The Shadows. Part2.

If you’ve read this already, and don’t want to read it again, Don’t. 😀

Drust, at this point, was a complete mental bust. She was mad, deranged, insane, and but a child, remember! She learned to tune out the voices after a while, but they always picked at her brain.”

Icey took a swig of his drink and choked down the bitter taste. “Waitress, fetch another for me and my friend!” The cloaked woman called out, and the waitress retorted an ill-versed alcoholic jab at her.

“Well, those next four years were spent with her mindlessly killing, robbing, torturing the members of The CP Warfare, and developing her powers and seeing to the extent she could use them. Hmhmm~! I hope your taking notes kid. We’ve only dived about halfway into this terribly…fascinating tale.”

Icey at this point was thoroughly intrigued. His Flippers had remained clasped this whole time, but his grip was tighter now, so much so that his feathers were blazing white with pressure. “I am taking good account of all things you say, informer. What I’m really interested in now though is just how he ascended into this powerful…ah –”

“Dictatorship?” The cloaked woman inquired, figuring out the word for him.

“Something of the like, yes. I hear this part includes a man by the name of Oagalthorp.”

The informer dropped to a deadly silence. Icey felt that he had somehow brought up a sour topic and a slight wave of nervousness passed over him and visibly affected his countenance.

“Where did you hear that from?” she asked, the words coming out in a poisonous voice. Icey, although he could not see the other person’s eyes, he could feel them burning into his own. He cleared his throat before giving his reply. “I’ve heard…I’ve heard it floating about the citizens. A few old wives were retelling what they knew to each other of him one day, I happened to overhear some of it.”

Again the uncomfortable silence took over the conversation. At last the story teller cracked a smile and let out a hoarse chuckle. She started to tap rhythmically on her liquor glass, waiting for the waitress to return. “Not many know the tale, so I was a bit shocked when you brought it up. Excuse me for sounding offensive, if I did. But you must wait just a little until we reach that point, something else happened that is quite important to realizing just how ruthless our dear bitch is.

“For four years she roamed Club penguins’ streets committing unspeakable crimes. Though who could stop her? Nobody, that’s who. She was impervious to any knife, poison, or bullet. As long as she kept out of the sun and made sure no color came to contact with her true skin, the girl was unstoppable. The souls of her sister and brother’s tormented her, but one by one they were released into the afterlife where they belong, but left odd shaped scars on her body that showed from time to time. It left her utterly mad, nonetheless. Around the time she turned sixteen she came across the rouge group that her father so long ago guided. She didn’t know at the time these were her father’s followers since her father believed in keeping work and home life separated, so his trade was never really brought up to Drust. Regardless, the ninety nine members that made up the group took her in kindly. They knew their leader had a daughter, but they never saw her. Everyone was naive to the others’ existence.

“For about a week Drust grew to learn just how the gang worked and operated, and she felt she could do a much better job of it herself. She was quite used to getting what she wanted, but when she brought up the topic to the other gang members they only laughed and dismissed it, which made her quite angry. They truly were devoted to their lord and wouldn’t give up his position so easily in case he returned. And to just a child? It was nonsense! So Drust approached it from a different angle: She would take over the gang and whoever objected to it would be killed. When this was proposed, a lot of members thought she was bluffing. They whole heartedly accepted her challenge with no idea what they were getting into…”

“Ninety nine members went into that battle. After only minutes, three were left. They stopped early enough in the madness to be sparred by Drust. She named them the only ones worthy enough to serve under her. They went, and still go by, the names of April, Dale, and Chrisi. Oh, but it was a bloody massacre. It took place in an alley way where no one could see it, in the farthest part of the city where no one could hear it – Or if they did, they wouldn’t care. The piles of bodies were found in two days as a rotting mess. No one besides a few key witnesses know what really went down.”

“You’re one of the key witnesses, I’m guessing?” Icey cut in. The hooded woman’s uneasy smile returned to her face.

“Of course! There’s many a woman like me in this city who know more then they let on, and for a price will tell these tales. You just have to know where to look, and lucky for you…you’ve looked in the right place.”

“Indeed I have. And as promised, I’ll pay you, but only until I hear the finished story. Please continue, just how did these four cause so much terror?”

“Ahh, mostly Drust did the terrorizing. The other three were her eyes in the day time, her body guards, her helping hands in crime, though the child was really the mastermind. They spread the rouge group name throughout many cities and towns, bringing with them a wave of terror and unfortunately a touch of xenophobia towards the scarce amount of demons that held the Penguin gene. Everyone expected the black and white creatures to automatically be a part of this group. This dangerous, carefree life style went on for about a year and a half, and now, my friend, is where Oagalthorp enters.

“He’s a death penguin gone rogue, exiled into a terribly lonely life and marked by the other penguins and gods by chopping off his right wing. They were really just for show though, as most penguins get around by teleportation. He grew bored one day, and it’s an awful thing when penguins get bored, for they bring about the worst kind of entertainment. He set his sights on the vivid, lively, colorful existence of the Other World and decided he would slowly destroy it in 300 days. This became known simply as the 300 days and the worst time through all of our history.

“The first one hundred days were noted as the “pre-apocalyptic” stage. Crops began to fail, the weather grew more deadly, stronger sicknesses emerged, and the economy began to plummet. They were subtle signs and no one really picked up on how bad it was going to become. It’s on the 101st day when the world was thrown into absolute hell.

“The second hundred days were noted as the “apocalyptic” stage. Lava spewed from the depths of the world. The skies stormed and raged for twenty four hours a day, the seas began to open up and drain, terrible beasts reigned down from the heavens and crawled from hell to destroy, kill, and torture the Other Worldians. This is when he came down from the sky lines and it was made known that it was he, Oagalthorp, who was causing this. He stated on the 300th day he would return to finish the world off for good.

“Drust was very upset about this, for her thirst for power was greater than that of a mere gang leader, she wanted the world to be under her thumb. A complete and total domination on her part. But of course, how could she rule the world if there was no world to rule? She and her companions played the role of a hero to in turn gain the role of a villain.”

“Fascinating…” Muttered Icey as the waitress returned with another shot of the story teller’s drink of choice. She looked to icey’s cup with was barely half empty, snickered something about him being a lightweight, and went back to her duties up front.




7 Responses

  1. Firsty.


  2. Im guessing cpasc is dead now


  3. CPASC isn’t dead nor have they merged. Its idk.


  4. That Chrisi guy is obviously really sexy 😎


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