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Price's POV
I wake with a start, cold sweat running down my forehead and back, a faint itch runs up my arm
'damn these night terrors'. It has always been like this, nightmares and memories of times i wish to forget, but reality is, i can never forget.
I throw my covers off me with a grunt, time to wake and get started. I yawn while stretching, feeling all my joints pop while doing so. I hated waking up, just as much as i hated being asleep.
Getting dressed and having a quick bite to eat, always stuff to do while in a new home, in a new place, with new people. But unfortunately, the so called 'new people' are not very friendly.
I had walked through the village just the other day, on my way to fetch supplies but all i could hear are mutters and windows slamming shut. 'What friendly people' Now i have never considered myself a 'good man' i never claimed to be polite but that did not mean I'm an asshole that deserved to be treated like the plague.
Grunting to myself at the cold, i leave my newly built house, axe in hand. Getting firewood was simple enough, waking up in my home each morning was a blessing, minus the terrible dreams that left me in a cold sweat. I loved finding my own food through hunting, making my life my own out here was the very reason i came.
I had heard of this place by a woman passing by one day, talking about a village that was mostly secluded from the rest of the world, where a person could be free, fit me to a Tee, so i quit my job, sold anything i didn't need or want, and moved here.
I had met a kind Lady when i had arrived, she had talked about owning a piece of land that she was selling, and it seemed my luck was through the roof. So i bought it, And within a few months of camping and building, i had made a house. Not as big as a regular house but not small enough to be called a cabin. It was a great day, one i will remember forever fondly.
My old life was not as comfortable as this one, that was the price you had to pay when living a dangerous life, but all that was behind me. Now i can just live.
Well that was the plan anyway. Building my own home was a dream. One that I quite enjoyed, actually. The problem was all the strangeness going around. I mean, I never really went to the village much, it was really only when i got here and bought my land, i had to get material shipped here from the next town over. No, after the first day of being here, i limited the time i would go to the village, if they did not want me there, than fine.
Traveling up to the boarder of my property, I reached the trees i had intended to cut down for firewood. A couple hours later i had managed to get quite the hall. I started heading home with a few at a time, heading back to collect more till i was stacked up for the week. This will do me plenty
With my morning task done, i headed down to the basement, only to stop as i look to my wooden floorboards. Well, one spot in particular. It wasn't the floorboards themselves that made me pause. No, it's what is underneath the floorboards that have me frozen in place.
I shake my head to this, that part of my life is over, i am here now and i can make something of myself. Everything was almost done, just needed to replace the last bit of flooring in the basement for good measure.
After some time, the floor in the Basement is complete. I start cleaning up the sawdust and power tools until everything is in order.
Making a mental list of things to do is yet again my top priority. First, i need to Hook up the wiring to the solar panels on the roof. Fix the lights and the plumbing for a shower and taps for cooking. Hell of a list, but its those acts of labour that bring me joy and meaning.
NO ONES POV
"So, i hear there is new game in town" Heisenberg said to no one in particular.
Curving his boredom with random conversation was not a favoured pass time with him, but waiting for the 'high and mighty' Mother Miranda, was driving him to almost unbearable annoyance. This seemed to get the attention of all the other Lords that gathered in the old condemned church.
"fresh toys! HAHAHA!" Angie the fucking demented doll 'ugh' thought Karl.
Meetings with there 'oh so great' leader, was almost routine for them. Gathering here to talk about important topics was a must for the lords, each having important perspectives and ideas to improve upon, or just to start an argument out of pure boredom, either way suited some of them just fine.
Karl Heisenberg. A genius in technology and a deadly weapons handler to all that annoyed him. some would say handsome with a grin that could turn heads. Others would say a vicious, cruel, mean and a killer of all kind
Donna Beneviento. Like Heisenberg, a genius in her field of chemicals and psychological manipulation, but was unhinged by the changes made by mother Miranda's experiments. Manifested psychological trauma in the form of a creepy, almost broken doll. AKA Angie the talking doll
Moreau. Co-dependent, twisted and mutated fish man. while child-like on the inside, his outside shows his true nature. A parasite. Disgusting, pathetic and often unstable. The least liked lord out of all four. Willing to do anything for the sake of praise, even harming others.
Alcina Dimitrescu. tall, beautiful and deadly, All combined into one being. But far from perfect. Often egotistical, followed by a narcissistic personality. She lusts for blood, while it does keep her young, yes. It acts as a stabilizer, for her regenerative form. And last but not least, her daughters. bela, daniela and cassandra. her pride and joy, but that is a story for another time
Raising a brow to this curious statement, Lady Dimitrescu seemed almost intrigued. "Oh? And prey tell, 'little brother'. Who is this Stranger?"
As expected. Alcina's words had there usual bite to them whenever she regarded Heisenberg, or any male for that matter. 'Not a dull moment with her it seems' Karl thought as he continued to puff on his fancy cigar, not bothering to face the giantess.
"Yes. I overheard some of the villagers mumbling about an outsider, that lived just on the outskirts of the village border. It seems he has been there for some time, building a house" Alcina's face contorted with agitation at how casual Heisenberg addressed her.
If there is one thing Alcina dimitrescu despised more than anything, it was this mans lack of respect. In regards to Karl, it was Alcina's over pompous attitude that really got under his skin.
'Super sized bitch' Is what he loved to call her, and it irritated her to no end. It left a pleasant feeling in his soul whenever he did so.
"Interesting. New prey is hard to come by these days. Blood from the outside world would liven up house Dimitrescu considerably" Karl's eyes shifted from the roof to the freakishly tall woman. A quick glance and an eye roll was his response.
'There she goes again. Claiming another poor fool, what a waste'
The room grew quiet again as all settled back down. This however did not last for long, as the room was filled with noise. wind blew open the twin double doors violently as crows began to circle above the hole in the roof of said church.
The crows dove like a dark tornado from the bowls of hell into the centre of the room. They clashed, as if fighting to be first in a space, no one could see. From this event, a shape began to form. Karl's gaze hardened at the sight. Knowing exactly who is capable and powerful enough to do such a thing.
Alcina's face shifted into a look of awe. Every time she saw this grand entrance, it left her feeling inspired. Very few people could give her this feeling, and it always left an impression on the matriarch of house Dimitrescu
Donna remained in her seat quietly. unmoved by the spectacle, or at least as far as anyone would tell. Though the same could not be said about her little abomination. Angie regarded this spectacular event with a shriek of glee. Bubbling around excitedly, as she often does with things that peek her interest.
Moreau fumbled with the hem of his cloak. an ugly smile stretches across his deformed lips, showing crooked spaced out teeth. The words "mother" left his lips as the form began to turn even more into a human shape
Stepping out from the dark smoke that lingered from her transformation, six wings spread out in all directions. Casting an almost angel like picture to all in the room.
All thoughts of the lords seemed to be the same, as one name came to mind of who this person is. Glancing around the room to her creations "Children" was the word that left her elegant lips. And the other lords spoke the thoughts they all shared
"Mother Miranda!"