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19:09 Oct 30 2007
Times Read: 651

McKenzie and Jason, both headed to the door to investigate what was going on, as they approached the morgue door, a foul smell rose out from under the door, and they could hear banging and smashing of things inside.

They pulled their guns, and McKenzie slowly started to open the door, to look inside.... it was black, the only light came from a lamp that had be knocked onto the floor, they started into the room, McKenzie slowly walking could tell the floor was wet, he looked down to see the floor stained red, and was flowing.... they stopped moving a few feet infront of them a table was overturned on its side, and there were noises coming from the other side...

McKenzie, looked at Jason and pointed to one end of the table, step by step at almost crawling speed walked to each end of the table, and lying there on the floor was four people.... eating the mortition, the blood flowing out of the wounds in his body, poured onto the floor, spreading everywere... they looked at the people around the body, one mans eye was out of the socket, dangling by the cord, the other two one man and a woman, fighting over the morticians leg, had bullet wounds to the head, and the fourth was bent over, its face inside the mortitions abdemen, when it pulled out, McKenzie was stunned, stepping back he recognized the priest from that morning, an intestine dangling from his mouth, the hole in his chest still fresh enough to bleed a grusome, almost paste like substance.... he looked at Jason and before he could stop him...



"What the Fuck!!"



with that they stopped and looked up at him, Jason started to back against the wall, as the group started to get up, as the woman stood he leg broke under the weight of he body, even after falling to the ground she continued toward Jason....



"Stop! Don't Yall Move!"



Jason struggled out the words, while shifting the sight of the gun from one body to the next...

but they continued forward, he noticed a glare in there eyes, even though their body appeared to be dead the eyes burned with an eerie red glow...

.... BAM BAM BAM, Jasons body jumped as his face was splattered with red paste... the body two bodies fell flat without a further move, McKenzie stood his firearm outstreached, the barrel smoking....



"Jason, unless you wanna be lunch, fuckin MOVE!"



startled Jason jumped aside, just as the next bullet pierced the priest in the head, flowing through and removing his eye on the other side, slipping on the floor, he fell, face to face with the only girl in the room... she made a noise at him, her breath smelt of decay, but like a second nature he pulled his gun infront of him putting the barrel infront of her eye... she contined forward, the barrel pushing into the socket bursting the eye....



"Sorry Babe, your jus too damn ugly...."



Jason pulled the trigger, sending the back of her head against the wall accross the room, standing up, Jason struggled to get his gun from out of the girls head....



"Dammit woman, gimme my gun back"



a slurping sound, reseeded from the socket as he pulled, a slime trail, sticking under the berrel of the gun, he curled his lips in disgust, as Mckenzie started to laugh at his predicament he was in, looking over at Mckenzie, he grinned back,



"don't laugh ye asshole, that was fuckin nasty, what the shit is going on?"



"I don't know, but its not good"



as two shared a weird placed laugh, they were startled by a noise behind them.... they turned almost afraid to see what it was, slowly from behind the table a hand gripped the edge, and the mortician pulled himself up, his eyes now engulfed in the red glow as the ones before him, standing on one leg with his insides, dangling to the floor, the blood although he had just died was in the foremost stages of rigor mortis, he strached out his hand as if the reach them from 10 feet away... Mckenzie and Jason looked at eachother, and in one motion aimed and fired at the same time, both bullets entering and exiting at the same time.... they turned to walk away, and McKenzie was hit by another vision....

The blood from the floor began to curdle up the wall, he began to spin around looking everywere but everything was gone, as he look the far wall began to boil off the wall, and out of it a face formed, the eye sockets empty and hallow, the face seemed to be like a dried fruit, as he got a bit closer it talked...



"Death has risen, and all his minions will fallow to feed and grow his army... Uno ha venido dos en ir, la oscuridad entonces eterna."



the face exploded off the wall knocking McKenzie down, and when he opened his eye everything was like it was, he looked at Jason, then around the room,



"I have to do some research"

"What in da hell is goin on Mac?"

"I don't know Jason, but we have to find out... and find out how to stop it."



as they started out of the morgue movement caught McKenzie's eye, he turn to investigate, and behind one of the overturned tables in the corner of the room, a small white kitten sat and looked at him, the strange and yet appealing thing about it though its eyes didn't match, one bright blue the other a bright green, it walked up to McKenzie and began to purr at his feet, McKenzie bent over and picked it up, he looked at the coller and there was only one tag it read 'Hope 30/11/07'... he looked over at Jason



"Ironic Isn't it?"



they both laugh a little, and walked out, they were met by another officer, sir this came for you, the man handed him a letter, and stood there as McKenzie began to open it... looking at him...



"hey, why don't you be a bit more helpful, go tell somebody that there is one hell of a mess in the morgue....go!"



the man turned and began to run, as McKenzie opened and began to read the note inside the envelope...

' David McKenzie, you do not know who i am, but i know what is going on, and all Hope lies with you, the darkness is coming, and you need to battle against it.

I will contact you again in time, but please keep Hope, and the light will come. '



the bottom of the page was stamped with an eye, the pupil crossed out.



"What does that mean Mac?"

"I... I really don't know."



The two sat down at their desks, the letter between them,



"What do we do?"



McKenzie was sitting, just staring off into space, stroking the kitten who had fallen asleep on his lap...



"MAC! what do we do?"



McKenzie looked over, and put a finger to his lip,



"well we gotta go and find out whats happening, prolly shot some more people, fight for our lives and save the world aparently, but first... i just realized something that we have to do first...."

"Wat's that Boss?"

"we gotta go hit up a pet value and get this guy some food."



Jason looked at him and cracked a smirk, McKenzie smiled back, stood up and walked out.

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07:36 Oct 28 2007
Times Read: 662

McKenzie was at his desk looking over the notes taken earlier that morning, scanning the pictures, hoping to see something that will help him solve the case... or at least understand what happened, he picks up one picture of the crime scene a front shot of the body hanging, something catches his eye, he looks closer, the closer he gets he notices a picture in the background, on the alter....a picture on the alter? A wooden frame...beaten up as if lasting a fire...the picture in it was dark, almost black and white with subtle colours... it was a young man... he got closer trying to make out some of the features of his face, it was average shape, his hair was short, and styled to the right, most notable was his eyes... almost completely black... and he could help but feel like he was being dragged in by them, the clung to his soul, McKenzie tried everything to look away but found it impossible...those eyes...unrelenting....



"Mac...you hitting that juice again ai't cha??"



the question startled him out of his daze... and McKenzie looked around confused...



"what the shit just happend??"



he rubbed his head, the sweats were starting again, and his breath started getting short, he looked up over his hand at Jason who was standing there with a folder in his hand, half cracking a smirk.



"Boss im gettin a bit worried about you? do you want some coffee or something, lay down take a nap??"

"Shut the fuck up, and tell me good news, asshole..."

"I got those translates back..."



he hands over the folder, McKenzie opens it and starts to read... then he looks up, with a look of utter disappointment,



"Call Me tonight 519 - 205 - 6154, Clarissa, seriously man why do you put your shit in the case files?"

"Oh, sorry boss, thats the linguist i was tellin you bout, man she gots legs from here to oooweee."



Jason bends over and grabs the slip of paper, putting it in the side pocket of his slacked blue jeans, patting it as if to keep it safe from being lost, McKenzie shakes his head, and goes back to reading, the paper....



"the demons have come and your God does not exist, all life will finish, the dead will reign, and nothing can be done to stop it.... this guy was a fucking whack, was his prints or anything found at the scene? did he have anything to do with it?"

"Nada boss, nobody knows were this guy came from, nobodies ever seen em before, adn what he said was in four different languages spanish, french, german, and italian, kinda smart for a bum no? and autopsy found something really messed up with his body..."



he throws a picture to McKenzie, the picture is of a burn tattoo, on the mans chest, of some weird looking symbols...



"What are these? some kinda bun tattoo?"

"Kinda, only these here, were burnt from da inside out, and they are some kinda symbols of some language that hasn't been used for God knows how long, but it was used by some kinda cult that worshipped some dark demons."



his southern accent began to trail off as if getting far away, McKenzie looked up from the photo he was looking at, and he was in pitch black, no light anywhere, when he tried to stand up he couldn't, but from the darkness a voice sounding like millions of voices combined into one began to speak....



"The time has come for man kind to fall to the lords, the God you worship does not exist, pain and death are all that await your people."



McKenzie forced words out,



"What the fuck are you? why are you doing this"

"Every soul has a darkness, and that darkness is the true meaning of existence... love, kindness, these things do not exist, as the Dark Princes return each will bring a form of death... and after the 3rd prince, the Lord Of Dark will come through the form of a child, and all of what you call hell will follow behind him....."



the voice began to fade, and the dark dispurced, and all he could see as light began to break in, was the roof of the station, Jason peering down at him, his lips moving but no sound anywhere... and then it all came back....



"Mac are you fuckin aiight!! look at me you jus fell over!! what da shit is goin on wit you??"

"Nothing... but i just got a really fucking bad feeling..."



as he finished that statement, the lights went out in the station, a shrill scream, echoed from down the hall, from the morgue...

McKenzie looking at the door, felt Jason's eyes on him...



"A really bad fucking feeling...."

The Beginning - 1
03:54 Oct 26 2007
Times Read: 667

The darkness engulfed the church only a couple candles flickered against the cool october breeze. A priest walking down the isle, getting ready for the surmin the next morning.

His shoes echoed every time they hit the ceramic floor, as he asended the stairs to the alter...a voice over the breeze...

"Father...forgive me for i have sinned..."

Startled, the preist turns, almost dropping his Bible,

"Who's there?"

"Father...forgive him for he has sinned"

the voice continued, almost teasing him, starting down the stairs the priest pull's out his rosary, and yells into the darkness again,

"Hello! who ever is out there answer and show youself"

suddenly from behind the voice,

"Forgive the father for he has sinned, those beads will do nothing for you priest, los demonios han venido y su Dios no existe"

The priest turned around slowly coming face to face with a man, one eye completely red the other, white, long black hair that touched the ground behind him, his face was slim, his complexion pale, slowly without looking away the man raised his hand, and while staring at the priest drove his hand into his chest, removing his heart.



BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, McKenzie opened his eyes, he passed out in his chair again, his goatee was encrusted with dried liqor, he loved the whisky nummed the sense's,helped him sleep without dreaming, the sweat was beading down his forehead, and he pushed himself to catch his breath... sleeping did that to him, caused him to over exert himself, he used to worry it was going to kill him one day... now not so much, his hand rolled over his freshly shaven head, he was a heavy set man, probably a little more bulky then he should be, and still wearing his jeans and brown dress shirt from the night before, he felt hot, probably because he fell asleep wearing his trenchcoat, how long has it been three four days since he chaged last...his cell phone began to go off accross the room, forcing himself up still a bit over whelmed by the past evening, he let out a sigh in his rhapsy voice...

"Dammit i hate mornings, painful and unnessary"

he made his way to his phone and answered it...

"McKenzie speaking...what his heart was missing?...where?...aiight im on my way."

He was met at the church by his partner Jason,

"Holy Shit boss we got us one hell of a show in here, Father Miles Naughtry, was doing his rounds last night, was found this morning by one of the sisters, bound upside down his heart missing"

"Thats all? anything else?"

"Yeah he had the words 'los demonios han venido y su Dios no existe' carved into his chest."

McKenzie turned to look at him, almost stunned...

"What? what does that mean?"

"Dunno i got that new qutie of a linguist specialist workin on it now."

They got into the church, the priest was hung inverted crucifix style, the blood from the hole in his chest slowly was rolling down his face, falling into a pool on the floor, as he got closer his mind got overwhelmed with thaughts, he saw the priests face, and the life being pulled out of it, he looked down and saw what looked like his hand in his chest...and the hand pull out the heart and raise it to his mouth..... he almost fell over grabbing the closest pew,

"Boss, Boss, are you ok? Doc, get me a fuckin doctor"

Slowly Mckenzie regained controll of himself...

"Jason shut up, im fine, just stumbled"

He regained himself and pulled the flask out of his side pocket, and took what he called a long 'sip', and put it back, he spoke under his breath to Jason,

"The fucker ate it. he ate the goddamn heart."

Jason looked at him with a stunned look, not really knowing what to make of the statement,

"What do you mean, how do you know?"

McKenzie went back for another swig of his juice,

"I saw it, he pulled the heart out and ate it!"

They both turned back to look at the body, Mckenzie walked a bit closer, and looked at the words carved in the chest...

"and who ever did this isn't done."



He turned around,

"look at this hole, the bones are broken in"

"Mac thats impossible the chest bone is, almost impossible to be broken in, unless using a bat or somethin an that there, it don't look like something done by a luisville slugger"

He was so close to the body that when he heard a new voice behind him, he almost slipped on the blood pool underneath him,

"Detective?"

McKenzie turned to look at the man, a short man dressed in the closest thing to rags, his hair messed up was white, a long beard adoned his face, giving him a knowledgeable look.

"Eating the heart absorbs the soul...gives you power."

Jason intercepted the man,

"Alrighty there bucko, i guess you're like Mac here hittin the juice a bit early eh, how bouts you go see the nice lady at the front door, she'll help you out."

"Wait, why did you say eaten? did you see what happened here?"

The man began to walk forward...shuffling his right foot, his hands in his pocket, he slowly pulled his left hand out holding a rosary,

"he held my hand, and lifted me off the ground, you do not deal with a man detective, but with something from the darkness, and it is not the last more will come, and there is no bright side..."

He pulled his right hand out and put the gun he was holding to his chin, everything went slow...

"...because los demonios han venido y su Dios no existe, toute vie terminera, Die Verstorbenen werden regieren, e non c'è niente che può essere fatto per fermarlo"

He pulled the trigger and sent the back of his head flying off, the entire church went silent, Jason stood there with an utter look of terrified astonishment....not moving completely unable to

"Fuck Jason, get someone to translate what ever the fuck it was he just said!, and dammit somebody get me something stronger to drink.