The Lull before the Storm

Written by Dan Scott ©2000

The roof burst and the floor shattered.
A moment of silence.
**KKKAAAAAAA-BBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM**
The apartment block disintegrated as a spark ignited in the lower levels then it erupted into a fireball, levelling the whole building.
Not a single tenant awoke from that nights nightmares.
After a long silence the sound of Shiver sirens pierced the night skies. A young boy, Acheron, had been a witness.
He'd been sheltering from the rain in an alley not far from the block. When he had looked up and saw the glow disappear behind the building and heard the explosion he'd crept out to survey the carnage.
He waited.
But no-one asked about the orange fireball that had screamed through the night sky and destroyed the apartment.
Not that anyone cared.
This was lower downtown and no one asked questions here but even if they did no-one answered.
He alone stood witless as the twelve foot figure climbed from the wreckage and stalked off. Its body and eyes glowing the colour of Hell. As he watched, it's body cooled and melted into the darkness. It eyes remained points of fiery doom.
The gaze of it still scalded his mind.


The sweat of post-sex was Mirangar's personal favourite.
She lay on her bed and let the cool night air and the drug cocktail she'd imbibed earlier play on her nerve endings. She liked being an operative one of Slayers chosen. But not as much as she liked partying.
Tonight's fun had started 10 hours ago and only now did she contemplate resting.
***BBBZZZZZZZZZZ***
"Huh?...Fuck!...Bloody door!...Who would be calling at this time of night? Better have a good reason otherwise I'll be wearing their testes for earrings." Mirangar rose from her bed and stalked to the lounge room. Half way there she realised she was naked.
With less than a seconds thought her Deathsuit poured out of her flesh forming a layer of black fluid that flowed and melded against her body. The sensation always put a smile on her face as her Deathsuit hardened to form it usual appearance. Sharp spikes from her shoulders and a very form fitting design cut low to enhance all her curves. Her smile widened.
The buzzer rang again.
She reached the door and pressed the button.
"What the hell do you WANT!?" Impatient fuck.
"Let...me..in. It's..Ragnargon." His voice sounded exhausted. She didn't care she just wanted to climb back into bed and sleep.
"Fuck dude come back tomorrow I'm going to bed." She turned from the speaker and started to walk towards her bedroom.
The speaker crackled. "Listen...I'm....." he paused for a couple of seconds."..in....trouble. I don't want to.....waste.....the last of my flux ....folding up..there. Now please open the door!"
His voice sounded stronger with each sentence but she could sense he was on the verge of collapse. Besides she could handle him if he decided to take advantage of her.
Though knowing Ragnargon she probably wouldn't get that lucky.
She pressed the security door button. Then she opened her door an inch. She went into her bedroom and opened her locker pulling out her Ebb Medkit. She set it down on her coffee table and waited.
She heard the door push open, turned and saw the pale figure standing in the doorway.
"Holy shit Rag. What the fuck happened to you?"
He collapsed. "Urgghh."
She jumped over the lounge and stood looking over him.
A moment of concentration and his prone form was floating a few centimetres, then two metres, off the ground. With a thought she propelled him over the lounge and gently lowered him.
His Deathsuit was torn in several places and had that sickly grey colour to it that she had only seen in an expired Deathsuit.
She crouched next to him and examined his wounds. Two lacerations to the head. One clean hole through the shoulder and several scratches that ran to the bone around his ribs.
She gently felt his limbs. Right tibia in his arm was broken but other than that all his bones were intact.
Opening her Ebb Medkit she quickly formulated her strongest healing power.
He sighed as she drew the flux from her Medkit and pumped it's calming effect into his body.
His face flushed with blood again as his wounds glowed, formed scabs and then closed over.
She left him there and went to bed. She'd get the story out of him in the morning.


Mirangar awoke to the usual sounds of "Captain Contract's Morning Show". She didn't bother looking out to see what the weather was doing. She already knew. Wet. Just different degrees of wetness.
She stretched and rose from her bed and entered her bathroom.
One look in the mirror and she realised she 'did' look as bad as she felt. Without the charring around her eyes she gathered her eyes would have dark circles around them anyway. The merriment from last night had been full-on and her hang-over just as bad.
She was about to jump in the shower when she remembered Ragnargon.
Mirangar coaxed her Deathsuit to come out of hiding as she opened the door to the bathroom and headed down the corridor for the lounge room.
Ragnargon was lying prone across the lounge, his right arm cushioning his head. As she entered his eyes flicked open and he stretched. His Deathsuit had almost returned to its normal shade of blue.
"Well?" she said her hands on her hips.
He paused for a second weighing up the consequences of the news he carried.
"I have good news and bad news."
She narrowed her eyes and waited.
"Well?" When he wasn't forthcoming.
"The good news is The Kilneck have returned."
"Holy shit!!" Her mind raced with the possibilities.
"Wait!" He said rising from the lounge.
"The bad news is they came to take Intruder back with them!"


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