The Tale of Flames

Ch.1
Location:Texas,Houston,Waller County
Don Corleone walked into his small home as night fell aroud him.He closed the door and locked it. He felt himself shiver as he walked deeper into his home.

"I tell him not to change the temperature and sure as hell he does." He walked into his living room and to the thermostat. It was left at seventy eight degrees. He muttered to himself as he turned the heat back up to eighty nine. It sure as hell wasn't hot outside. He still hated having to lease a room but money was becoming tighter these days. The single occupant was an unusual man. His rent was always received without trouble and Don had never seen him steal from him. He still hated not having his privacy.

He walked into the living room and preceded to make a small fire in the fireplace. He loved the warmth he felt as the fire radiated over his body. He sat in his leather chair and reached for a book on his table. He looked upon the cover to see what he had grabbed. The title read simply as The Tell of Flames. Don looked down at it in distaste. The book was a lie. There had been no NT. It was just something women told their son's so that they would behave. And yet he kept it. Too many thought NT was real. They held services for him. They worshipped him. They thought him an ultimate being. How stupid man could be. He cracked the book in his lap and began to read.

The Parasite had flooded the world in an evil curtain of ignorance and anger. NT and his disciples followed him as he let loose a Holy Flame that scorched the evil flood. As He moved forth it retreated into the depths of the earth. NT was accused by other gods of viciousness and malice. He was bannished time and time again as each new uprising called him and his followers to once more unleash the Holy Flame upon the wicked. As years passed the world settled. NT began to evaporate from this world. Soon he was thought to have left the world forever.

The book slipped from his hands and gently fell to the floor. Don's eyes were closed and his breathing was rythmic as his stomch rose and fell. His mind moved at a far faster pace.

Don felt the heat revolve around himself. He looked out to the barren field awaiting something. A cloud of dust arose as he heard screams of anger. The ground trembled as the dust rose higher and the screams became words .They were words of anger and nonsense. Don could only tell that they were words through how they were made. He felt fear grab at his legs as his body became stone. He could only see, not feel. The only thing that swept through his mind was one word. NT.

Don bolted upright in his chair to see the bright morning sun casting rays of light through his window. He stood up from his chair and began to fix breakfast when he saw his lease sittiing in a small wooden chair staring at him.

"What do you need Nick?" The he had never told him his last name.And Don never asked. The man pointed to the fridge silently.
"Oh yes. I was about to make something. "The man stared at him further.

"You had the dream again....am I correct?" He said in a clear quiet voice.

"You were twitching and gasping.....Im glad your OK now." Don was agitated by the man. Privacy apparently didn't mean much to Nick. Don shrugged it off. The man paid good money and was otherwise a good enough person. He fried some bacon and and eggs and handed Nick a plate. He ate slowly while Don stuffed a hastily made sandwich down his throat.

Don walked out of the house and down to his work at Cameron. It was a mile walk and he loved the exercise. The day around him was cool and pleasant. He gazed at the flowers as he walked on the pavement. As he neared the Cameron Facility his mind wandered back to the dream. It was becoming an unwanted habit. He had hoped the dream would leave as time went by but it stayed with him. He swiped his clearance card and walked through the door into the air conditioned shop. He heard the sound of welding tools and metal hitting metal. Randy walked out of his office and nearly bumped into Don.

"Mornin Don." Randy said as he nodded to him.

"Mornin." Randy and him had never quite gotten along with eachother. Randy felt that he could lord over Don. Don merely tried to ignore him and work. He sat at his computer and began inspecting a spread sheet for a outgoing valve. His mind wandered as he looked the sheet over for inconsistencies. Life was strange.....It never worked how you thought it would. He clicked OK and went to the next sheet. Little things made it worth living. Click. He continued checking through the sheets as the sounds around him became silent to him. He looked up at the clock to see his work day was finished.He got up from the desk and began packing up his small amount of things. Behind him a radio blared.

"The Noobirium Virus has become a problem within South Africa. The victims have become angry and have lost most mental capabilities. They strike against any who get too near them. In short, they have become animals." Don shut down the shop as he listened to this report.

"It has gotten worse since 2009. It has reached an epidemic level. "The voice changed from a frightened young womans to the of an aging man." We are not sure of the cause. It has seen a rapid increase in the last year. Wer hope to see this decline as we begin to immunize against the virus.Hank Johnson in 96.5."

Don walked out of the shop as he had come in.Pleasant and comfortable with his world.

Ch.2
Location:Undisclosed,Area 92
Dr.Dawson F. Conrad looked into the Plexiglass box. The lights around him were dimmed and the only light was a pale blue glow that radiated from the computer screens to his right. He looked to one and typed in his password: Majic Virus. As he pressed Enter the screen flashed green and pulled up past entries.

April 29, 2008
Totkanta, Swaziland
Beginnings of the N Virus surface. The infected are violent and attack with little to no reason. They experience adverse affects to light and show a lack of cognitive abilities. We are beginning to find members of the team with strange marks on the flesh of their body. They themselves have taken on the traits of the infected. They have since been quarantined.

June 14, 2008
Lesotho, Swaziland
The Virus has spread. It's ability to mutate and adapt to suit it's enviroment is astounding. This has become a serious concern.

August 1, 2009
QueensTown, South Africa
The N Virus has become a pandemic within the area. The infected have become delusional, exiting hospitals and homes at night to raze and burn down all around them. Most medical progress was lost in one such fire. Martial law has begun to be enforced. We are abandoning the area tomorrow to avoid further exposure to the Noobirium Virus. We must leave.

Dawson clicked away these past entries and began the experiment. His gaze returned to the Plexiglass room. He had stopped fighting; that is unusual.He looked closer and saw a huddled mass in the corner of the box. It rose and fell eradically as it began to stand up. It's face was taut and white and it's eyes glowed red as it stared into Weston with a drilling gaze. It rose to it's feet and backed away. The creature ran forward and slammed into the glass, which rattled but held firm. Crazy little fuck. Weston smiled and stared at it. It's face was left uninjured, its body still stable. What makes you tick? Questions would need to wait for the moment.

He typed into the computer and watched as the Plexiglass prison began to light up. The subject reacted violently, smashing its fists into the floor attempting to destroy the source. Weston waited as it began to slow and finally stopped the incessant pounding. He turned up the lights only to watch it react much in the same way, but with more distress. Why do they hate the light? No physical damage can be seen. He let his hand slide off the circular light control and started with the real experiment. He typed in the entry code once more and let his fingers fly over the keyboard.The Plexiglass was air tight and was kept oxygenated through small vents within. Pressure at 100%. Stability of room is considered excellent. His index finger hovered over the Enter key. One more try.

He pressed the key and listened as a silent hiss filled the small plexiglass room. A slight green fog tumble from the air vents and began to float across the floor. The subject began to react immediately. It made its way to the furthest corner and started it's banging once more. I need to get this damn thing sound proofed. As the gas began to rise to the creature's knees it began to scream. It was a bone melting scream. One of a cursed and dying soul. Its red eyes glowed as it stared once more into Dr. Weston's cold blue eyes. It grinned when it saw Weston's face reveal a sense of fear. It began to bite at the glass, as the doctor watched in horrified fascination. What is this thing? The gas finally blocked away the face and left the Doctor with only a green haze to peer into. He sat heavily in his chair and sighed. These were starting to wear on him. He stared at the screen and watched the counter tick down. He had four minutes until the hopeful antidote would show results.

He stood from his chair and walked into the hall. The lights made him squint for a moment. He heard thumps and clicks as he walked down the hall, others were running other tests. So much to try, so little time. He pushed two quarters into a vending machine and grabbed the Hershey Bar that fell to the bottom. He munched on it thoughtfully as he walked back to the lab. The symbol of Fire dangled on his neck. A copy of The Tell of Flames laid within his desk. The Virus was a frightening thing. It seemed as though it was from the days before NT. He finished the Hershey and walked into the lab to find the green gas fading away. Nice timing.

Dawson walked up to the box and stared inside, searching for the subject. It lay in the center of the room, it's body bloated and a rivlet of blood flowing from each eye. Doctor Weston tapped a button on the wall next to him. The small panel popped open and Weston was presented with a eye scan. He leaned forward and let the light play over his eye. A small beep told him that he was himself. Two men would take away the body to a secure dumping area. The area was filling with each failure. Weston sat in his chair and opened his desk drawer. A small bottle of Jack Daniels looked up to him.

"Well, hey there, buddy." He popped it open and took a swig. He had no better plans than drinking a bit and awaiting his new subject.

Ch.3
Location:Texas,Houston,Waller County
Bilco sat in his office, a fan twirling lazily over his head as he began to make yet another paper airplane. He is twenty two years old and works in an office in a small bank. The wastebasket near his desk was surrounded by little crumples planes, yet not one had made it in yet. He took the newest model and threw it towards the basket. It gracefully flew into the side of basket and bounced off.
"Damn it," He got up and picked up all the wrecked planes, dumping them into the basket in annoyance.

As the last plane fell into the trash can, Robert knocked on the half opened door. After a quick glance at the mass of crumpled planes Robert chuckled.
"How many made it in?"
Bilco scowled. "None," Robert laughed harder as Bilco flipped him the bird. "Fuck you Rob," He said well naturedly as the laughing began to cool down. Robert’s features suddenly focused as he remembered what he came there for.
"Did you get that report written up?"
Bilco walked over to his desk and slid open one of the smooth wooden drawers, took a folder, and handed it to Robert. "Yeah, still wondering what he wants it for,"
Rob flipped through the sheets of paper and wondered the same thing. The sheet contained the ethnicity of each and every employee in the building along with all a summary of all medical records.

"They say that Africa is getting worse...."Rob said quietly to himself, still thumbing the report.
"I haven't been listening lately. What’s new?" Rob stopped flipping the papers and looked up to Bilco. His silver necklace gleamed with The Fire.

"There was a plane yesterday, ‘Robert laughed a little nervously as he looked at Bilco's little planes, ‘Someone with the virus was on it. How he got in no one knows but he managed it. There were seventy people on that plane. Men, women, children. They were all ripped to pieces before he got into the cockpit," Bilco's face began to lose its expression as he listened. “The plane was out in the center of the Pacific. The pilot's last words were to pray for him and his wife. After that there was just static. The plane hasn't been found yet. They think it is at the bottom of the ocean. I hope to AI, Rasq, and Pheonix that it is. "Robert stood leaned up against the frame of the door with the report held in his hand. His face slowly regained its older charm as he walked away.
Bilco sat in his chair and sighed. Why wouldn't this mess go away? He felt the chain on his neck and gently wrapped it around his finger. As he sat their, his finger twirled the necklace around his neck absently the clock on his computer showed 6:15.He got up out of the leather seat and walked out the door, his briefcase in hand.

As he walked down the hallway he heard papers rustling and falling. He walked further down the hall to find it was Mr. Joffry, the banks owner; in his office. Papers were scattered on the floor as he stuffed other into a briefcase. His face was taunt and looked older than its fifty years, his white hair was in shambles and his eyes darted around the room, figuring what he needed at that moment. He did not see Bilco at this moment and that may have been best. Bilco slipped out of the bank and began to walk home. The sunset glared in front of him as he took the shades from his pocket and put them on. As he began to near his apartment he heard sirens and saw as an ambulance raced past him and down the street.

"I wonder what happened?" he said and he walked into the apartment, another day done.

you fail at grammar

Thx ^^

no he dosent its very good hope there is more

interesting. We'll see if you can make a believer of yourself yet...

Hmm, nice story don. Good spelling, only a couple grammatical mistakes, and a setup to a potentialy interesting story.

Thx ^^
The idea hit me last night and it won't leave ^^

"I tell him not to change the temperature and sure as hell they do."

see the problem? yeah, your story is filled of shit like that

Does everything have to be perfect with you?

dude, thats not even NEAR perfect. Its obtrusive. plus did you not forget the fan fic is about me?

Sorry bout that ^^
I saw and forgot to finish it.
And its not all about you
Your just a character of intrigue.

Of course it's not perfect! Perfection is humanly imposible!

And what does it being about you (which don just said it isn't) matter?

KristallNacht wrote:dude, thats not even NEAR perfect. Its obtrusive. plus did you not forget the fan fic is about me?

Wait, it's about you?

Im only read the first paragraph (I can't stand reading long stories that aren't broken up into chapters or parts).

note the fact it does fucking say "NT" like 20 times in that story

KristallNacht wrote:note the fact it does fucking say "NT" like 20 times in that story

Note the fact that I barely scratched the surface.

And besides, you say his grammer fails? You can't even remember to put a capitol letter at the beginning of your sentences.

But let's stop it here, getting in a flame war with you is like trieing to fight a battleship with a toothpick.

And NT if you read the entire CH. you see its not about you.Though you will be an important part of the story.And i went through it and changed what errors i saw,
lolz

Just read it. Pretty good so far, but Nick seems to come off as a rapist to me.

WTF?!

...No....
I never thought of that but no....

NT and his disciples?
wth?
The other gods banished him?


Don, you have befallen Delusions and Grandeur

What ya mean?
In the story im trying to show NT as a god.
The Book is like a Bible.

blah w.e

Whom, in your mind, are his disciples?

Interesting Don. Cant wait to see wat u do with the rest of the story.

His disciples.....
Everyone who helped with the booty sigs ^^
And the others who helped him when E3 came around.

Do you even know the TRUE story of the booty sigs?