Fiction: Unexpected Death

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Fiction: Unexpected Death

Postby wizzard » November 25th, 2007, 9:17 pm

This story is an adaptation of a story which I am planning to run as a roleplaying game in Mage: The Awakening. If any players see this, that means you, Findtherma, Lars and Devilgirl, don't read it! It contains spoilers! (and if you do, don't read beyond the first post, as it will wreck the game!

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Chapter 1

It was a cloudy night, lit by the streetlamps, the cars going past and the occasional bus. Pete paid the driver and stepped out of the black cab. He took his luggage out of the boot, and walked to the front door. He fumbled for a minute finding his key, and then eventually managed to get the door open. The paintwork was bright blue gloss, peeling slightly. The door opened, and he stepped inside.

He always found it strange to return to the student house after the holidays. It felt like a different life living away from home, and it was odd to return to it after having spent a couple of months back at his former life with his parents.

He dragged his case up the step and into the hall, completely failing to notice the faint green glow which momentarily appeared under the door to the lounge as he dragged his luggage past.

"Dave!? Are you back yet, mate?", he called out. Dave hadn't been sure exactly what day he was going to come back. That was typical of him. He never was one for planning in too much detail - he always took life as it came and was very laid back about precise details such as dates and times. It was quite infuriating for someone as precise as Pete, but then Dave was a lot of fun, so he put up with it.

He dragged his case up the stairs to his room and spent a few minutes unpacking the bare essentials. The glowing under the lounge door returned, this time staying for a little longer. He came back downstairs and went to put the kettle on. He thought he heard a noise and stepped into the hall. He called out, "Dave?". After a few seconds, he turned back towards the kitchen, and this time was sure that he heard a noise coming from the lounge.

He walked to the lounge door, opened it and turned the light on. "Dave? Is this one of your jokes? What is this doing in the middle of our lounge?". He was frowning, looking at the object standing in the middle of the room, but there was still no response from Dave. Maybe he was hiding somewhere to see Pete's response?

Pete walked up to it and rapped his knuckles on the top. He looked around the room, confused, and then he heard a noise coming from inside it. "Dave, stop mucking about mate, this isn't funny!" He crouched down to look inside it, and had to squint while he was peering into the darkness. After a few seconds, a look of complete terror appeared in his eyes, and he screamed, but his scream was prematurely cut off into a gurgle as something shot out and grabbed him.
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Postby wizzard » December 12th, 2007, 9:18 am

A few miles away in a cheap no frills hotel, a man sat in the statutory chair that is provided by the management. He had some papers in front of him with handwritten notes scrawled on them. Some of them were in English, some in a strange unrecognisable alphabet. He was of average height, with quite short hair, like it had been shaven off recently and was approaching normal length again. He wore a smile of satisfaction on his face. He was the kind of person who people tend to like and trust, many to their misfortune.

One day he would have cared about the victims of what he had unleashed. Earlier still, he would not even have unleashed it. By now, he did not care. He had no respect left for anyone else. It only mattered what he wanted to achieve.

Recently, he went by the name of James. It wasn't his real name, but then it wasn't safe for his kind to use their real names. They were safer from each other that way. Now, he didn't even use a name anymore, at least in his own head. Now, he thought of himself in terms of a title. The title was that of the level of power he had achieved; The Master. He was very much aware of characters in popular fiction using that name, but he felt that it suited him.

He knew that the others would be arriving soon. They must know by now that he was in England. They thought that he had betrayed them and that he had been using them to reach his own goals. That was all necessary of course. If they didn't feel that way then they wouldn't follow him. They wanted to stop him, and they wanted revenge, but they wouldn't get it. Not this time, anyway.
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