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« on: October 27, 2011, 09:49:23 AM »

sun shining, his kids running around in the yard. they were happy and had no worries in the world, being too young to understand what a hellish universe they lived in. his wife being as beautiful as he always found her, from the day they met to the... that... day. a small tear ran down his cheek as he thought about the home he once had, the family he once loved. once, when he could feel love, he was a peaceful man, at least not when drunk as his wife used to joke. then he could be intimidating.

but from that one day, that single moment, that lonely minute in his entire lifes time, it was over. it began and ended in the same minute, and he was not even aware of it. knocked down when it came, thought and left for dead, and then waking up to nothing. his soul never repaired from that. how could it have? all beautiful and good things in his life had been taken away, and by that one creature. that monster of a creature that stained the very earth it walked.

"buddy, you alright?"

pulled away from his thoughts, Heron looked up through the visor onto the man next to him. he nodded, and looked back down to the floor and thought about the monster that had killed his entire life in one minute. all he desired and cared for, gone. and that murder creature had to pay. it really had to. it was his duty he felt it like. track that beastial killer down and do the same to it as it had done to him.
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« Reply #1 on: October 27, 2011, 09:54:47 AM »

his grip hardend around the weapon he held, a weapon potent enough to destroy the being he chased in his mind and which he now sought for. it was somewhere here, lurking and stalking the whole planet. it had never left, it had never stopped. people vanished all the time, and it was no doubt the very same being Heron wanted to face.

as long as that lived, he would not rest or die. even death would have to step aside before his thirst for blood of that monster. it had destoyed him, but had also created him in a new way. the old peaceful Heron was gone, dead with his family. the new one was more than capable and willing to destroy what stalked the planets people. innocent ones, they had never done it harm yet it hunt them down for what purpose? it could not be that hungry, it was a genocide against all humans around. and Heron desperatly begged the Emperor to give him a chance to avenge not only his family but every single one that beast had killed. he looked up and he felt, as he always did when he was thinking like this, a sense of complete focus on one single objective. nothing could stop him from killing it. nothing.
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« Reply #2 on: October 27, 2011, 10:00:03 AM »

as the Chimera came to a halt, Heron stood up with the rest of the men and leaved the cramped vehicle and walked outside into the sunny landscape. it was more hellish to Heron for the reminder it gave him of that day, but he focused on the present, where the beast was as well, but here he could kill it and he was to be damned he would do it. he scanned his surroundings, and found no way of a ambush, because it was a flat green grassland. further up ahead, infront of the vehicle, was the small village that had suddenly stopped living. nothing had come out and nobody had been seen from it for weeks until alarm status was declared and Heron alongside his squad was dispatched to investigate.

he felt warm in his cloths and armor, but that did not become him. he could be standing in a fire and feel nothing. his hate burned inside him much hotter than anything else. there was nothing beside this mission and anything that stopped him from reaching that thing would be dead as well for all he cared. that was his responsibility to his family.
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« Reply #3 on: October 27, 2011, 10:05:46 AM »

"perimiter secured, nothing here. carrier 2 is providing overwatch and coverfire if things get out of hand. formation on me, we are checking this out as if bullets were already flying in the air. knife sharp and alert people, i doubt you will find all civies locked inside one building saying they are trying to fix the radio. so eyes up, ears open and mouths the opposite. lets move."

Heron walked alongside his squad, hellgun raised and trailing for targets. he rememberd he signed up the day after, despite not even having a burial for his family that had been slain by it. he was desperate for revenge, he needed to start working towards it fast. he had signed up at once, and had burried his family when he got back from that ordeal. he had stood there for so long, watching the makeshift tombs he had made. and when he turned his face, he saw it. still standing over there in the forrest, blood from his family dripping from its giant talons. he turned and faced it, and knew it could easily kill him. but this was not a brute beast Heron had thought. it somehow was smarter than that, in a feral but intelligent way. it somehow knew he would kill it if it came back at him. and it had turned and walked away, and Heron had woved that day that he could not find the peaceful man inside him again until that thing was dead. very dead.
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« Reply #4 on: October 27, 2011, 10:13:12 AM »

as they entered the gatehouse, the squad found the gate keeper in two locations and still missed his arms. that radio had most likely detonated in a record fashion if that managed to kill the gate keeper. or there was some predator over here. nobody could tell where, but the air was thick of it. Heron looked around him, and saw chaos had been here as shards of pottery was scatterd over the ground, houses was damaged, doors were busted off the hinges, remains of people still to be seen sometimes. the squad started to split up looking for anyone still alive, but doubted that they would find anything alive.

anything apart from that fiend, Heron thought for himself, as he looked inside a small house where debris was everywhere on the floor. he ran his illuminator light around and found nothing to notice so he turned around and then stopped. he slowly turned back and looked inside again, and somehow, he knew he stared into a game of death and life. the hunt was on.

"its here!!" he screamed as he raised his hellgun up and shot straight inside the room and struck the Lictor on its lower body, and it screeched, stabbed its talons forward but hitting the wall to the side of Heron, then backed out of the house, and into the alley behind it.
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« Reply #5 on: November 08, 2011, 12:30:39 PM »

the Lictor started running, but Heron would not let it escape this time. he quickly followed it outside, turned on the spot and shot again but missed it as the murderer turned into a alley. he rushed after, knowing that the squad was trying to flank it as well and pen it in somewhere and then kill it. he ran as fast as he could, trying to keep pace with something vastly faster than him.

the lictor turned around a corner and found itself shot at again, but from another prey this time. it turned back into the alley from the main street, and ran back the trail it came from...

Heron rounded the corner, and in one fluid motion he flew down on the ground as the flesh hooks just barely missed him and hit the house behind him, at he returned the favor of attacking and pressed down the trigger and aimed at the Lictor just a few meters away. he struck it head on again, and it screeched once more, a sound more beautiful than anything Heron had ever heard. then it stabbed him in the back with his talons and he fainted from the shock.

the Lictor turned around, and proceeded to destroy the entire squad as well as the chimeras crew. nobody survived its rampage in the village before, and this "rescue" squad did neither.
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« Reply #6 on: November 08, 2011, 12:37:44 PM »

she was as beautiful as ever, altough he knew something was wrong by the way she moved. he wondered what had happend during the day and walked up behind her, hugging her and kissing her neck, whispering into her ear "something is wrong, tell me"

the answer was the worst she ever had given him.

"you died without avenging me and our children. you failed what you swore to complete."

he froze still, suddenly his mind confused. was she insane now? was he insane? what had he sworn? what had he failed? then a small light spread in his mind about what had happend. he lost all sanity he had when he realised he was dead, and he ran outside and saw the world burning all around him.

he then felt a sharp pain in the back and turned around, seeing his wife with madness in her face and a knife in her hand. or talon. he could not make clear what it was, then he realised he was not looking at his wife anymore. he saw the beast that had started his nightmare...
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« Reply #7 on: November 08, 2011, 12:44:24 PM »

he walked on a dead world, with blood running from his back wound, but he could not die from it. he had walked for days and still he had not died from hunger, thirst, blood loss, fatigue. he just kept walking across a world without purpose of the walk. he just hoped something would appear apart from the ash covered statues and plants.

when he walked into another settlement, wrecked from the flames, he heard someone walking across the street. he stopped, looking through the dust flying through the air and saw a man coming walking the opposite direction, towards him. the man carried a sword in both hands, like he was about to offer Heron it. then he stopped infront of Heron, put the sword down on the ground infront of him, and walked back. he did not say a word, neither did Heron. then he collapsed and hit his head on the sword, making him faint.
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« Reply #8 on: November 09, 2011, 11:15:20 AM »

as he slowly began to recognize what he knew was pain, his mind registered the feelings around him. the wound in the back was gone, but the feeling was there, uncomfortable as he thought about it.

he pushed himself up from the ground, and realised he was actually alive. he was not in that nightmarish dead world realm, he was back here to the village. he looked up and saw the sword placed just infront of him and he tried to explain how the sword had gotten there, but then he gave up. he stood up, feeling inexplainable young and fresh considering he thought himself dead just a minute back almost. he stood resting against a wall and looked at the sword beneath him. it had runes along the blade and the shaft was a very ornate piece of craftmanship.

but how had it gotten there? it was not there when he had been downed, nor had anyone in the squad carried it. and what are the odds some random stranger with a sword like this would walk by and drop it off infront of Heron that was laying dead on the ground? questions raced through his mind, until he finally said enough. he would not understand how it got there, that just took too much thought process. what was important is that the sword was here and he could use it in his hunt. that beast was to be killed, because he doubted the squad had survived it. he would finnish what he was orderd to do as well as what he had promised his family. he would not let her say that he had failed him again. not another time...
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« Reply #9 on: February 23, 2012, 10:11:53 PM »

he grabbed the sword by the hilt, felt its weight and lifted it up. it was of a extraordinary metal, not native to this world at least. it was signed with various glyphs and markings he could not make out. he just felt it was right and that this sword would be the bane of that monster beast. it had killed too many by now.

by instinct, he started walking, sword in hand, and passed through the village. he noticed the remains of the squad leader and some other man he could not recognize at all. did not matter anyway, they were all dead, he just knew they were, and he was still alive. he had more souls screaming for vengeance in his head now. his family. the people that had died before this predator. and now his squad...

it would pay dearly. with its life.
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« Reply #10 on: February 23, 2012, 10:18:20 PM »

he stalked through the woods, saw the signs of the beasts travel. somehow he knew where it was heading, yet nothing logic could tell him the answer to. it was just instinct that kept him going, and heading the right way too, for further ahead, he heared a scream on the wind, and he quickend his pace.

further up ahead, he found the beast in a clearing, devouring a hunter or some wanderer maybe. whatever he was before, now he was simply meat for the beast who happily feasted on him. unaware of the predator stalking behind it. Heron watched its movements, and stood straight up after a while. walking into the clearing, he surprised the lictor which quickly spun around and shot its flesh hooks towards his heart in the same movement.

had he been himself, he would have been a dead man now. but as it became, his body spun to the left and hacked down, cutting off the fleshooks in mid air, and then he started to run towards the nightmare infront of him, bent on its death and nothing short of that. the lictor jumped into the air, and aimed a downwards stab toward him, one that he, again, dodged without difficulty. he was in control of the fight, but he did not feel in control of his body. he simply did, never thought.
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« Reply #11 on: February 23, 2012, 10:23:01 PM »

the duel went on, and he parried each thrust, dodged every pounce, evaded and danced like it was not even close to a threat to him. it was a game to him now, he let his body flow through the battle, easily avoiding one of the most deadly enemies in the galaxy. and he was toying with it.

it finally bored him when the night was closing in, and the lictor almost spending all its energy on killing this prey. whatever it tried, he had avoided death, and so the lictor was enraged and attacked with such fury even a astartes would be dead, but this man, mere mortal man, was simply dancing around in a dance of death.

its talons cut forward again, but slowly and with little force behind the thrust, so he cut down on them. he skewerd the talons that his wife had been pierced by, and he sewerd its arms as well, thoose that had butchered his child... or was it children?

his mind started thinking back, and he realised something that disturbed him a lot. his wife was not there anymore, just a word in his hed he needed to avenge, nothing else remained. laugh, looks, smell... nothing, not even her name was left...
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« Reply #12 on: February 23, 2012, 10:30:48 PM »

he grew more furious with each second. his entire life seem forgotten, and this beast was responsible for it all. he started swinging fast and cut in into the lictor. it screeched of pain, it fought back but was losing blood and was also dismembered. then he spun around, and threw himself into its face, and headbutted it.

and now his mind started panicking. the lictors head bashed in, its face obliterated from his headbash. it collapsed into a head on the ground, and all he felt was rage. he raised the sword, and started cutting it to pieces like it had done to so many before it. he slashed it and kept doing it until sun rose again from the nights darkness, and he witnessed nothing but a large patch of blood everywhere. it stained his face, and the trees, the bushes, the grass, his hands and...

now he stopped for a moment. he saw his hands stained with the blood of the beast. and the talons glowed in the sunlight and its reflection in the blood. and then he saw himself in it. and his once blu eyes were gone, he had changed so much he did not recognize himself. and then his mind was obliterated from the psychich birth of the daemon in the sword.

it threw its head up to the sky and howled its victory cry, and warped back into the alternative reality of the warp, and started feeding on what once was Heron. it fed upon his rage and his thrist for vengeance, battle and blood. it swallowed his every soul piece, and then it went on looking for further prey to corrupt, while Khorne sat on his throne and nodded approvingly.
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