» Thu May 26, 2011 9:03 pm "We exist within humanity's already tattered shell. Our chances for survival are by no means great. Make no mistake, we are leeches, parasites, we feed off the scraps of the living," here the man on the podium paused. "We are monsters!" he finally shouted, his voice echoing off of the rotting rafters of the secluded building.
"Because of this mutation, this disease, the sun is abhorrent to us, the sensations of the truly living are lost upon your soul, yet a common thread us links all together. That of existence, it is dear to every sentient being on this shriveling desert plain," the preacher, known as High Priest Natakh, kept on prattling. "Our supernatural powers keep these mortals alive against the other mutated threats of the wastes, and we need them for sustenance. A true symbiotic relationship if there ever was one!"
But Jake Born, sitting in the front row of pews, with a mere one years worth of experience under his belt, knew the true nature of this society. It was a blight upon humanity's slow healing. He learned much in that twelve month time-span. This vampiric society served as assassins to the highest bidder, or preachers of a defunct religion that had destroyed countless lives during the pre-war phase. At worst, they devastated the societies they secretly dwelled in, at best, they were social chameleons that pushed for reform in their favor.
His attention snapped back to Natakh when the preacher's voice changed to a low, almost warning level. "There is one, in the small town of Thebins, one of us?who needs to be rescued from the clutches of those that might be prejudiced against our kind." He carries vital information that could cause a surge of strength within our ranks, or so he claims. This man, named Thomas, must be sought out," Natakh declared in an authoritive voice.
All eyes were on Born, especially those of Natakh. It was always the newcomers that seemed to be sacrificed first. The old and wise kept their claws away from the flame.
