Nerd Reactor’s Fan Fiction Corner: A World of Darkness Tale

(A short story based on the tabletop roleplaying game, World of Darkness)

The Veil

Chapter One – The First Door

A tall figure runs through a dimly lit alley. He breathes heavily as he makes his way through the broken corridors of the streets. The midnight toll of a clock’s bell echoes through the night signaling the beginnings of the witching hour. The low gloom of the streets outline his dark green jacket and duffel bag hanging from his shoulder as he hurriedly pushes by some overturned garbage cans. 

A beat.

(Voiceover)

“People call me, Dwayne Jackson. I was your average black man finding my way in this insanity we call life. That all changed when my brother and I got jobs as security guards at an underground gambling joint in Boston almost three weeks ago. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Why couldn’t we get honest jobs instead?’ Well, it’s hard to turn down an offer of getting paid $2K a week, by just standing around and making sure people don’t come into a building. You know what I mean?”

Heavy breathing.

Dwayne jumps over a bent chain link fence and steps on top of a brick wall and quickly looks over his shoulder behind him. The dark alleyway greeted him with an unseen smile. A cold chill traveled down Dwayne’s spine as he continued to run.

(Voiceover)

“If I could change that past mistake, I would have. I should have never shaken the hand of that man…that weird, strange, fucking man. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew there was something completely off about him – and those guys constantly wearing sunglasses…even though it was in the middle of the night. It was all bullshit.”

Sweat hits the pavement.

Dwayne turns a corner and sees a backdoor to a hardware store. His hand slightly trembling, he attempts to open the door to no avail. It’s locked. Dwayne slams his palm on the door in slight annoyance. Momentarily losing focus, he darts back towards the lonely alleyways while looking behind him. The darkness still smiled at him.

(Voiceover)

“Goddamnit, Leon. Leon….brother. I can’t ever forget that bullshit. Leon had disappeared early in the morning of our second shift. I saw him later that day, but…I knew something was wrong since he was wearing those dark black sunglasses, just like the other dudes at our work. It wasn’t long till all hell broke loose in that place. There was a scuffle with some patrons causing trouble. I made my way inside, ready to call the police, but that’s when I saw my brother and three other sunglassed motherfuckers run into a parked van on the other side of the building. I yelled to him. He didn’t answer. Their van sped off, so I followed after them; what a fucking big mistake.”

Cold empty breeze.

A small diner in the distance interrupts Dwayne’s racing mind. A moment of solstice. He makes his way inside, the pale light of the empty dining booths beckoning him over to find a sanctuary from the misery of the night.

“Welcome, young man. You can sit wherever you want.” An overweight woman with a greasy apron waves her hand at one of the booths without looking up from her magazine.

“May I use the restroom?” Dwayne shakingly asks.

“Sure, down that hallway.” Again, without looking up, she points.

No time wasted. Dwayne enters the restroom and immediately locks the door behind him. Opening his duffel bag, he empties the contents to the top of the closed toilet seat. The Glock 17 still held its fifteen rounds; still got protection. Dwayne opens a small book and checks a location on his small map of the area. He diligently scribbles something into the book and closes it immediately. Hastily he gathers the duffel bag and its contents and breezes out of the diner.

(Voiceover)

“I followed that van to a warehouse just outside The Commons in Boston. I parked my car outside and followed my brother and the three men with him. That’s when I saw the most fucked up thing that I have ever experienced in my entire life: my brother and the three men walked to the center of the warehouse and made some weird gestures with their hands. It looked like sign language, but it wasn’t. Suddenly a strange black hole appeared in the center of them. A BLACK HOLE. I don’t even know how the fuck that’s possible to do that. Even I couldn’t believe this shit I was witnessing. I was about to yell at my brother when two men in dark clothes smashed through the ceiling…”

A gospel page.

In the distance, an abandoned church loomed. Dwayne knew this was the place. As the doors of the church open, Dwayne’s nostrils are embraced by a decaying smell of wood and papers. The pews are broken and weather beaten from the many years of neglect. Flashlight out, Dwayne makes his way to the second floor overlooking the bottom pews and takes a seat. The pew creaks in annoyance at the sudden weight of a human which it hasn’t felt in many years. Hood pulled over, Dwayne sits and waits in the musty darkness.

(Voiceover)

“The two men in dark clothing caught my brother and other men by surprise. One of the two men was a fairly tall, well-muscled man covered in tattoos. But that wasn’t the strange thing about him, no. His tattoos were fucking glowing! The second shorter man was normal looking except for a portion on the left side of his face. It looked like he was scarred or burned from something. I ducked behind a box just in time to see the shorter man snap his finger, and the three sunglassed men and my brother suddenly flew apart from each other like fucking bowling pins. I’ve only seen shit like that in movies, and I know there wasn’t camera crew around this area right now. I don’t know if it was luck, but my brother’s body came sailing in my direction. His body fell in a heap behind a box next to me. I looked up to see the larger tattooed man suddenly holding a gigantic glowing hammer and smacking around the other sunglassed men. I swear for a moment, I thought it was Thor. I turned to look at my brother’s body and to my horror, the sunglasses on his head had fallen off only to display deep empty sockets. From out of the sockets suddenly burst a mass of spiders. I screamed. I seriously fucking screamed. What the fuck happened to Leon?! What the fuck is all this crazy shit?! I think a normal person would shit themselves after seeing that kind of bullshit. I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t have time to think. I didn’t have time cry for my brother. I just…fucking ran…”

Footsteps.

Dwayne adjusts his hood as he looks at the pews on the first floor. A man with a dark round brim hat slowly walks towards the altar of the church. Flashlight in hand, Dwayne moves down back to the first floor.

(Voiceover)

“I don’t remember when I came to my senses. It was raining and I was in an alley next to my apartment. I was tired as fuck. I ran up the stairs to our old room and I just collapsed on the bed and knocked out for God knows how long. When I woke, it was late in the afternoon. That’s when I cried. I hadn’t cried in a long time. I have only cried two times in my life. First was when my Dad disappeared when I was 10 years old. The second was when our Momma died five years ago. Today would be the third: for my brother. I stood up wiped the tears from my eyes and saw a note had been slipped under my door. I picked up the paper and it read:

‘We know you saw it. We were watching ‘them’. We were also watching the ‘Seidhrs’. But we never interfere with them. You will come to know this soon enough. We also know what happened to you and your brother. Just know this: there are things in this world that are beyond the comprehension of logic, science, and reality. We will explain everything to you. But not here in Boston. Not here within the eyes of the ‘Consilium’. Take only what you need and go to this address….make sure no one follows you.”

A stern hand.

“Are you the guy that’s going to explain all this shit? What the actual fuck is going on? I feel like I’m in a goddamned Marvel or DC comics movie!” Dwayne throws his hood back with a tight grip on his pistol in his pocket.

The man takes off his hat revealing white shaggy hair and interrupts Dwayne’s worried questioning, “Just follow me, Dwayne. It will be okay.”

As the man walks down a hidden stairway behind the altar, Dwayne only has one constant question in his mind, “What the fuck is going on?” 

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Alger Alama
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Highly sociable and having been entrenched in Nerd\Geekdom since he was a kid, Alger has seen it all. During his spare time he loves to go out clubbing, sing karaoke, and attend parties. This Nerd is no wallflower. He'll always greet you with a warm smile and a drink in hand.

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