The New World Part 3 - Crime Scene

Darkness. Silence. The night swarmed the city of London like damp towel thrown over a nest of ants. This was unusual for London, but people had learned.

There was something in the darkness.

Something that could imprint fear on your mind forever. Something that would shatter your soul with one small glance. Something that should be avoided. Everyone stayed in after dusk; many doors and windows were locked and barricaded.

But the gang in the alley of a suburb weren't scared. This 'Robed Figure', 'Apparition of Death' or whatever other names it had was just an urban myth to keep people inside. Since its appearance a few weeks ago, they had got away with anything they did after dark. But luck always runs dry.

"Jake, pass me another fag will ya?" Gordon was talking. The gang consisted of three chavs, all male, wearing hoodies and smoking. They were leaning against the walls of the alley, behind a dumpster which was close to the street. Jake pulled out another cigarette and tossed it over to Gordon. Bill watched the silent exchange, the tip of his cigarette illuminating his face under the hood.

"Ah, yeah, that's good." Gordon lifted his head and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.

"Smoking isn't good for you." The voice was slightly deep, yet gave the feeling of wisdom and dominance. The gang immediatly turned to face their new visitor, pulling out knives to defend, shocked by the sudden voice. Gordon, seeing the silhouette against the street, smiled and lowered his knife. Slightly, and with a tremor.

"Who do you think you are? My mum? You're stupid as shit to come down here and try to teach us something."

Yarofev stepped forward, unthreatened by the chavs. "Smoking isn't good for you."

"You that random shit everyone keeps going on about? You don't look intimidating at all. Infact, I just think you're some twat in fancy dress to make us believe those stupid myths. If I were you, I'd just get the fuck away from us before WE hurt YOU." Gordon raised the knife.

"Even when I try to help you, you don't listen. I guess the joke about chavs having one brain cell is true."

Gordon, enraged by Yarofevs' last comment, rushed forward and plunged the knife into his chest. But Yarofev didn't even flinch. Gordon gasped as Yarofev slowly grabbed his wrist and pulled the blade out.

"Nice blade," he said " But I think mine's better." In one fluid motion, Yarofev summoned his claw and diced Gordon into hundreds of bloody cubes. Then he turned on Jake, who was too shocked to do anything. Yarofev repeated the attack, then turned to face Bill.

"Please...don't..."

"I need Eden to know where I am. You can help me with that."

"Of course! Anything!"

"Thank you for making my job easier."

Yarofev ran forward, grabbed Bills' head and smashed it against the solid brick wall. His head was instantly crushed. Yarofev turned around and admired his work. A pile of blood and flesh cubes on the floor, a cloud of red mist and a headless body with blood pouring down over the wall opposite. He nodded, smiled and then faded away into the night.

************

"Police are investigating the site, but this crime was obviously the work of 'The Robed Figure'. Down the alley, a body and many litres of blood were found. A message was burnt into the chest of the body. It reads 'We are watching'."

Another day, another headline. Yematin had spoken briefly with Jebediah Clements the day before, and he now sat watching the news in David's Office. As the camera focused on the message, Yematin began to talk.

"I believe our friend Yarofev is trying to send us a message. But we still have no idea where he originates from. He is obviously Black Row, but there are no records. It is possible that he is from The Division, but then why didn't he come straight to us? That is where you come in, Clements. Ever since Freedom found a record of a war that no one knows about, I've been hoping that you and Everman will be able to help me out."

Yematin paused momentarily, then continued.

"I want you to help Everman develop...something...so we can find out more about this war. You can have as much funding as you need, but work quickly."

David spun around in his chair and looked out of the giant window that acted as the fourth wall of his office.

"I fear we won't be able to take over without help from The Division, not if Yarofev is truly against us..."

My Fellow Aluminums...

...yes, that's from Dead Ringers...

So, we've all started Year 11. However, this means that blogging and story writing will be MINIMAL from most of us (looking at you, Kaytei *evil stare*).

I was hoping to get part 3 of The New World out on thursday, but due to a series of unfortunate events, I was unable to and ended up playing some games with DrParsons and Jacob The Rudman. And Madam Simmons.

Because of this delay, the new part may be out next weekend, or the half-term AT THE LATEST.

-L.Z.

Is that Upside-Down?, or All Around?

Many stories contain a twist at the end, we all know that. They make the book interesting and unpredictable. But what if someone made a story that was COMPLETELY made from plot twists? That is why I, Lord Zaros, present to you today...

ALL AROUND OR UPSIDE DOWN (Or is it the other way round?)

Jim got on to the elevator, except then he realised: it wasn't an elevator.

He was walking up a staircase.

Jim continued his walk, clinging onto a sainsburys bag that he was hoping to use to carry around anything he bought. But it wasn't a sainsburys bag.

It was from Marks and Spencers.

Jim sighed, and then walked into Starbucks. Sitting down on a barstool, he ordered some coffee. But then, Jim realised, the Bartender wasn't a Bartender.

He was holding a shotgun.

The Bartender (who isn't really a bartender) cocked the gun and aimed at Jim's face. He smiled, then pulled the trigger. Except Jim didn't die.

He was sitting at home, watching a film.

Suddenly, John walked in. "Hi Jim, he said" said John. "Hi" Jim replied. Then John knelt by Jim and said "Jim, I'm not your friend, I'm your long lost mother." Jim sighed, then said "And I guess you're going to say that the dairy cow outside is my daughter?"

"No."

"Few."

"He's your son."

"How does that work?!"

"We're not on Earth. This is just a figment of your imagination."

Fucking Hell, thought Jim. Except he didn't think it. He said it out loud...

To Be Continued...(but how do you know that?)

************

Yeah, that was weird, but I imagine Mark has just suddenly said "Oh God, I've left my friends alone on Blogspot with Zaros." and is now racing back to his house or a computing device to stop me before I go and get something to eat.

Hey, I didn't say the story was going to be the only weird part.

Been Thinking 'Bout It (Or have I?)

L.Z. (But how do you really know it's him? I mean me?)

The New World Part 2 - Mind Control

*Two Years Ago*

"Sir, something is wrong with the test subject."

"What's wrong with him? I thought the drug was flawless!" Yematin was speaking. He and his team had spent many months perfecting a mind control drug and had finally deemed it safe for use. The drug itself had been planted only two weeks ago into the skull of a 15 year old boy, but he was kept under constant supervision of Prospect Eternal. Any results gained from him would be essential for the team to decide whether it was safe to use the drug for Black Row.

"Extreme rage...Insanity...Amnesia...The list goes one. In short, anything that could have gone wrong HAS gone wrong."

Yematin thought back to the first tests of the drug. True, rats could not provide results that would be the same for humans. Things like this had happened before, but never to Black Row.

"Sir, what do we do?"

David Yematin, current leader of Prospect Eternal, replied "Bring him in. We need to isolate the problem before it gets any worse."

************

*One Year Ago*

"Yematin, how is the project?" It was Tommyfer Laudry. He had recently taken command over Black Row, and had used more aggression than past leaders. When David saw a murder in any newspaper, he was sure Laudry was behind it.

"The pressure system works, but we need a few more weeks to make sure that the chamber can withstand such high pressures..."

"You don't have anymore time; The Hunters are bringing in someone. Today. I want that Pressure Chamber installed within the hour."

"But Sir..."

"No buts! Get it sorted out. Now. If anything does go wrong, we'll just shoot the bugger." And with that, Tommyfer turned around and walked away.

"Sir? Do we go ahead with the plan?" The deputy leader of Prospect Eternal, Amanda Green, was always unsure of what to do without guidance, but was dead loyal to Yematin. She'd also slept with him many times to get her job.

"Of course!" snapped Yematin. "We must do what the Leader commands."

************

*Present Day*

David Yematin, Leader of Black Row and Eden, finished reading the file Amanda Green had just given him. It spoke of an unknown and highly dangerous being. Many witnesses had called it 'The Robed Figure', but Black Row has found its name. Yarofev. It was essential that He (for Yematin was sure Yarofev had been a man) was brought in to be examined. He could easily gain universal domination for Black Row.

Yematin minimized a document on his computer that read Jam Associates, and began to add more to his report on Yarofev. It was always good to have a copy of any report in Black Row.

Amanda was still waiting in the room. Yematin was about to send her away, then another thought crossed his mind.

"Amanda? I want to speak with Jebediah Clements ASAP."

"Yes, Sir, and as always, I obey."

I'm Back

It feels so good to write in italics again. Facebook Chat does not support italics, and they seem so much more authorititive since a little mistake in an email.
I haven't written for days. Dementia has fallen into a state of darkness that is not my ruling, but shall be repaired and soon, for a NEW PART OF THE NEW WORLD IS UPON US! Mark, I need to know when you plan on leaving the country so I can write the part before you go.

No other news is available at the moment, but I now have a strange addiction for quotes about Time and Wisdom.

I WILL return soon...

Game of the Week

Once again, I haven't given this much thought so I'm just finding a random game. However, I doubt Game of the Week (and indeed Video of the Week) will be on during the summer. And I just want to say:

MR HEDGEHOG (DENNINGTON) HAS LEFT!!!! YES!!!! Unfortuantley, he did NOT fulfil his promise to put me into set 1. That, and something else, is why I hate him.



GameAtSchool.com - Free Online Games

You see, Mr Anderson, I have all the cards in my hand...What? Even the Jokers?? Fucking hell.

I felt bored, so I put that up. Toy Story 3 was good, but not really the thing I'm into since I've grown up. The dvd should have an alternate ending: instead of being saved, they get burnt to death. Hmm. That would be interesting.

"I really love fuck-" <- Ben getting stopped halfway through a sentence to form a humouress comment. I wonder if anybody sitting down heard it?

Not much else to say. First day of summer. Bored. Have the twins coming round on saturday, so my weekly posts won't turn up until sunday. Have nothing else to do apart from translate song lyrics into spanish and then that back into english and laugh at the result.

I'll be doing that now. Bye bye

Game of the Week

This is for those of you who struggled with Dark Cut 2 (Mark). Dark Cut 3 is longer but, in my opinion, easier to play as you don't need to select the tools yourself.