Atherium
Filthy Casual
Prologue
"Father, are you sure this is the right way?" The young man asked as he followed his father. He was in his low 20s, 23 at the most. His pure black eyes reflected the light of the fire from the torch he held, as he and his old man were descending through what looked like a cave. His father, an archaeology professor, has taken him on what he called "The most exciting discovery of the 21st century". After having researched the whole history of the zone upon which Alcove Hills City was built, Richard came to discover that well underneath the now modern metropolis lain an ancient city, razed to the ground thousands of years ago by an yet unknown force. And here he was, Richard Melbourne, leading his son through the recently unearthed tunnel that he assumed led to the bowels of the olden city that, oddly enough, bore no name.
"Of course I am sure, Christian, what do you believe me, some sort of silly lab scientist who doesn't know what planet he lives on?" Richard replied with his usual sass and sarcasm, highly irritated by his son, who seemed to not exactly enjoy the excursion. And indeed, Christian was not precisely an archaeology enthusiast, yet his father had been dragging him around since he was a little boy, in hopes that he might just find a deep buried love for the science. But not even now, in his 20s, the young Christian did not find his passion. But his father was stalwart in his attempts, so the young man was nearly forced to walk through the places his father did. "There it is!" Richard spoke as he pointed to the end of the tunnel, and, by the mere appreciation, they must have been quite a few hundred of feet under the ground of Alcove Hills.
A few more steps led them into a strange underground structure. A square room, not larger than a few feet in length and width. The room looked just like an old, ancient dungeon. Upon a close inspection, one could notice the bricks it was made of, corroded, scratched and nearly eaten away by time. The eyes of the old archaeologist nearly watered as he cast a gaze around and spoke in such a low tone, as if he tried his best not to disturb the dormant beauty. "Take a look at this, Christian. This is the most wonderful discovery that has been unearthed in the 21st century, and it is all mine." He spoke, excitedly, all while Christian rolled his eyes. "It's just a room, dad, an old room that was probably a bunker. Nothing more."
The skepticism of his son made the old man sigh, before slowly growing angry. Turning around, he prepared to grab his son by the arm, when shuffling resounded with a strange echo. "Did you hear that?" Richard whispered the question as he turned around again, gazing straight toward the rusted metal gate that was leading down a corridor from the room, probably towards the city. It would seem like the room the two stood in was not a dungeon, but the end of a sewer circuit. The two now focused fully on their surrounding, were simply standing, trying to pick up the next sound. "Father, look there!" Christian almost yelled a warning as he saw what looked like two pair of eyes glimmering in the darkness beyond the gate the two faced.
As they were focusing their full attention towards the gate, the two did not even notice the shadow pools that formed just at their feet. By the time their attention shifted towards the fumes that rose near them, they only saw how from the pools of darkness formed, from mere ether, two shadowed form, cloaked. Red eyes sparked devilishly from under the hoods of the humanoid forms between they stepped closer to the archaeologist and his son. The two did not have an escape, and the encounter itself shocked them to the point where they were unable to sketch a move before sharp daggers penetrated through their hearts. Blood dripped and colored the stone floor as the explorers fell, first to their knees and then laying in the pools of their own blood, twitching slightly in the throes of death as they tried desperately to claw at their own, fading life forces. One of the cloaked forms nodded to the other, before they both vanished in the same shadow pools they have arisen from, leaving behind just the two corpses, in a place that nobody was ever to find them.
My name is Logan
Alcove Hills, night time. The very best time for an undercover investigator to go out and find information. The city itself was, as Logan discovered, nearly dead by the day, with only people who went and came back from work. However, the situation was always changing as then was when the nightclubs were opening, welcoming into them the different sorts of people found within the City, but otherwise busy during the day. The White Sin club, a name that was more than obviously a suggestion of what sort of drugs were usually being abused in the club, That was his best shot. Not only were drugged people easier to get to, they were also usually very loud mouthed, given that you offered them the right things. At least that was what Logan knew, through his vast experience.
Parking his car in the dark parking lot that was just a few feet away from the club's entrance, ne noticed that, on another car just a bit away from him, a couple became way too touchy and too free, taking things that others would do in their own, personal bedroom, to the outside. Nobody cared, however, it was past 12 in the midnight, and the two were drugged to the bone. The only way someone could put a stop to their sweet not-so-private session was if a patrol car passed by and saw them. Which usually did not happen, since the police cared little for what happened at night, unless it was a murder or a theft. Exiting the car, Logan stood now, prepared to enter the club.
The black leather trench and the boots he wore made him indeed blend in the crowd as he finally descended down the stairs into the club, being greeted by the loud music. It was Marilyn Manson's Tainted Love currently playing, and the song's manner caused most of the club goers, who were in the vast majority goths or other variation of alternative currents, become more touchy, more sensual, up to the point where Logan could spot certain men, and women alike, driving their hands right into the pants of their partners. It seemed sexuality was at home here, and so was snorting cocaine. Mostly every table was bearing the remnants of the white powder that the drug addicts oh so adored.
Taking a seat at a bar stool, right next to a redhead clad all in leather clothing, who appeared to be alone, he ordered the bartender a shot, trying to blend in with the crowd to the best of his abilities. It wasn't hard, at all, as he too was otherwise, a part of the underground community, through the music that he listened to when at home or in the car. As the bartender placed his shot before him, he nodded, as he took out a pack of cigarettes. It was now just a matter of waiting until he would find the right person to start speaking to. He had to find out about the strange occurrences in the city, of late. People reportedly spotting weird, hooded shadows striding the streets at night, strange energies raising from beneath the ground. It must have been something foul behind it. And he was going to find out what.
"Father, are you sure this is the right way?" The young man asked as he followed his father. He was in his low 20s, 23 at the most. His pure black eyes reflected the light of the fire from the torch he held, as he and his old man were descending through what looked like a cave. His father, an archaeology professor, has taken him on what he called "The most exciting discovery of the 21st century". After having researched the whole history of the zone upon which Alcove Hills City was built, Richard came to discover that well underneath the now modern metropolis lain an ancient city, razed to the ground thousands of years ago by an yet unknown force. And here he was, Richard Melbourne, leading his son through the recently unearthed tunnel that he assumed led to the bowels of the olden city that, oddly enough, bore no name.
"Of course I am sure, Christian, what do you believe me, some sort of silly lab scientist who doesn't know what planet he lives on?" Richard replied with his usual sass and sarcasm, highly irritated by his son, who seemed to not exactly enjoy the excursion. And indeed, Christian was not precisely an archaeology enthusiast, yet his father had been dragging him around since he was a little boy, in hopes that he might just find a deep buried love for the science. But not even now, in his 20s, the young Christian did not find his passion. But his father was stalwart in his attempts, so the young man was nearly forced to walk through the places his father did. "There it is!" Richard spoke as he pointed to the end of the tunnel, and, by the mere appreciation, they must have been quite a few hundred of feet under the ground of Alcove Hills.
A few more steps led them into a strange underground structure. A square room, not larger than a few feet in length and width. The room looked just like an old, ancient dungeon. Upon a close inspection, one could notice the bricks it was made of, corroded, scratched and nearly eaten away by time. The eyes of the old archaeologist nearly watered as he cast a gaze around and spoke in such a low tone, as if he tried his best not to disturb the dormant beauty. "Take a look at this, Christian. This is the most wonderful discovery that has been unearthed in the 21st century, and it is all mine." He spoke, excitedly, all while Christian rolled his eyes. "It's just a room, dad, an old room that was probably a bunker. Nothing more."
The skepticism of his son made the old man sigh, before slowly growing angry. Turning around, he prepared to grab his son by the arm, when shuffling resounded with a strange echo. "Did you hear that?" Richard whispered the question as he turned around again, gazing straight toward the rusted metal gate that was leading down a corridor from the room, probably towards the city. It would seem like the room the two stood in was not a dungeon, but the end of a sewer circuit. The two now focused fully on their surrounding, were simply standing, trying to pick up the next sound. "Father, look there!" Christian almost yelled a warning as he saw what looked like two pair of eyes glimmering in the darkness beyond the gate the two faced.
As they were focusing their full attention towards the gate, the two did not even notice the shadow pools that formed just at their feet. By the time their attention shifted towards the fumes that rose near them, they only saw how from the pools of darkness formed, from mere ether, two shadowed form, cloaked. Red eyes sparked devilishly from under the hoods of the humanoid forms between they stepped closer to the archaeologist and his son. The two did not have an escape, and the encounter itself shocked them to the point where they were unable to sketch a move before sharp daggers penetrated through their hearts. Blood dripped and colored the stone floor as the explorers fell, first to their knees and then laying in the pools of their own blood, twitching slightly in the throes of death as they tried desperately to claw at their own, fading life forces. One of the cloaked forms nodded to the other, before they both vanished in the same shadow pools they have arisen from, leaving behind just the two corpses, in a place that nobody was ever to find them.
My name is Logan
Alcove Hills, night time. The very best time for an undercover investigator to go out and find information. The city itself was, as Logan discovered, nearly dead by the day, with only people who went and came back from work. However, the situation was always changing as then was when the nightclubs were opening, welcoming into them the different sorts of people found within the City, but otherwise busy during the day. The White Sin club, a name that was more than obviously a suggestion of what sort of drugs were usually being abused in the club, That was his best shot. Not only were drugged people easier to get to, they were also usually very loud mouthed, given that you offered them the right things. At least that was what Logan knew, through his vast experience.
Parking his car in the dark parking lot that was just a few feet away from the club's entrance, ne noticed that, on another car just a bit away from him, a couple became way too touchy and too free, taking things that others would do in their own, personal bedroom, to the outside. Nobody cared, however, it was past 12 in the midnight, and the two were drugged to the bone. The only way someone could put a stop to their sweet not-so-private session was if a patrol car passed by and saw them. Which usually did not happen, since the police cared little for what happened at night, unless it was a murder or a theft. Exiting the car, Logan stood now, prepared to enter the club.
The black leather trench and the boots he wore made him indeed blend in the crowd as he finally descended down the stairs into the club, being greeted by the loud music. It was Marilyn Manson's Tainted Love currently playing, and the song's manner caused most of the club goers, who were in the vast majority goths or other variation of alternative currents, become more touchy, more sensual, up to the point where Logan could spot certain men, and women alike, driving their hands right into the pants of their partners. It seemed sexuality was at home here, and so was snorting cocaine. Mostly every table was bearing the remnants of the white powder that the drug addicts oh so adored.
Taking a seat at a bar stool, right next to a redhead clad all in leather clothing, who appeared to be alone, he ordered the bartender a shot, trying to blend in with the crowd to the best of his abilities. It wasn't hard, at all, as he too was otherwise, a part of the underground community, through the music that he listened to when at home or in the car. As the bartender placed his shot before him, he nodded, as he took out a pack of cigarettes. It was now just a matter of waiting until he would find the right person to start speaking to. He had to find out about the strange occurrences in the city, of late. People reportedly spotting weird, hooded shadows striding the streets at night, strange energies raising from beneath the ground. It must have been something foul behind it. And he was going to find out what.
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