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Rise Of The Immaterial Man Stabbed In The Back... Literally
To put it simply… pretty much everything I had ever wanted to do with my life had already happened, and I was only 21 years old. Own a new Fortune 500 tech start-up? Check. Hot women literally throwing themselves at my feet for a moment of my time? Check again. A badass apartment in Battersea Power Station with a whole sub-basement level for a ton of top-of-the-range cars? You better believe that’s three checks in a row. The name’s Richard Parker, but most people just call me Parker these days, and I’m the proud CEO and founder of PK Industries, the hottest new tech start-up on the block, producing some of the best and most technologically advanced phones the world has ever seen. Sure, Apple and Samsung used to lead the way in cell phone design and manufacturing, but the market was stale and old, and when I cracked Augmented Reality holo-displays? Well, it was all over. We weren’t topping out their market value’s just yet, but with phones flying off the shelves in every single p
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Final Breaths
I lay there on the ground, my last breaths rattling around loosely in my chest like the dying gasp of a rusty car. I didn’t want to die. The thought burned in me so strongly that it was the only thing I could think about. It was such a strong notion that I wasn’t even feeling the pain of the blade wedged between my shoulder and my spine anymore. In fact, I was pretty sure that thinking about not dying was the only reason that I hadn’t died yet. I was focused on survival and survival only, and if that meant thinking about how much I didn’t want to die then I would lie there unable to move and think about not dying even harder.Maybe if I thought about it for long enough someone would stumble across my bloodstained body and call an ambulance. I could hold on for that long, I was sure of it. A noise distracted me from my thoughts. The sound of an empty glass bottle bouncing along the cobbles of the alleyway, each bounce a distinct and sharp glass ting against the silence of the ni
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Hangover
I woke slowly at first and then all at once. My head thrummed with the headache of a colossal hangover and my memories of the night before were hazy and jumbled. I remembered partying in the club, I remembered drinking an absolute crap load of alcohol, and then… nothing. I stretched out in bed and winced as my eyes opened to a shaft of light peeking through the curtains. I glanced over to my right, my hand had found a warm patch of bed that wasn’t where I was sleeping, and that was when I noticed it for the first time. There was an indent in the bed from where someone else had been sleeping, and if I were a betting man I’d wager it was definitely in the shape of a woman. I let a lazy smile dance over my lips, last night seemed to have been a very good one indeed. If the noises of showering from my en suite bathroom were anything to go by then the woman was still around and was using my shower to clean off after what was probably a very fun night of debauchery. I sat up with a
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Immateria
“What… the fuck,” I said breathily, “What the fuck is going on here?”The woman pouted at me, and for some reason, it sent a sliver of ice down into my heart. I staggered backward and collided with one of my dressers, a stick of deodorant and a framed picture of my parents clattered to the ground. “Now now, sweetie, don’t panic, it’ll come back to you,” She said smoothly.But that was the problem. It had already come back to me. I remembered every gory moment of the night before. I remembered dying on the street, blood gushing out of me from a stab wound in the back. I remembered the woman, sauntering down the street as if she owned the bloody place. I remembered her taunting me, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and then… and then… biting down on my neck like I was a two-for-two meal at a nearby chicken shop. “I remember,” I hissed, “So I’ll ask again, what the fuck is going on here?”The woman looked me up and down quizically and I couldn’t help but feel like I was a pie
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Understanding
When I had been a kid I’d always preferred science over fantasy. My favourite movie? Star Wars. Favourite TV show? Doctor Who. Favourite book series? Well okay, that had been Harry Potter, but in my defence, I’m pretty sure that was every kid's favourite book series when they had been growing up at my age. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make here is that vampires were always something that I thought was ridiculous. Blood-sucking creatures that couldn’t be seen in a mirror, hated sunlight and garlic, but could only be killed by a wooden stick through where their hearts should be? Absolutely absurd, none of it made any sense. Now, all of a sudden, it was my reality. “I’m sorry, walk me through it again?” I said. I was sitting on the end of my bed, fresh off of a panic attack, with the vampire woman standing fully nude in front of me. She’d explained the concept of the Immateria twice already, but for some reason, it just wasn’t sticking in my brain. “This is the final time,”
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Unfortunate Revelations
In many cases going AWOL for a couple of weeks after a massive tech launch would have been an absolutely ordinary thing for the CEO, founder and head developer of technology at a company to do.I mean, what was I really needed for at that point, anyway? The tech had all been developed, it was being manufactured and sent out to stores and people were buying it and enjoying it. Didn’t I deserve some kind of a break?That would be under normal circumstances, anyway. Following the launch of our new holo-lens phone, things were far from ordinary. My company had exploded onto the scene like nothing ever had before, going from a hokey garage set-up to offices in London and manufacturing plants across the world. That had raised a lot of eyebrows, and we had investors and governments breathing down our backs seeking an audience with the guy that had created it all. Before the launch of our flagship device, I simply hadn’t had the time to meet with all the people that I needed to meet wit
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Mayfair
I hadn’t noticed it on the night, mainly because my brain had been preoccupied with the fear of bleeding out on the pavement and the pain of a knife between my shoulder blades, but the woman who had saved me was actually the picture of grace and beauty. From the way she waltzed down the stairs in my apartment to the way she held herself in the lift as we descended from the top floor all the way down to the sub-basement parking garage she just looked… flawlessly graceful. No mortal could ever hope to even come close. I didn’t even know her name yet. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I haven’t asked this yet, but what’s your name?” I asked, leaning against the bannister at the side of the lift. She gave me a small smile, it was perhaps the first truly positive emotion I’d seen her direct towards me. “Sophia Linse,” she said, “I’ve held many names over the millennia, though, and have moved constantly throughout the world so as not to be discovered by mortals.” I nodded, that made sense.
Rise Of The Immaterial Man Across Town
When Sophia eventually re-emerged from her house she looked much more presentable. Gone was her strappy dress and high heels, instead she was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse with a pair of flats on her feet. It was an understated look but combined with her overwhelming natural elegance it was one that she managed to pull off with aplomb. She got back into the car and sat down, she had replaced her perfume with something that smelt much sweeter than whatever she had been wearing beforehand. “I still think this is incredibly risky,” The woman remarked, “I’m willing to let you go through with it, of course, but only to try and get a measure of the kind of Immateria you may end up becoming.” I put the car into first gear and pulled away from the side of the pavement. “I’ll be able to handle myself,” I said confidently, though I wasn’t sure if that would actually be the case or not. Over the course of the drive the burning thirst in my throat had been becoming progressively
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Council Report
As Sophia and I huddled together over the massive oak table in the heart of our lab, we meticulously compiled our findings on the ominous runes and the Cloaks' sinister intentions. Our research painted a terrifying picture: a plan to bring about the end of the world. I could feel the weight of the knowledge in the binder we carefully assembled, its pages brimming with secrets that could tip the fragile balance between the Immateria and human realms. Our hearts raced with the urgency of the situation, and we knew we had no time to waste.The moment we finished, we rushed out into the labyrinthine underground old city, our feet pounding against the cobblestones as we wove our way through its ancient passages. We exchanged glances, our expressions a mixture of determination and fear, fully aware of the importance of our mission.As we raced through the city, the shadows around us seemed to dance and flicker, as if they were alive. The air was thick with the scent of centuries-old stone a
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Research
Standing amidst the remnants of the chaotic battle, I hesitantly approached Sophia to offer my condolences for the loss of her friend. The words caught in my throat, my voice wavering with the weight of what we had just experienced."I'm sorry about Marcus," I finally managed to say, my gaze lingering on the table where he had met his gruesome end.Sophia's expression remained stoic, her eyes betraying no hint of the pain she must have been feeling. "It's okay," she replied, her voice strong and resolute. "I know we'll avenge him in the long run. I just wish I could have killed him myself."I couldn't quite grasp the complexity of her relationship with Marcus, but I knew better than to pry. Instead, I decided to shift the focus to the task at hand. We needed to unravel the mystery of the runic symbols and the ritual Marcus had mentioned before his death.Together, we approached the table, our eyes drawn to the intricate runes carved into its surface. Neither of us recognized the symbo
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The Final Cloaks
As Sophia regained her composure and launched herself back into the fray against the remaining Cloaks, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. With her renewed vigor, I could now focus on providing her with much-needed support. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my mind raced with the possibilities of spells that could turn the tide of battle in our favor.Deciding on a strategy, I drew upon my magical reserves and cast a wide-range frost spell, chilling the air and coating the floor with a treacherous layer of ice. The temperature in the room plummeted, and our breaths fogged in the frigid air. Sophia, ever the agile fighter, vaulted into the air just as the icy surface began to solidify beneath her, avoiding the frosty trap.The Cloaks, caught off guard by the sudden change in their environment, found their feet frozen to the ground. Their attention momentarily diverted from Sophia, she seized the opportunity to eliminate several of them with swift, brutal efficiency. The f
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Take Down
As I continued to face off against the Cloak, it became increasingly clear that they were an exceptionally formidable opponent. Their raw power and proficiency in magic far exceeded what I would have expected from someone who was supposedly just a member of a random gang. I couldn't help but wonder if this was simply due to my own lack of magical experience, or if there was more to the Cloak than met the eye.My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a barrage of ice shards, each as thick as my arm, hurtling through the air towards me. Reacting on instinct, I managed to narrowly avoid the freezing projectiles, feeling the icy wind that accompanied them as they whizzed past. Had any of them struck me, I had no doubt that I would have been incapacitated, if not worse.Seizing the opportunity to retaliate, I drew upon my eidetic memory to replicate the Cloak's own spell. With a swift motion of my wand, I sent a flurry of ice shards back at my adversary, hoping to catch the
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One on One
My eyes remained glued to the fierce battle unfolding before me, the sheer ferocity of the combatants sending waves of trepidation coursing through my veins. Sophia and the demon were locked in a dance of death, each striving to gain the upper hand and deliver the killing blow. The brutality of their exchange was both terrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to the deadly forces at play.Sophia's movements were fluid and agile, her lithe form gracefully weaving through the demon's lumbering attacks. The creature's strikes were powerful, sending tremors rippling through the ground with each devastating blow. Even as an Immateria, I knew that if Sophia were to suffer the full brunt of the demon's strength, it could very well be the end of her. To make matters worse, she had to contend with the sporadic potshots from the remaining Cloaks, their spells merely adding to the chaos and danger of the situation.Despite her agility and prowess, it was clear that Sophia's lightning-infused claws
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Demon
I groaned, the pain radiating through my body as I gradually regained consciousness. My head throbbed, a dull ache pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. I hadn't anticipated the intensity of the spell I'd crafted, and the lingering disorientation was a testament to its potency.Shaking my head in an attempt to dispel the discombobulation, I squinted through the hazy aftermath of the magical explosion, straining to make sense of the situation. Though my ears still rang, muffled and distant, I could perceive the sounds of battle continuing to rage around me. It seemed that my desperate gamble had not been in vain.As my vision slowly cleared, I could see that my rudimentary spellwork had provided the opening Sophia needed. Some of the Cloaks were beginning to recover from the disorienting effects of the flashbang, their expressions contorted in a mixture of rage and confusion. But they were no match for Sophia's raw power and finesse.With the grace of a skilled dancer, Sophia had w
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Flashbang
“We don’t have time to plan, Parker,” Sophia hissed. “You’re new to magic, but I’m strong and you can hold your own. We have to do this, or Marcus is going to die… and gods know what will take his place.” Sophia, who I had previously known as someone who couldn’t ever be unnerved, someone who laughed in the face of danger and stayed cool no matter what… was practically beside herself with worry. I could tell she knew we needed a plan, she didn’t want to run in half-cocked, but she was also quickly running out of time and patience. “Fine then, the plan is we go in hard and fast. Take them by surprise and try to overwhelm them with superior force,” I said with a sigh. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t even really the beginnings of a plan, but given the circumstances, it was all we had and it’d have to do. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of burning incense. Sophia and I broke cover and smashed through the door together, finally alerting the cloaks to our presence. T
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Hive
I walked through the darkened halls, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with the stench of mildew and decay. The walls were covered in peeling wallpaper, and the floorboards creaked under our feet. I held my wand tightly, ready for anything that might come our way.Sophia walked beside me, her claws extended and at the ready. Her sharp eyes scanned our surroundings, searching for any signs of danger. She was the best partner I could ask for on this mission. She was fierce, smart, and unwavering in her determination to stop the Cloaks.We had received intel that the Cloaks were planning something big. Something that could spell doom for the entire Immateria City. We couldn't let that happen. We had to stop them at all costs.As we walked, the sound of chanting grew louder and more distinct. It was coming from downstairs. We shared a look of concern and horror, knowing that we were getting closer to the heart of the Cloaks' operation."Sophia, do you hear that?" I whispere
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Stakeout
I studied the map intently, feeling the rough texture of the aged parchment under my fingertips. My eyes traced over the faded ink lines, marking the location of the Cloak’s hidden lair. Sophia stood beside me, her intense gaze fixed on the same spot. I looked up at Sophia, and saw that her expression mirrored my own determination. "We have to be careful," I said, my voice low and urgent. "Who knows what they're up to in there." Sophia nodded, her jaw set. "I agree. We need to gather as much information as we can before we make a move." I bit my lip, thinking. "Perhaps we could stake out the hideout for a little while, observe their movements. That way, we'll have a better idea of what we're up against." Sophia's eyes brightened at the suggestion. "Yes, that's a good idea. We could hide on a nearby rooftop and keep an eye on things." I grinned. "I'm glad you agree. I've got a feeling this is going to be dangerous, but I'm ready for it. We need to put a stop to whatever the Cloa
