Half-Mortals: Little Horn (Preview)

A small preview of a new story of mine

"Dead will dance for what is left.

  The worms will wait with baited breath.

'Your blind have now become my deaf',

So says this little horn..."

-Marilyn Manson, Little Horn

Ash Way steps into the dark room.  It still stunk of demon-scent. That horrible, sour, disgusting smell of demon scent. But there's something past it. Chemical mixtures? He flips the light switch and studies the room. It's no ordinary place. Whoever was here clearly knew what they were doing. Amongst rows of flasks, test tubes, and beakers, there are also jarred raven hearts labeled "For LH". Ash studies the rundown lab even more. The writing on the wall reads, "Surge, et libera nos de nostri saeculi corniculum.". Whoever was here, wasn't trying to conjure up any cures. Roughly translated it says, "Rise our Little Horn and deliver us from this world." Ash studies the room a little more. The are made of chipped concrete and the ceiling looks as if it's ready to give in and say, "Screw you guys, I'm caving in." Close to the 'front' of the room was a shrine looking area. A giant pentagram had been spray-painted there. Burn marks were on the feble, age-old concrete slab. Ash closes his eyes, briefly. Cerebrating, he opens his eyes and infers what happened, This place was on its hinges before whoever did this was here, he deduces. Remembering his days of schooling, he lurches to the main table where he finds a folder labeled: "Little Horn". Next to it he finds a book of Dark Science. 

As he opens the pages of the book, he begins to derive again, Judging from the extremely neat, cursive handwriting, the note-taker was either highly educated or a woman. Ash leans more on the chance of a highly educated person the just a woman. He takes a look through the folder and notices the sloppy, barely legible handwriting. Two people were here. One of skill, maybe the other was an apprentice of some sort. He then notices on the right side of the, where the Dark Science book is, the glass instruments are kept far more neater than the cracked, monstrosities to the left with the folder is. "Definitely an apprentice." He looks through the folder again. "A very special apprentice." Whoever's cooking it up in here probably isn't expecting company. A final deduction as Ash hears footsteps coming up the hallway. Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

Ash curses at himself for not finding a hiding spot, "You dumbass! How could you not look for a hiding place!" Ba-dump! Ba-dump! The gears in Ash's head spin faster and faster as he silently scrambles throughout the room looking for a proper place to hide. "Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid!" He hisses. Folder and book tucked under his his arm, Ash looks out of the window. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! "I've done worse." He utters. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! A body-builder-looking, vascular man opens the door. For a split second, Ash considers fighting him. But his physical build is a toothpick compared to Mr. Strangler standing across from him. There's a gap of silence. "Tension so thick in the air that you could grab it and put it on toast if you wanted to", one of Errol's sayings buzzes in Ash's mind. Ash decides to toss the silence away. "Greetings", he says, "I was just leaving." At that he breaks the glass and makes a leap out of the window.

Author's Note

This is a drafted, very short preview of a new story I'm writing called "Half-Mortals: Little Horn". It's a working title. But anyway it's a draft and a snippet from my old journal from two years ago. Well here you go. Like it or hate it.

Reviews

[jay]

this dues look good but can we get more to this story when you have it done and this cloud be use as a movie the cast would be hare d to find