"He's cheating!"

"Am not!"

"Are too, cheater!!I'm telling mom!"

"If both of you don't quit that and get on this transport then I'll tan both your hides!"


Children,thier minds such fertile playgrounds of Innocence. A rich centre of divulgance were one could let loose and run wild with dreams of what is and what could be. Such places are the stomping ground of grand tales of adventure, stories of Princes and Princesses, Kings and Queens, a place where encounters with aliens from a far off land and space battles were commonplace. With the light came the dark, with the dreams, there came nightmares. Unspeakable horrors and terrible spectres that danced rivers of pain and sweat across the vast expance of the mind.

Children, thier minds such fertile breeding grounds of passion, hate and jealousy.

Children, thier minds such a primal mesh of emotion and impulse.




Playtime!

"Gimme my ball!" cried the boy to his sister. "I want my ball!"


"You want your ball?

Then go get it!" Yelled the sister, throwing the ball to the other side of the cabin.

The round, green ball bounced happily across the deck and down the stairs to the next cabin, with the little boy firmly in pursuit.


Rolling of the steps, the ball came to rest at the feet of Kronus who was sitting squated down on the floor.

Gazing down, he took a firm grasp of the ball, and held it up in front of his face.


"Ugh Mr?" asked the boy, "Can I have my ball back, mr, sir?"


"Sure Kid, go and play." Murmered Kronus, tossing the ball back to the boy, who ran off towards the other cabin.

Kronus picked himself up and stretched out, letting out a loud crack from his bones.

"Ugh heh heh, time to play children, time to play."

As the computer's of the spaceport guided the frieghter down onto the docking port on Kathin IV, the sunlight sky cast a blood red wash down onto the settlement.

The ship began to groan out loud, as though contorting from within. It's metal exterior, shuddering and moaning.

A technical engineer released a panel on the side of the ship, letting the cargo doors open. However, the waiting crew were engulfed by a sea of blood and matter, spewing from the innards of the vessel out onto the port floor, followed by a mass of organs and bodies, rotten and fat.

They all freaked and ran, most soiling themselves on the way, and from the belly of the vessel a cry came, a high pitched wine filled the air, like that of a child.


Kronus lay, clothes soaked Red from blood, huddled in a corner.


"Make the bad things go away, make them leave. Ugh waaaaaa!!! I want my mommy!!!!"

The blood soaked Kronus, meandered through the streets of Kathinor Province, his feet winding down the roads, his steps unsafe and uncertain, although the force showed him the way.

He had replaced his goggles to cover the scars where his eyes once were, shielding them from the scrutiny of the onlooking public.

Thier eyes, so full of fear and mistrust. The negative emotions that surrounded him, gave his legs the power to walk, and his heart the power to beat. He fed off thier fears. Each terrified mind, a banquet of primal emotions.

Soon he was in the centre of a small market. Shoppers and shopkeepers huddled behind stalls, hiding from the red demon-like man sauntering through the streets.


These people weren't such gem's either.

Kronus looked at the various array of beings around him, and in his mind he selected one.

A shopkeeper, a man, in his mid thirties who's soul was no clean slate. Not by a long shot.


He had cheated on his wife, three times, twice with his next door neighbour, and the third time," Kronus laughed out loud. "her husband."

The man quivered in fear, hearing every deep thought from Kronus' mind.

He dropped to his knees, pleading with Kronus to stop, while he simply stood and laughed.

Go on, do it, take the ice pick there on the table. Smash your face with it. You know you're worthless scum, I know it, and everyone else here knows it. You aren't worthy enough to live. End it all now while you still can.

The shopkeeper turned to his table, and picked up the ice pick, and in one swing, embedded it into his own skull.