Khazetuhas Beginning

Post by **Khazetuha** » Sun Oct 05, 2003 3:28 am

-OOC- 
I will be writing this in parts. They will be semi short but at the end will combine to form a fairly well sized fic. Comments would be appriciated, and very much accepted. I know, this first one is short, but it will continue later. EZboard kinda butchered the formatting. 
-FIC- 
<div style="text-align:center">The Truth and the Lies</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">History of Khazetuhas Creation</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">Time:4,862 years before now. (Khazetuha is 4,862 currently.)</div> 
<div style="text-align:center"> Introduction </div> 
“Cube”. Who is “Cube”? No one really knows who “Cube” is. Some say hes a scientist. Some say he is a soldier. Some say he doesnt even eixst. Noone has ever seen Cube. Only heard him. Cube has no form. Has no shape. If he does, nobody knows it. Cube only talks through a communications bunker northwest of the city of Paladia, in the Asguard Moutains. You want to talk to Cube? You go to that bunker. Though very few attempted to go there. Most that do never come back. Only the ones Cube wants to speak with ever make it out alive. The others disappear. 
<div style="text-align:center">Part 1-Debut of Cube</div> 
Demis walked slowly across the desert. It was hot. He was sweaty. And thus he was very upset at the moment. But he couldnt do anything about it. When the master wanted him to do something, he knew hed better get in gear and do it or face horrible consequences. Still, he could be grouchy about it, couldnt he? At least to himself anyways. It wasent too much further. He could see the bunker about a mile away. What was so special about it? His master had told him to go to that bunker. Didnt tell him why or what to do. Whatever. It didnt matter to Demis. Just get this over with and get back. 
 
Its too damn hot to be trekking through some desert on a day where I would be better off in aiding the siege of Zandas. But noooooo. I have to go to some old bunker in an empty desert. Real real fun. 
 
Sighing he went into a sprint. Might as well hurry along. Five minutes later he was at the base of the bunker. It stood roughly 20 feet tall and about the width of a small house. Approaching the front-center access door, he punched in the code. S-Q-U-A-R-E. It was an odd code. But, the door slid open and he stepped in. Some 4 steps led down to a flat landing. The bunker was well lit, big light bulbs shaped like cylandirs strewn across the walls, protected by transparant coverings. The walls were a dull grey color, and there was alot of computer equipment. He was told to just wait when he got here. Spotting a large recliner-like chair, he thought he might as well make the best of this, and plopped down in it. No sooner than he did that then some of the equipment suddenly powered on. He stumbled backwards and out of the chair, startled. 
 
What the hell? 
 
A large screen came out from the wall, and turned on. But there was nothing but snow on the screen. No picture at all. 
 
Figures its broke. 
 
A voice. A voice like nothing he had ever heard before. It was clearly a mans voice, but it was both low and high at the same time. The sound of it sent chills down his spine. 
 
Yes. These old things are a bit of trouble, wouldnt you say? Always fuzzing and popping, busting and breaking. But disorder is good. Destruction is good. It cleanses the mind and soul. Pain is the feelgood remedy for us [/i] 
 
Demis stood aghast. Where was this voice coming from? It was clearly not from the Comms Radio. It was all around him it seemed. 
 
Where the hell are you? WHO the hell are you?? 
 
The air shivered and wavered. 
 
I am in a place wich all can see but what none can find. And who am I? You may refer to me as “Cube”. Oh, and watch your feet. 
 
Before he had time to react, Demis fell into a trapdoor in the ground. Down, down he fell into the blackness. Falling, falling. It was so sudden that Demis blacked out. Where he was falling to was uknown. He did not hear Cube’s next words. 
 
Dont worry. You wont be hurt. But your aide is required. Experiment 666 will begin shortly, 
 
=EDIT= 
Got Khazes age wrong. Er heh heh. Will continue the story when I have time. 
=ENDEDIT= 

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Post by **Khazetuha** » Tue Nov 18, 2003 8:42 am

-Part 2- 
The Laboratory 
 
Demis awoke, and immediately shuddered as he felt a cold blast of air hit him in the face. Surrounded by darkness, Demis had no idea where he was, or how he got there. Scanning the room, he couldnt make out anything. Way too dark. Standing up slowly, he wiped his brow. It was hot. 
 
...what does this psycho want with me...? 
 
He couldnt remember anything beyond the fall. Reaching into his pack, he brought forth a flare grenade. Pulling the pin, he tossed it away from him, and the resulting flare filled the room with light. What he saw would be with him even past his grave. The walls, ceiling, and most of the floor was covered in bodies. Endless bodies, of creatures of all sorts, linked up to machines and tubes. 
 
What the hell... 
 
Different colored fluids were traveling in and out of the bodies through the tubes, and the bodies looked quite obviously mutated. It seemed this was some sort of genocide factory... 
 
Do you like my lab? 
 
Demis whirled around, and a short guy in black robes was standing behind him. The voice he had heard though, did not come through Demis's ears, but through his mind. He eyed the short stocky guy for a moment. His face was hidden by some strange techy helmet, and his arms were also shielded by long metal plates. The only skin showing was his hands, wich were veiny and very gnarled. 
 
Uhhh...its definitely an acquired taste... 
 
The short guy chuckled and nodded, almost seeming "buddy-buddy" like for a moment. 
 
Yesss it is isnt it. And before you ask, yes, I am Cube. You are a lucky one you are. The first person to ever see me. Well...besides the ones strewn about the walls and such. 
 
Demis blinked a few times and tried hard to surpress a laugh. 
 
YOU?!? Youre the creepy cube guy? AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 
 
Cube started to chuckle, and laugh in tune with Demis, almost as if he was laughing at the prospect himself. Demis leaned forward and placed a hand on Cube's shoulder to steady himself. Instantly, Cube's mood changed. 
 
Get your hand off of me. 
 
Demis smiled evily and pushed Cube back a few feet. 
 
Whatcha going to do about it sho--- 
 
Before he could finish, Cube had shoved a huge spike through Demis's stomach, causing him to go wide eyed and start to stutter. 
 
You will folow my orders now, understand? 
 
Demis nodded slowly, and the spike disappeared, his wound healing instantly. Falling to the ground, he sputtered and coughed, holding his now sore stomach. 
 
Wha....what the hell are you...? 
 
You will know soon eno[/b] 
 
Cube motioned for Demis to follow, and Demis did so, clutching his sore stomach. Down a long corridor they went...

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<div style="text-align:center">The pain is incrediable...</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">Can you smell the death?</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">I can. I can even taste it.</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">My mind is twisted.</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">My heart is black.</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">I live only to die.</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">My existence is destruction.</div> 
<div style="text-align:center">The pain is incrediable.</div> 
-The Ancient Evil Survives!

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