Part 1 - Armageddon.
Sandra Blake peered through the blinds of her small apartment with interest at the events unfolding on the street below. The police had arrived about ten minutes ago and had removed access to the street, concerned about an anonymous tip-off referring to a bomb.
"But it looks just like a Jack in the box..."
There was definitely something in the road, but Sandra wasn't so sure that it was a bomb. To her, it looked as if a child had left a toy, albeit an ancient and intricately decorated one, in the middle of the street, and the police were having a feild day with it. She was startled out of her trance by the shrill tone of her phone, and so she pried herself away from her seat in the Gods and padded across the room towards it, just as a sleek black car pulled up outside next to the Police.
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Cheif Inspector Halsall swore silently under his breath as the three men, dressed mundanely as ever in their suits, shades - Both pitch black - and earpieces, approached. As they drew alongside the Cheif Inspector the man in the centre, who seemed a little taller than the others, spoke:
"Is the area secure, Cheif Inspector?" His voice was cold, calculatingand mechanical, the Cheif Inspector snorted and decided to humour him.
"The street is secure, but the houses to either side are still occupied, I didn't see the reason to evacuate 'em, it's just a kids toy for Christ's sake!"
As the last word escaped his mouth, the man on the far left spoke:
"The orders were for the protection of you and everyone else around you, Inspector, any consequences now are your liability, you were warned"
Halsall opened his mouth to rebuke, but his attention was drawn away by a clicking sound, emanating from the box they had to securely cordened off. It began clicking faster after a few seconds, and parts of the box began to move; the top half of the box sliding apart into quarters, a dull purple light glowing faintly from the centre. The clicking grew more intense, yet further apart; blasting out in short volleys of clicks before dying down, leaving only a loud yet dull throbbing hum.
The Cheif Inspector looked on in awe, and looked up to the Bureu men;
"So, what - Is this some sort of pyrotechnics show?" But the Agents weren't listening; the one in the Center looked sharply from one to the other:
"Summon a containment team Immediately, the relic has been activated"
Upon concluding the order, the 3 men looked simultaneously at the sky, and put a hand to their earpieces in unison. The Cheif Inspector, and his presinct of officers, looked on at the "relic" in suspended disbeleif:
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"You don't know me, but I've been watching you for some time" Sandra's eyes widened as the voice at the end of the line revealed himself; The voice was dark, deep and eerie, yet there was something comforting about the sinister eloquence it held:
"H-h-how do you know me?"
"That is irrelevant" The voice continued, "All that you need to know, is that your time to die is not today, but your time to live is not far away"
"What?" a slight sense of panic began to take control of Sandra "How do you mean, "live"? I've been living for 24 years haven't I?"
"If you want to call this living, then yes, I suppose you have. But there's always been something more that you've yearned for, hasn't there? Something elusive and inexplainable - You've always wanted it, but never know what it was or how to get it..." There was a pause, Sandra stood, dumbfounded for a moment, before the voice continued, "...but I can show you it."
A previously absent sense of confidence sprung from deep within Sandra at the mention of her desire, and she leaned in close to the phone, oblivious to the growing purple haze gathering outside her window...
"What do I need to do?" She breathed.
"Take your most necessary belongings" He paused again, "Most importantly, your cell phone, and get out of your house and the building" He paused again, and Sandra furrowed her brow in confusion,
"Do it now"
There was a click, and the line went dead.
Sandra, despite her genuine oblivity to the situation, didn't have to be asked twice; Grabbing her cell phone from the table along with the keys to her apartment, she hurried out of the door, slamming it behind her, and hurried down the stairs to the exit.
She was meters from the foyere when the box opened.
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The purple light pillared up from within the box to strike at the sky and a purple void began to crawl from below the box to encompass the road it lay on, expanding with an accelerating vigour. As it moved along, small green symbols, much akin to computer code, began to rise from the void in small amounts, floating a short distance before shatterring into a small shower of green shards that fell about the vortex.
The police officers looked on in horror as it grew - The Agents stood in defiance to the obstrusion, their moods undefinable behind their opaque sunglasses.
As quickly as the expanse had grew, it stopped and, for a moment, everything was quiet. The police looked up over the trunks of their cruisers to survey damage; there was none. The Agents looked at each other, their brows furrowed slightly in the slightest flurry of confusion:
"Where is the containment team?"
"They are en route"
"Double their efforts. Immediately"
No sooner had they finished conversing, the box detonated. A shockwave blasted out from the void to the security perimeter around, disintigrating police cruisers and officers alike. The Agents staggerred backwards, their shades blasted from their faces, otherwise unharmed.
"Find the Seraphim and delete them!" The centre one growled. A second shockwave blasted out upon his words, and the Agents were blown into oblivion.
As the dust settled from the second blast, figures began forming in the void, forming from the same symbols that floated around previously. They formed up into white shoes, crisp white slacks and suit jacket, pink undershirt and white tie to conclude. When the creation was complete, the enigmas tugged on their clenched fists in unison, and the crunching of knuckles rang out into the street, a sound overshadowed only by the incessant hum of the box.
The Ark of Armageddon had been opened.
TBC...
Sandra Blake peered through the blinds of her small apartment with interest at the events unfolding on the street below. The police had arrived about ten minutes ago and had removed access to the street, concerned about an anonymous tip-off referring to a bomb.
"But it looks just like a Jack in the box..."
There was definitely something in the road, but Sandra wasn't so sure that it was a bomb. To her, it looked as if a child had left a toy, albeit an ancient and intricately decorated one, in the middle of the street, and the police were having a feild day with it. She was startled out of her trance by the shrill tone of her phone, and so she pried herself away from her seat in the Gods and padded across the room towards it, just as a sleek black car pulled up outside next to the Police.
---
Cheif Inspector Halsall swore silently under his breath as the three men, dressed mundanely as ever in their suits, shades - Both pitch black - and earpieces, approached. As they drew alongside the Cheif Inspector the man in the centre, who seemed a little taller than the others, spoke:
"Is the area secure, Cheif Inspector?" His voice was cold, calculatingand mechanical, the Cheif Inspector snorted and decided to humour him.
"The street is secure, but the houses to either side are still occupied, I didn't see the reason to evacuate 'em, it's just a kids toy for Christ's sake!"
As the last word escaped his mouth, the man on the far left spoke:
"The orders were for the protection of you and everyone else around you, Inspector, any consequences now are your liability, you were warned"
Halsall opened his mouth to rebuke, but his attention was drawn away by a clicking sound, emanating from the box they had to securely cordened off. It began clicking faster after a few seconds, and parts of the box began to move; the top half of the box sliding apart into quarters, a dull purple light glowing faintly from the centre. The clicking grew more intense, yet further apart; blasting out in short volleys of clicks before dying down, leaving only a loud yet dull throbbing hum.
The Cheif Inspector looked on in awe, and looked up to the Bureu men;
"So, what - Is this some sort of pyrotechnics show?" But the Agents weren't listening; the one in the Center looked sharply from one to the other:
"Summon a containment team Immediately, the relic has been activated"
Upon concluding the order, the 3 men looked simultaneously at the sky, and put a hand to their earpieces in unison. The Cheif Inspector, and his presinct of officers, looked on at the "relic" in suspended disbeleif:
---
"You don't know me, but I've been watching you for some time" Sandra's eyes widened as the voice at the end of the line revealed himself; The voice was dark, deep and eerie, yet there was something comforting about the sinister eloquence it held:
"H-h-how do you know me?"
"That is irrelevant" The voice continued, "All that you need to know, is that your time to die is not today, but your time to live is not far away"
"What?" a slight sense of panic began to take control of Sandra "How do you mean, "live"? I've been living for 24 years haven't I?"
"If you want to call this living, then yes, I suppose you have. But there's always been something more that you've yearned for, hasn't there? Something elusive and inexplainable - You've always wanted it, but never know what it was or how to get it..." There was a pause, Sandra stood, dumbfounded for a moment, before the voice continued, "...but I can show you it."
A previously absent sense of confidence sprung from deep within Sandra at the mention of her desire, and she leaned in close to the phone, oblivious to the growing purple haze gathering outside her window...
"What do I need to do?" She breathed.
"Take your most necessary belongings" He paused again, "Most importantly, your cell phone, and get out of your house and the building" He paused again, and Sandra furrowed her brow in confusion,
"Do it now"
There was a click, and the line went dead.
Sandra, despite her genuine oblivity to the situation, didn't have to be asked twice; Grabbing her cell phone from the table along with the keys to her apartment, she hurried out of the door, slamming it behind her, and hurried down the stairs to the exit.
She was meters from the foyere when the box opened.
---
The purple light pillared up from within the box to strike at the sky and a purple void began to crawl from below the box to encompass the road it lay on, expanding with an accelerating vigour. As it moved along, small green symbols, much akin to computer code, began to rise from the void in small amounts, floating a short distance before shatterring into a small shower of green shards that fell about the vortex.
The police officers looked on in horror as it grew - The Agents stood in defiance to the obstrusion, their moods undefinable behind their opaque sunglasses.
As quickly as the expanse had grew, it stopped and, for a moment, everything was quiet. The police looked up over the trunks of their cruisers to survey damage; there was none. The Agents looked at each other, their brows furrowed slightly in the slightest flurry of confusion:
"Where is the containment team?"
"They are en route"
"Double their efforts. Immediately"
No sooner had they finished conversing, the box detonated. A shockwave blasted out from the void to the security perimeter around, disintigrating police cruisers and officers alike. The Agents staggerred backwards, their shades blasted from their faces, otherwise unharmed.
"Find the Seraphim and delete them!" The centre one growled. A second shockwave blasted out upon his words, and the Agents were blown into oblivion.
As the dust settled from the second blast, figures began forming in the void, forming from the same symbols that floated around previously. They formed up into white shoes, crisp white slacks and suit jacket, pink undershirt and white tie to conclude. When the creation was complete, the enigmas tugged on their clenched fists in unison, and the crunching of knuckles rang out into the street, a sound overshadowed only by the incessant hum of the box.
The Ark of Armageddon had been opened.
TBC...
