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<<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "song_1" play loop volume 40>> <h1> s h r o u d </h1> by ravancloak <<replace "#linkbar">>[[begin|Prologue]]<</replace>>

<<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "song_2" play loop volume 40>> <h1> Prologue </h1> I knew the colors of the sky didn’t bode well. The shapes spoke of things lost never found again. I didn’t know why, but somehow, none of it was right. Perhaps it was the remains of the drugs talking. I didn’t like taking my pills, but the doctors said it would help me. Help me with what, I didn’t know. I left the sky alone for a moment and got off the bench I occupied and crouched to get a better look at the ground. Insects crawled over branches and under leaves. I’d seen all of the bugs here before, this was my favorite place to be. Some of my favorite green ones were wandering towards my left slipper. I drew my slipper back and was saddened to see my green friends scurry away and disappear. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> I turned my attention to the sky. The clouds spoke of rain… rain and something else. They seemed a bit lonely. I knew that feeling all too well. I looked at the clouds and they seemed to swirl and distort. I blinked my eyes and looked again. They didn’t stop spinning. That meant I’d fall asleep again for a long time. What a bother. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> “Oi, Lucy,” one of the nurses ran across the courtyard towards me. “Here you are!” I didn’t respond. The nurse, Amanda, was used to this by now. She continued, “Come inside out of the cold, dear.” I ignored the sky for a moment and turned towards Amanda. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> “I don’t feel cold. It’s saying things again. The sky, I mean.” I pointed up. Amanda humored me and looked up, then let out a piercing scream. Above us, an ethereal form was materializing. A great billowing dark cloak with tattered edges blotted out the sun, with a white mask in the center. I could feel agony in my mind, a million voices chanting and screaming. Something tugged at my gown sleeve. Something was speaking from very far away. I looked to my side and saw that Amanda was trying to get my attention. I didn’t really care, and looked back up. Out of the corner of her eye, I saw Amanda run towards the hospital. The great cloaked form seemed to be leaning in, the white mask grew closer and smoke seemed to be billowing from its edges. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> I blinked, and the strange apparition wasn’t there. I looked towards where I thought Amanda had run. She wasn’t there, but instead seemed to have never moved. “I thought… did you see that?” I asked Amanda, pointing to where the form had appeared. She looked, then shrugged. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> “Lucy? Never mind that, Come in, it’s dinner time.” I suppose I should go in. Then, I blinked… and saw the mask of the apparition again, this time directly in front of me. All I could hear was static, and the world around me spun with a terrible force. Everything seemed to be burning with a pink and teal flame. The wind had stopped, and all I could hear was a terrible buzzing static in my head. I’d seen this before, I knew somehow… but I was getting tired. There was a pressure in the air and my head hurt. All I wanted to do was sleep. I felt my eyes slide shut as I collapsed to the ground. <<replace "#linkbar">>[[Chapter 1]]<</replace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

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<<masteraudio stop>> <<audio "song_3" play loop volume 40>> <h1> Chapter 1 </h1> Vespa fiddled was fiddling with one of her bottle top pins in her VW bus when she heard the voices over her police radio. She leaned forward and put her headphones on. “Sixteen here. Code eight. Fuck. Officer down. Requesting backup. Main and Elm. Unsure of cause. Didn’t see shit, I got the hell out of there.” <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> Vespa sighed. The police would be helpless here… if only the officers had arrived on the scene a bit later. The Shroud might not have claimed their lives. “Eight. Copy that John.” “Fuck I see something… you won’t belie-” The voice cut out with a blood curdling scream. When it died down, there was a burst of static… then nothing. John was no more, Vespa knew. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> “Code four, are you alright John?” Only silence answered. A chorus of fucks and shits was heard. “Four, eta to main and elm four minutes. Dispatch, what’s that address?” “253rd elm.” “Copy that.” <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> Vespa set down her headphones and stretched luxuriously. She turned her portable generator off. Nothing more could be done. The Shroud would likely have dissipated within those four minutes, leaving the bodies of the officers and any passerby in its wake. More Shrouds had been appearing as of late. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> With nothing better to do, she turned her attention to her pistol. She unloaded the magazine, setting it on the table. Vespa removed the slide, and set it, and the springs, alongside the magazine. Something clanked against the window, interrupting her focus. She set down her partially disassembled firearm and stood, making her way to the door. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> The morning sun was bright and Vespa shielded her eyes from the light as she stepped from her VW Bus. She’d parked by the creek that ran through town. Some grade school boys were lobbing pebbles at her bus. She sighed as they fled at the sight of her. On inspection, didn’t look like any damage had been done. With a shrug, she turned to go back in when she noticed another child, a girl this time, sitting in the shallows of the creek, crying softly. Perhaps… Vespa thought, then ignored the thought. Vespa turned to open the van door. Something was strange. She instantly stopped and spun again to face the girl. There was an indescribable yet ever too familiar feeling in the air. It seemed she could do something after all. Fuck. Of all the times to disassemble Bertha. Pulling her knives from the hidden sheaths, she sprinted forward. There was still time. <<linkreplace "more" t8n>> Probably.<<replace "#linkbar">>[[Chapter 2]]<</replace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>

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