Hex Knight Chapter 0, Prologue

Spoiler warning, this portion contains graphic violence of a few varieties. You can safely skip this portion and not miss anything important. Reader’s discretion is advised.

It had been a hard but short day for Alex Mayberry, the factory he called his job was shutting down early since the boiler needed to have it’s yearly inspection, and preventative maintenance done for the lines. What that meant for him though, was 6 straight hours of cleaning the nastiest crevices to ever exist, and so when it came time to call it quits, it was with joy he hopped into his beat up truck to head home. What he was not happy about was stepping in the front door, lunch box in hand, to find his mother tied up with zipties, and hearing his sister groaning down the hall while several men were holding guns. One man in particular, upon noticing the unexpected intrusion, immediately pulled a gun from his waist, some kind of large caliber revolver from the looks of it, and pressed it against his mother’s temple, the words he shouted at Alex drowned out against the sound of blood pumping in his head. Hereby dubbed Asshole Number 1, Alex vowed to make sure he didn’t leave there alive.

Dropping his lunch box on the floor, he began walking to his room. While there may not have been a gun in the house, Alex did have a few things stashed away, and his battle axe he had bought when he was in his HEMA phase was the first thing to come to mind for this. Reaching about halfway down the hallway, it became even more difficult to hold himself back as 2 guys came out of the room his sister was in, buckling their pants up and grinning to each other. Without the axe, Alex wasn’t as equipped to take them on like he wanted to, however, he did have his trusty pocket knife on his side, and a quick flick of the central bar had it open. With his rage at this intrusion mounting, he drew the edge along one of the guy’s stomach, his shirt turning a dark red immediately, before turning to the other man and stabbing his throat, the sheer suddenness allowing for his strikes to go unopposed. Swapping his grip around, he smashed his knife into the skull of the man he had disemboweled, silencing the screams the man had been howling. Leaving it buried in his skull, he then stepped into his room, grabbed his axe, and stepped back out.

Immediately after reentering the hallway, he felt something in his stomach, and looking down, he realized he had been shot. Not concerned about it just this second, he started sprinting into the living room, axe at the ready to split some skulls, but before he could hit so much as a single man, a few more bullets joined the first as some of the intruders opened fire on him. As Alex felt the strength leave him, and he began to topple over like some great tree. Laying there, he watched as Asshole Number 1 give her a back handed slap as she cried out at the sight of her son bleeding to death right before her very eyes.

Seeing this, the strength Alex had thought was waning returned in full, driving the top of the axe into the ground to help support him as he rose up. Witnessing him force himself back up to his feet, the intruders paused, before almost all of them pointed their guns at him, and opened fire until they were out. And yet, he still stood, even managing a single, lurching step towards their leader, before collapsing again.

Some time must have passed, as when Alex awoke, he was laying in a pool of blood, his own, he surmised. Looking around, he didn’t see any of the home intruders, or Asshole Number 1, although there was something wrong with his vision. Frowning to himself, he notices some chunks missing from him, but yet they didn’t hurt at all, strange. Suddenly he hears a loud voice come from the front yard, “...FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” Right, priorities.

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It had been a pretty decent day, the boy had left for work, and since they had looked up the shifts he was on, him and his boys had plenty of time to go in there, snag a few valuables, and leave. Hoping out of the barely functional panel van Rat had stolen a few days ago, they had strolled right up to the front door, opened it, and had walked in like they owned the place. Having the 2 biggest guys he had collected for muscle manhandle the 2 women of the household into submission, a mom and her daughter, they had began ransacking the place when Mark, AKA Asshole Number 1, had a thought. Originally, the plan had been to go in, keep the 2 women held down while the rest of the guys had searched the place of any valuables, before scootin on down the road with plenty of time to spare. But looking at the daughter, he started having second ideas. Having spent 7 years in the penitentiary, it was rather hard to get with a girl there, and he wasn’t one for guys. Besides, she had a perky ass just begging to be fucked. Picking her up over his shoulder, he carried her down the hall to the master bedroom, some of the guys letting out appreciative cheers, while Rat tried to tell him they already had all the loot in the house, and that they should just go. All the blood flowing elsewhere, Mark ignored him. After he had his go, the guys started trickling down the hallway, looking to get themselves a piece of ass as well, ending with the 2 guys he thought of as muscle. Hell, Mark was about to take the mom down the hallway and see if she was as good of a lay as her daughter, she certainly tried to get them to take her in her daughter’s place when the son came home early.

Thinking quickly, he placed his .357 revolver he had smashed the skull of some old fart for against the mother’s head and shouted at him to get down on the floor, with the boy ignoring him, looking at all the guys lounging around with a hard face, before dropping his lunchbox and heading down the hallway. Having heard the shout, the 2 muscles stopped whatever it was they were doing, and came out, before one of them started screaming before being cut off quickly. Looking at a scene straight out of a horror movie, one guy holding his throat as a steady stream of blood flowed from it, and the other guy having his belly sliced open, and the knife buried in his skull like a horn. Stepping back out of what had to be his room, the boy carried a fearsome looking axe, metal gleaming in the light, and murder on his face. Raising their gun, one of the new guys Mark hadn’t bothered to learn the name of fired a round right into him, without much effect beyond seeming to enrage him. At the sight of him charging, several more guys raised their guns, Mark included, and fired a few rounds into him, dropping him. As his mom let out a cry of distress over seeing her boy getting shot, Mark back handed her while telling her to shut up. Watching in awe as the boy rose up, all of the guys, save Rat, though none of them noticed, drew their guns and unloaded all of their bullets into him. Mark’s own .357 blew a chunk out of the side of his face, taking out an eye, and yet he still stood there, taking it. When the last of the guns fell silent, the boy managed a staggering step forward, before ultimately collapsing, never again to rise.

“Right, time to go. Load up all the loot into the van, and someone get the girl, we are taking them with us.” The group of men rushed to obey his orders. Taking the opportunity, Mark opened up his revolver to reload it, just in case. While he did so, the boy’s remaining eye still glared at him, even in death, which unnerved him. Rat walked up to him as he slammed the cylinder shut.

“Shouldn’t we leave them behind? We already have enough to fill the van.” Rat questioned, his face showing clear disapproval for how the day had turned out.

“You kiddin’? We know the daughter can take us, if only barely, and I haven’t even taken her out for a spin yet.” Referring to the mother. Mark added, “Can’t be sure when our next opportunity may be to get laid, not to mention we may need hostages.” Quickly, with all the haul loaded up into the van, Mark hoisted the mom over his shoulder, and gave her a sharp smack on the ass as she began to struggle to break out of his grip. As they exited the house however, some old fart with a double barrel shotgun was holding them up. Letting out a grumble, he deposited the mom standing on her feet, before placing his revolver once again on her temple.

“If you do not let us leave, I will blow this bitches FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” The response was not one he was expecting, hearing a roar coming from the house he was just in.

“What the hell is he, some kind of Terminator?” one of the guys muttered to Mark’s side. Front door opened and there he came, injuries still bleeding, his lips pulled apart in a rictus grin promising death, the boy’s sole eye fixated unnervingly upon Mark. He neither walked nor ran, it could only be called an implacable charge. Tossing the mother to lay beside her daughter, whose hands had been freed to better please them earlier, Mark then raised his gun, aware that the others had gathered around him and were doing the same, and opened fire. All of the shots were connecting, but the boy ignored them, and just kept coming. He had let off 2 rounds before the first axe swing cut out his leg from beneath him, his gun going flying off into the distance. All around him came gunshots and the sound of flesh being split by an axe, before hearing Rat surrender amidst the chaos. Bitch, Markus thought and he started dragging himself closer to his gun. In fact, now that he thought about it, Rat hadn’t even wanted to be there, or even to steal the van. He gets out of this alive, he was going to kill him for being such a pussy. He then glanced back over to see the results of the aftermath, and found the boy finishing off his last man, save Rat. Finding no one else to save him, all thoughts of vengeance fled upon the baleful gaze the boy’s solitary eye pierced him with. Frantically, he began to plea for his life, the irony lost on him

“Please please please please PLEASE! I don’t want to die, I surrender, I SURRENDER!”

“NO!” The resulting shout was half growl, and he placed the axe blade right over his heart, as if to say, this is where I shall hit. Mark frantically began to crawl away on his backside, before Alex placed his foot on Mark’s remaining leg, holding him in place. He then raised his axe over his head, prepared to let out a roar to bring it down, before something happened. Whatever force it was that was keeping him running had ran out, and he lurched towards his sister, trying to pass the axe to her, before vanishing outright. Off in the distance, sirens could be heard, coming for Mark, he surmised, although he could take another few years in the Penn. However, before he could get comfortable with the idea, the sound of steel being drug across the ground grabbed his attention. The boy’s sister had picked up his axe, the blood of his guys dripping off of the edge, slowly walking her way over to him, before coming to a halt just over him.

“.... please, no….” He begged, the same plea she herself had made just hours prior. As that thought came to him, it seemed to also occur to her, as her gaze hardened, and her grip on the axe turned into a white knuckle grasp. She brought the axe up, and slammed it down right where her brother had marked. While spirited, she lacked the strength it took to finish him off with one blow. Or rather she was drawing it out, savoring the look of pain on his face, each blow bringing forth a gurgling scream. Whatever the case, it was not by any means a clean kill. This was the last the world knew of Marcus Felt. And good riddance.

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Alex found himself in a void without definition, without end. Mom? Sis? What is happening with them? Did Old man Evan finish off the asshole?

–You have been selected for Translocation–

–Initializing Godsmarked Protocol–

What?

“Greetings Fleshling.”

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