Lord Of Chaos Chapter 1

A young girl, no older than the age of 15, was sitting comfortably in a wheelchair with a blanket covering her whole body except for her head, being wheeled to the elevator that took you up to the platform of the CN Tower in Toronto, Canada. Pitying glances were shot in her direction as they caught eye of the wheelchair, then quickly looked away. But she didn't care, because soon, she was the one that was going to pity them. But, patience was of the essence, so she just set her vision ahead and dreamed for hours on end. People were looking oddly at her in the elevator, not at her exactly, but the people who helped her. There were 6 men, all dressed in black and red robes with swirling patterns and strange symbols across them. One was holding a binded black leather book, his eyes darting everywhere like the police were going to come and arrest him any second. The others were calm, like on a mission. To the random stranger, they were just a bunch of weirdo's with a evil obsession, guiding a paralyzed child. To a trained eye, so much more.1

As the elevator reaches the top and a ding of confirmation sounds, the child's eyes clear and her head raises, alert. Stiffly, they guide her around and look out at the clear day, a light breeze playing in the air. You can see for miles and miles, seemingly forever. The girl shifts, and clanking is heard from under the blankets. They all freeze, but nobody looks at them. Relaxing, her gaze sweeps over all of her helpers, contentment, and the faintest hint of excitement gleams in the strange yellow orbs. Nodding, she motions for the biggest of the robed ones. He kneels down in front of her and waits patiently as she leans down to whisper in his ear. After a second, he stands up, looks around, then turns to face the glass wall that protects the viewers. Rearing back, he slams a huge fist into the glass, and it shatters upon impact. The people not in robes scream and run for cover, cowering in whatever crevice they can find.2

Slowly, the girl in the wheelchair stands up, as if she'll tumble back down if she stands up too quickly. Once the blanket slides off, they can see that her arms and legs are chained together in the front. She can move, just not big steps, and her arms are slightly bent inwards because of the chains. Long, raven hair with braids that go down past her shoulders and flawless white skin give her an appearance of a fallen angel. Gazing at her helpers, she smiles and looks expectantly at the one with the book. Hurriedly, he flips to a page and begins reading. His voice was the one that floats in air. The one that get into people's heads and make them go insane.3

'Light to Darkness, Clear to Shadow, Peace to Chaos, Evolution to Destruction.'4

Gently, her bare feet pad across the floor as the child steps out onto the side of the dome of the CN Tower. By now, the police have gathered below, yelling things that were blown away by the breeze, like whispers in the dark. Heavy footsteps were charging up the huge winding stairs, she had some time. By now, her servants had drawn guns to defend her if necessary. 5

'To break free of her mortal chains, the Lord must be killed in way of sacrifice.'6

The chains represented her mortal body, and when it was time for her to reclaim her proper body, they would break and she would be free. The footsteps were growing louder, quicker. She must hurry.7

'Once the deed is done, she will rise, and the sands of time will turn in our favor.'8

Walking over to the edge, her eyes looked out over the city, a concrete jungle. Soon, she will change all that. Cursed will become these lands, cities will fall, empires will crumble, and the Earth will become a living Hell for those that are not of the Darkness. Looking down, she saw the police attempting to stop her. What did they know about this? Smirking, she further approached the ledge.9

'The world will be shadowed in darkness, and the true evolution will begin.'10

A young officer was staring up at the CN Tower, where he could make out a young girl, only a few years younger than him, standing on the edge of the rim. He had received the call when someone had broken a glass window inside, and a girl walked out. Immediately, counselors, officers and passerbys attempt to coax her to stop, but she ignored them. He felt so helpless that she was going to end her own life, but when they received detail that 6 men in red and black robes were holding guns and standing guard as she walked, they suspected this was part of a cult and she had nothing to do with it. The chief was trying to console him, but it didn't work. Figuring he had to do something, the young officer ran into the CN Tower, not even noticing the women dressed in black and red leaning against the wall. Taking the elevator, he brought it upon himself to make sure the kid got back home safely.11

Waiting in the elevator, he drew his gun and tapped his foot impatiently on the ground. How could he, James Clerk, a respected young university student and part time policeman, be running up to a bunch of deranged and, grudgingly he admitted it, scary, murderers? He didn't know, but no more time to brood as the doors dinged open and he ran over to where they were. Instantly, 6 guns were in his face, but the girl raised her hand and they lowered them. His heart still racing, he stepped gingerly onto the glass side and called out to her.12

'Come back! You don't have to do this for them! We'll put them in jail, file them for attempted murder and--' The child laughed, a bitter sound, but still beautiful, cutting him off. He realized she had chains on her ankles and hands, so he gritted his teeth and stepped forward again. She just raised an eyebrow, looking back at him with her strange yellow eyes. Studying him for a second, she licked her lips.13

'You think that I'm not doing this of my free will? Stupid, stupid mortal.' James frowned. The girl obviously had mental problems. Slowly, he shuffled his way towards her. She turned so her back was facing the empty air. The young policeman realized what she was about to do as the child was swaying dangerously in the breeze.14

'No!' he shouted and lunged for her, fingers brushing empty air as the girl fell back off of the tower and into the embrace of the cool and swirling wind. The men grabbed him and pulled him back just as he was about to fall off. 5 of them drew guns, and as James saw his life flashing before his eyes, they pointed them to their heads and pulled the trigger. Blood and fragments of glistening bone exploded everywhere, and the officer felt sick. The last one pulled out another gun, but before he pulled the trigger on himself, he uttered words that sent chills down James' spine.15

'With the sacrifice complete, The Lord Of Chaos shall prepare for The Fall Of Man.'16

With that, he yanked on the trigger, ending his life and letting his body fall along with the others. Shakily, he peered over the edge to watch the rapidly falling figure of the young child speeding gracefully to the hard concrete ground. A single tear trickled down his face and chased after the kid, like he would've done if he didn't value his life. But he was smart, and knew that there's no hope for her now. Sitting, he put his face in his hands and wept as the S.W.A.T team burst onto the floor.17

She was falling, but it felt so surreal. The time was upon them, soon she will rise as a unearthly being that is stronger than anything anybody has ever seen. Soon, she will teach these stupid mortals what the true meaning of Demon is. Grinning, she fell faster towards the ground, and caught site of the women dressed in black and red. Everything was going as planned. Taking a deep breath, she looked up and the sky that was getting away from her. So close to the ground, it's time. Shattering pain enveloped her whole body as the child smashed into the concrete, creating a deep hole. The pounding of her heart was the loudest thing she could hear, vision clouding with a steady red mist. Tears ran down her face, but she has to be strong. A snapping sound, and the chains that bound her legs and arms broke with the sheer force of the impact. But she was alive. Every bone is her body was probably broken, but she was alive. Tendrils of dark mist and shadow creeped out of her body, fleeting touches, like the breath of your lover on your skin. The glancing strokes were enough to dull her pain. Coughing up blood, the last thing she saw were the police officers peering down, and angry shouts, followed by gunfire ringing in the air.