British Soldiers

Two British soldiers was part of a first strike team on a supposed insurgent village. The strike team split into two groups with the two friends teaming up without thinking.

They made their way into the town as they had discussed at the briefing earlier that night. As the strike team swept through the village the two soldiers came to a rather formidable doorway and they found themselves exhausted while trying to break through the door. Eventually the door gave way and a terrible stench overwhelmed the two; bringing them to their knees. They moved through the door into a darkened hall, wide as it was long, and saw a young boy crouched near the floor.


The boy was holding a ragged doll and as the men approached he dropped his rabbit and ran between the two men. His frightened and determined demeanor displayed such a will to escape that the men, dazed and bewildered, let him run off into the cool desert night.

There floor was littered with debris too dark to identify. Making their way to a dimly lit stairwell they began to climb, noticing the air becoming thick and humid as they approached a door of similar design to the front entrance only smaller.

Through the door ran a maze of corridors. By the sconce-light from the crumbling walls the men could make out markings on the flagstones they walked upon. These markings were not of any Asian or Indian language, that much was clear; a precise, almost violent vibe was emanating from them. Passing several doors on the way the soldiers followed the markings and braced for an encounter with a known enemy. The markings brought them at length to yet another door, this time bearing an ornate serpents head.

The first thing the men noticed about the great hall was it's grandeur. Beautifully crafted chandeliers hung from elegantly dark, alabaster ceilings and a soft, almost inaudible chant permeated the walls, which were hung with tapestries depicting great serpentine. Traversing the floors of this great hall the two men were enamored. Glancing from left to right, robed statues stood bearing golden masks could be seen standing in yet more ornate alcoves.

And at the far end of the great hall there he stood. The two men approached the young boy they had met in the entrance hall earlier with mounting curiosity; they where not looking at a street urchin as the boy before had appeared to be. The soldiers began to notice, from the corner of their vision, the hooded statues advancing upon them...

They both blacked out and fell to the floor.


As terrifying screams grew louder, one of the men found himself rousing from sleep. Glancing down at his feet he found himself suspended from shackles, naked. Focusing on the direction of the screaming he could see a robed man plunging rusted, knife shaped implements into his friends torso as the screams came with less ferocity until the man in the robe reached into his chest and pulled from his chest his heart. The heart he offered up to the boy as an offering. The boy took the heart in his hands and bit hard into the deep red and ripped and tore it to pieces in his mouth.

The boy now appeared to swell, pulsate slightly around the edges.

The last thing the last soldier saw were the turgid tendrils of an unspeakable creature tear him limb from limb.