A week had passed and it kept getting harder for the Police Department, Ingfalls and the Chamber of Duties to keep majority of the citizens of Ingfalls sane as journalists and the Press kept pushing their noses into the business of others - practically anyone, to extract an answer to all that had been happening.
The PD though, was their mark. They'd perceived there was something - or things, going on that those at the top of the hierarchy knew about but not majority of the populace and that had spurred them into action as they went about searching for clues that might have been missed, leads to something exciting, shocking/revealing pointers or loose ends to about anything.
Every journalism company and Press groups, tried their best to find out what it was that was going on before the others did. If only to get an upper hand.Gas leaks, motor accidents, minor flight mishaps with credit given to the unstable weather, powerplant explosi
The corroded, metal burglary resistors that extended from left to right - forming various rows, then up to down, (vertically) forming quadrilaterals of varying sizes went from rusty black to boiling lava red before letting out long, unending hisses like a vexed basilisk will as it melted under the palms of Gerey Wysalt.The resistors became bright red liquids and fell onto the ground as dense blobs before burrowing into the floor - and walls as brown, charred holes and letting out a suffocating fragrance.After a minute, Gerey was free and with a lot of difficulty, he climbed up his small window.As delicately as possible whilst trying to wrap his mind what was before him, he relaxed on the floating broom of Sir. Oswic and gripped it tightly (hoping it wouldn't catch fire) to avoid him swaying to the left, or right, then falling off.
The insides of the intimidating building that housed the police department felt... Different, cold and unwelcoming to Eallric as the armed seven-men police squad - him being at the very heart if diagonals were drawn, brought him out of his halfway battered 404 into the white, snowy erection.Inspector Bertio was there, tapping his feet rapidly on the fancy, golden tiles of the reception office.“Are you okay, sir? Anything we can get for you?”“Nothing, Bertio,” Eallric sighed deeply, “Thanks for your help by the way. Is Sergeant Marger around?”“Yes, sir, and I - am right here, too,” the mousy haired police officer said, climbing down the spotless, white stairs from her office and walking into the reception.“Good. I don't know how you're going to get about it but I need the people outside calmed. I'll be giving them a little speech in
The milieu of the gigantic building which homed the Police Department, Ingfalls, was tearing apart gradually with each strike that swooped and descended on the building thanks to the three headed creatures.From Inspector Eallric's calculations, a maximum of five more heavy strikes from the shrewd, bloody horns of the uncompromising brutes will bring the citizens - and cops, that crammed the building to their knees and in about an hour, they will all be history.But at that moment, Chief Inspector Eallric Hancey wasn't bothered by that. He was focusing on something different, something distinct, something peculiar, something unusual.His attention was riveted on Gerey Wysalt.**A loathsome stench of the rotten remains and fetid creatures floated around the trio - Sir. Oswic, Gerey and Cwena as they came down the broom. Cwena, the powerless one.“Cwena, stay safe. Yo
A transparent and synthetic-looking blue shield that spread out and arched like a broad satellite dish with its epicenter as Sir. Oswic's wand protected Cwena from the impact of the tyronimic as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Portergio Hidarmus!” before sprawling to the ground as the effect of the infuriated tyronimic's strike on the shield whacked him a little.The tyronimic stopped in its tracks and violently quaked its heads - left and right, up and down, to shake off the effect of running into Sir. Oswic's shield which had vanished as soon as its purpose had been executed.Sir. Oswic who lay stomach-to-the-ground stretched out his left hand; not minding the stones that stabbed into his arm, and called for his wand that lay a few feet from him by muttering a simple spell.The wand shook a little on the stony pavement and in seconds flew into the awaiting arms of Sir. Oswic who at once sprang to his feet - way too agil
“In just three days after what happened at the Police Department, I think in Mariner's Spur, there have been a drastic upsurge in polio and measles for children below six. Severe issues for babies below three months include bone wrenching that prevents growth, brain explosions, that lead to instant deaths, and - heart failures, too. All the same, adults have it worse, trust me.”“- And it's not in Wabrook alone. There have been reports all over the world. In Kinsyew and Qazax and even, Ryilop, too.”“My adopted brother's son died last week - brain detonation! It was a rude shock.”“This world is turning into something else. We better prepare ourselves for worse situations cause it looks like the world is coming to an end. Even hospitals are getting crammed with patients, morgues with corpses, and perhaps, hell, too.”“- And heaven. I can imagine the ang
“Can I get, uhm - five minutes, to talk to her, before we present ourselves to the Chamber for a verdict?” Sir. Oswic asked Fanzen Trouy who had a snug smile and was beaming about what neither Sir. Oswic nor Cwena nor the other ten guards that had escorted him knew of.“Y'know - just in case, we - perish. We want our moment,” Sir. Oswic explained.“Hokey dokey. Five minutes. Anything more than that then I'm sorry but you're going to rot in here,” Fanzen put in then walked deeper into the faintly illuminated corridor, out of their view. The guards excused the duo, too.“He's not dead!” Sir Oswic whispered.“Huh? Who's not - Ohh!” Sir. Oswic clamped his jittery hands hastily over Cwena's mouth.“Shhh, don't talk loudly. Remember the spell I put on Gerey? It is to make him sleep and do some minimal healing. I don't know how effective it is but considering the fact that they still believe him
“What do you both want us to do with you considering the fact that you - are menaces to the order of our society?” Sir Artin said after a few minutes.“Retaining us in your custody - or, killing us, when we obviously are the ones that delivered about five hundred citizens and cops of Ingfalls from the tyronimics is a threat to the repose of Ingfalls!” Cwena shot back infuriatedly before Sir. Oswic could reply.Barrister Gauwilh Chames of the Eventide Shore law firm, South of Ingfalls, stood up - a little over five feet, “I'm with them, sir. They are ostensibly the best shot we have at defeating who or what it is that is making a waste of our land and preys of our people.” He locked eyes with Artin Dane then continued speaking, “Me, you and -” he turned to his right to glance at Eallric, “ - Chief inspector Eallric know how terrible things will be if they hadn't shown up at the Police Department at Ingfalls and redeemed the people.”Artin Dane inhaled deeply and with a sigh, let it out
An odd sensation as they were being sucked out of their bodies distribted through Sir. Oswic, Artin Dane, Dr. Wene Noelle, Riyen Gosbald, Chief Inspector Eallric Hanvey and Barrister Gauwilh Changes through their hands that served as traverses as their souls were pulled through a dark tunnel filled with bright green neon lights and afflicting, agonizing wails coupled with disheartening laughs of demons.After about a minute, the somewhat exciting phenomenon came to an halt and each of them lay metres away from each other, scatter on a bloody and vast piece of land, hugged to the ground.Sir. Oswic was the first to get up and as he did, he smeared the foul stench of the blood on the thorny soil off his face and subconsciously on his clothes as he looked around for the others.Dr. Wene Noelle was the closest to him. He jugged over to her side, touched her shoulders as he helped to her feet and whispered, “are you okay?
Maybe if Eallric Hancey had arrived at his home with Lene Woodye – the NCU TV reporter, and the essential tools and medicines needed as much as fifteen earlier than he did, Gerey Wysalt wouldn't be in his room, clipping his black three pieced suit together with shiny cufflinks in one arm – then the other, and Aunt Brione, putting on a black gown that reached below her knee – hugging her frame. Maybe they wouldn't be headed towards Gravy Cray Burial Spot to pay their final wishes, but...**Black umbrellas were raised in the air to keep them dry as the sky turned cloudy, as if weeping the demise of ‘rainbow lady’, too, and easing the digging of the ground where her casket was to be buried for life.At the very front of them all, with salty tears dropping out of his brown eyes was Rawerd Woodye, Lene's brother who had applied to got to the Police College at Seymour Point, it wasn't hard knowing him if you'd known his sister.
Gerey Wysalt – and Jeyrin who was leading him, continued through dark passages that had nothing but dim torches fastened to the sides of the wall.As stupid as it sounded, they were most likely going to their deaths – and they both knew this, but Gerey planned on protecting himself and Jeyrin as much as after he could, and that's why with every step that the duo took, Gerey's eyes swung left and right in absolute alacrity, ready to burn-to-ashes, anyone that stood in his way.Jeyrin turned right – into another hallway; Gerey with him, and at the far end of it, both of them saw white, feathery, soft and velvety smoke that moved slowly – in quite an hallucinating way, dance out of a room.They couldn't see the insides of the room for the snowy fog was quite thick and that only made Gerey more anxious.“That's the chamber.” Jeyrin whispered to Gerey. He was evidently filled with fright and it could be easily deci
The room was unusually cold, very chilly, and had a blinding darkness that cloaked every inch of every corner of the area - which only made things more puzzling.“Anyone here?” Sir. Oswic called again in a subdued whisper and in response, he heard the rattle of a chain dragging on the shaggy ground.For all he knew, it could be a fettered beast with its jaw wide open and above him, ready to chomp him at once if he did as much as move a finger. For a split second, he thought that his heart was going to yank out as it kept hammering against his ribcage.Ten seconds down the line, he brought his wand out of his pocket and flicked it around.“Literaymese Coontaria.”A blue light tipped out of the other end of his wand, spread out and drove away the darkness of the room. He shone it around and was shocked by what - or rather, whom he saw.He stood in the very middle of the room and
Gerey, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin slowly entered the unpleasant building which made them feel like a million spiders - each larger than the size of an average man's palm, was crawling on their faces.Inside the builing was a long hallway whose end wasn't visible from the entrance where they stood. Lit torches on each side of the rugged wall that was to their left and right, drew out and down the empty hallway, casting their very own shadows to the torpid ground like mats.It truly was a mysterious place but what did they expect when they were going into the devil's home?“From Eallric's memory,” Sir. Oswic whispered, testing the level of echo of the dim, mystifying hallway. After a few seconds when his voice echoed back with a hush - meaning that the unlit hallway wasn't one that had enough properties to reverberate, Sir. Oswic continued, “There's a casement through which Eallric saw Mr. Wadsev and maybe the others. They migh
Gerey spread out his arms, ready to blast off - with bright red or blue scorching flames, the creatures whose hoofs him, Sir. Oswic and Jeyrin could hear hammering and drumming into the air in multiples.He knew that his life was at stake as well as Sir. Oswic's and Jeyrin's, too, if he made a silly mistake but still, he felt confident, and fierce, and in control as he always did when in a battle with his element.From afar, he caught a glimpse of the tyronimics whose dark, leathery skin blended with the dark world making it look like a natural camouflage like the ones grasshoppers have in a green field, charging towards them at a speed faster than that of Uncle Eallric's 404.Gerey Wysalt moved his hands in a few circular motions which would've made no sense to an onlooker, ready to strike.The tyronimic got closer, unrelenting in its velocity and intensity.When it
Gerey's eyes swung to and fro at an accelerated pace as he tried to soak up and make sense of where he was, with his hand which was still interlocked with Sir. Oswic's.The sun which Sir. Oswic remembered to be dim when he'd come with Eallric and a few of the others that made up the Chanber of Duties, was almost completely extinguished but for a small spark that glistened and stood out amongst the gloomy sky like gold out of cheap brass.Jeyrin who wasn't surprised by his world carried on with the reason they'd come whilst speaking vital words the duo needed.“The same way you have a president is the same way we have a leader. We have cities, and towns. Villages and metropolises, but there is no reason why you both should see those places. They're just like here, blood drenched and empty.” Jeyrin started.Even Sir. Oswic was taken by surprise by the piece of information he'd just recei
As the days went by with more blood shed, Sir. Oswic was finding it more difficult keeping Ingfalls safe alone and all his efforts were almost negligible.He knew - because he saw, that the government sent soldiers in troops and batches to face tyronimics. The first sets of soldier were the lab rats, the experimental pigs, the scape goats whose lives ended quicker than the the snap of fingers. The soldiers proved to the government - and the world that they or others couldn't handle the tyronimics.As each day passed, it was a matter of time before he knew that he'll have to go back on his promise to himself and Inspector Eallric of the Police Department, Ingfalls. He'd promised that he wasn't going to involve Gerey in the battle against the tyronimics - to keep him safe. But what happens when they all perish - Gerey included?And that was why on that fateful afternoon which happened to be the day Eallric went with Lene to
Eallric felt relieved that the soldiers that had come to meet him and Lene at the NCU TV station didn't pursue his Peugeot 404 because there was almost no way his car would have been able to outrace theirs and also, he was running out of gas.As he drove, his eyes shifted from the asphalt he raced on to the side mirrors - to know if they were being chased, to Lene Woodye. She was barely breathing and blood pumped out of her skin like an uncontrollable tap, and got her cloth drenched. What sucked the most, though, was that there were no hospitals or clinics anywhere.After about fifteen minutes, he walked out defeated. He didn't find as much as a needle. The hospital was gradually closing down even before the crisis which had befallen them didAs they passed by Fontanna Grounds, Eallric parked his car close to a ruin that one would have thought is ancient Athens. Not more than three bricks were in their right place. On the othe
Luckily for both Inspector Eallric Hancey and Lene Woodye, they met no tyronimic on their way to the station which was located at Gapler Course - a mere two minutes drive from one of the many military bases in Ingfalls.The tyronimic which hastened their journey greatly right from 56, Hubers Street, Traquar Demesne, gave chase to the inexorable Peugeot 404 that mashed and squashed bodies, speeding through bumpy asphalts and past wrecked and dilapidated edifices, as Lene ordered Eallric along the right path, all the way to Fontanna Grounds where it realized that it could go no further.If there was one thing Eallric learnt as he drove to Lene's command, it was that tyronimics were very energetic and almost indefatigable and he wasn't sure if it was in the report he'd gotten from Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute but it was something he'd ended up learning.After a while with the car's engine purring down uninhabited ro