Coming From the Shadows Series
2016 A.D.
The January air in London was a biting, skeletal thing; clinging to the brickwork of the abandoned factory on the fridge of the City; Connor, a young man barely in his twenties, felt the cold seeping into his very bones, despite the layers of clothes he was wearing.
He was a shadow, a wraith clinging to the metal scaffolding, his movements honed by years of rigorous training, tonight his target was the Cult of the Minotaur.
His Mother and Grandfather had been tracking their movements now for months; since they had made their return to the City; their growth was parasitic, and it was spreading throughout the underbelly of London; whispers had spread; he had now been tasked with his objective, this would be the first time he would be experiencing this sort of thing alone, a true test if he was ready.
The Cultists were a motley crew, their faces were obscured by hoods, but their forms were distinctive within the flickering lights that struggled to light the abandoned building, they seemed to move around with an aimless wandering movement as they spoke; it seemed random, but they were actually keeping watch over various possible points of entry in case someone tried to get inside, in case someone interrupted their secret meeting.
At the centre was an unsettling figure, he radiated with evil; his face was a stark mask in the flickering light; but Connor knew him, he had witnessed his actions outside of London when he joined his mother to track the Cultists activities outside of the capital; this was Elias Wilson – he led the Cultists here in the Greater London Area, he was a ruthless individual.
The murmured voices were barely audible, a sibilant hum against the whistling wind through broken windows; Connor strained to hear, his breath catching in his throat as Elias’ voice rose; it cut through the murmuring.
“Our master has turned his sights to the north” Elias said, his voice contained a hypnotic cadence, but still sharp “Something had gained his attention, and there is now an intention to push to Lancashire, we are, however to maintain our operations here, to grow, to rebuild what was lost”
“Do we have a name…” a voice queried
“Not yet” Elias’ turned his attention towards the one that spoke “All I know though is that there is a girl in the north, I believe in her late teens; a college student possibly, she seems to have an aura about her that has gained our masters attention, Stanley will be returning to lead the operations in the north, as per-request from the master”
Connor listened intently; a girl in the north, he wondered; how would a teenager have any connection to such a dark cabal of secrets; it raised more questions for him; but the intention of expanding to the north was certainly of interest, and he had no doubt his mother and grandfather would want to know about this.
“There are some who have been added to our masters list to help with the expansion; I shall be providing you the details tomorrow morning; but for now, I need you to all carry on with what you was doing; dismissed for now”
As the Cultists began moving further apart, now intending to leave; Connor knew the meeting was over, he now had to move quickly to avoid possibly detection; melting back into the shadows with a practised efficiency; silent and fluid.
The chill of the January air felt sharper, there was now a burning urgency; while he had no name or specific location; he knew that the intention to expand to the north in search of some college girl would be at least somewhat helpful.
For whatever reason the Cult had taken interest, he knew it would not be good, he could only imagine their intention was nothing short of malevolent; whoever it was, they needed to beat the Cult to finding her, to get her safely away from them.
As Connor slipped into anonymity; he would now need to travel back to the Smythe Estate, back to his mother; he knew she would know what to do, what plans needed to be made.
Written By: Westley H.
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