Witch Trials Crimson Necrosis (Chapters 1-5)

By A. R Sarker

Imagine being torn from your home and your loved ones just because of an accusation, stripped of every freedom you once possessed. What if you were thought to be the cause to a deadly pandemic that laid the foundation for the anguish of millions? In this dystopian world, Adamis Katil is exiled from his home after being wrongfully accused of being a witch. As a result, he is banished to the wilderness left to dolor in his last days of life. But there is a single glimmer of hope; to travel to a land where his kind will be sheltered. Now, he must migrate to Liberatai City, the safe haven for the accused. But soon his discoveries on his journey will bring light to forbidden truths that he never expected. Discoveries of which he wished he had never encountered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. R Sarker
• Release date: Jan 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310824630

A. R Sarker

Just your average boy who procrastinates until the day after an assignment is due. Who is also able to BS a English paper with his eyes closed and who is possibly going to be in debt by the time he's out of college. Did I mention I love to write?I've just started to write in terms of writing a book. But I've always loved creating stories and characters since I was a kid. Now, I'm just able to put it into words.The books I write are going to take more then just reading the words to figure out the plot. You'll need to focus on the small details, you'll be surprised to what they reveal,because in my books if you want a story then read on, but if you want answers to the story then read between the lines.Please review my books, structured criticism is much appreciated!Follow for quotes - Instagram: a.r_sarker- Twitter: A_RSarker

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Witch Trials:

Crimson Necrosis

By: A.R Sarker

Chapter One: 3009786

I raced into my house with my back soaking in sweat. I broke the sound barrier as I darted to the table and flung my newly bought groceries onto it. Saber, my roommate, had noticed my panicked face and asked what was wrong. I completely ignored it and flew to the top of the stairs and slid underneath my bed, awaiting my impending fate. Those iconic sirens rang from the outside, and it was then I knew that these were my final moments of freedom. The policed rammed right into the front door with their unbreakable car. My puzzled roommate had not the slightest idea of what was going on. They tasered him down the minute he got up off of his comfortable couch. They tore the grocery bags apart, collecting everything within it. Then a smoke scream suffused through the entire house. What seemed to be an army of police stampeded through every inch of the house, not leaving a single square foot unchecked. From under the bed I could see the ebony boots that they wore, every furniture, table, and vase was turned upside down. It was only a matter of time that they found me. One of them dragged me from under the bed by my ankle. Repeatedly, they plunged their fist into my gut till I was roughly unconscious. At least four of them held me down like I was a rabid animal ready to be put down. They had on their distinctive police armor, adorned in a shiny metal. A helmet which had the eternal knot symbol on it. They wrenched my arm like it was some kind of toy, not caring if they had broken my bone or tore a muscle. The captain of the police took out some kind of machine that resembled a stamper. They stabbed it into my arm, I cried in agony as the torrid metal branded my skin with the numbers 3009786.

Freaking heretics! It’s your fault! It’s your fault so many people died! My friends, my family… my wife! The captain cried. I hope you burn in the deepest parts of hell with all your heretic buddies!

Promptly I was tugged by the roots of my hair all the way to their white, blue, and red designed Lincoln. I took steady deep breaths and took my last good look around my neighborhood. This was the last thing I witnessed before they knocked me out cold were the twirling blue sirens, mocking me as everything faded into blackness.

Let’s see, full name is Adamis Katil. Let me guess, you go by Adam? Hmm… your documents say your mother was from south Asia and your father was from here, occupation a... nurse. I’m assuming your mother wasn’t proud that you haven’t become a doctor yet? A maniacal voice said.

I gradually lift my eyelids as if it were hundreds of pounds heavier. My vision adjusts to the bright light, everything seemed hazy. Ropes were tightly wrapped around my ankles and wrist as I laid on top of a gurney. Slowly I was able to make out a pale man standing next to me. Black wavy hair slept on top of his head as it curled passed his ears. He wore a white lab coat, the symbol of an eternal knot imprinted on his chest pocket. He obnoxiously reads off a clipboard and then scratches words onto it with his black inked pen. A black curtain surrounded me so I was confused as to where I was. The symbol that was printed on his coat was also on the curtain. Multiple tubes carrying my blood traveled from my body to a mysterious machine.

It says here you have a sister, don’t worry about her she’s out there too! A sinister grin traveled from ear to ear. It felts as if his piercing amber eyes were impaling my soul. Even though I wanted to move my body it wasn’t compiling. Oh don’t try to talk or move, we tranquilized you. He paused and recollected his thoughts Hmm I feel kind of bad for you even though you’re a witch and a cute one at that. The computer screen behind him started flashing. My eyes jolted to the computer monitor as the man turned the screen. He was typing something, it was titled Witch Trials Profiles. I see, you’re one of those type of people. But you’re special. But we don’t require special people, we require ordinary people.

It listed the names of different people, including mine. A sequence of numbers followed each of the names. He shifted his body towards the table, letting out a faint giggle as he flicked a lengthy needle. That needle was injected into my right arm, everything white slowly turned black. My vision was deteriorating, consciousness slowly fading away every second. Instantly I arose, confused as to what’s actually happening. Was that a dream or was it reality, my head hurt just from thinking about it. Rays from the moonlight illuminated the pitch black welkin. The crescent moon bled red as it leaned onto the radiating stars, while it slept. Chilling howls shattered the tranquil silence. The frigid zephyr crept onto my spine, my bones shivered in terror. From then on I was alone to travel the foreign woods. For almost two days I didn’t talk to anyone or even to myself, I had no food, water, and barely any sleep. I began turning to my memories instead of reality. I couldn’t believe that I was going to die a dog’s death. But it was in the pool of misery that I noticed that there was a slim chance of survival. I reminisced to the time my older sister and I were searching things about the Witch Trials on the internet. It said that once exiled, the only other place for them to be accepted was to journey to Liberatai City. People that were accused of being a witch were allowed to dwell there but practicing magic was banned. Which was no problem for me since I wasn’t a real witch. I’ve never seen a true witch but from what I heard they were hideous, with warts popping from their green skin. Then again I saw that in a movie so I guess that didn’t count. I heard a voice, but I wasn’t sure if I was just hallucinating from the malnourishment.

Hello, is anyone there!? my voice echoed as it latched onto wind only to be greeted by whispers of an unfamiliar creature. The ground vibrated with sounds of a monstrous creature. A dark beast prowled in my direction hidden behind the towering trees. Countless amounts of legs extended from its body covered in dark hair. Its jaw separated revealing several rows of red teeth, one behind the other. Hunger manifested in its black spider like eyes. Every cell in my body told me to run, but fear had devoured my senses. After being dazed with terror for a few crucial seconds, I gathered my wits and darted the opposite direction. Though I didn’t dare to look back I knew it was trailing me because of its thunderous steps. One of its legs lacerated my left arm causing me to tumble to the floor. I thought all hope was lost and only a miracle could save me. A trap sprung from beneath the beast, wooden logs penetrated its abdomen. The surrounding trees drenched in gallons of the beasts’ blood. Its final roar deafened my ears. A sensation of relief circulated throughout my veins knowing that it was dead. A stranger leaped from a tree branch chuckling at me, I could barely tell what he was saying. Hey you, are you alright? Time slowed down as I collapse to my knees, all I could hear were the beats of my heart decreasing with every second.

The aching from my left arm awoke me from my slumber. I realized that I was in a beige tent wrapped in a brown blanket. The injury on my left arm had been encased in bandages. Several voices could be heard from outside of the tent. Power had yet to return to my knees, I forced myself to get up as I limped out of the tent. It felt as if I were walking on ground made of nails.

Oh you’re awake, come sit, eat! Do you feel better? her French like accent slipped past her tongue. A strawberry blonde hair girl extended her arms beneath my pits, taking the pressure off my knees. Tomatoes couldn’t compare to how red my face had become. It was apparent that she was from eastern Asia because of her soft features, and her almond shaped eyes. It was bright blue with specks of green and yellow circling the pupil. He eyes were very noticeable as it was surrounded by her tan complexion. I couldn’t believe this angelic being was assisting me. Her warmth reached into my soul, as I was seduced by her glance. People were scattered around sitting on wooden table, eating their breakfast. The crowds of men were eyeing me as if I had taken something from them. You must be hungry, no? Bring this poor man some food, he looks starved! I quickly gobbled up the food within seconds of them serving me, almost forgetting to breath. Then a young man sauntered to the girl’s side, brushing into her shoulder.

So this is Saral, he’s the one that saved you. She motioned her right hand towards the tall man with brown spikey hair next to her. His smile illuminated as his azure freckled eyes glittered with sun rays. Staring fixedly at my eyes, gesturing for a handshake

You’re welcome for saving your ass back there. His baritone pitch along with his Aussie accent made the sound of my voice sound girlish. His brows knitted into bumps as his mouth beamed.

Thanks, I-I wouldn’t have made it back there if you weren’t there.

I guess I was destined to help you, or maybe you’re just lucky

Maybe… oh I forgot to introduce myself my name is Adamis but I go by Adam!

Viola interrupts as she steps in front of Saral. Alright enough small talk, since you’re new around here Saral will show you around and tell you how things run around here.

Well I mean we live in a cave what’s more for there to see? Saral said as he rolled in head.

Shut it, you know what I mean. Now show him around and be nice! Viola commanded.

He turns around and squats down, I’ll piggy back you around, think of it as a taxi ride! Even though we had just met he treated me as if we were friends for several lifetimes. Since I was crippled I had no choice but to accept his offer. Embracing his wide back reminded me of my father. He always use to give me piggy back rides as a child, I use to think of it as a rollercoaster. Saral carries me into a cave with a dark pathway lit by faint flames. Drops of water splashed onto the ground, the noise echoed throughout the underground pathway. The calming melody of water splattering were soon overshadowed by my nettlesome wheezing.

You okay, it seems like you’re having trouble breathing. My hold on Sarals neck had tighten almost choking him. You’re giving me breathing problems too! A slight giggle pushed through.

I’m fine, I’m just a little claustrophobic that’s all.

Several voices could be heard from the end of the tunnel. The noises bounced off the dirty walls, it was as if it were coming from every direction. A ray of light lustered ahead, homes made of cracked wooden logs and dry rocks stretched for as far the eye can see. Who knew there was a mini town within these secluded mountain caves?

See all these people? Most of them were accused of being a witch, others were kicked out for breaking laws. All these people were helpless. We all had to combine our abilities to create this shelter. Viola was chosen as our leader because of her leader type nature.

But how do you get all these people food and water? I questioned.

That’s where people like you and me volunteer, we’re strong enough to provide for those who can’t. Think of it as a good deed.

We walked down rows of stairs leading into the village. There were shops and houses, everything a normal village would have. Logs were burned as a source of light. I couldn’t help notice the smiles on the town’s people’s faces.

How are these people so optimistic, what’s driving them? I mean look at them, what’s actually keeping them alive. I could feel vibrations from Sarals chest, his heart was racing. It seemed as though he had no answer. As we went deeper into the village, people were huddled around a large tent. Sprawled across the ground, the moans of torment were very distinct. Some had red spots all around their body while others were bathed in crimson. The ones coated in crimson had strange deformed features, almost devilish. Their nails were grown, teeth rotted black, coughing up blood. Some tried to speak but it was frightening just listening to their unusual tone. One specifically looked like something that crawled out of hell itself. Finally the rhythm of anguish was replaced by Sarals words.

Hope would be a cliché answer wouldn’t it, but that’s not what’s driving them. Maybe it’s that feeling in their gut that’s yearning for life, or maybe it’s the fear of death. He paused as if he were done talking. We could see a child running towards the strangest looking one, it was clear now that it was his mother. He didn’t care if he would get infected, he only cared for his mother. They know there’s no hope but even when life seems forlorn there’s always a reason to live.

Why not just end it? If I were them I would just kill myself. It seems that in this case… death is a bliss.

We shouldn’t commit suicide just because life isn’t in our favor, that’s selfish. Sometimes you need to live. Not for yourself, but for another." The child laid over his mother, weeping uncontrollably. Despite her fiendish features, the smile that arose onto her face was angelic. His tears met with hers as they embraced each other.

But what happens when that person dies, what’s left then? Two men dragged her away but the child refused to let go. Forcibly they ripped his hold from his mother. A man whispered to the boy saying that he’ll see her soon again. The boy’s tears ceased, believing in the man’s lies. Was he comforting him or insulting him? On one hand he was lying to him so that he may