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Old August 19th, 2003, 12:43 PM
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Books of Prophecy: The Council

Commentary (and advisory): These are the authentic texts that chronical the
beginning of our third age. They contain acts of violence that
characterized our second age, particularly under the reign of The Tyrant.
Novices and others not of age or of an appropriate disposition shall not
read these words. -- The Council of Masters

The planets are aligned, it's written in the stars.
It's time to solve the mystery of who you really are.
You're the alpha and omega. You've been sent to heal the world,
And you can't deny the power because your spirit must be heard.
Don't let smiling faces try fool you with their lies.
You can see they're jealous, just look into their eyes.
Don't be locked in bondage, don't be blinded by your fears.
The chains of insecurity are going to break right here.
Come -- Martha Wash

From the Journal of Lawrence Morgan, September 25

Mr. van Dyke, thank you for this project. I need to write this, to
sort out my feelings about what happened. No, what is happening.
It's not over yet. I don't know how I know, but I do know that.

I wonder how do you know if you have a destiny? I'm beginning to
think that maybe I have one, that there is something preordained for me to
do. In the past month I've begun to travel a path. Where that path
leads, I don't know. All I do know is that I must travel it to its
end. Maybe I am deluding myself, but maybe not.

I came to belive about my destiny as we read about Claudius in Wayne's
trailer. As we read, I felt them approach -- the two goons that the
Council sent. I felt their anger and I knew they were coming for me.
I didn't care. I was too enthralled by Claudius, about Julius. I
knew them. It was like a dream, but I could see the events in my mind
as clearly as if they were happening today. I felt Julius's death as
if it were my own, and I felt his need for vengence. I think I am the
instrument of that vengence.

When the goons imprisoned us, Mr. Rothman urged Frank to break us out.
He wanted Frank to take on Wayne's or the Council's goons and to let
us boys escape. Todd seemed a bit scared, but Ric was calming him.
No one seemed to notice me. No, maybe they did. I wasn't noticing
them. I sat down and closed my eyes. I thought about Julius, Wayne,
Frank and the rest. I thought about Joe and Ric. I felt the goons
carrying us and I sensed the Council and the others. They were
waiting.

In the care Frank had told me that I didn't have a choice. This
wasn't about wanting something, it was about what was and what will
be. As we got closer, I knew he was right. I guess this is what I
mean when I say that I have a destiny. But as I was sitting there,
concepts like destiny and karma were the furthest things from my mind.
Instead, all I felt was the anger, hatred, confusion and fear of the
others.

I opened my eyes. "Frank," I called. "Tell me about Wayne." It
wasn't a request.

Frank had been talking with Mr. Rothman, but he stopped. He looked at
me. I knew I wasn't smiling. I felt stern and I hoped he could sense
that. He walked over.

"What do you want to know?"

"Where did he come from? What type of leader was he?"

"Well, you have to understand that I was young when this happened. It
was a long time ago," Frank said thoughtfully, pulling up the old
memories from his mind. "Our leader was a man named Lucus. He would
gather us together once a decade in his village in the Italian Alps.
There, we would meet and discuss events. Things were different then.
We were more concerned with hiding from the vampires and staying
alive. Lucus wanted us to build an army of morphs and batteries. He
wanted to find the weakness in the vampires so we could attack and
defeat them once and for all. Lucus was about strategy, not strength.
Some would challenge him, but he was strong. Lucus was a big man,
hard rippling muscles covered with rough brown hair. He was easily as
strong as I am now. Anyway, Lucus always won."

Frank went on, "It was at one of these meeting that a new morph
appeared. He argued with Lucus, saying that Lucus's way was making us
weak. We needed to fight, to weed out those amoung us who were too
weak for the ultimate battle. He wanted us to be strong. He didn't
care about mind games, as he called Lucus's reliance on strategy. His
only strategy was that the strongest should survive. He challenged
Lucus. They fought."

Frank's expression changed, as if remembering this brawl with vivid
clarity. "As Lucus approached, the newcomer revealed his massive
physique. He was clearly bigger. They charged at each other,
smashing muscular bodies together with incredible force. No one had
ever stood up to Lucus's power, but this time the new man stayed
standing as Lucus was thrown backward, unable to overcome the the
young man's might. No matter how much power Lucus threw into the
fight, this new morph was uneffected. It only seemed to make him
bigger. His body seemed to grow in size as they fought. His muscles
rippled and absorbed every assault. Every time Lucus tried to gain an
advantage, the new morph pushed him back and made advances of his
own. Lucus's muscles grew and strained, pumping incredibly in a futile
effort to overcome the brute strength of his challenger. Lucus
suffered through brutal attack after attack, unable to overcome the
man's superior power. In the end, Lucus lay battered and beaten as
the victor stood over him gloating. I remember his last words to
Lucus, 'Don't you get it little man. I'm twice as strong as you.
You've never met anyone who could take your most powerful blows and
still fight you back. Your feeble attacks bore me. Now, feel my
power unleashed. I'm done holding back. Stength rules.' He threw a
massive punch into Lucus's skull, crushing it. No one could withstand
the power of such a punch. Lucus was dead, and Wayne was the new
ruler."

Frank's voice changed. "Wayne changed things. We'd no longer be
so dispursed. He demanded that we meet often, to fight each other.
There would be no respect each other. Instead, the only thing
important was strength and power. The stronger were to kill the
weaker. All challenges were to be to the death. Other things changed
too. Wayne watched us. Those who opposed his leadership were
challenged in fights and killed, or they vanished. He knew when new
morphs appeared. Some, like you, clearly had power. Others might try
to train these new ones, hoping they would take on Wayne, but either
Wayne beat them or they vanished before they could try."

Frank sighed. "Some of us knew Wayne was responsible for these
disappearances. We suspected he had made an alliance with the
vampires." Frank looked at the book. "The vampires know about the
prophecy, and they fear it. We suspected that Wayne made a deal with
them. They would help him preserve his power and he would make sure
the curse was never fulfilled. We suspected, but we never had proof."

"Until now," I said.

"Yes," Frank agreed.

"Wayne's people know we have the book. They want to kill us." I knew
this. I could sense it.

"Look, when we get there, I'll take care of them." Frank cracked his
knuckles. "Just get the book to Joe,"

"No," I said, but it seemed like it wasn't me talking.

Frank looked at me. "No?" It was not the answer he expected.

"This is my fight." I felt like an onlooker in my own body. I felt
something surge inside me, pushing away any fears and demanding
respect.

"Larry, look, you're just a kid."

I glared at Frank. "I've killed. When I did that, the child died in
me. This is my fight and you will support me."

Frank looked at me. He nodded. I think I saw a smile on his face as
he turned and went back to Mr. Rothman.

"Are you going to let him..." Mr Rothman started.

"Yes." Frank's voice let him know there was no arguing. It had been
decided.

I felt the goons put the trailer down. Actually, they dropped it. The
Council was outside. They were with other morphs and batteries. I
could sense them. Joe was with them too. I could sense it all
without even looking. "It's time," I said, getting up and walking to
the barred door. I turned and looked at everyone. Frank was behind
me, then Eric, Mr. Rothman and Todd. I put my hands on the door, felt
the power in my arms and chest, and I pushed. The steel bars holding
the door flew out as the one side of the trailer blew apart.

I looked around. We were back in the old warehouse, but it was no
longer a carnival. Instead, 10 hooded, robed figures stood, shielding
themselves from the debris flying from the trailer. Beyond them were
a crowd of men arranged in a semi-circle. They stood there, watching,
looking at me.

I jumped from the trailer toward the ten. "What is the meaning of
this?" I demanded, looking at them but addressing myself to the
audience.

"Silence!" The hooded man in the center came forward. "You do not
make demands of the Council. You are here to answer to us for your
crime."

"Crime?" I questioned. "As I understand it, I am your leader. I am
not a criminal."

"Wayne was our leader, and until this Council acts..."

"This Council has no more power!" shouted Frank.

The hooded men turned toward Frank. "Silence. We know of your part
in this criminal conspirarcy. You trained the usurper to kill our
leader. Take him!" ordered the hooded man.

Five huge, shirtless morphs came forward and surrounded Frank. Each
man was a wall of muscle, and must have weighed 500 pounds. Frank
punched at them, knocking one back but the other four descended on
him. Frank struggled, tried to throw them off. Two grabbed each of
his arms, pulling them back. Suddenly Frank pushed his arms together,
knocking the four off balance. They recovered quickly. Frank ripped
his shirt off, and assumed a defensive stance, his thickly muscled
body anticipating their next moves. They attacked again.

The attention of the crowd turned toward the fight with Frank. I was
watching it too, deciding whether to come to Frank's rescue. What I
didn't notice was the ten robed figures encircled me. That's when
Frank came to my rescue. He charged one of the men attacking him,
catching him by surprise. He picked the man up, holding him over his
head. He tossed the man towards me, hitting one of the hooded
figures. The man fell into another, the dagger in his hand stabbing
into his robed brother. The stabbed man screamed as he fell to the
ground convulsing.

"Cowards!" Frank yelled, still fighting with three remaining men.
"They seek to divert your attention with a trivial fight while they
use weapons. Wayne's law was 'Strength rules! Look!'

Two of the Council lunged toward me, poisoned blades glittering
through the darkness. I dodged one, grabbing the other's arm. I
twisted. Eventhough I could feel the substantial thickness of the
man's forearm, I cracked the bone like it was hollow, shoving the
blade into the man's side. He fell to the ground, convulsions marking
his death.

"It's true. They are using weapons!" shouted someone from the crowd.
"They have no honor!" shouted another. "They violate our law!"
shouted a third.

The council members seemed stunned. I felt one move behind me, but I
was too fast. I grabbed his arm with the knife. He struggled, but I
was too strong. I forced his hand up, showing the knife to the crowd.
I turned around making sure everyone could see as the other cloaked
figures stood and watched, afraid to move, afraid what the crowd would
do to them now that they had been exposed.

"The Council calls me a criminal," I shouted to the audience, "but it
is they who violate the law." I raised up the man that I held with my
one hand, his feet dangling from the floor. With my other, I grabbed
his neck. I felt his muscles tense as I dug my fingers into his
flesh. He struggled, but I felt his windpipe snap in my grip. His
face turned blue.

A spray of blood came from Frank's direction as Frank got one of his
assailants in a bear hug, crushing the man's ribcage with his powerful
arms. Another now lay on the ground, his legs broken. Frank threw
the bloody body on top of the crippled man and jumped toward the
remaining attacker.

"Wayne is dead," I continued, "and his Council challenges my
leadership. I now challenge his Council, but by Wayne's law. A test
of strength and muscle! Fight me as a man and I shall prove my
leadership." I tossed the corpse from my hands, and he lay at the
feet of the remaining Council members.

"Strength rules!" shouted someone from the crowd. Then again. It
became a chant as the robed figures stood confused. Finally, their
leader dropped his dagger and the others followed. He removed his
robes. The man was massive, with moutainous traps, melon-sized delts,
and round pecs tapering to a thin, ripped waist. The man's lats pushed
his thickly muscled vascular arms from his sides. He wore trunks that
were stretched tight by his muscular glutes and tree-thick thighs.
"We accept!" he shouted.

The other six Council members disrobed. Like the first, they were
muscular men. Several were covered in thick hair that failed to mask
their dense, ripped bodies. Others where not hirsute, either having
shaved or were simply hairless. All looked no older than 30, but I
knew that they were older than that. They had survived many
challenges and had proven their ruthlessness to the satisfaction of
their leader. I understood the sadistic character of this Council,
and knew that I had to destroy them completely. There would be no
survivors.

I tore the clothes from my body and stared at the remaining seven. I
felt their strength, taking it into my body. I raised my arms
parallel to the ground, moved my forarms toward my body til they
couldn't move further -- blocked by my growing bicep. I flexed,
flaring my lats, my pecs pushing into my chin. I tensed my abs,
feeling my midsection tighten into granite hardness. I flexed my legs
into rivers of muscles. My calves ripped into diamond hardness. The
men were big, but I was stronger than any of them. I roared with
power, causing several in the audience to jump backwards.

I put my hands to my sides as they charged me. I let them get close,
punching me with their feeble strength. With a sudden jerk, I raised
my arms. The three nearest my mighty limbs went flying. I grabbed
another's head, lifted him and began to turn in a circle. His body
became a battering ram, hitting the others as I slowly crushed his
skull. Like a discus thrower, I tossed his body to the side and dove
toward another.

He tried to attack, his punches unable to even dent my muscular armor.
I punched his midsection. Even though he had flexed, my fist
shattered his muscle and several internal organs. He threw up blood
as he fell to the ground, clutching his broken abs. Bile and blood
oozed from his ass as his life force whithered.

The remaining five circled, trying to coordinate their attack. I
noticed Frank standing to the side, having vanquished his attackers.
He was smiling, an impatient look on his face like he was taunting,
'what's taking you so long?' Through the crowd Joe came forward,
joining Frank.

The Council attacked. Two jumped towards me, feet first. One was
aiming for my back, the other for my stomach. I flexed. 1000 pounds
of muscle crashed into either side of me. They felt like bugs. My
body that had defeated Wayne had the strength of tens of men, perhaps
thousands. These parasites were barely worth my time. Unphased by
their attack, I picked them up and pushed their heads together,
squashing them like melons. I have to admit, I felt like I was in a
rut. Squashing skulls was efficient, and Frank was waiting, but I
needed to add to my fighting skills.

I approached the remaining three. With a sudden punches, I knocked two
down. I grabbed the other in a bearhug. I squeezed, feeling his ribs
crack and pop. How had Frank done it? Duh -- without mercy of
course. The man was flexing, but his muscles were soft compared to
the strong hardness of mine. He gasped as I felt lungs burst and his
heart implode. The fight went out of him. I tossed his limp body to
the ground.

One of the remaining two had recovered, but barely. With incredible
speed, I punched at his body. Blow of after blow drove him back. His
skin turned red as another blow hit the same spot, welts and bruises
having no time to form. Bones and organs shattered as the man was
unable to defend himself from my rapid-fire attack. Within seconds,
tens of punches had rendered him close to death. He fell to his
knees. As he kneeled before me, I grabbed his head and twisted,
snapping his neck.

The final man lay on the ground, still not recovered from my punch.
With my foot, a flipped him over and stared. I put one foot on his
chest. With a swift kick, I rammed my other foot into his head as if
it were a football. His head flew through the air, torn from his body
that shuddered under my foot. They were all dead.

I stepped forward, looking toward the crowd. I struck a crab pose and
roared. None of the Council had even been able to hurt me. My body
was huge, muscular and powerful. I knew that, and now they knew it
too. "Does anyone else challenge me!" I screamed. I knew no one
would. "Then from this day forth, let a new age begin! No longer
does Wayne and his Council Rule. I, Larry Morgan am your leader." I
signalled to Frank. He, Joe, and Ric came forward. I nodded for
Todd to join them. "These men shall be my Council. We shall try to
lead you wisely, but know this. No longer does strength rule for the
sake of strength. There shall be honor too. Meet back here in one
month and we, as a parliament, shall begin to decide our fate and our
future!"

I heard mutterings from the crowd. Someone shouted their approval,
but most needed time to understand the changes I was intent on
bringing. My friends came forward, patting me on the back, telling me
they knew I could do it. They knew I had it in me. Now, I knew it
too.

There is something I didn't tell them, though. Not yet. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw several shadowing figures leave. They skulked
out, unnoticed by most. I saw the face of only one, but I knew him.
It was Claudius. I recognized him from my dream. I knew that today's
battle was only the beginning of a larger war that I had to fight.
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Very good i now have to wait for each chapter desperatly, but they could use a little more sex like if he went out of controll and raped frank(though of course he would like it) after a fight.
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Old August 19th, 2003, 06:32 PM
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unfortunately, I will be out of town for a few days, so no new chapter until next week.

as for sex, there is a real possibility of something in the next chapter

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YAAAY
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