The Chancers - Lord

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the origin story of The Chancer, Lord.

Submitted: July 25, 2019

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The Chancers - Lord

Axel Steel

When the Earth began turning, did anyone expect it to take a turn like this? Was it a wrong turn, or was it a right? Was it even a turn at all? That is the one question that seems unanswerable. What led us to The Chancers? A race of beings too extreme for any one person to understand, but not to destroy. One man took it on his back, he put that weight on his shoulders to destroy The Chancers once and for all. What a fate he met.

July 4th, 2456

Independence Day. Such two words, they weren’t meant to be together. Independence does not exist, it is not real. Independence Day is just a show of the lies. Independence is all a lie. The government keeps the boundaries open when they’ve secretly had these machines roaming, destroying any who disobey, since great God knows when.

They shall watch the fireworks, and my body shall swing in the winds’ gentle arms. I shall be cradled into an eternal sleep, and they will find what remains of me tomorrow morning. When the cleanup crews arrive to usher on those on a hangover and sweep up the broken glass, I shall be at the center of it all.

I was Frank Lord.

As he prophesied, the wind cradled his body as the last life was taken by his own hand. The rope dug into his weakening flesh as blood slowly drained from his brain and eyes. A cold lifeless stare soon fell over any who walked by him, like that of a statue.

The next morning, the cleanup crew saw the body. A new recruit, a young girl, was ordered to cut it down. She had only signed up for this to earn a few bucks, not this. She couldn’t argue, her boss was a tough man with a cruel scar. He had been toughened by what he called ‘reality’ when he actually referred to a crude form of insanity. She walked over and something about the glassy eyes just didn’t seem right. An eery sense fell over the entire group like this man was still alive. There was a snap as his jaw opened, revealing a note shoved in the side of his mouth.

The girl didn’t even try to remove it, the thought of reaching into a dead man’s mouth was sickening enough for anyone. She instead began to climb the tree, when something grabbed her. She thought at first she had just gotten stuck on a branch. But she did not look behind her. Realizing whatever it was had to be pulled loose, she turned around. But nothing could quite prepare her for what she saw. The man’s mouth began to boil with blood and she saw the shoulder more elevated than it had previously been. She followed down the arm with her eyes and saw a claw-like hand latched onto her shoulder. She screamed but found it too late to get help.

Two bodies were carted off in the back of a garbage truck that night. One male, a suicide victim, and one female. The death of the female was never truly decided. Was she murdered? Was it a freak accident? A genetic condition no one was aware of? It was not to be worked out, for the cleanup crew who examined it had hardly a brain cell between them. All they knew for sure was that her face was covered in blood, it had presumably come up her throat and she had drowned in it. Both bodies were ground up and sent off as ash, along with all of America’s other rubbish. But one survived past even the destruction of the bodies. A machine, one of The Chancers, named itself Lord. It was the first of it’s kind, constructed itself completely from scrap, and murdered endlessly.

The story continues,

Lord continues terrorizing,

The Chancers roam,

All free now,

But soon not,

It will all disappear…


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