Beaumont Rising Ch. 0.5

[This Story is a work in progress and my first writing endeavour. The template and a rough idea for this story had been on my mind for a while. It is set in a mythical/ post modern era. In this world, magic exists and has been fairly affecting the workings of the world. Although, in the time period of this story, magic is not at its peak. That was a few million years ago. But all out war and destruction lead to a lot of that magical knowledge being lost to time and now the world has amalgamated magic and technology to enhance the effects of both.

I am planning on coming up with the plot points as I go along with the story. Although there is a single arc that I have in mind, the details are not entirely fleshed out yet. So, I would appreciate your feedback and any ideas you wanna throw at me. I'll try to incorporate them into the story. Since I am a beginner level Writer, there are bound to be grammatical errors here and there, so if you please forgive me. I hope it doesn't ruin your reading experience. Do point them out to me, so I can make corrections. I have also left a few minor hints about the story in the tags so do check them out and let me know how you like the story.

(P. S. The first couple of chapters are slow burn, with a little bit of sexual content, just to help me set up the story first. But the further installments are gonna be packed with it, because the story picks up fast after the Initial chapters.)

Enjoy.]

Chapter : 0.5

In the pitch black of night, with much lack of moonlight. The screeching of tires against the cobbled road fills the street with a howling fright. As two figures bust out of the car, the lights in the nearby buildings turn back on. In the slightly lit up street they rush towards the end of the path where the adjoining street is blocked off by bollards. They squeeze through the concrete barriers and make their way towards the open street, adjoined by a narrow canal that runs alongside the path. Frantically looking around they run down the street, making timely stops to look around searching for something or someone. Just a minute into their search the street lamps light up and the whole area illuminates under a hazy yellowish-orange glow. The night had been a cold one and the fog in the air made it even more gloomy than it had been before the power surge started. But now that the lights were back on the neighbourhood seemed less scary. Or so they thought. But it was about to get worse.

A heavy voice called from the other side of the canal. A figure stands there on the cobbled street with a build more stockier than the other two.

"Did you find her?" he says, trying to be discreet but still manages to be loud.

"No, but she ran this way. Must be somewhere around." said the lanky guy.

"Just keep looking. We just need one more." the buff guy yells from the other side.

As their search continues they make their way down the street, passing a couple of crossover bridges on the way. The buff dude searches one side of the street while the skinny one searches the other side with his short companion. A little along the way the lights start to flicker again, followed by a complete blackout. The streets fall dark again and the mist along the canal makes it even more difficult for the three men to look for the girl, blocking their vision beyond a couple of feet.

"We need to hurry, the power surges are becoming more frequent. He's almost ready" yells the big guy.

"We are tying.... Greg!!" the tall guy answers but whispers the last part to his partner.

"Seriously, why do we have to do this now? Couldn't he find the girls first and then start the ritual, why is it always in the last moments with this guy?" the short guy whispers.

"I don't know man, you know we'll lose our heads if we start to question him." the taller one replies.

Their search continues and in the next few minutes they steadily make their way down the street when they start to hear the traffic nearby, indicating the eventual end to the secluded street. The lights from the cars on the road barely pierce through the thick veil and a distant glow makes them nervous as to having lost their prey into the dark of night.

"Boss, I think she made it to the road. We can't catch up to her in the fog. Should we go back?" the short guy asks with hesitation.

"Shut the fuck up and just keep looking." comes the response from the other side.

Trying their best they look around but struggle to even determine the silhouettes in their surroundings. Finally tired of running around and looking in the dark, the short guy leans against a tree at the edge of the road. Taking in a few breaths of cold air he feels that burning sensation in his gut slowly start to fade.

" Paul, just stop for a minute. I need to catch my breath man. We have been running after her for almost an hour." he says as he slowly lowers his heavy body along the tree trunk to finally sit down on the cold, paved side of the street.

"Ey get up, we have a job to finish. And you didn't run for 30 minutes, it was just five you fat fuck. " Paul says in a hushed voice, trying not to attract their boss's attention.

Paul could barely see his boss from across the width of the canal. Greg was walking around searching for the girl, his steps now frantic as the looming realization of their crumbling plan dawns upon him. The lights flicker for a second and the darkness prevails. But just as the lights flickered a muffled squeak grabs Paul's attention. He looks towards the general direction of the noise, just to find a pile of garbage bags next to a couple of metal bins in a narrow alleyway. As he takes a step towards the alley, the bins rustle briefly and the metal clanking grabs the attention of Paul's partner.

"Did you hear that?" he says.

"Milo... Shhh!!" Paul says as he puts a finger to his lips. He motions Milo to come towards the alley while waving and pointing at him, gesturing him to stand guard at the entry way as he makes his way into the alley.

Reaching a couple steps away from the bins he looks intently at the pile of rubbish, trying to investigate the clutter. He lights up an orb in his palm which flickers rapidly trying to sustain its form but the glow steadily dims as the magic slowly fades. He lights it up again but this time he concentrates a little harder to maintain the orb but it slowly starts to dissipate again. While the light remains his eyes swiftly roam through the pile of trash to find something, just then he catches a glimpse of a reflective surface, like an acrylic black surface reflecting the dim yellow light from the orb. It looked like a shoe to him. A woman's heels, as he looked thoroughly. Moving a step closer, the shoe moves slightly, trying to hide back into the rubbish. A smile creeps up on Paul's face, as he grips his hand to form as fist, cutting off the orb in the process. As the light fades, they step closer to their prey.

"Come on now. You don't need to hide. We won't hurt you." Paul says with a devious smile, in a taunting voice.

Milo chuckles at Paul's statement and brings out a baton that hangs from his belt. As they step closer and closer, muffled sobs of the girl become audible. Pauls in one swift motion goes for her ankle and drags her from behind the bins and onto the rigid and cold street.

The girl, slightly shorter than Paul and of a slim build, had a dark coloured dress on that barely reached above her knees. She wore heels that were now clanking against the tiny rocks on the paved street, as she screamed and struggled to remove herself from Paul's grip.

Meanwhile the commotion had caught the attention of Greg as he yelled from the other side of the canal.

"What are you guys doing?"

"We got her boss." said Milo.

"Tie her up" Greg yells. "I am coming, just don't let her run away again." he adds.

"Don't worry boss, she is not going anywhere." Paul claims. As he grabs her from the back of her neck while saddling on her back.

Milo rushes to his aid and grabs a hold of her feet and pins her down in one place, minimising her movement. Then Paul grabs her arms with his free hand and brings them behind her back. As he lets go of her neck he reaches for a small metal wire in his back pocket and slaps it on to her wrists. The wire grows and wraps around her wrists but a second later it loses its strength and wobbles like a noodle and shrinks back to its original size.

"What the fuck is going on." Paul yells in frustration.

"Hey, Boss told you that magic might not work tonight, especially if we are so close to it. Just use these." Milo says as he hands Paul some zip ties.

He struggles to put the ties on her but then Milo uses the baton to pass a jolt of electricity into her upper thigh and she yelps in pain then falls limp.

Paul uses the opportunity to tie her hands and puts a bag over her face.

"We are ready to roll boss." Milo yells.

Meanwhile Greg had been looking for a bridge to crossover to the other side. He rushes forward down the street to find one. And along the way he hears a sharp female cry coming from the other side. He chuckles to himself and in the following moments he hears Milo calling out to him. Just then he realises that he is going the wrong way and if he were to go back he would be closer to the car and there were bridges he saw on his way. But as the thought finishes in his mind he has already covered a bit of distance and another bridge becomes visible right at the edge of the fog. He abandons the idea to rush back and heads straight for the bridge in front of him. Without paying much attention he just rushes towards the general direction. But as he reaches the bridge he sees a figure sitting on the edge or the bridge, right in the middle of the arching structure. Stepping onto the bridge he closes in on the figure, as the fog gives way he finally sees a girl sitting on the edge of the bridge looking straight down into the canal. He slows down his steps and starts walking across the bridge.

While crossing he notices that the girl looks to be in her early twenties and of an athletic build. She sat there with straightened back and her ass almost hanging off the ledge. As he crosses her, he shoots one final look towards the girl and he stops in his path. Greg stands there for a couple of seconds before he turns around and starts walking towards the girl. Now standing right behind her, he pulls out the baton he had been carrying. The two nubs at the end of the stick start to buzz as the electricity passes through them it makes a crackling noise.

Before the girl could notice what was happening behind her Greg lunges at her, to grab a hold of her.

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