Tales of an Assassin - Chapter 1

    The shapes slowly blurred together and melded before coming to perfect clarity, only no one said clarity of what. The world once known and familiar was now alien, only spoken in tales. This was a world of grays and blacks, thick with fog. All within this realm shared a hazy but glowing shade of neon orange. As the librarian peered into the new realm he could see that the two dimensions coexisted, intermingling. The other man he sat with bore a strange new form, warped by the overlay of the new world. His concern, however, was of the beings that floated to and fro in all directions.
    “I’ve never before seen such creatures, horribly amazing…” the man said, pushing thick glasses back up his nose. “Yeah, I keep forgetting you’re new to the Daemon thing, Doc,” the other said, pulling in some smoke. “Now, now, its just Pierce. That Doc stuff was ages ago.” “Whatever Doc,” responded the other man as he tried to hold his hit.
    The librarian giggled for a moment as he gazed upon the magnificent beings. Their forms glorious, wicked and imposing. Some with masses of tendrils, others with many eyes and limbs. Each was unique and yet still horrible to look upon. However, as he gazed up on them, some began to turn and gaze back. Pierce sat straight up in cold fear, as his panic rose within. The creatures twisted about in the air, delighted to be seen.
    A small whisper behind the front door made Pierce jump and whip himself around to look that direction. Staring in sheer disbelief, Pierce could hear the whispers of several children-like voices, followed by a light scraping sound against his metal door. The sounds persisted for many minutes until stopping suddenly. Pierce felt a beckoning, drawing him to his feet to peer through the peephole. Sweat beaded upon his face but he was unable to stop himself from getting close. His cheek stuck for a moment on the cold metal as he stared.
    Nothing. Nothing’s there. Wonder what that was…
    Pierce stood in thought a second before taking a step away from the door. As his foot touched the ground for his second step, the door dented inward from a massive collision outside. Pierce dropped to his knees and gripped his temples, eyes searching for respite.
    Nothing. Damn.
    The man that had assisted Pierce in trying the drug merely watched him suffer as he finished off his own drug of choice. He grinned sadistically as the librarian witnessed the waking nightmare that was the Dimensional Realm. The daemons that existed there in spiritual form toyed with the man's sanity, sending his physical body into fits of convulsions. As Pierce finally snapped his own spine from writhing so violently, the other man stood and shrugged at the corpse. “Sorry old man, but it had to be this way.” Stepping over the body, the kultist walked off, fading back into the shadows.

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