Please read: [spoiler]This particular line of story will contain more disturbing and hell bent themes for reasons you will find out. It may not live up to gore-lovers expectations but it's more than I usually write so fair warning[/spoiler] "Hurry up Herria. Shift is almost over get your lazy a** up here" The Awoken guard scratched his side and yawned. He was leaning against the door frame of the central monitor room, over watch of the lesser known side of the Prison of Elders, for all those that didn't piss The Queen off enough. His visor covered his eyes but his wrinkled sea green skin and now silvered stubble showed his age. "Yea yea I know!" Kylesk Herria swiftly walked to meet up with the other guard. He grabbed his helmet and slipped it on his head. "I was just checking everything out again." "Well you take to d*** long..." "I'd rather do that than be on the bad side of the Assistant Warden any day of the week." The older guard grunted and started to walk towards the cells for his final rounds with Herria in tow. He twirled the keys between his fingers out of sheer boredom as he approached the entrance. Two guards, who were playing a game of cards by a table, quickly got up and stood in attention. "Name, access code, a..." The one guard who spoke was cut off by the older Guard. He spoke in a drone like voice as he repeated the standard procedure. "Name: Jeffers Yohansen, Access code: 00012781, and Reason for being here: So I can go the f*** home." He tossed the guard he cut off the keys and waited. The guard nodded and opened the door. He handed Yohansen a different set of keys as they passed by. Continuing down the hall, Herria heard the door slam shut and lock, awaiting their return. "That mess is so stupid... This doesn't change security measures at all! It's just a nuisance." Yohansen twirled the keys again as they walked through the long intertwining hallways of cell. "Well it kinda works... Plus the High Council favored it." Herria looked in each cell carefully, noting which ones had prisoners and which didn't from the report of the previous shift. Yohansen grunted. "Just a bunch of long-winded hags if you ask me..." He casually glanced in the cells like he had for the past decade. "Why can't we have a society like the humans did long before the Golden Age? 'Where men rule over the woman and I could actually have a say in my own household.'" Herria laughed a bit. "We wouldn't be able to function if The Queen's brother was in charge and I doubt the Assistant Warden would want you saying that." He grunted. "She's been my boss for only a year and acts worse than my wife does... Atleast she doesn't look like an Ogre..." Herria chuckled again as they moved on in silence. The hallway was quiet tonight oddly and all the prisoners sat very quietly and still. Many only gave them a slight hating glance but nothing more. Herria rasied an eyebrow. "This is new. What's gotten into them?" "Herria, when you learn to shut your trap and don't give a d*** then this job becomes much simpler." Herria sighed and moved on. The silence was unnerving him and he felt something was wrong. Upon reaching close to the end, a very pale hand patruded out of a cell. "Excuse me. Mind answering a few questions? It's important." "Herria go see what the bastard wants, I'll move on." He walked past the cell and checked the last few cells in the hallway. Herria stopped in front of the cell. "Be very brief." "I will." The figure was sitting on the floor and was 'looking' up at Herria. His eyes were covered by a piece of cloth. More disturbing about him was how he looked. His skin was frighteningly pale, but the characteristic was more human than anything else. He was very frail but gave off a very commanding and unwary aura. His smile was friendly-looking but very odd and seemingly blank. His voice was smooth and he spoke in an elegant manner, like he was from a well educated background. "First, is it possible to get an extra blanket? It's can get cold out here in the Reef." Herria typed in a command on his wrist and a blanket appeared on the prisoners bed. "Thank you." He grabbed it and wrapped it around himself. "Second, when's the food coming out?" "You will get that next shift. They pass the rations out." "Fair enough... and one last thing. Where is the armory?" Herria paused. It was a very out of place question. "I'm not at liberty to specify." "Oh... Well to bad... I wanted to find my weapons as quickly as possible." Herria narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on his Vestian Dynasty. "What do you mean by that?" "Was that to much information? Well that's a shame. I kind of liked you." He twitched slightly. "I prefer to keep things quiet." Before Herria could specify further, Yohansen came back by him. "Ok boy let's go." "Excuse me. I wasn't done talking." Yohansen stared at the figure for a solid thirty seconds before laughing hysterically. "What's so amusing?" The figure began to twitch more fiercely and a bit more often. "Like I give a d*** about your conversation! Or you for that matter, criminal scum!" He grabbed Herria by the collar of his uniform. "Let's go already." He began to drag him away from the cell. "I wouldn't turn my back if I were you." The figure was now standing up and holding the blanket in his hands. "Blah blah blah. Whatever, see you next shift." Herria struggled to keep up as he was being dragged. He managed to pull free just as he heard a whoosh from behind. He turned to see the figure rushing towards them. The cloth on his head disappeared as the white pupils pierced through the black void of his eyes. "Yohansen! He's...." Herria was forced back as the figure wrapped the blanket around Yohansen's neck in a sloppy noose and pulled. Yohansen's yells were muffled as the figure pulled tighter and tighter. "Just like an insect caught in a web. So frail and weak." He gave a harsh tug as Yohansen's head snapped backwards and his corpse flopped to the ground. Herria stared at his fomer companion. He fumbled for his radio. "Mayday, Mayday we have a do....!!" His voice was cut off as the figure moved over him and grabbed his throat. His fear grew as the figure looked him in the eye and spoke in a near whisper. "Now... what do I want to do with you?..." https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/152481691/0/0 link to part 2