his hand. He missed his old body and the strength and legerity it possessed. The other seventeen realized the futility of the fight, and so they threw explosives at him. The resulting explosion had toppled the buildings around them and killed the last seventeen, but unfortunately, it had killed Death as well. His mist form wandered the streets for weeks after that before he came to the conclusion that he could just take someone’s body.
His first try had been a mistake, but lucky for him it was a test. A man feeding pigeons while sitting on a bench was his first target. However, the man was still alive when he had taken the body, so it was a fight for the stronger willpower. Death had lost that one, especially since he was still confused about his new self. The man’s mind had rejected him, so Death killed him. As a mist, the only thing he could do was suffocate the man until dead by entering his lungs, so he took the chance.
Entering the man’s body wasn’t hard, but traversing it was something different. Too many twists and turns, and yet, so many ways to kill him. A clog in the arteries could cause a heart attack, but that was too conventional. He wanted something messy! Instead of having clogged an artery, Death had clogged his whole heart. It was too much strain for the human, and so his heart exploded, leaving a giant mess of internal bleeding; pains that would pass onto Death after taking over the body. That was his worst mistake. Since then, he’s learned, and now he only takes bodies that were killed by conventional means, so that the injuries don’t hinder him.
Look at him, reminiscing like this. Memories and feelings, they were all so different to him, and nothing he was used too. Back to the task at hand, which was to kill his next target and take the body. The target was a scientist, and one of the pigs that had actually escaped from the bottom floor of the building the night he was created. The damn coward! This time, though, his death would be imminent. The whole society would pay for what they had done to him!