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The eight Atenists lay dead on the floor, three with slashed-open bellies and ashy mouths agape, blackened tongues lolling out. The other five did not even have the fortune of having heads left.
The last of them standing was a balding, rotund, middle-aged man in a stained robe, bearing the sign of the black sun, painted on with ashes. He looked like he may have been a friendly enough sort before he drank deep of the black water. He blazed away at Anna with his rusted PPSh, splintering open the date crates in the warehouse, sending wood and pulp flying as the woman swiftly zig-zagged from stack to stack, diving, rolling, leaping, always managing to stay just one step ahead. His gun *clicked* and he raised his other hand, a black fire coagulating above his curled fingers, the gash he had slashed into his palm so that the eye may see bleeding upwards into the flame, slowly tinting it red.
"THE BLACK SUN WILL SCORCH THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, AND THEN YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERST-" The last thing to leave his mouth was a ghastly cough and black bile as he unceremoniously slumped to the floor. Anna snarled, a grim smile of satisfaction crossing her face, "I don't think it will." She twisted the blackened machete she had shoved deep into his chest, then violently ripped it out. She turned to leave. That was the sixth of those weird artifacts she'd secured this week.
The eight Atenists lay dead on the floor, three with slashed-open bellies and ashy mouths agape, blackened tongues lolling out. The other five did not even have the fortune of having heads left.
The last of them standing was a balding, rotund, middle-aged man in a stained robe, bearing the sign of the black sun, painted on with ashes. He looked like he may have been a friendly enough sort before he drank deep of the black water. He blazed away at Anna with his rusted PPSh, splintering open the date crates in the warehouse, sending wood and pulp flying as the woman swiftly zig-zagged from stack to stack, diving, rolling, leaping, always managing to stay just one step ahead. His gun *clicked* and he raised his other hand, a black fire coagulating above his curled fingers, the gash he had slashed into his palm so that the eye may see bleeding upwards into the flame, slowly tinting it red.
"THE BLACK SUN WILL SCORCH THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, AND THEN YOU WILL FINALLY UNDERST-" The last thing to leave his mouth was a ghastly cough and black bile as he unceremoniously slumped to the floor. Anna snarled, a grim smile of satisfaction crossing her face, "I don't think it will." She twisted the blackened machete she had shoved deep into his chest, then violently ripped it out. She turned to leave. That was the sixth of those weird artifacts she'd secured this week.
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July 13th, 2010
Anna fumbled for her keys, unlocking the door to her apartment building. Second week of counseling. They'd promised they'd hook her up with a job before her rent was due but all she'd received were promises... She tugged her raincoat's hood down, and opened her mailbox, rooting through... Bills, junk... the previous resident's old subscriptions... She was about to close the box and trudge upstairs when she noticed a plain white envelope...
"FOR ANNA MARIS"
The words were written across it in scrawled cursive. There was no return address. No markings. Like someone had just deposited a random, unmarked envelope in there. She was about to throw it out when curiosity got the better of her and she tore it open, unfolding the paper within. It listed the address of a cheap Chinese place a couple blocks down in the same handwriting. "Ask Mr. Frank Chen about the back room." it said. "Ask them how they make the special. You'll know what to do after that."
"When it's done call this number"
A local commercial phone number was written across the bottom of the page.
Anna was about to toss it. Cryptic garbage and who the hell knew what kind of trouble it could lead to... then she unfolded the bottom of the paper and a check fell out. She bent over and picked it up. Four months' rent. Addressed to her. From the checkbook of a Mr. Frank Chen. All it lacked was the man's signature.
July 13th, 2010
Anna fumbled for her keys, unlocking the door to her apartment building. Second week of counseling. They'd promised they'd hook her up with a job before her rent was due but all she'd received were promises... She tugged her raincoat's hood down, and opened her mailbox, rooting through... Bills, junk... the previous resident's old subscriptions... She was about to close the box and trudge upstairs when she noticed a plain white envelope...
"FOR ANNA MARIS"
The words were written across it in scrawled cursive. There was no return address. No markings. Like someone had just deposited a random, unmarked envelope in there. She was about to throw it out when curiosity got the better of her and she tore it open, unfolding the paper within. It listed the address of a cheap Chinese place a couple blocks down in the same handwriting. "Ask Mr. Frank Chen about the back room." it said. "Ask them how they make the special. You'll know what to do after that."
"When it's done call this number"
A local commercial phone number was written across the bottom of the page.
Anna was about to toss it. Cryptic garbage and who the hell knew what kind of trouble it could lead to... then she unfolded the bottom of the paper and a check fell out. She bent over and picked it up. Four months' rent. Addressed to her. From the checkbook of a Mr. Frank Chen. All it lacked was the man's signature.