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2020-08-31 21:38:13A 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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
