Under the barrow, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Diary of an occult resolution assistant.
A blinding flash and a crack that reminded me of an electircal terminal arcing happened the moment the evil creater touched me and instantly a smell of ozone and burnt cabbage masked the other unaromatic scents of the dug out room. The thing, whatever it was was now in the corner in the darkest shadow screaming foul obsenities at me in mulpiple languages. I did not know the meaning or translation of a lot of these words but I knew swearing and cursing when it was aimed at me in any language.
The man looked shocked, at first I though him concerned that the creature had attacked, but then as I looked over and moved towards him he backed away in fear.
"What are you? What did you do to it?" He asked with open eyes as wide as poached eggs cut in half, and just as runny.
"I don't know, but I think its something to do with this." I said revealing my tattoo. The outlines glowed black - and black can glow, I didn't realise it could but it throbbed with darkness and nothing so it stood out and pulsed under my skin; the symbols or words that marked the major points across it hinted at shades of purple in a circle almost as if a radar screen was within my chest spinning around and highlighting each symbol in turn.
"You cannot be here." Screamed the creature in broken English mixed with what could be ancient Hebrew or Klingon for all I knew. "You are not welcome here, go, go, go ,GO!"
I pressed my advantage over the sniviling wretch of a thing and stepped towards the dark shadows at the back of the room, I saw the creature try to pull its boney body into an impossibly small recess, it faired as well as a large dog trying to push its head into a small raddit hole.
"I will not go. I came here for a reason. To collect a package You give it to me and I will leave with it." I purposfully used small sentences to mark my point, snapping each one off with as much authority and strength as I could muster. The creature tried to wriggle itself through the solid earth wall to escape my gaze upon it and it gave a long drawn out scream of terror. It then cried, large tears forming in each of its dirty bloodshot eyes that turned to rivers that washed dirt and grime down its cheeks and showed a softer pink bellow.
I took pity on the thing and formed my face into a softer visage, I hadn't realised how I had screwed it up and with the realise of tension in the muscles I realised they ached from distortion as I shouted at it. I backed away and folded my arms across my chest, not wanting to back down entirely and show weakness; but I did thinkto myself what would I have done if it came at me again or had continued its defiance in the dark. I wouldn't have been able to kick it or attack with my hands in anyway, even if I had little options I knew that as fact; but what would I have done? Luckily I didn't need to findout because the small thing started to unfurl and step slowly out of the shadows and into the flickering candle light around the edges of the rough dug out room.
"The package." Said the thing. "You can't have it, its the Master's and he cannot give it away."
"Who is the Master?" I asked, I knew there was a capital M on the title, there always is when an underling says it for dramatic effect. "I have come for a package and I will leave with one or I will get very angry with you." I stamped my foot hard in its direction and it flew off towards the curtained partition crying loudly waving its hands above its head as if to ward of any attacks that my target there.
I followed, carefully looking at what was a head of me down the tunnel incase more of these things were there waiting.
"Don't leave me." Came a thin voice behind me and I was shocked that I had forgotten all about the man that was chained there.
"How can I releace you?" I asked looking around for keys, a saw or anyother way of removing manicals from flesh without causing anymore damage than was there already. I felt useless, unable to do anything for the man, but I approached and pulled on the chains which were deeply embedded into the stone; the cuffs and neck brace were fastened hard with a large lock that was as old as the hills but not as corroded as needed to pull it apart. The man looked sad and hung his head low, pulling away from me and sitting against his anchor pulling himself into a ball, hugging his knees tight to his chest.
"I fear no one can free me from this because it is I who put myself here."
With nothing else to do I turned and left the man to his fate cursing with every footstep I took away from him that I could not help more and promicing myself if I could I would come back for him. I did not vocalise this promice because deep down I didn't think I would ever leave this place, let alone be able to take him with me if I did.
The man looked shocked, at first I though him concerned that the creature had attacked, but then as I looked over and moved towards him he backed away in fear.
"What are you? What did you do to it?" He asked with open eyes as wide as poached eggs cut in half, and just as runny.
"I don't know, but I think its something to do with this." I said revealing my tattoo. The outlines glowed black - and black can glow, I didn't realise it could but it throbbed with darkness and nothing so it stood out and pulsed under my skin; the symbols or words that marked the major points across it hinted at shades of purple in a circle almost as if a radar screen was within my chest spinning around and highlighting each symbol in turn.
"You cannot be here." Screamed the creature in broken English mixed with what could be ancient Hebrew or Klingon for all I knew. "You are not welcome here, go, go, go ,GO!"
I pressed my advantage over the sniviling wretch of a thing and stepped towards the dark shadows at the back of the room, I saw the creature try to pull its boney body into an impossibly small recess, it faired as well as a large dog trying to push its head into a small raddit hole.
"I will not go. I came here for a reason. To collect a package You give it to me and I will leave with it." I purposfully used small sentences to mark my point, snapping each one off with as much authority and strength as I could muster. The creature tried to wriggle itself through the solid earth wall to escape my gaze upon it and it gave a long drawn out scream of terror. It then cried, large tears forming in each of its dirty bloodshot eyes that turned to rivers that washed dirt and grime down its cheeks and showed a softer pink bellow.
I took pity on the thing and formed my face into a softer visage, I hadn't realised how I had screwed it up and with the realise of tension in the muscles I realised they ached from distortion as I shouted at it. I backed away and folded my arms across my chest, not wanting to back down entirely and show weakness; but I did thinkto myself what would I have done if it came at me again or had continued its defiance in the dark. I wouldn't have been able to kick it or attack with my hands in anyway, even if I had little options I knew that as fact; but what would I have done? Luckily I didn't need to findout because the small thing started to unfurl and step slowly out of the shadows and into the flickering candle light around the edges of the rough dug out room.
"The package." Said the thing. "You can't have it, its the Master's and he cannot give it away."
"Who is the Master?" I asked, I knew there was a capital M on the title, there always is when an underling says it for dramatic effect. "I have come for a package and I will leave with one or I will get very angry with you." I stamped my foot hard in its direction and it flew off towards the curtained partition crying loudly waving its hands above its head as if to ward of any attacks that my target there.
I followed, carefully looking at what was a head of me down the tunnel incase more of these things were there waiting.
"Don't leave me." Came a thin voice behind me and I was shocked that I had forgotten all about the man that was chained there.
"How can I releace you?" I asked looking around for keys, a saw or anyother way of removing manicals from flesh without causing anymore damage than was there already. I felt useless, unable to do anything for the man, but I approached and pulled on the chains which were deeply embedded into the stone; the cuffs and neck brace were fastened hard with a large lock that was as old as the hills but not as corroded as needed to pull it apart. The man looked sad and hung his head low, pulling away from me and sitting against his anchor pulling himself into a ball, hugging his knees tight to his chest.
"I fear no one can free me from this because it is I who put myself here."
With nothing else to do I turned and left the man to his fate cursing with every footstep I took away from him that I could not help more and promicing myself if I could I would come back for him. I did not vocalise this promice because deep down I didn't think I would ever leave this place, let alone be able to take him with me if I did.
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