Day 152 – The Roundhead Prelude 11 – It Knows, No End

**This takes place after chapter one of The Roundhead and before chapter two**

“Powerful stuff, I like how it twists and turns its way through reality, quite a clever concept, it could really work in a weekly episode format,” Jacob says as he looks up from the tablet at Suzan, she leans back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

“I like the concept, a writer’s story that goes haywire and kills the writer and the artist that brought it to life and then erupts over mankind as it makes its move to control the world. Apparently they have another six chapters to post, but I really think we should make a move now, while we have the chance, before Netflix, or someone else gets in on the action, offering money that we can never match.”

“You think others are watching?”

“They’d have to be, it’s all over the news with these killings, surly it’d be prime real-estate right now, they’d all be rubbing their hands together to see how it’s all going to end. See if you can track down this Marty Towns and get him locked down by the time the second chapter is released, I want to get production up and running as soon as we can, a name or two in the cast, shit like that, while its hot property.”

“What’s my limit?”

“I don’t care, just make it happen,” she says. “Everyone’s got a price tag and this Towns fellow will have his, but we have to lock it down sooner, rather than later.”

“Okay, I’ll get on it right away,” he says as he places the tablet onto her desk and slides it towards her. “Just one question?”

“No, I’m not worried about the negative impact this could have, numbers means viewers, and viewers means numbers, so just make it happen.”

“Done,” he says as he leaves, gently closing the door to her office behind him, she spins the tablet back around to face her, and smiles as she looks over the story again.

“How ingenious, you know how to get people’s attention, I wonder what you can do with some money behind you,” she says out loud to herself as she retweets a link to the story and adds the comment, ‘I see you’ Suddenly all the lights in her office flicker, as a power, untold by the ages, surges through them, until they explode, leaving her in darkness, she sits there, frozen in place.

“Jacob!” She yells out, she waits for a few moments, her heart begins to race, before, finally, he replies.

“Is everything okay?” He yells from the other side of the door.

“The god damn lights just exploded, what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure Miss, the lights are all okay out here,” he says, she hears him try to open door, the handle turns multiple times, but, it does not open. “Miss, can you unlock the door? I’ll have Patrick from building maintenance come up and have a look at it.”

“There’s no lock on my door, you know that!” She says as she gets up from her desk, quickly making her way over to the door, that’s when she notices the man standing a few feet from her, his skin pale, white, his eyes endless pools of darkness. “W-W-What the fuck…” She whispers as the man opens his mouth and begins to speak.

“On wings of electricity, through the here and the then, it comes, breaking the walls of the worlds, as your soul calls to it like the beat of drums, it salivates at the thought of taking you into its being, you rode the path, you set its course, and now your souls will feed its beginnings as it breaks through your shell with its force, so fear its name, don’t shy away, it’s coming now, so, prepare, for it is here!”

“Let it come,” she says, the man’s head leans to the side, with a confused look on his face. “What? You didn’t think I wanted this? I can make your master bigger than a pathetic story on some unknown’s blog, I can…” She stops in her tracks, her mouth drops open, and her eyes follow the beast as it rises from behind the man, who, flickers from sight, and now, only the beast remains.

“What makes you think you can do more than what the words spread a million times around the world can do?”

“T-T-They, they’ll stop it, before you’re strong enough, but, I-I-I, I can bring you to a bigger audience, more than his story coul..” the beast grabs her and slams her against the wall, and lets out a low, inhuman growl. It’s stink wafts into her face, her eyes water, it tears at her flesh, burns her cheeks, and leaves her mouth dry.

“It’s my story, not his,” it says, snapping her neck.

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PREPARE FOR YOUR END.

FIND PRELUDE ONE HERE, TWO HERE, THREE HERE, FOUR HERE, FIVE HERE, SIX HERE, SEVEN HERE, EIGHT HERE, NINE HERE AND TEN HERE.

JOIN US BACK HERE ON THE 18TH OF OCTOBER FOR THE FINAL PRELUDE.

All artwork by Yazgar, check his stuff out when you can!

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Z. says:

    Another very enjoyable installment. I love the concept. The beast becoming stronger as its audience grows. It choosing to show its power on its own terms, not allowing the hubris of humans to get in its way. I am really enjoying the story.

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    1. Thanks so much, with only one prelude remaining before the story kicks off, all these bits and pieces should allow you to enjoy the story more than you would’ve without them.

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