Magicka Apocalyptica
By Matt Deckman
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The world is in a state of post apocalyptic despaire, having been ravaged first by a poison, then by man kind's foolish attempts at elimination of it- including nuclear warheads. All that is left behind is a world struggling to rebuild itself, isolated patches of people left in total anarchy, surviving day to day by scraps of food, water, clothing and anything salvageable from the ruins of the past.
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Magicka Apocalyptica - Matt Deckman
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Part 1
Chapter 1
The wind whipped the sand across the open desert like it was a play thing, only yielding to the rock formations and plateaus speckled throughout the massive wasteland, of what used to be Ifraca and Arousia. Looking up from the ever gusting waste land, the sky wasn’t the blue that it once was, but now a sickly green shade. It was the poison in the air, one that had mutated from being transmitted from liquid only, to now liquid and air, requiring everyone on the planet to drink filtered water and breathe through a mask or inside a magic barrier whenever they were outside.
It all stemmed from a so called misguided Necromancer that sought to end the wars and destruction by eradicating those that were too ignorant to know better, or at least that was the story told. Those that were left; the older folk kept sharing stories of how life used to be before the waste land before them; only without proof, they became folk lore. Everyone else had been born into it.
And it wasn’t from lack of trying that kept the world the way it was, the poison had proven too complex for those living to understand. It seemed as though all those who were highly educated, were killed off with everything else that the poison infected.
With a tired, heavy sigh, Cole looked around at the ever changing landscape again, feeling the breeze against his marauding suit, drawing another breath in through his air filtration mask helmet. Guess it’s high time I get going,
his voice sounded muffled through the mask, standing to his full height of 5’ 5". He was rather short for a guy, as well as being of a small build, but he was deceptively strong, toned and had muscle strength in the places that counted.
Cole carefully made his way down off the plateau he had been sitting on-top of, following a carved pathway of rock to a ‘town-center’ that was nothing more than maybe a dozen buildings made in a circle with their entrances facing the, with segments of makeshift walls at the outer ring, between each structure to protect the residents from the gusts of wind and whipped sand>. It was over-sighted by a large metal and fine mesh canopy that provided some shade and comfort from the harsh sun shining overhead.
He saw that the center of the town was rather busy despite the howling wind outside the barriers that were in place. Going over to the food vendors of which were protected by a magic barrier- powered by select known people with magical abilities, the vendors were forced to grow their produce either underground or in a makeshift greenhouse, he browsed for something to eat for the day, preferably a finger food.
Grabbing what he hoped to be a chicken leg, as he had seen some earlier that morning, he placed down a few coins to cover the expense before removing his mask and taking a bite. Glad it’s actual chicken,
he said between chews.
Good morning Cole, I see you’re up and awake today,
a woman dressed in leather and cloth approached, breathing mask in place, muffling her voice. He glanced at her, with most of her face obscured by the mask, but he knew who it was; brown hair with grey and silver mixed in, star tattoos around her left eye, Angela… you know I rise early each morning, just procrastinate getting out of bed…sometimes…
Yes I know…
she giggled, dog or cat? Or is it actual chicken?
Actual chicken,
he finished the drum, finally having something hot in his belly. He watched as Angela removed her own mask, paying for her own food as he finished his.
Both were surprised as two massive arms belonging to the same body came down upon their shoulders, Don’t stare at her too long Cole, Angy here may think you like her or something,
the man teased.
Angela nearly choked on her food at the comment while moving out of the man’s reach, yeah, we’re only friends and anything more won’t happen…for reasons.
Cole felt a pang of hurt at that as he shrugged the man’s arm off his shoulder, whatever Darth, it’s not like that anyways.
Good. Then more opportunity for me to try and win her,
he chuckled at his own joke.
Cole raised a brow, wow, such a big word coming from a such a big man with such a tiny brain…
Darth narrowed his eyes, don’t be a smartass you little dick. Speaking of dick; big body means big dick. And you’re short as shit pal.
Don’t you mean ‘win my pants’ Darth?
Angela questioned. Sorry to burst your bubble, but not interested in you either, so go get a stiff with Lana at the helm. I heard from her that you still need a bit of practice for how to work a woman down there.
Cole snorted. Darth glared at Angela for a second before softening his features, give it time Angela, and you’ll be begging to ride me.
He stood up, taking a chicken drum, tossing a coin at the vender as he walked away, stuffing his face.
God damn, what an insensitive douchebag…
Cole shook his head.
Eh,
Angela shrugged, he’s a got a brain the size of a pea so let him be. He only has pussy on the brain.
Cole chuckled as Angela stepped to walk away, remembering what he saw earlier, if you go to or have work outside the wall today, wear a poncho. The wings have been kicking up the last few hours,
he warned.
Angela stopped, scratching her head, shit. Mine’s got a rip in it…
she sighed, guess I’ll have to fix it first…
She put her mask back on and left the protective barrier, heading towards the outer ring of the settlement- which was considered the ‘residential’ area.
She must not have planned on using it… he thought, feeling bad about having thrown a kink in her plans. Sorry!
he called, her waving it away.
As he was alone once again, Cole left the protective barrier, slipping his mask back on, heading to his own place to swap out his mask for the magic powered one he had- it went with his suit more so than the one he had on.
After Cole equipped himself with his magic powered mask and a bag with a particularly fun toy, he climbed the plateau once more. Opening the bag, it revealed a fold up glider which he attached to his back. He grabbed the wing hand holes before jumping off the ledge. Magic flowed out, filling the wings, providing liftoff and letting him soar into the sky. He wanted as much altitude as quickly as possible, climbing above the sand portion of the dust storm.
The magically powered electronics in his helmet lit up, showing him his altitude, speed and direction- one of the many features he managed to repair through salvaging of parts. If Darth knew that I had magic. He’d surely kill me then…not that he hasn’t ‘tried’ before,
Cole remembered back to the several times that Darth ‘accidently’ shot in the same direction as Cole, sometimes coming within inches.
The normally dull grey suit shifted colors, the front torso area turning a dull green, the shoulder pads, thigh pads as well as parts of the feet and gloves, turning a dark grey. While it still looked old and beat up, the colors were what mattered the most- giving him a camouflage during his raids of ruins and of bandit caravans; even if it could shift completely to a hot neon pink color.
Looking down at the last set of ruins he frequented, which were around 30 miles away, he could see with a magic spell he designed, that there were still pickings to be had; a custom thermal spell picking up electrically generated heat signatures. Nice!
he muttered to himself before swopping down like a buzzard on prey.
Glancing around, he found no other heart beats at his current altitude. As he came close to the highest building in the ruins, he saw several bodies, ah crap…
he switched back to his thermal spell, finding they were dead bodies. Still doesn’t bode well for me,
he touched down, taking a few steps to slow to a stop. Tucking the wings back together, he took out a holstered pistol from the bag, strapping it to his thigh before pulling the gun, filling the diode inside with magic.
The diode was what allowed Cole to use the gun with magic- it was the storage device for the magic before he squeezed the trigger, firing a cylinder of magic- a ‘bolt’ at the target. He had worked the gun, mechanically speaking, to fire the bolt at the target at the highest velocity possible.
Cole had discovered that the ‘diode’ was common through all magically powered devices- his suit had several, along with various other magical tools that he had encountered- and that diodes could in-fact go bad. He figured they were from an age of tech long passed.
He made his way to the roof door, keeping his thermal spell on, paired with sensing for heartbeats. As he opened it, he found no one and made his way inside, closing the door. He only had a short way to down the stairs before finding a room. Thankfully no one was in there, but it looked to be pillaged already.
Eck,
came a magically distorted voice from Cole’s helmet. As he made his way across the room, he found various boxes with large mismatched parts, along with piles of them on the floor. Sorting through what he saw, it appeared that they were parts that others hadn’t known what to do with.
Pulling a short cylinder from one of the piles, a diode…
he muttered, stuffing it in his bag, only to pull a list from it- a list of parts that people back at the town needed. Sensing for other parts like the one he pictured in his mind’s eye, the helmet scanned the room through a magical connection, finding another part which he dropped into the bag, scratching it off the list.
Cole continued throughout the room before moving onwards, down the hall and down another flight of stairs. He countered another half dozen rooms, picking through the strewn about parts, finding that his bag was starting to fill and reach what he considered the weight limit for the glider.
As he poked through another pile of parts, he heard voices and ducked out of sight quickly. He used thermals, heart beat and a night vision spell he devised, so that he’d have absolute advantage over whomever it was. The moment the individual turned the corner, he was very much surprised.
Darth was there, leading several men through the room. Boss, we’ve already been over this room, it’s picked clean,
one of what Cole now assumed was Darth’s men, of whom he had three of, two with rather full sacks of stuff.
Darth spun on his heel, leaning over to get into the man’s face, sneering, I don’t give two shits if you think you picked it clean! There’s still shit in this room which means you likely missed something! Remember, I don’t want that little pack rat weasel Cole getting his grimy little hands on something that’s actually valuable. So search some more!
Cole couldn’t help but raise a brow, keeping perfectly still as not to alert them to his presence there.
Why are you so worried about Cole getting something valuable? He keeps things to himself unless someone asks him to go find a part.
And that’s the general fucking problem! He eventually does find the part that someone is looking for! I can’t have that! If he finds the part before I do, he gets favor. The more favor he gets, the more useful he becomes, which means I eventually have to find a new place to live! I’m not doing that again.
Again? Cole thought Why again? Were you kicked out of your previous domain? Would explain a lot actually- you are quite the asshole…
Now get searching!
Darth ordered, the three men dispersing around the room, looking for anything that might be of value. Cole could see that he and Darth were the only ones armed- Darth with a blade of some sort, he with a gun. And none of them knew it was him under the helmet and suit- even if they recognized the suit, it would be different colors.
Sliding the gun back into the holster, Cole stood up and walked for the door going up to the roof. He accidently attracted the attention of one of the men. Uh boss…?
What?!
Darth snapped, turning to see what his goon was looking at, following their gaze until he saw the short individual in the suit walking to the roof. Well I’ll be damned! Stop right there! Hand over anything of value and I’ll let you go with your life intact!
Darth threatened, pulling his long blade out, it’s razor’s edge glinting.
Cole stopped and turned to look at Darth, watching the threat. He thought for a moment, using magic to distort his voice as it left his helmet, I think not. Re-sheath the sword and we all go home without issue.
Darth didn’t take kindly to this rebuttal. I don’t think you understand the situation, I’ve got a blade and you’ve got nothing! I can skin that suit right off your ass and drive it into your skull in seconds…
Darth gave a deviously evil smile. To Darth, Cole was just a short man in a suit, helmet obscuring the face. Cole turned and pulled his pistol from the holster, an orange glow emitting from the barrel’s end.
Short sword, meet magic pistol.
Darth lost the fierceness in his eyes as he realized that with four quick shots the man would be able to either injure or kill them all before he could close the distance and slash the short man’s throat- assuming the blade’s edge cut through the suit.
Fine. Have it your way. Just drop your bag,
he tried to bluff something out of the suited man.
Not that bright, are you,
he fired a warning shot off at a corner before centering it on Darth’s chest.
Dammit…
Darth put his blade away, the bluff failing.
Smart move.
The man in the suit lowered the pistol before turning away, heading up the stairs, disappearing to the roof. Darth sneered at his men, get back to work!
As Cole made it to the rooftop, he looked around, stopping his spells and finding that the wind had died down a bit. Time to go home and get these parts to their new owners.
Checking and fastening his bag to his chest, Cole unfolded the wings and energized them with magic, only to jump off the roof and sail into the air, soaring upwards to get above what would otherwise have been the sand cloud.
Touching down upon the plateau that he used to launch himself, Cole immediately folded the wings and swapped out his mask, changing the color of his suit to entirely flat grey before climbing back down and heading for town. Upon entering the town-center, he pulled the first part from his bag, giving it to whom had requested it, getting a few coins and thanks in return.
With some luck, he was able to sell a few more items from his bag before leaving to go home; of which was carved into the plateau he had launched and landed on. He knew it was a risky thing, to live where he sometimes flaunted his magic for the world to see, but having half of his home made from rock, it helped protect him from the harsh rays of the sun and devastating effects of the sand storms.
Stepping up to his ‘front door’, he pushed a small thumb lever that released the mechanical lock letting him slide open the door. The moment he was inside with the door locked, the cleansing chamber activated, blasting him with a mixture of gases, eradicating the poison. The gauges on the wall indicated the gas levels and whether or not he was clear of the poison. When the green light flashed and went solid, he was good.
Opening the second door and stepping into his home, closing and locking it, he breathed a sigh of relief and started undressing himself to his briefs, going about his day, which was going to be filled with getting the diodes and other things to work.
* * * * *
Cole was shook from his sleep by a knock at his door, which progressed into a banging. Hold your horses…
he groaned, pushing himself up, staggering to the door, finding Darth in the cleansing chamber, wanting to come in. He opened it, What do you want Darth?
Darth raised a brow at Cole in only his skivvies, the hell man, answering your door in your skivvies? What the hell were you doing? You know what, never-mind, don’t what to know what you were doing with that nub…
Cole gave Darth a bored stare, there’s no correlation between body size and dick size Darth. Or was that your objective; catch me off guard and insult me?
No, you idiot…I encountered a magic user while in the ruins 30 miles east of here. Bastard was short like you, but was well versed in using it- had a magic powered pistol. Someone stated they saw a person fly up and down around your place. You hear or see anything?
Darth eyed Cole’s small stature.
No Darth, I have not. Been asleep for a while- ever since I came back from searching those ruins.
Funny, I didn’t see you there,
Darth folded his arms.
Cole shrugged, I didn’t see you either.
It was a bold faced lie, which Darth seemed to believe well enough.
Ok, whatever. Get back to jerking off in your sleep,
Darth stepped away, going to return to wherever. Cole shut the door, locking it, asshole.
That night, Cole left his home, making his way up to the plateau once more, noticing a bon fire in the town center square. An idea came to him after he finished his raid on the ruins, making a smile spread across his face. Without further-adieu, he unfolded his wings and leapt off, soaring once more into the sky towards the ruins.
It took him very little time to get there, as it had that morning. Once there, he followed the same route and went down further finding more ‘goodies’, collecting them before finding himself at a door with ‘Storage’ stenciled above it. He found it locked, forcing him to use his pistol to blow out the lock. The moment his eyes laid upon the fruits of the effort, a smile spread across his face again. Excellent.
* * * * *
Angela had been enjoying the festivities that night, but felt herself getting tired. She wanted to enjoy the warmth of the fire for a bit longer, but didn’t want to be around the people and had moved to where she could still feel it but had to keep her mask on.
Pulling her hood up to help keep warm, Darth came over and slung his arm around Angela, help ya warm up? Though I can do a whole lot more at my place.
Pushing his arm off her, knock it off Darth, I’m not sleeping with you, and second, ew.
Angela stated.
So what, you’re gonna sleep with someone else here? You won’t find a better built man in this town,
Darth smirked at his words.
It’s not all about size Darth. Even if you were and weren’t the biggest dick here, I wouldn’t sleep you. It’s more of what a guy can do with it than anything else- because size isn’t everything.
Darth snorted into laughter, keep thinking that sweet cheeks. Lana seems to think I’m good.
Lana is also a whore who will sleep with anything that moves. My standards are a bit higher.
Maybe you should consider lowering them…
Darth wiggled his brown, tracing a line on Angela’s body that made her uncomfortable, going from her shoulder to her hips, and just get your fuck on.
Ugh, you disgust me,
she stepped away, no, you do more than disgust me. You’re too much of an asshole for anyone to even really take you seriously. Probably why Cole or anyone with a set of balls isn’t threatened by you; you favor braun over brain and are too stupid to know the difference.
Darth’s eyes narrowed. I do know the difference, I just keep quiet…
Angela,
spoke Axel, a mercenary who roamed between villages and towns, Darth giving you trouble?
Yeah,
Angela nodded, stepping away from Darth even more as Darth responded with a, No, fuck off Axel.
They both glared at each other.
Darth, leave Angela alone,
Axel stated.
And what are you going to do if I don’t, small man?
Darth stood up straight, pulling his blade, you gonna fight me?
No,
Axel pulled his pistol, I’ll give you a few extra breathing holes while eliminating two assholes from the village. Now leave before you do something stupid.
Darth growled ready to fight when he heard the same voice as before, only louder.
Hey big guy, leave the woman and the merc alone, unless you want more trouble than you can handle.
Those around Darth turned to see a small man in a partially green suit. Darth could see that it was the same man from before.
You!
he sneered, pointing his blade at the man, you made a fool of me before and now you’re doing it again!
He sneered at the suited man, you stand just like a guy named Cole! Take that helmet off!
First, you make yourself look like a fool pretty well on your own. Second,
the suited man opened his bag, pulling out what looked to be a tin container, I have a few things that I heard people here needed. This is for a pretty woman named ‘Angela’. You know her?
he looked at Angela, who nodded, yeah, that’s me.
He handed her the tin container.
She opened it, finding the poncho, Thanks…but how did you know?
Yes, how did you know she needs a new poncho? The only person she told was Cole. Are you him? Someone go get Cole!
Darth demanded, insistent on proving it was Cole behind the mask. Behind the helmet visor, Cole raised a brow, letting the person go and ‘get’ him.
In the meantime, the suited man –Cole- pulled other things from his bag and put them on the ground for all to see, as Darth had done a good job at attracting attention- but then again, his suit was also green. When the person came back, Cole isn’t here…
So you’re Cole then!
Really?
the suited man stood straight up, is this Cole guy have magic?
This confused Darth, no, the little prick doesn’t. Why?
Earlier in the ruins was coming back Dammit!
Because I am,
the suited man took his pistol and concentrated magic in its diode, an orange glow coming from the barrel’s end.
The other reason I know I’m not this Cole guy is because I ran into a Cole character in the ruins not far from here. He spotted the poncho containers I was gathering and said that an ‘Angela’,
he pointed to her, needed a new one. So I said I’d deliver one for a few coins. He paid up front and now she has a new poncho.
And once again, it seems you’ve made yourself into a fool,
the suited man said before closing his bag. I’ve interrupted your bon fire long enough. Goodnight. Enjoy the loot.
He went to walk away, only for Angela to call out, who are you?
He stopped and looked back to Angela, pausing. You can call me the Marauder if you like.
He calmly walked away into the darkness, suit shifting to flat black.
Darth growled before going to Cole’s place, barreling through the carved rock, charging up the metal grates that Cole used as stairs, banging on his door, Open up Cole!
Cole walked up through the shadows in his grey suit, no gun or holster on his hip, his regular breathing mask on. He looked up to see Darth banging on his front door, Darth?! What the hell?
he called.
Darth looked down at Cole, finding the short man there with a bag over his shoulders. You!
he raced down and took the bag from Cole, dumping its contents out, finding only what people would consider junk. Throwing the bag down in frustration, giving a growl.
Gee thanks. Such an asshole you are…
Cole leaned down, cleaning up the mess Darth made of his stuff. A hand came down, grabbing his collar, hoisting him up off his feet. Where the fuck were you?!
Darth shook him.
Out at the ruins you idiot! What’s gotten into you?!
Cole took hold of Darth’s arm, trying not to choke.
In a growl of frustration, Darth threw Cole, him landing with a thud on the ground. Darth walked off in a huff, furious at the situation. Are they trying to make a fool of me?! Darth thought. It didn’t add up, but the different colors on that suit- it had the same designs. Maybe they just have the same suit- the Marauder can change his, Cole can’t…magically powered? Heh, maybe Cole doesn’t know his suit can do that. He laughed to himself, knowing something that Cole didn’t.
Damn he has anger issues.
Cole rolled over, picking himself up and cleaning up the mess once more, eventually making his way into his home.
* * * * *
Angela and everyone else had watched Darth make a fool of himself with the suited man that called himself the ‘Marauder’.
He was an interesting fellow,
Axel stood next to Angela, you doing ok now?
Yeah,
she nodded, still feeling a bit icky from Darth’s highly unwanted advancements, "Darth just doesn’t get it…I don’t want him, I don’t like him. He’s too much of an asshole for practically