Rend Hope by Josh Webb, Clayscence Page A

really are a monster." He hissed at him accusingly, Ebrim just smiled.
                  "I had forgotten that you never saw how I made my ghouls.  Isn't it beautiful?" The necromancer asked, Benjamin was appalled.
                  "You sick fucking freak!  This is...wrong." The youth managed to say, struggling to find the right words to describe the sickly scene before him.  Ebrim moved so that he was standing next to him.
                  "It's necromancy, what did you expect?  This type of sorcery deals with the life energies of living beings and how to manipulate them in your favor.  The possibilities with what you can do with that energy are endless, this is merely but one possibility.  You will learn more in time my fiery apprentice." Ebrim explained, Benjamin felt his blood run cold at the thought of being the man's apprentice.
                  "I don't want anything to do with this shit." The red-haired magi stated, Ebrim laughed long and hard.
                  "It's not like you have a choice my dear Benjamin.  As long as you keep your petty attachments to your sister, you will do what I say." Ebrim replied, patting his pouch where his sister's bloodstone rested for emphasis.  "Now once my creations are ready I need you to take them for a test drive in that nice little city to the east of here, Midas City I believe one of them called it.  Is that clear?"  Benjamin suppressed a shudder.
                  "Crystal." The younger man replied, storming back up the stairs of the basement.  He had seen enough of the gross display.  "Ebrim." He called out, his back to the name of the man he just called.  The necromancer turned towards him in response.  "Don't ever let your guard down, not even once, not even for a moment.  Because when you do, I will be there, and I will be the last thing you will ever see before you go to Hell."  Benjamin declared coldly, watching as Ebrim grinned in delight.
                  "Such hatred, you're already becoming the perfect apprentice Benjamin." The tall dark-whiskered man responded.  Benjamin exited the basement, his hands balled tightly into fists and veins popping out of his forearms.  Images of Ebrim meeting an untimely end at his hands began dancing through his mind.  These images were currently the only thing that kept him from going insane with rage.

Chapter 5
                  Markus was bored.
                  After being let into Midas City, Marie and he were immediately ushered into the Headquarters of the city's sheriff's department, a building that was half bricks and half wooden planks it seemed.  The deputies stuck them in the basement, where the jail cells were located.  The only thing the bare cells had for furniture were a couple of lumpy mattresses.  The next day after a cold breakfast they were escorted to an interrogation room which held nothing but a long wooden table, two metal folding chairs, and a mirror.  He had really wanted to take a tour of the city, but the deputies forbade it until the sheriff arrived.  Markus just wished the slow bastard would get here faster.
                  "Feels like we've been here forever." Markus complained, leaning back in his chair and placing his feet on the table's edge.  Marie sighed.
                  "It's only been fifteen minutes since we entered this room.  I'm sure you'll survive a few more." She told him.  Markus began rocking himself back and forth using his feet.
                  "Why do we have to go through all this crap anyway?  These people know you right?  And the guards we met at the gate told them all about my completely awesome heroic deed of saving you didn't they?" The blonde magi asked, Marie nodded in agreement.
                  "Yes the guards at the gate gave their report.  This is just normal procedure for the city.  We try to screen as