Enter the disturbed dimension known as the Other Land. A world of darkness and hatred. A world that some humans are unfortunate enough or stupid enough to fall into. This tale tells of a young boy, who was 'gifted' with a curse upon entry, that may just help him survive. I kid of course; it will definitely help him survive.
Just a heads up to any authors that eventually start to like this thing. You can contact me if you want to write a story in the world or do a cross over with one of your stories. I would definitely be up for it.
Just so ye know, this be a prologue so it wont be too long.
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A small form huddled at the end of a twisted and foul alleyway. The figure curled up and shivering was nothing more than a small child, a young boy, no older than seven. The alleyway the child was shivering in was certainly no place for one so young. The walls were covered in spikes and barbs that only added to the desolate atmosphere of the area. However, it was not the questionable wall decorations or any sort of chill in the air that caused the boy to shiver as he was. It was the three ghouls that stood at the opening of the man mad crevice.
“Well, well. You little SHIT!” the most prominent of the three growled. His visage was one of horror, something that would only spawn in the deepest, most terrible nightmares. And maybe some creepy pastas. Sticking out of its green, melted skin on almost every part of his face; red, dripping horns stuck out for all to see. Its eyes were nothing but black, soulless pits that further accentuated its look of death. To add to it all, its mouth held no teeth, only bloody gums. However, the barbed tongue that rolled over its lips most definitely made up for that fact. Its clothing consisted of nothing but rags that seemed as if they were stitched to its very skin. The same went for its lackeys, only that the rags were also stitched over their faces.
“What makes you think that you can just crawl around my turf, WITHOUT my permission, and scurry away without any punishment!? Huh, you little bastard!?” It roared at the child who curled up to the wall even more, no doubt digging into the wall barbs.
“P-p-p-please... I-I just wanted a little food... Just out of the garbage! I swear!” the boy cried. The ghouls all laughed at the cowering child and the leader spoke up, “What’s your name, bastard?”
The child stopped snivelling and shakily replied, “J-Jeffrey...” The leader chuckled, “Well Jeffrey... I just wanted to know so I knew what to write above your corpse in your blood. As a sort of grave stone. I do have respect for the dead and all!” The leader dude whipped out its hand axe and approached the now crying child.
“Stop! Please... I don’t want to see anymore!” he screamed. “Heheh, okay then” the ghoul laughed, “Ill make sure to pull out your eyeballs. My treat!”
“Nooo! I don’t want to see... anymore... blood... your blood!” The ghoul stopped briefly before snarling, “I’m gonna skin you alive just for insinuating that you could hurt me you little shitball!”
It raised its axe and it shot down straight towards the boy who shut his eyes in terror.
*CLANG*
Leader dude suddenly went flying back down the alleyway and into one of his lackeys and a large form slowly stood up, revealing itself to be very different to the boy who was there just a moment ago.
The figures one glowing blue eye widened as it roared, “I’M GOING TO SEE BLOOD ALRIGHT! I’LL SEE IT AS I RIP YOUR SOUL OUT OF YOUR FLESH!!!” the figure, who was now obviously a she ran up to the still standing lackey and brought her newly appeared buzz saw weapon right down into its skull, nearly splitting its head.
“Fuck!” screamed the leader dude as it threw its other lackey straight towards the bezerk woman, who then proceeded to ram her buzz axe straight into the lackeys spine and then brutally ripped it out again as she screamed in glee, “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! YOU DEAD FLESH WALKING! I’m gonna take this guys legs and strap them to the bonnet of my car as DECORATIONS! Course, I’ll need to get a car first so I guess I’ll have to SELL YOUR ORGANS TO PAY FOR IT!!”
The leader screamed in terror and turned to run but an armoured hand grabbed its head, yanked it back, and slammed it into the ground. Before it could even say ‘ow’, it suddenly found that its eyeballs had been ripped out. “HOLY FUCK! MY EYES! AHHHHHHH!” it screamed as the armoured hand continued hold its head into the ground. The woman groaned loudly and yelled, “Ah, shut the fuck up! Eyes are for suckers! Ya don’t need them! I’d rip out my own, but I need it so I can watch THE BLOOD FOUNTAIN OUT OF YOUR ARTERIES AFTER I TEAR THEM OPEN!” The ghoul managed one final scream before the serrated saw end of her weapon was slammed down onto its neck, sepereating its head from its body.
The woman stood up over the carnage and let out a long maniacal laugh. She soon stopped and wandered out of the alleyway, speaking to herself, “Well that was a riot. All I need is an actual riot and my day will be complete! I wonder if there are any more ghouls around here to murder? Better find some more stuff to kill soon; I want to have a bit of fun before I turn back into my wussy self!”
Her maniacal laughter continued to fill the dread streets along with screams for a few hours after.
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Well, you know the story. The Other Land is ripe with evil and horrors. Rotten to the core. Residents more deseased then day-time gossip shows. And of course we have little Jeffery and the psychopathic killing machine that he turns into when he needs to the most.
Get ready to find out what hides under the monsters beds.
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The dark twisted streets shrouded in perpetual night were as silent as ever. The only sounds were that of screams as some sorry bastard finally got what was comming to them. Or just got the short end of the stick. Doesn't matter in the Other Land; if you die then you weren't trying hard enough not to. Idiot logic for sure, but it is the only logic they have in the unforgiving dimension.
However, one particular street was strangely cheerful. Cheerful as in someone was singing. That particular someone just happened to be coated in a thick layer of blood and was tossing a severed foot in the air. The figure was Jeffery in his transformed state, chuckling evilly over the kill she had just made. Just a few minutes ago, Jeffery had been minding his own business, trying to loot a carcass for food, when the one who had murdered the said carcass had returned and tried to kill Jeffery as well. Well, poor Jeffery was so frightened that he almost instantly transformed into the raging death machine that is what he has come to call Wrath. She made short work of the woulda-coulda-shoulda murderer and then decided, 'Fuck! I'm bored!' And wandered off in the hopes of finding something else to kill.
And so, we return to now, with Wraths glowing blue eye fixed on her killing weapon, having discarded the foot not to long ago. She stopped and sighed, "Damnit! I'm bored as all hell! I need ta kill something else! That worthless piece of decaying, puss dribbling, anal leakage wasn't any fun at all..." She decided to swing her axe, "Why can't a bloody riot or a massacre break out or something? Nothing's happening at all! I just want to RIP out someone's spine and SHOVE IT THROUGH THEIR SKULL!.... But of course I can't do that cause the selfish, lazy bastards won't come out of their cowering holes.... Useless...."
"Can't believe I actually have to LOOK for people to kill... Only video game characters do that..." Unbeknownst to her, as she continue to grumble over the lack of fools to slaughter, a set of cheerful eyes were set on her back. The figure who owned these eyes giggled to himself, "Ohohohoho! Look at this delicious little morsel. Ohhhh.... I could just grind that flesh between my teeth, it looks juicy and tender. Just like a newborn babe..."
Wrath stopped in her tracks and stood silent for a few second before looking around, surveying her surroundings, her eye shining over the buildings and alleyways like a searchlight looking for people to incarcerate. If she was not wearing her mask you would have been able to see an evil grin form on her face as she sang, "Come out, come out, my little future cadaver." The figure in the shadows frowned, 'She noticed me? Strange... I haven't willed myself to be noticed... Does she have some power that nullifies mine?'
When he looked up from his contemplation, he realised that the woman had dissapered. He swung his head around in search of her before he felt a chill run down his spine and he spun around to face nothing. His frown deepend as he began to wonder what the woman was playing at. He didn't notice her standing beside him until her axe sawed its way through his rib-cage and tore apart the soft and delicate organs residing within. He gasped and choked for air as she leaned in close to his face, before she jutted him in the head and sent him sprawling down the pathway, leaving a large chunk of his torso torn and dripping on the end of her axe.
"Hahahahahahaha! Well well, a little boring in the end but at least I got to kill something I suppose..." She proceeded to swing around her weapon in an attemp to get the dangling flesh off of it, and did not notice her victim rise up onto his feet.
"Huh?" She grunted as she turned around. The sight that greeted her wasnt that pleasant. Well, it was the norm for her, but to the average person it wasn't. The figure who was now revealed to be some demonic little mime creature with a comedy mask sewn to his face, seem to be exposing rake like claws from his his hands as jagged spikes of bone burst out of every part of his body, including his face. "That wasn't very nice", he said, somehow in his usual voice, "I only wanted to make you feel wonderful... But then you had to go and try to kill me."
Wrath scowled and grumbled, "Yeah. And therein lies the problem, ya fungal infected speutum. Why aren't you dead?" The mime chuckled in a condescending manner and replied, "Well, that is my own little secret now it's it? I'm an unpredictable person. I can help you or hinder you, love you or hate you, rape you or bake you a pie. I'm just a mysterious guy."
Wrath just stood and stared at the mime creature, who now really seemed like he desreved to die due to that douchey rhyme. Just as she was about to make a leap for the bastard he held up his hand and she froze, a bright light beginning to envelope her. "I'll tell you what my angry little munchkin. I'm amused by you. And impressed. You saw me when I did not want to be seen and actually took me by suprise." As he said this, his body seemed to be returning to its original shape, "So I'm going to do something very unpredictable! I'm going to send you back to the mortal realm!"
Wraths eye widened in shock and apparent anger as she growled, "Wait a fucking minute! You mean earth!?" The mime looked thoughtful for a moment before he laughed, "Well yes! In a manner of speaking anyway. Oh! And just so you know, there are going to be some very strange things there, and some tasks you must do. But... I won't ruin the suprise! So... Toodoloo!"
And just as Wrath was going to scream at his for doing another douchey rhyme, the light around her grew blinding, and she disappeared.
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Well... What do ya think?