The Caller--Chapter 1

Peter Marko smiled as he looked out the window, seeing the cop cars covering the lawn. It was about time they caught him. He was actually surprised it took them this long. He had been a murderous rampage through out New England, and the police had chassed him into New Jersey’s Pine Barrens, near Pine Creek, a city that had had it’s share of tragedy over the last year. He had been here several times over the past year, and he thought that if he could get into the Barrens, he might be able to escape. But when he couldn’t lose the local cops, he figured he might as well go out with a bang.

Literally.

As Marko ran through the Barrens, he found a clearing in the trees, and this house. On the outside porch he saw Tim and Jill making out. One carefully placed shot killed both of them as they kissed. As Marko walked into the house, he took a moment to admire his work. He was quite proud of that shot. He had killed a lot of people, some with guns, some with knives, some other ways. But this was the first time he was actually proud of the kill.

Walking into the house, he saw George and Angie sitting on the couch, watching a movie with the volume turned up. The first shot killed George, but the second missed Angie, who moved to the floor when he fired. But she couldn’t get away. He hit her in the back of the head, knocking her out.

After barricading the back door, he tied her to a chair in front of the picture window, facing the front of the house as the first cop car pulled into the driveway. Soon, four more showed up.

After opening the window so he could hear what they were saying, Marko walked over to Angie, pressing his gun against her head. As the police did their normal hostage negotiation speech, he smiled. And after a moment, he yelled that he was coming out.

As three officers walked to the door to arrest him, Marko pulled the trigger, covering the window with blood before he dropped the gun. He walked out the door, his hands held high, smiling as the cops tackled him before slapping on a pair of handcuffs.

Nocturok: God Of Vengeance--Prelude

In the time before time began, the gods fought a terrible war. How long the war lasted, none now know, although the signs of the war can still be seen through out the galaxy.

With the war over, the Gods mourned those that had fallen in battle. Unknown to them, one of those they mourned had survived, lost in the cold reaches of space.

During the dieing days of the war, Nocturok, the God of Vengeance was fighting against his enemies when his soul was stripped from his body and placed in the amulet he wore, along with the souls of those he had yet to avenge. Defeated, the amulet and his body were hurled into the far reaches of space.

They soon drifted apart and the amulet floated through the cosmos for eons. His story became legend, and the legend became myth. Soon the name Nocturok, which use to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers, was lost to time.

For centuries uncounted the amulet drifted through space, until it came into orbit of a small blue world. Captured by its gravitational pull, it blazed a fiery path through the atmosphere, crashing into the ground with a deafening impact.

And that is where the legend of Nocturok begins anew.