04-17-2013, 06:20 PM
Ok, so here's the intro to the jackass mages of the story. Now, I'm not sure if the group name works, so tell me what you think. If you can think of a more fitting name for them, I'd be glad to hear it.
I sat down at the bar and ordered a
beer. Looking around, I saw some of the cliché bar-goers; the bikers, the
loners, the old men, the chain smoking pool players. It was a bit too early for
any of the regulars just getting off of work, so the place was kind of empty,
not that I didn’t mind. I usually drank with just my roommates anyway, so I
generally didn’t like crowded bars.
I sighed and looked up at the rinky
dink television mounted on the wall, which showed a football game going on. I
never really enjoyed the sport, but since my roommates watched it, I was used
to hearing the generic announcer talk.
Looks like player x fumbled. He’s
clearly not in his A-game.
Oh, and it looked like they almost
had it for a second.
Not something I
really cared for.
Just when one of the teams was about
to score, the screen blacked out for a second, only to be replaced with a
solitary man standing in what looked like to be warehouse. He was fairly
average looking with a plain face and short, brown hair. The only thing he was
wearing was a black robe and an odd, eerie smile. He slowly walked towards the
camera and his smile grew even more, until it looked like his lips would crack
and fall off.
The bartender reached up and was
about to change the channel, but then the odd man on the screen spoke.
“Good evening, pathetic human filth.”
His voice was soft and calmly, belying his words.
“My name is Vincent, and I am the
leader of the Wraiths. Perhaps you’ve heard of us. If not, then let this be
your proper introduction.”
The bartender scoffed and changed
the channel, only to find this Vincent guy on the next channel.
“For those uninformed,” he said, “we
are the ones who have been gutting you like pigs. You see, we view humans as
inferior, and we decided we’ve had enough of letting you run the show.”
Suddenly, the whole bar grew dead
silent, as everyone was leaning in to listen to the rant of this insane man.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and looked
off screen, yelling, “Bring her in!”
At his words, two guys in similar
black robes came into view, holding a frail woman between them, shoving her
face first in front of Vincent. Her hands and legs were tied, preventing her
escape, and her clothes were ripped and torn in numerous places. She was gagged
with some cloth, and her skin was ashen and sweaty. I didn’t want to think of
what they had done to her.
Vincent grabbed the woman by the
hair and lifted her to her feet, his smile turning into a scowl, and his calm
voice changing into one filled with hatred and disgust. “This, ladies and
gentlemen, is Senator Hale. The fine Senator here spoke bad about us about a
week ago, and we didn’t really like that.” He smirked then and snapped his
fingers, and one of the others pulled a piece of paper from their robe, handing
it to him. He held the paper to the woman and spoke again in his calm voice, “Would
you like to tell them, or can I?”
She whimpered and tried to move away
from him, prompting one of the two others to smack her across the face, sending
her to her knees. She cried out and tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Me?” Vincent mocked. “Well, Miss
Senator, I’m honored I can read it for you.” He cleared his throat. “‘It is in
my opinion that these people are not to be protected under the law. Their very
existence is a crime upon God’s good earth. That is why I’m signing this bill,
to hopefully ensure the protection of American citizens. These beings are not
human, and they do not follow the law of the land, so we must either kill or be
killed in this situation. My only hope is that this bill becomes law, so that
our children, and our children’s children, will be able to live in peace, free
from these devils.’” Vincent smiled wide then and spoke in that hate-filled
voice, “Oh, Senator Hale, I do so love when people call us devils. It makes me
feel…powerful.” He laughed at his own words and then snapped his fingers again.
This time, a young woman was brought
into view, only she was unharmed. She was wearing the same robes as the others,
and was glaring at the senator, who was still whimpering and shivering on the
ground.
“This young lady here,” Vincent calmly
said, “is Miss Hale’s own daughter, Chloe.” He grabbed the senator by her hair
and wrenched her face upwards, forcing eye contact between mother and daughter.
“You see, Chloe here is like us. She’s different. She’s…a devil.” He laughed
again before continuing. “Miss Hale here found out her daughter’s ability to
control magic when Chloe was only four years old. And for the past thirteen
years, she has verbally and physically abused her own daughter, who had no idea
how to properly control her power in order to fight back.
“But, we taught her the control she
needed, and now, we’re going to allow young Chloe here to, as some might say,
make her mother taste her own medicine.” Chloe, with the same glare, reached
her hand out to her mother, placing it on her forehead. Her mother, tears now
streaming down, was trying to beg her to stop, but through the gag only
whimpers could be heard. Chloe closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and when she
opened her eyes, a stream of fire came from her hand, directly onto her mother,
covering the poor woman head to toe in flames. Despite the gag, her screams of
agony could clearly be heard, and she was kicked off screen by the two towering
men.
“We are the next step in human
evolution,” Vincent spoke, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “Either you stay
down, or you die. Any resistance shall be crushed. Nothing you throw at us can
stop us.” He breathed deeply, and then exhaled slowly before speaking again. “And
as for the so-called Hunters, stay out of our way. We’re making the world a
better place for our kind, so you’d be smart to let us. If any Hunter is caught
protecting the human garbage, they will be killed on the spot.”
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SpoilerI sat down at the bar and ordered a
beer. Looking around, I saw some of the cliché bar-goers; the bikers, the
loners, the old men, the chain smoking pool players. It was a bit too early for
any of the regulars just getting off of work, so the place was kind of empty,
not that I didn’t mind. I usually drank with just my roommates anyway, so I
generally didn’t like crowded bars.
I sighed and looked up at the rinky
dink television mounted on the wall, which showed a football game going on. I
never really enjoyed the sport, but since my roommates watched it, I was used
to hearing the generic announcer talk.
Looks like player x fumbled. He’s
clearly not in his A-game.
Oh, and it looked like they almost
had it for a second.
Not something I
really cared for.
Just when one of the teams was about
to score, the screen blacked out for a second, only to be replaced with a
solitary man standing in what looked like to be warehouse. He was fairly
average looking with a plain face and short, brown hair. The only thing he was
wearing was a black robe and an odd, eerie smile. He slowly walked towards the
camera and his smile grew even more, until it looked like his lips would crack
and fall off.
The bartender reached up and was
about to change the channel, but then the odd man on the screen spoke.
“Good evening, pathetic human filth.”
His voice was soft and calmly, belying his words.
“My name is Vincent, and I am the
leader of the Wraiths. Perhaps you’ve heard of us. If not, then let this be
your proper introduction.”
The bartender scoffed and changed
the channel, only to find this Vincent guy on the next channel.
“For those uninformed,” he said, “we
are the ones who have been gutting you like pigs. You see, we view humans as
inferior, and we decided we’ve had enough of letting you run the show.”
Suddenly, the whole bar grew dead
silent, as everyone was leaning in to listen to the rant of this insane man.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and looked
off screen, yelling, “Bring her in!”
At his words, two guys in similar
black robes came into view, holding a frail woman between them, shoving her
face first in front of Vincent. Her hands and legs were tied, preventing her
escape, and her clothes were ripped and torn in numerous places. She was gagged
with some cloth, and her skin was ashen and sweaty. I didn’t want to think of
what they had done to her.
Vincent grabbed the woman by the
hair and lifted her to her feet, his smile turning into a scowl, and his calm
voice changing into one filled with hatred and disgust. “This, ladies and
gentlemen, is Senator Hale. The fine Senator here spoke bad about us about a
week ago, and we didn’t really like that.” He smirked then and snapped his
fingers, and one of the others pulled a piece of paper from their robe, handing
it to him. He held the paper to the woman and spoke again in his calm voice, “Would
you like to tell them, or can I?”
She whimpered and tried to move away
from him, prompting one of the two others to smack her across the face, sending
her to her knees. She cried out and tears began to fall down her cheeks.
“Me?” Vincent mocked. “Well, Miss
Senator, I’m honored I can read it for you.” He cleared his throat. “‘It is in
my opinion that these people are not to be protected under the law. Their very
existence is a crime upon God’s good earth. That is why I’m signing this bill,
to hopefully ensure the protection of American citizens. These beings are not
human, and they do not follow the law of the land, so we must either kill or be
killed in this situation. My only hope is that this bill becomes law, so that
our children, and our children’s children, will be able to live in peace, free
from these devils.’” Vincent smiled wide then and spoke in that hate-filled
voice, “Oh, Senator Hale, I do so love when people call us devils. It makes me
feel…powerful.” He laughed at his own words and then snapped his fingers again.
This time, a young woman was brought
into view, only she was unharmed. She was wearing the same robes as the others,
and was glaring at the senator, who was still whimpering and shivering on the
ground.
“This young lady here,” Vincent calmly
said, “is Miss Hale’s own daughter, Chloe.” He grabbed the senator by her hair
and wrenched her face upwards, forcing eye contact between mother and daughter.
“You see, Chloe here is like us. She’s different. She’s…a devil.” He laughed
again before continuing. “Miss Hale here found out her daughter’s ability to
control magic when Chloe was only four years old. And for the past thirteen
years, she has verbally and physically abused her own daughter, who had no idea
how to properly control her power in order to fight back.
“But, we taught her the control she
needed, and now, we’re going to allow young Chloe here to, as some might say,
make her mother taste her own medicine.” Chloe, with the same glare, reached
her hand out to her mother, placing it on her forehead. Her mother, tears now
streaming down, was trying to beg her to stop, but through the gag only
whimpers could be heard. Chloe closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, and when she
opened her eyes, a stream of fire came from her hand, directly onto her mother,
covering the poor woman head to toe in flames. Despite the gag, her screams of
agony could clearly be heard, and she was kicked off screen by the two towering
men.
“We are the next step in human
evolution,” Vincent spoke, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “Either you stay
down, or you die. Any resistance shall be crushed. Nothing you throw at us can
stop us.” He breathed deeply, and then exhaled slowly before speaking again. “And
as for the so-called Hunters, stay out of our way. We’re making the world a
better place for our kind, so you’d be smart to let us. If any Hunter is caught
protecting the human garbage, they will be killed on the spot.”