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First Chapter of my SCP fanfic.

Chapter 1: First Assignment

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, spewing bolts of lightning at the ocean below on a stormy night. A helicopter hurried through the ominous skies, tossed by gusts of wind. Tensions were high among the passengers. Four soldiers gripped their weapons, bracing against the helicopter's sways.

Among them sat a woman in a lab coat, seemingly the calmest of all. Her hair curled in large sophisticated swoops of light pink, with an electric blue streak on the front bang, stopping just above her shoulders. Her skin was a smooth, darkened bronze with a red undertone. The blue light from her holo-screen clipboard reflected on her rectangular glasses, illuminating the cabin.

The pilot called out to the back. “Sorry for the bumpy ride, Dr. Leeuwen. I know we’re bringing ya’ in on short notice, but the top brass seem to think you’re the only one who can help this situation.”

She glanced up briefly, then back to her clipboard. Her subtle Dutch accent cut through the cabin. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m looking forward to getting started, however ahead of schedule it may be.”

“ That’s good to hear. O5-Head’s gonna be contacting you soon for the briefing on your assignment. Meanwhile I’ll try to get us in as close as possible, but as you can see,…it’s a wreck down there.”

She glanced out of the nearby window to see the SCP foundation headquarters off in the distance. It appeared to be in total chaos. Tall stacks of flame and smoke rose from several points on the building. The ocean surrounding it was tumultuous and violent, glowing a bright yellow from the flames spewing out of the building above. The accompanying soldiers looked down at the havoc ridden facility, questioning the likelihood that they would survive this endeavor. One of them turned to another and whispered. “ Do you think we’re gonna make it? I mean,..,I know she’s supposed to be the best in the field, or so they say, but what is she really going to do against a raging SCP?”

The other soldier turned to him. “Shhhhh you idiot, she’s right there. If you got a question, you can ask her yourself.”

“I’d rather not. All things considered, she’s kinda intimidatin’ don’t you think?” She hasn’t flinched this entire flight despite the turbulence.”

“Would you pull it together already? We’ve got one job. That’s to keep her safe while she does her’s. The rest doesn’t really matter.”

The nervous soldier went back to staring out of the window. Immediately they heard a loud explosion come from the building. The helicopter was instantly caught up in the residual gusts of wind as debris flew in their direction.

“Everybody hold on!” The pilot called out. “ Things are definitely getting worse down there.”

He tugged on the throttle, struggling to keep the vehicle upright as he maneuvered to dodge the incoming debris. They were getting closer to the facility, with the helipad finally becoming visible through the smoke. Suddenly the woman’s clipboard began beeping. It seemed she had an incoming call of some kind. She reached to the back of the clipboard and pulled out a small earpiece that was docked in it’s charger port. She then stuck it in her ear as she pulled up the call on her screen. She answered it. “ It’s a pleasure to finally speak with you again, Overseer. Although I wish it were under better conditions.”

The person on the other end responded. “ Dr. Amalia Van Leeuwen. It is a bit earlier than expected, but we’re glad to finally have you on board. It is indeed unfortunate the current circumstances, but with the SCP 0-76-2 on the loose, we had no choice but to move forward with the operation. Break-outs like this are only going to become more frequent in the days to come, which is precisely why we’re bringing you in on such short notice.”

“I see.” She responded while looking over the info-log for SCP 0-76-2, code name “Abel”.

“Your first assignment is thus: Enter the SCP Headquarters facility and subdue the rogue SCP 0-76-2. In addition, you are to place him back under restraint and safely within the confines of SCP 0-76-1.”

As she continued the call, the helicopter was making its landing on the roof of the headquarters. SCP soldiers stood on the roof as well, waving them in as the chopper made its descent. They appeared to be exhausted from battle. Among them were the bodies of fellow soldiers fallen prey to the attack. Once securely on the helipad, they could hear the commotion inside the facility. The voices of the soldiers inside could be heard as soon as they stepped foot out of the helicopter. Orders were being screamed in the midst of loud explosions and gunfire. The soldiers quickly began exiting the craft as the team leader shouted. “Alright team you have your orders! Surround and protect Dr. Leeuwen at all costs until her objective is complete! Now move into your positions!”

“Sir yes sir!” They all yelled back in response as they hustled to line up just outside of the chopper.

Dr. Leeuwen stood up and stepped slowly off of the helicopter, now surrounded by men in tactical gear and armed with special high-grade SCP weaponry. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and burned flesh, mixed in with the salt from the ocean. The dark clouds above were lit up from the fires burning around the facility.

The voice on the call continued. “It should be understood that should you fail in this task, or prove unable to control the situation, the facility and all current occupants Including yourself will be quarantined off and terminated effective immediately. Any record of you and your involvement with the SCP foundation will be terminated as well. Are you in compliance with these terms?”

“I understand the terms of my assignment, and I adhere to the conditions.” She continued past the soldiers, making her way to the entrance of the facility. “Now if you don’t mind, Overseer,…I’d like to begin my work.”

“Understood. You have a platoon of SCP armed forces at your disposal. Best of luck to you all. We await good news.”

The call ended as a soldier ran up to them from inside. He was out of breath and struggling to talk over the sound of the helicopter blades. “Right this way ma’am!” He stuck his arm out in the direction of the door leading inside. She and the four armed soldiers followed his direction as he guided them through the doors. The captain walked them down a long corridor that had suffered a great deal of damage in the calamity. Lights flickered in malfunction, casting fleeting light on the corpses and destruction. Loose wires dangled from holes made in the ceiling and the walls, occasionally shooting sparks from the severed ends. The building was already falling apart, and the SCP hadn’t even made it this far up yet. Deep rumblings from the battle being waged hundreds of feet below sea level could be felt in their feet as they walked.

“What is the current situation down there?” She asked, walking and scrolling on her clipboard. Completely unbothered by the destruction around her.

The guiding soldier responded; “The SCP 0-76-2 escaped out of SCP 0-76-1 at approximately 03:00 hours earlier today. It’s completely wrecked containment area 25, used to contain it and SCP 0-76-1, and is currently making its way through the tunnel connecting to the main building. We’ve set up barricades at sectors A-1 through A-4 of the tunnel. So far it’s managed to break through sectors A-4 and A-3. We’re holding it in A-2, but at this rate it’ll make it to the main facility in no time. We have strict orders to destroy the entire tunnel system, along with containment area 25 should we fail to halt it’s progress.”

“And how many men do we have still on their feet?”

“I’m not gonna lie, Doc.” He responded reluctantly. “ We’ve suffered heavy casualties and the number’s only growing. To our knowledge there was only one agent in the SCP organization that knew how to deal with this thing.”

“I’m aware. SCP special agent Thomas Shields. Killed in action some time ago during an unrelated SCP operation gone wrong.”

“That’s our guy. As valiant as he was, no one survives a kill order from the higher-ups. And without his expertise, I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do to contain it. Any ideas ma’am?”

Amalia stopped short of an elevator that lead down into the tunnel. The squad of soldiers abruptly halted their march as well. She turned to the agent with a stern yet earnest look about her face. “You leave that part to me, Captain. Once I’m inside I’ll need you to ensure no one interferes while I’m dealing with the rogue SCP. Are we clear?”

The captain stepped in front of her. “But ma’am, our orders are to protect you during this endeavor. You’re way too valuable to the foundation to just let you waltz in there unguarded.”

“With all due respect, captain. There is little you or anyone else can do against SCP 0-76-2 at this point. If you want your men to come out of this alive, I’ll need nothing less than your full compliance. Understood?”

The captain was hesitant to respond. He knew full well the risks that awaited them below, but he was unable to combat the doctor’s logic. He was losing men and resources by the second, with no real solution in sight. He took a deep breath, and then stepped to the side to let her and her team onto the elevator. As she stepped onto it, she could feel the captain’s concern. She looked back at him as a blue glass wall, cracked from the quaking below, closed her and her squad inside. She smirked at him. “Don’t worry captain. I did not fly all the way from Europe to die on my first assignment. I will see this mission through to it’s completion.”

The captain waved as the elevator began taking them down into the depths of the tunnel. “I sure hope you’re right about that miss. God help us if you’re wrong.”

The ride down into the tunnel was turbulent. The lower they went, the more clearly the sound of battle rang out. Random quakes caused the lights on the elevator to flicker. This was slowly unnerving the soldiers. The doctor however stayed poised and calm, still going over the files on her clipboard screen. Once the elevator stopped, the glass opened up to the first sector of the tunnel. It was still intact as the SCP had yet to make it this far. The large tunnel was filled with SCP agents and soldiers, all behind their weapons, waiting for the moment to defend against the murderous SCP. They all stood in a tense silence, listening to the chaos on the other side of the far wall. Gunshots and death screams were heard vividly now, along with the battle cries of the SCP. You could almost hear the soldiers’ rattling knees as they shook in fear of the onslaught. They were all so lost in anticipation that they hardly noticed the doctor and her team approaching the blast wall connecting to the second sector. One soldier called out. “Wait ma’am! That area’s extremely dangerous!”

She paid him no mind. Her stride was unbreakable, driven by curiosity and intrigue. The small troop of soldiers followed behind her nervously, guns at the ready. As they approached the large metal wall, they could hear the final gunshots of the last remaining agent. Shortly after were sounds of a vicious attack, then came the death cry. Everything fell dreadfully silent for a short moment. Everyone currently occupying sector A-1 was frozen in anticipation, gripped in fear and uncertainty, but Amalia had only inquisition on the brain. She slowly and carefully approached the reinforced wall, leaning in to glean anything she could. This made the soldiers in her company uneasy. One whispered in urgency. “Ma’am! I highly advise against…”

“Shhh!” She cut back at him.

She leaned in further, placing her head against the wall in an attempt assess the situation. She could hear a heavy demonic breathing echoing off of the walls inside. The vibrations were deep and ominous, rattling through the bones of everyone present. Suddenly, the breathing grew into a savage roar. It was immediately followed by the tip of a large blackened greatsword, piercing the wall right next to where Amalia had planted her face. Her eyes grew wide from what seemed more surprise than fear. This threw all of the soldiers into panic. They all manned their battle stations in preparation for the incoming attack. A blood thirsty voice rang out. “WHERE,…IS HE?!!”

The sword instantly disappeared from the hole it had just made in the 10 inch reinforced blast gate. One of the agents quickly scurried to a console on a nearby wall. He nervously began opening it and punching numbers into the now revealed keypad. Amalia began peaking through the newly made hole, ignoring the survival instincts that any normal person would’ve displayed in such a situation.

That’s when she saw it, or him rather. Standing in the center of an ankle-high blood pool with dismembered corpses scattered about. Sectors A-2 through 4 looked like his own personal hellscape. A battlefield bathed in the life force of his enemies. SCP 0-76-2 had the form of a young (seemingly) Sumerian male. As we know, SCP’s come in innumerable variations of shape/size/state of being, and so forth. This particular SCP took the shape of a warrior. His skin was the color of fresh soil, riddled with strange red markings, and pulsating with a demonic aura. His long brown locks floating behind him as if lifted by the aura to defy gravity.

She watched as his rage swelled once more, this time driving him to stab his recalled blade into a corpse on the ground. He screamed as the red glow in his eyes intensified. “Where is the warrior you call Thomas Shields?!” He proceeded to stab the body repeatedly in a fit of rage, each time creating massive splashes of blood. “None of you weaklings are worthy of my strength! Bring me Shields now damn you!”

It was clear that he was lost in his rage, hating any and everything that couldn’t satisfy his bloodlust. Amalia turned away from wall, her arms semi folded, gripping her chin in contemplation. She muttered under her breath, barely audible to the soldiers right behind her. “It seems his goal was never to make it out of the facility. He’s only been pushing this way because that’s where the fight is.”

A soldier stepped forward curiously. “Ma’am? What’s happening in there?” He whispered.

Before she could answer him, a metal clang rang out in the back of the room. The keys belonging the nervous agent had fallen onto the metal floor. They all tensed up at the audibility of the noise. Amalia looked back through the hole having heard Abel react to the sound. “THERE YOU ARE!!!” He shouted while winding back his blade. It seemed to be accumulating power. Amalia began moving away from the wall quickly. “Everyone get back!!” She yelled. A soldier grabbed her as she ran in his direction, bracing them both for impact. The SCP let out a viscous roar as he released a dark energy slash in their direction. The attack tore through the wall separating them, cleaving it in two in a diagonal angle. The force of the attack fierce, blowing some of the soldiers back on impact. The agent by the wall began punching the key vigorously after seeing the SCP’s strength. A large button on the console began to glow red. He went to push it, but was halted by Amalia’s voice. “Wait!” She yelled.

The agent turned to her with fear in his eyes. “ But ma’am,…I have to detonate this entire area should the SCP reach the last sector.”

“Do you want to die agent?” She asked, removing herself from the cover of the soldier guarding her.

“N-no ma’am.” He responded anxiously.

“Then I suggest you hold off and let me do my job.”

She turned toward the wall and began walking toward the gaping slit in it. They could hear the SCP getting closer. “SHIELDS!!” He screamed. “Why do you hide from me? It is unlike you!”

“He’s not coming I’m afraid!” Came a voice from the wall.

The SCP turned to see Amalia walking through the hole toward him. He grinned for a moment, then began to frown. “You lie.” He responded as he stabbed his blade into the blood-soaked floor. “He is duty bound to face me. He would not dare leave me unchallenged.”

“I’m sure you are right about that, if he were not dead.”

This angered him. “More lies!” He yelled as the aura became more intense. “He was a warrior of great strength. He is not so easily killed.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but the man you seek was killed in a bomb strike called by the higher-Ups. They were unable to contain the situation, so decisions were made.”

The SCP was immediately stricken with shock and disappointment. All of the rage and animosity dispersed from him instantly, as if her words had stripped him of all motivation. He squatted down next to his blade that was still jutting out of the floor.

“Killed in a,…bomb strike?” He pondered to himself, unsure of what the words meant.

“Correct. You know, a bomb,…boom.” She pantomimed. “I’m afraid you won’t be getting the fight you so desperately long for.”

“Silence woman!” He responded irritably. “You know nothing about what I long for. It’s a pitiful end for a man such as he. Killed by men who wouldn’t dream of stepping foot on a battlefield. He deserved better,…he deserved death by a worthy opponent.”

“Does this sadden you?” She asked, stepping toward him cautiously.

“Sadden? No no,…it disgusts me more like. He was one of your best. Yet you discarded him when the convenience arrived.” He dispersed his blade into nothingness as he stood up. “I’m no longer interested in this rampage of mine. I wish to return to my coffin.”

“I understand, but might I interest you in a proposition Perhaps?”

He cut his head in her direction. “If you are not a warrior of great skill, then I am uninterested.”

She stepped closer. “That is precisely the matter I wish to discuss. My job here is to recruit you for a special assignment. An assignment involving the recapture of very powerful and dangerous SCP’s, much like yourself.”

He grunted in frustration. He was a simple warrior. The doctors words were much too fancy for his liking. He cracked his neck while waiting for her to simplify her request. She sensed his disinterest. “Simply put, you will be fighting against very strong enemies. In doing so,…you may yet find the worthy opponent your looking for.”

“And what’s stopping me from refusing and murdering all of you cowards?”

“If you do not agree, the foundation will simply make the same call that inevitably killed your friend Thomas. Everyone here dies, and you go back to your coffin for a long nap. And needless to say, no worthy opponents for you.”

The idea of resting peacefully tinged at his soul. He hated the idea of remaining docile for any amount of time. He could possibly end up sleeping for months, years, centuries even. He scratched his head for a moment in contemplation.

“And what are the terms of this,…recruitment of yours?”

“Simple. You will refrain from attacking SCP headquarters and its staff. Additionally you will have to wear this.” She held out what looked like some sort of collar. “This will ensure that your rage is kept in check. Should you become unmanageable it will detonate, killing you, although only momentarily.”

“You drive a hard bargain woman. Is that all?” He asked, displaying a bit of excitement.

“One last thing. You will be working alongside another SCP of my choosing.”

“I do not need a partner. They’d only get in my way.”

She calmly walks up to him and places the collar around his neck. She then looks up and smiles at the warrior. “Don’t worry my dear. You’re going to absolutely love him I’m sure.”

Chapter End-

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ishredart · 8 months ago

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First Chapter of my Skyrim FanFic

Prologue:

It was a bright and brimming day in the town of Falkreath. On this day in particular, a Redgaurd man by the name of Falwon V'orrn was making his annual trading rounds. Each year he'd load up a bag of odd trinkets, and make stops in cities located in the neighboring continents. He'd start out from Elinhir of Hammerfell making stops in Falkreath and Riften in Skyrim, then down to Bruma and Chorrol in Cyrodil. This year however was particularly different. He had brought his son Kinetrius for the journey. It was his first time coming with his father and he was exited to see all of the different lands outside of his own. Falwon was a very charismatic man that seemed almost impervious to Cultural barriers. With friends in the most unlikely of places, and a very good business man to boot despite the secrecy behind his work.

They had just arrived in Falkreath by camel carriage and were planning stop by the local shops.

Falwon: How are you enjoying Skyrim son? Is it anything like the stories I've told you?

Kinetrius: Yea i guess…but I thought you said this place had dragons. All I see are really big birds.

Falwon laughs at the statement pulling the camel to a complete stop. He steps off the carriage and walks around to grab the bag of weird trinkets.

Falwon: There were dragons in these lands….many many…many years ago. They're all just giant gravesites now. But trust me son…You would not be so eager to see one if you knew what the locals did.

He pulls the bag over his shoulder and sighs.

Falwon: But it's been so long since it happened even most of them have forgotten.

Kinetrius: Could we go see one of the graves if ones on the way? PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSEE

Falwon: I'll think about it…but only if you take care of Hermes while I'm gone.

Hermes was the ironic name of their Camel. He was very old and stubborn, and wasn't going anywhere very fast. Kinetrius loathed dealing with Hermes but if it meant seeing a real dragon's grave, he would have to endure. Falwon walks away from the carriage already having seen a familiar and friendly face. Now it was just Kinetrius and the camel. He stared at Hermes with a scowl.

Kinetrius: Alright you…you heard Father so no funny business.

Hermes looks away with his normal disassociated and bored expression. He knows as well as Kinetrius that he intended to do no such thing. The two of them sat outside of a log mill waiting for his father to return. An hour or two had passed and Falwon had begone making his way back to the carriage. There was a curve in his step which told that he was very drunk.

Falwon: Kin!…C'mere i want you to meet a good friend of mine.

Kinetrius looks up to discover his drunken father accompanied by another man of Nord descent.

Falwon: Kin this is my good friend Bolund. He runs the Gray Pine Goods store and this here lumber mill.

Bolund: This is your son huh? Never thought I'd get to see him. How old are you lad?

Kinetrius: Im 12 cycles old. And I'm not a lad.

Kinetrius had been bored out of his mind and was not keen on staying any longer than needed. Especially not with dragons on the brain, but Bolund found his little attitude a bit amusing. He laughs a little and leans against the carriage.

Bolund: My apologies Mr. V'orrn. I won't make the mistake again.

Falwon: Dont encourage the boy. Its already hard enough getting him to appreciate being a child. As you can see I've finally lost the battle of leaving him at home.

Bolund: Yea I noticed…Soon he'll be making the journey without ya.

They both laughed as Falwon raises his bag into the carriage. He checks on Hermes and began to sattle up.

Bolund: Where to next for you?

Falwon: Well we've got one more stop in Skyrim. The city of Riften, then its down to Cyrodil.

Bolund: Ah Riften..You watch yourself in that place. I hear the thieves guild is out of control over there. And they'd love to have a looksy in that sack of yours.

Falwon: No need to worry about that my friend.

Bolund: Oh let me guess…Also good clients huh?

Falwon smirks as he grabs the reins. They still had a few hours of daylight with a pitstop to make before reaching Riften. Falwon said his goodbyes to Bolund and slapped the reins to get Hermes moving. Kinetrius was happy to see Falkreath getting smaller as they rode on. He'd never been out of Elinhir let alone Hammerfell for that matter. He'd always heard stories from his father about the sites of his journeys, and now it was almost like a right of passage for him to finally see them all for himself. He'd hoped to see many other places in Skyrim like the capital city of Solitude, or maybe even the College of Winterhold. Both of which were extremely out of the way but a boy could dream. A full day had passed and Kinetrius and his father were walking the docks of Riften. They had gotten in early that morning and Kinetrius was not going to stay in the carriage this time. He was determined to see a real dragon's grave. Even if it meant souring every social interaction his father had to hurry things along, it would have be done. Falwon had been on edge since the night before. For a moment while they were on the road, it appeared that they were being followed. The stalkers never approached, and by the time the sun came up they were gone. It was unlike Falwon to be in a situation he couldn't talk his way out of but Luckily he never had to. Even still, he was acting strange and moving a little differently than normal.

Falwon: Hey son, I need to go see a man about a horse… can you wait here for me?

Kinetrius: Seriously?…I mean Hermes is pretty old but are we really getting rid of him?

Falwon laughs as he signals to a bosmer sailor standing by himself next to a ship. He pats Kinetrius on the shoulder and kneels down to say something.

Falwon: Its an expression son no ones getting rid of Hermes. Now im gonna go talk to this man for a moment. I won't be long like last time I promise. Be good for me ok…and don't get kidnapped or anything.

Kinetrius: I dunno dad…I'm a pretty cute kid. If you take long I can't guarantee I won't get snatched up by some lonely couple.

Falwon: Ha ha very funny. What if I told you they'd be doing me a favor?

Kinetrius's jaw dropped in shock at his father's dark joke. He knew he was joking but was still caught off guard a little.

Falwon walked over to the man and began lowering his bag as they conversed. Kinetrius couldn't hear what they were saying with all the different sounds of a busy city clashing together, but the conversation seemed heavier than the normal friendly interactions. They appeared to be having a pretty serious chat. He wasn't really big on the business side of the trip. For Kinetrius, it was about the possibility of adventure.

He watched a few people walk by on the docks, even got a few smiles from the pretty women strolling by. Before he knew it his father was on his way back looking as serious as he did while talking to the bosmer man.

Falwon: That was a friend of mine by the name of Eradros.

Kinetrius did not really care for his name but he could tell his father had something more to say. His expression seemed almost grim.

Falwon: Son I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me closely.

Kinetrius: Is something wrong dad?

Falwon: Everything's fine son. Now listen…If something were to ever happen to me….I want you to find Eradros.

Kinetrius: Why are you talking like that? Whats going on?

Falwon: Just promise me Kin…that you will come here and find my friend Eradros if anything were to happen to me.

Kinetrius was speechless for a moment. He was trying to process what all of this actually meant. His father was a super hero in his eyes and he couldn't imagine anything or anyone that could make him act this way.

Falwon: Kin!…

Kinetrius: Sure…dad. I'll find your friend…I promise.

Falwon: (sighs) good…now come on. We got a few more places in Riften to stop by then we have to make tracks.

Kinetrius: But why? I thought you loved to hang around Riften after business.

Falwon: This time's different son.

Falwon threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking. Kinetrius followed behind him but found it harder to keep up this time around.

They made it back to the carriage a few hours later. As they loaded their wares onto the carriage, they heard a voice from behind.

Mysterious voice: Falwon V'orrn…we've been waiting for you.

Falwon and Kinetrius both turn to see three men in orange robes and masks that seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Falwon: Im sorry…What business do you have with me?

Masked man: Our business is not with you actually…but with your son.

Falwon's eyes widened for a moment and then went back to a tense stare. Almost as if he'd some knowledge of this eventuality.

Kinetrius: Dad what are they talking about? Who are these people?

Masked Man: Our master believes the boy to be a disruption to the natural order, and cannot be allowed to exist any longer. We are however prepared to let you do the right thing….and kill him yourself.

Falwon: Kin do you remember what I told you?

Kinetrius: Dad I don't want to leave you. Whats going on? Why do they want me dead?

Falwon grabs the hilt of his blade and lowers his stance.

Falwon: Everything will be fine son but I need you to do what I said. CAN YOU DO THAT?

Kinetrius: But Da-

Falwon: CAN YOU DO THAT…FOR ME KIN!?

Kinetrius did not answer. He was so startled by the boom of his father's voice that he just began climbing out of the carriage. The masked man steps forward preparing a fire ball spell in his hand.

Masked Man: This'll be entertaining. You two…grab the abomination. I'll handle the merchant.

The masked man threw a fire ball directly at Falwon as he drew his sword, but Falwon was quick and was able to block it.

He charged the man swinging his sword with great ferocity.

Falwon: KIN RUN NOW!

Kinetrius hopped to the ground as quick as he could. The other two masked men took off after him as his father did battle with the first. He didn't get very far before being tackled to the ground by one of them. He stuggled to get loose but the men were strong, and he was only a child. In the midst of the scuffle he caught a glimpse of his father fighting off the first assailant. He appeared to even be getting the better of him. Suddenly the fear had left him and he became excited to see his hero actually conquering foes.

Kinetrius: YEAH DAD KICK HIS ASS!

One of the men wrestling with him turned to see their comrade falling to his knees before Falwon.

Masked Man 2: Blast it all to hell!

The man let go of Kinetrius while charging up a fire spell, and loosed it at Falwon hitting him in the back. Falwon screams in pain as he falls to his knees. Then the man runs over to him and grabs him up by the scarf around his neck. The masked man he was fighting stumbled back to his feet pulling a knife out from his waist band. Kinetrius was still being held down by the man that tackled him. He was forced to watch in horror as the masked man approached Falwon with knife in hand.

Kinetrius: Dad get up! DAD!

Masked Man 3: Shut up you little SHITE!

The man covers the boys mouth as he tries to scream out to his father. The first masked man stumbled over to Falwon placing his hand on his shoulder.

Masked Man 1: Its a shame I tell ya…It really wasn't personal mate.

He takes the knife and buries it into Falwon's Chest, Twisting it as Falwon reeled in pain. Kinetrius cannot believe his eyes. He was watching his hero being slaughtered right before him. The man took his knife back, raised it again, and lashed it straight across Falwon's throat. For a moment, everything froze; almost as if encased in Crystal. Kinetrius was in complete shock and horror. His eyes wide with tears running down his face and onto the hand covering his mouth. His neck strained from screaming and struggling. The man lets go of Falwon's scarf, and the lifeless body falls to the ground with a thud.

Suddenly, Kinetrius felt a heat rise within him. Almost like he was being burned at the stake.

There was a lump in his throat building up from all of his attempts to scream with no avail. He could take this no longer. He took one more deep inhale, and then suddenly, flames began to spout from between the fingers of his capturer. The man's hand quickly started burning away, as did his clothes. Soon his arm was completely gone and he was reeling in pain from being torched. Fire was literally pouring from the boys mouth as he screamed. Although it did not sound like a scream; More like emotion forced into the form of a command. Everything before him was burning to cinder. Even the two men who had just murdered his father were going up in flames. He could not control what was happening. Everywhere his head turned was set ablaze. Soon the nearby stables and the horses, the trees, fences, were all burned to the ground.

Finally Kinetrius was able to close his mouth. He felt heavily exhausted and his body was now racked with pain. It was too much to bare. The pain, the fear, the hatred, and overwhelming confusion of it all. He collapsed onto the ground with everything around him now black smoldering ashes. The commotion and bright lights outside of the Riften walls had caused the guards to come running with weapons drawn, only to find a boy passed out on the ground and everything around him scorched. Corpses of men and horses lay about.

Guard 1: By the divines…did literal hell just happen here?

Guard 2: Was it the boy then?

They surround Kinetrius reluctantly, unsure of what had just happened or what possibly could happen next.

Guard 3: There's no way…I've seen a man get too crazy with a fire spell before, but this is something completely different.

Guard 2: Either way…someone's got to answer for this. Men are dead, building are ruined and he's the only one unscathed.

Guard 1: We'll bring him in. Sort this out at the prison.

The guard took one more look at Kinetrius. His face still red from screaming but peaceful now that he lay unconscious. He slept as if he had no problems to wake up to. The guard felt a bit of sympathy for him. He wasn't ready to believe that the boy was a pyromaniac terrorist, but this had to be explained and accounted for. And the boy was the only lead they had.

Guard 1: Sorry about this kid. You were probably just caught in a tight spot huh…

The other two guards placed shackles on his ankles and wrists. They picked him up slowly, being ever careful stepping over the wreckage as not to wake the child. Kinetrius was then carried back into the city to be placed into custody and interrogated.

Chapter 1 end.

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