Chapter zero
Blood so much blood? Where did it all come from? What have I
done? Whose blood is this? Where am I you ask with clarity to the man who seems
not sane and not there at all. Like a shadow he moves closer closer than ever.
His form distorted covered in blood. What is this abomination in front of you
you may ask. It not I who shall tell you. For it is already too late. A
philosopher once said if you stare long enough into the abyss, it stares back.
The darkness has eyes. All consuming. Devouring. Until there is only you. A man
a scholar. Who dare play with forces he knows not. A madman soon welcome into a
straight jacket. As the night ends. A Bittersweet nightmare that is the truth.
He she it takes so many forms. Some not even human. Death darkness hate loves
all things that can drag us to the lowest of the low. That where you come in earlier
that evening Mr scholar. An invitation. To a party Gone wrong. Ending in
tragedy. But the twist is yet to come. The twisted secret behind it all is yet
to peak from behind the curtain. The evening has just begun. As you arrive.
Welcome Mr white the door man greets you. Fakes names are essential for
gathering. Looks like these. You think as entering the room to see people
gathering around the table. In the center of the room. Greetings Mr. White.
Greetings emeralds witch. You must be careful around this woman. She many look attractive. But that
does not hide the fact she works on chemical weapons for an unknown dictator.
So, she is the one who sent you the invitation. The closest thing to an ally in
this room. Yet also the closest thing to a dangerous venomous snake. But you Mr
white have the snake close by. Sometimes having the most dangerous thing next
to you to keep an eye on, is a way to survive. Who knows how many dangerous
individuals are in this room for this night. Might as well close your eyes.
invite the darkness sent to your minds. The man at the head of the table begin
to speak. Greetings comrades welcome to the abyss Society. As I have mentioned
in the invitations. this is a society for often darker more morally Jaden in
individuals. Knowledge is power. Only by using it, can we wake up. You are awe
struck by the presentation and the understanding message within those very words.
So, the night begins with a speech from the host. You order your drink. A night
filled with exploring a library and chatting with emerald. The emerald witch is
surprising chatty tonight. Still, you Sense something unsettling in the air.
Like the true darkness behind the curtain is about to unfold. When the light go
out a bloodcurdling scream. A woman voice from within the darkness erupts with
fear and agony. Then bang a gunshot as the lights flicker. A dark silhouette is.
A woman a man it is hard to tell with your line of sight. All you can do is
wait the back up generator should be on soon. How long will this go out. Luckily,
the dark silhouette has vanished. Without a trace as security had grabbed a
flashlight from the guard station across the hall. A blood trail. a body with
it face blown in. With bullet casings on the ground near the body of the now
unidentifiable deceased. Not bothered by the brutality. You are just
bothered.by how it is so personal. Like a vendetta. Now drenching the floor
with blood and brain matter. Floored you begin thinking it over in your mind.
As the host moves you and the other guest. Asking to stay while the security closes
the area. What a well-prepared private security huh Mr white. Ms emerald
whispers in your ear. You know very well miss emerald's identity in the outside
world just as she knows yours. That not it is a secret between you too. Coworkers.
Lovers' girlfriend boyfriend. All a connection. To a world that you relate to, but
you are far away from. A detach emptiness filled with both a pleasant and fake
personality. The only one you can be genuine with. Nothing else matters. In the
face of your connected and shared mutually assured destruction. Her a
biological weapons developer for a foreign dictator and you a philosopher with
connections to the occult. Such is life you thought. As you sip your second
beer of the night a thousand thoughts and scenarios are running through mind.
Like a plot in some kind of mystery novel the host appears for a moment telling
everyone to remain calm and adjourn to the guest room for the night. Making
your way to the shared room with your girlfriend. Soon to be fiancé. If you had
anything to say about it. , it begins. Once again. Blood covered message.
Unidentifiable bodies. No ID no invitation. What is going on here? You think.
As you picture it all in your head. Right in front of the new message written
in blood. Still for this to happen again. At another event with invitation. Is
such A eerie coincidence. So, it is the same. Event. Just rescheduled to today
weeks later after the first message you heard it right, we are back where it
began. Another bloody message written by a killer who thinks he is both a
philosopher and an avenger at the same time. Playing two roles ill suited to
each other. Like forcing a narrative together in a story that is not yours to
tell. A puzzle piece out of place. In a timeline not fake yet proven at the
same time. What an interesting narrative in the air. You thought as the hours
trickled by while the clean up crew who just started to make actual progress on
cleaning up unidentifiable corpse number two. Still the message left this time
left an impression on you. Even miss emerald was thoughtful. The sentence in blood
you remember very well even now. What would you sacrifice to return life to the
dead who cannot rest? What a terrible choice of topic. For a message in blood.
For both you and the miss by your side. have both felt the tragic touch of
death in the most terrible way. For you it was your parents when you were a
teenager and miss emerald her only real parent according to her mind. Her
mother in a car accident and your parents in a plane crash. That is only one
set of ugly truths deck to your deck of cards. An ugly that now is looking back
from the abyss you buried it in. So, the evening went on. Both lovers fighting
for comfort in each other.in this truly blood covered coincidence. Now both
lovers are back in play. A newly created phantom ready to turn the table after
major setback. You meet the host of this society meeting in the dinning room
staring out the window mumbling under his breath. Sat in a chair restless. Bags
under his eyes. Pale like he had seen his death. Just maybe its s manifestation
of his own state of mind. A phantom eating at his already determined death. Not
that you have any doubt that the host has something going on. The messages were
clearly targeting someone in this mansion. But creeping closers . His whispers inconsistent,and incoherent . Into the night it goes. How deep the Abyss no one knows