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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 6042284" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Silent Scream: Part 7 – The Thirteenth Hour</strong></p><p></p><p>“The manor defenses are running full tilt!” came Guppy’s voice, echoing through the telepathic connection in their heads. </p><p></p><p>Outside, children were torn apart by gunfire from the manor rooftops. Automated drones swept the grounds, coldly picking and eliminating their targets. Child after child went down in a spray of bullets.</p><p></p><p>“Christ!” shrieked Fiona, a machinegun in her grip pointed at Vanvon’s back, whom she didn’t trust. “They’re sending children now?”</p><p></p><p>“Those aren’t children,” said Mrs. Jenkins. Her housedress was torn in several places. “Those are eyeless little monsters.”</p><p></p><p>Archive nodded. “The Children of Y’golonac, that crawl on his bulk.”</p><p></p><p>“That means Y’golonac is coming.” Hammer reloaded both of his Glocks.</p><p></p><p>“Where’s Kalms?” Jim-Bean rummaged around in his satchel for the crystal ball. “He’s got to be involved in this somehow.”</p><p></p><p>He put his fingertips to the crystal and concentrated.</p><p></p><p>His vision swept up and out the uppermost window of the manor; up, up, up…and then straight down at the huge, headless, fat mountain that clambered towards the manor house, surrounded by scampering eyeless children. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean zoomed in. The thing was naked, but he could make out a tattoo on one arm, of an anchor. </p><p></p><p>The same tattoo on…</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean snapped out of his vision to stare at the front door. “Yep, it’s Kalms.”</p><p></p><p>BOOM! A gouge worthy of a great white tore splinters out of the sturdy oak door. The children slapped their tiny mawed hands against the windows. </p><p></p><p>“Open fire!” shouted Hammer. </p><p></p><p>Mrs. Jenkins, armed with a shotgun, Alfred armed with his pistol, and Fiona armed with her submachinegun all let loose on Y’golonac’s children, who seemed oblivious to the threat of harm. For every one that fell another eyeless, searching face filled the gap. </p><p></p><p>BOOM! The wood began to splinter. The wall cracked beneath the terrific force of whatever was outside hammering upon it.</p><p></p><p>“We can’t fight him!” shouted Archive. “He can only be banished.”</p><p></p><p>“How?” asked Hammer. </p><p></p><p>“That knife!” Archive pointed at the knife tucked into Jim-Bean’s belt buckle. “Let me see it!”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean tossed him the knife. </p><p></p><p>BOOM! One of the doors groaned as it began to tear from its hinges. Dust fell all around them. </p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Archive twisted the hilt of the blade in his hands and a thin piece of paper slipped out. “This is the banish ritual! Hold him off until I can complete it!”</p><p></p><p>“Hold him off?” asked Fiona. “With what?”</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Nos-feratos-allo-memnon-kanda!</span>” shouted Archive. </p><p></p><p>The massive bulk squeezed its way through the front doorway. Hammer, Jim-Bean, Fiona, and the Jenkins let loose with everything they had.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Kanda! Samonda Roba Areda Gyes Indy En-zeen, Nos-Feratos!</span>” chanted Archive. </p><p></p><p>Flesh tore and ripped, oozing greasy yellow fat tinged with red veins. But still the massive bulk kept coming. First one arm, the fangs in the palm gaping as wide, then another. </p><p></p><p>“Archive…!” shouted Hammer, as the Y’golonac’s full form stretched out, blocking out the chandelier’s light above.</p><p></p><p>Archive’s chant reached a fever pitch as he finished reading from the scroll. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Nos-feratos - Amen-non. Ak-adeem! Razin - Arozonia...Kanda!</span>”</p><p></p><p>Y’golonac froze. Smoke poured from its dual slobbering maws as distant demonical screams screeched from its hands. The body caved inward upon itself, collapsing to the floor in smoldering heap. Finally, nothing was left but burnt clothing and a blackish grey ooze on the floor where its body once was.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 6042284, member: 3285"] [b]Silent Scream: Part 7 – The Thirteenth Hour[/b] “The manor defenses are running full tilt!” came Guppy’s voice, echoing through the telepathic connection in their heads. Outside, children were torn apart by gunfire from the manor rooftops. Automated drones swept the grounds, coldly picking and eliminating their targets. Child after child went down in a spray of bullets. “Christ!” shrieked Fiona, a machinegun in her grip pointed at Vanvon’s back, whom she didn’t trust. “They’re sending children now?” “Those aren’t children,” said Mrs. Jenkins. Her housedress was torn in several places. “Those are eyeless little monsters.” Archive nodded. “The Children of Y’golonac, that crawl on his bulk.” “That means Y’golonac is coming.” Hammer reloaded both of his Glocks. “Where’s Kalms?” Jim-Bean rummaged around in his satchel for the crystal ball. “He’s got to be involved in this somehow.” He put his fingertips to the crystal and concentrated. His vision swept up and out the uppermost window of the manor; up, up, up…and then straight down at the huge, headless, fat mountain that clambered towards the manor house, surrounded by scampering eyeless children. Jim-Bean zoomed in. The thing was naked, but he could make out a tattoo on one arm, of an anchor. The same tattoo on… Jim-Bean snapped out of his vision to stare at the front door. “Yep, it’s Kalms.” BOOM! A gouge worthy of a great white tore splinters out of the sturdy oak door. The children slapped their tiny mawed hands against the windows. “Open fire!” shouted Hammer. Mrs. Jenkins, armed with a shotgun, Alfred armed with his pistol, and Fiona armed with her submachinegun all let loose on Y’golonac’s children, who seemed oblivious to the threat of harm. For every one that fell another eyeless, searching face filled the gap. BOOM! The wood began to splinter. The wall cracked beneath the terrific force of whatever was outside hammering upon it. “We can’t fight him!” shouted Archive. “He can only be banished.” “How?” asked Hammer. “That knife!” Archive pointed at the knife tucked into Jim-Bean’s belt buckle. “Let me see it!” Jim-Bean tossed him the knife. BOOM! One of the doors groaned as it began to tear from its hinges. Dust fell all around them. “Yes,” Archive twisted the hilt of the blade in his hands and a thin piece of paper slipped out. “This is the banish ritual! Hold him off until I can complete it!” “Hold him off?” asked Fiona. “With what?” “[FONT="Impact"]Nos-feratos-allo-memnon-kanda![/FONT]” shouted Archive. The massive bulk squeezed its way through the front doorway. Hammer, Jim-Bean, Fiona, and the Jenkins let loose with everything they had. “[FONT="Impact"]Kanda! Samonda Roba Areda Gyes Indy En-zeen, Nos-Feratos![/FONT]” chanted Archive. Flesh tore and ripped, oozing greasy yellow fat tinged with red veins. But still the massive bulk kept coming. First one arm, the fangs in the palm gaping as wide, then another. “Archive…!” shouted Hammer, as the Y’golonac’s full form stretched out, blocking out the chandelier’s light above. Archive’s chant reached a fever pitch as he finished reading from the scroll. “[FONT="Impact"]Nos-feratos - Amen-non. Ak-adeem! Razin - Arozonia...Kanda![/FONT]” Y’golonac froze. Smoke poured from its dual slobbering maws as distant demonical screams screeched from its hands. The body caved inward upon itself, collapsing to the floor in smoldering heap. Finally, nothing was left but burnt clothing and a blackish grey ooze on the floor where its body once was. [/QUOTE]
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