Breachers

(OsiriumWrites) Breachers –II– Nexus Event - Chapter 0 (Prologue)

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Prologue

A police cruiser screeched to a stop outside the dimly lit bar before two officers quickly got out, one of them still radioing in that they had arrived on scene. They exchanged a silent glance when they looked around, hearing the words ‘I’m your boogie man... I’m your boogie man...’ repeating over and over again from within the bar. Broken glass covered the pavement, and the flickering neon lights was casting an eerie glow through the shattered windows that night. Their footsteps echoed on the empty street as they surveyed the chaos. Spotting an unconscious man dangling through a broken window frame, they exchanged concerned looks. When they noticed symmetrical green Marks on the man’s neck and face, they immediately drew their pistols, with one of them speaking in hushed tones, “Someone took down a Forged?”

They froze in that moment, listening for signs of disturbance, but only picking up faint groans and moans that echoed from within the bar along with the repeating part of the song; I’m your boogie man by KC and the Sunshine Band. The latter part added a surreal layer to the scene, like a haunting soundtrack to whatever had happened here this night. Gripping their pistols tightly, they cautiously entered the bar, their senses on high alert.

The sight that greeted them was one straight out of a nightmare. Bodies lay scattered across the floor, some unconscious, others twisted in agony, holding broken arms. One man lay sprawled across the bar, a knife lodged through his hand, keeping him pinned to the counter. Another appeared to have been thrown headfirst through the jukebox, having broken the machine and caused the song to be stuck in a continuous loop like a broken record. The officers felt a chill creeping down their backs as they noticed the distinct neat Marks on several of the wounded individuals, indicating they were Forged individuals, possibly even Breachers. “What the hell happened here?” one of the officers muttered, his voice strained with tension as he grasped the severity of the situation.

His partner just stood there, eyes fixed on the injured individuals and the state of the bar, fingers poised over his radio to report the situation. “The hell if I know. I think... I think we need backup... and paramedics. And why do most of them have broken—” Both police officers quickly spun around, guns raised, when they heard movement, their training kicking in. “Police, come out!” one of them shouted as they approached cautiously. Relief flooded through them when they peered over the bar and saw a young bartender cowering on the ground, clutching a phone with trembling hands.

“It’s gone...” the bartender whispered, eyes wide with shock, his voice barely audible over the repeating music.

The officer’s expression twisted in confusion as he drew nearer, gently laying a hand on the frightened young man while assessing the man’s condition. “Are you injured?”

The bartender shook his head, clutching the phone tightly. “No... I’m fine... only the Breachers got messed up,” he said, his voice still shaky. “That thing came into the bar... and chose that song... that awful song.” A lot of questions flooded the officer’s mind, but before he could voice them, the bartender’s hand clutched his arm. “The Breachers... they provoked it... afterwards that thing tore through them… it didn’t even react when it got stabbed and shot,” the young man recounted, his voice trembling as he recalled what had happened. “It didn’t even acknowledge me afterwards... it just took their gear and left.”

The other officer stepped in closer, slowly lowering his gun. “You’re saying one person did all this? Took down a group of Breachers?”

The bartender shook his head, murmuring quietly, “No.” He then slowly showed them his phone and the recording he had made. “Not a person... a monster.”

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