Spooktober Dark Monsterverse 2022

1. Portrait
Frankenstein Monster as described by Bridie Monarch in 1903.

2.Vanish
The shriek, roar or rumble that assailed Shane was beyond anything he had experienced upon this Earth. As it seemed to him that the world itself had been torn asunder as the last syllables of the Sussama ritual left his lips as he had only a sensation of falling due to all around him, seeming to have been enveloped in an infinite myriad of colours. Vague shapes, or ripples seemed to betray the movement of some titanic being which plunged downwards towards where the ritual site had been but moments ago. He tried to speak but heard no sound other then cacophonous shockwave which seemed to envelope him so he knew not which way was up or which way was down. Turning too was impossible as there was no surface beneath hid feet, if he had feet. He was certain of nothing and the thought crossed his mind that he might be dead, that Mocata had succeeded and right now the Golden Demise may be loose upon the Earth. This thought was not helped by the singing which he seemed to be coming from all directions and Shane half expected a group of angles to appear and offer him his own harp and halo at any moment. As it was the myriads of colours slowly began to take on forms which became clearer as he concentrated upon them and his downwards descent halted as a landscape of shifting noncommitted forms began to take up an appearance around him. Vague impressions of open grassland seemed to be picked up by Shane as the long grasses coiled and rolled towards a horizon where the open void of a starry sky, crossed by veins of streaming colour as though formed by a vast weaving tapestry, seemed impossibly detailed with stars and constellations which seemed both familiar and distant to the misplaced cowboy.
3.Abandoned
Alone she tread among the fallen leaves and brush of the gloomy forest. Her white dress coated in streaks of mud and charcoaled smoke which clung to her damp form and coiled to her open wounds which burned upon her arms. The house had still been ablaze when she had managed to reach the shore but only the Monster had answered her call. Crawling like the wretched beast that it was and spewing it's hateful words which betrayed it's tormented and now empty heart. Pained and confused her only instinct was to leave the monstrous creature behind as every fibre of her composited flesh had screamed at her to do so. It had not followed, it's mangled leg not capable of locomotion anymore and so it wailed upon the bank of the river as she fled into the forest. Alone and cast out by the world she had known, but free within this wider one of which she had had only the smallest of tastes and was now hungering for more as she passed under the unsympathetic trees in search of the lights and colours she had so adored.
4.Enchant
Magic is merely the term used by those who do not understand a process. Although those unfamiliar with Mana would easily perceive it as such, especially those who seek to explain the universe through your material sciences. These reactions are also a product of Mana and by allowing them to run their course you are merely allowing Mana to flow as it will naturally be inclined to do so. The art of Mana manipulation is to tap into the flow of Mana and redirect it utilising your Will, as though damming and redirecting a river to alter it's course to your own desires. The scientists of Mu worked out how to perform this art to the most miniscule of details, aided by the technological developments of powerful microscopes which revealed the atomic structure of atoms. Once mapped and visualised it became possible to focus the Will of those with the closest connection to Mana into those structures and alter their very core nature. It is from this refined process from which Oricalcum was derived and created. The mystical metal which by it's very nature could influence the streams of Mana around it and allow even those without the natural gift to manipulate the effects of Mana around them. Such surviving relics may have been the basis of the term "enchanted" by those who observed them and did not understand how they came to cause such effects.
5. Misfortune
Kenzi lay upon the rocky shore as his eyes stared dully into the open sky above him. The roasting rock seared his flesh no more then the poison which was slowly beginning it's slow work of dissolving his body with him still trapped inside. Others of the Daini-Gen'you-Maru had already ended their lives having heard of the horror stories of radiation poisoning and not wishing to experience the same agonising fate. Kenzi however could not bring himself to do so. He didn't know why as his entire life had been spent running from whatever problem had arisen to strike him. That was how he got into this mess after all as an agonising grimace tore it's way across his features. But it seemed he had exchanged an agonising death by torture for an agonising death of still living decay upon a distant isolated island in the southern Pacific, some things cling to you no matter how far you try to run.
6. Chasm
Across the surface of the Earth can be found by the bold explorer, passages which lead down into the Inner Hollow Earth structure. The most famous of these is Mt SnaefellsJökull in Iceland through which Professor Lindenbrook lead an expedition to reach the centre of the Earth in 1880. His claims of the planets interiors triggered a race to be the first to confirm the centre of the Earth of which most of the dozen or so expeditions perished in the sudden volcanic activity which occurred in the Icelandic region. Upon the subsidence of this activity in the early 20th Century, Alec McEwan, a student of Lindebrooks lead another expedition which had considerably more success then the previous attempts. Returning with specimens and photographic evidence of the wonders of the Hollow Earth which was accessed through volcanic tubes and caverns from the very Volcano which Lindebrook descended decades before. Since then many more expeditions and exploitations of Hollow Earth have been made despite the regular dangers of cave exploration coupled with the biological dangers of the monstrous inhabitants.
7. Thorn
The death of Angela Whitehall was unique in a number of curious facts which were brought to the knowledge of Monarch in late 1937. For one the apparent cause of death was the anaemic condition of the young woman, a condition which had never been known in her before the time of her death. Second were the continual nightmares of being smothered by, as she described, a gigantic cat in the week proceeding her end. Third was the red rose which was found in the grasp of her right hand when her body was found in the early hours of the morning by dog walkers in Hyde Park. The Rose had apparently been clenched tight enough in the young woman's grasp to leave many of the thorns embedded in her flesh. An examination by Doctor Seward and Quincy Harker upon hearing about the incident revealed the most disturbing aspect of the grisly scene of horror. Two puncture marks upon the tongue of the victim as though they had been lacerated by a razor.
8. Howl
"Wait no" cried the carnival worker as the second constable manhandled him towards the door. "You don't know what you are doing"
Frobisher turned towards the man. "Well you can explain yourself down at the station along with Mr Whale..."
"You fool" screamed the man as the constable wrangled an arm behind his back. "You can't..."
A garbled cry made Frobisher and Shane turn on the spot as the constable they had sent to help the imprisoned man twisted and fought against the newly freed prisoner. Blood spurted from the throat of the constable as the wheezing sputtering of his feeble attempts to cry out died upon his lips, the former prisoner sinking his growing teeth deeper into the arteries and windpipe of the stricken man. As the horrified onlookers stood frozen in fear and uncertainty the prisoners jaws and face seemed to morph and change, taking on a bestial aspect as claws erupted from the ends of his fingers which still grasped the dying constable in a murderous embrace.
"Shut the door for gods sake" screamed the carnival worker, an act which broke the spell of horror as Shane rushed to the cages heavy iron gate. But he was not the only one, as the constables twitching form was dropped to the floor and the beast lunged forwards to freedom knocking Shane off his feet as the cage door slammed into him with the force of an express train. Yet he was not the target of the still morphing werewolf as it barrelled onwards to the caravan door where it caught both the carnival worker and the second constable with it's terrible clawed hands and pinned them to the ground outside. With the tearing sound of overtaught fabric the werewolf began to grow in size as hair grew in a mane all down it's back as the silver moonlight cast it's terrible shadow upon it's two doomed victims who struggled feebly within it's taloned grasp. Both Shane and Frobisher rushed to the door of the caravan as the hideous crunching of powerful jaws upon bone emanated from the hellish beast before them. There was no sound from the two men it had seized as Shane and Frobisher readied their guns. Just the echoes of the carnivals fireworks as both men emptied round after round into the hunched back of the crouching monster which slowly raised itself upon it's hind legs and turned to look upon it's new assailants. Blood and gore smothered it's canine features, it's eyes glinted with evil malignancy as it beheld the Mountie and Texan in the entrance to it's former prison. Shane quickly closed the door of the caravan as the Beast let out a deep monstrous howl which was not entirely muffled by the festivities of the show nearby.
9. Mirror
"Are the Kaiju but the reflection of the world that civilisation has made? The horror's and injustices of a world strife with corruption and greed laid bare before our now opened eyes. Yes my brethren they have purpose, has not it been said that each of them have awoken because of our continued wickedness upon this world. I say no more, these are not monsters but liberators sent by our blessed lord to tear down the evil that we have ourselves created and set loose upon this world. The faithful shall be spared their scourging of this Earth but we cannot remain idle in the face of this divine retribution. Our loyalty must be displayed, we must act to rebuild the new world of peace and compassion by subduing the old rotten world of violence and cruelty. For we hold the mirror and can finally see ourselves for what we truly are within it. What is reflected in the mirror will be dictated by our future actions, so join me my brethren in toppling that which festers under the name of civility and return to the light of truth where there are no Monsters but Angels of the Creators divine plan. For before creation must come destruction." - Quoted by undercover agent within the Cult of Destruction "2024"
10. Broken
Belvara limped through the ruins of the concrete jungle which had crumbled at her command. The twisted limbs of those caught in the wrath and fury of her blessed avenger protruded at odd angles from amongst the wreckage. If there was any remorse for them in her heart she felt none of it, only doubt for the survival of her people under her cousins, those false Shobojin who loved the outer world more then their own ancestral home. This civilisation had taken everything from the Houta, their Island a poisoned wasteland, their God and her own mother by extension taken by their Beast of evil and then trying to take the little that they had left by force. Yet these foreign Shobojin had made their choice to save these monstrous fools and now her Goddess had once again been lain low by their blasphemy. Her wounds would heal in time and they would know that this was but one battle and she was not broken so much as to be out of the war.
11. Escape
Suddenly the lights went out. An instant later the emergency power kicked in before also flickering into darkness as confused and irritated voices filled the air. Walters however was a lot more concerned at these occurrences and upon switching on their flashlight saw that this feeling was very justified as the legs of Cushing vanished into the celling with a hideous grinding of metal and the unsettling slipperiness of sliced flesh. All around the room were metallic tendrils which latched onto the control panels and computers, often passing through the blinded operators who were unlucky enough to get in the way. Blood and viscera splattered upon the screens as the screams tore through the blackness only to be suddenly silenced. Walters dropped to the floor as the torso and head of Jackson slammed into them as the intruders continued their mindless butchery. Mindless? No they were not mindless. Walters froze as the sporadic images of the spinning torch revealed the tendrils aims. They were targeting the computers but had ignored them unless one of the operatives had been between one and their goal. Another cut off scream hinted at the possibility that these things were perhaps navigating by sound, the low hum of the computers guiding them to their objectives and any other noise eliminated immediately. Lying low and still, Walters heard the low grinding of metal which made their heart sink. The doors were opening, the restraints loosening, all the security disabled. Not from an outside source, although something outside had probably awakened it, but from the inside where the dormant Titan from the stars slumbered no more and now made to escape from this feeble cage that had held it's mighty form.
12. Slime
Bernard had never been so ecstatic in all his years. This was the sort of boyhood dream that had lead him down his path of a scientist in his adult years and he was not disappointed. It's smooth almost froglike skin glistened in the primordial underworld light as wonderous patterns of it's own internal light shone in waving bands across it's vast domed back.
"Beautiful" he thought as a gust of air hit him in the face as though somebody unseen had blown in his direction and his attention was drawn to one of the many openings which adorned the beasts back. The air flowing from this fleshy aperture was not stale as Bernard had first thought but clean, fresh even, as he realised that this creature must be emitting oxygen from some chemical reaction not unlike the photosynthesis of plants. Overjoyed at the cryptozoological marvel in front of him, Bernard looked around for somebody to excitedly inform and caught sight of the flowing ripples of the dripping walls around him.
"Aho, that's strange" he thought aloud and waded through the waist high water around him. However it was not water, not entirely anyway as it clung to his clothes and left a long lathery strand caught between his arm and body as he raised his limbs. Underfoot too was soft and jelly like as he inspected his dripping fingers which ran thick with a viscous slime.
"An air bubble, we are in an air bubble held together by the secretions of this creature and maintained by the expulsion of Oxygen from unknown organs which emanates from the dorsal orifices." He giggled with glee, but a fraction away from his maniacal hysteria which had often overtaken him before the revelations of inner Earth.
13. Haunt
The phenomena of haunting has long been observed and discussed by occultists the world over and Monarch throughout it's many forms has been of no exception to this debate. Firm evidence of the existence of ghosts has been clearly presented by the combined works of Flaxman Low and Thomas Carnaki, the former having claimed to have had his very name and identity stolen by a wayward ghost. Experiences in the Ethereal by Amos Shane and the Shobojin priestesses confirmed the presence of lingering souls, or Will's of the departed which endure after the expiration of their mortal forms. Most of these Will's are broken down by the Ethereal and their Mana is converted from the form of Will into the other four but the few that can maintain a sense of self can resist this process and thus the form of the disembodied spirit is formed. Able to pass along Mana streams which connect all places, objects and people which were formed in life the disembodied spirit can in rare occasions return back and manifest within the Material world. Most lack the Will to return and become lost within the Ethereal. Of those that do return, few have any resemblance to their old selves and are often characterised by obsessions, usually the source of the stream of Mana which they used to return having been imbued by the Mana which the stream was comprised of. In many cases the "Ghost" is bound to such an object, place or person although they are not the only entities which lurk in the Ethereal which can enter our Material World in such a manner. In a case of haunting all clues must be carefully examined in order to determine the nature of the haunter before any action is made.
14. Ruin
The castle Dracula lay high in the Carpathians near the Borgo Pass and remained unoccupied since the destruction of Count Dracula in 1890. Left in a state of severe disrepair since the burning of the structure during the routing of the Vampire and his hellish spawn, the castle's strategic position was unwisely utilised during the battle of Transylvania during the First World War. Fighting in the pass was brutal and bloody which saw the nearby rivers run red with the lifeblood of the fallen soldiers of both sides. Later searchers of the castle found the bodies of 25 men, many in degrees of dismemberment and stacked within one of the ruined castle dungeons. Locals who still believed the castle to be a place of evil did not help in the investigation but cryptically told searchers of the lost troops that the dead travel fast.
15. Mist
A light breeze broke the stillness of the night air. No light of the setting sun was visible on the distant horizon and all had been quiet within the secluded village of Psing-Que. From the central hill Bernard gazed into the moonlit darkness with Professor Van Hellsing as Amos Shane steadied his horse upon the thick protective wall which surrounded the settlement. Yet the breeze grew in strength as it flickered the torches of the huddled villagers and caused a hushed rustling to run through the trees. A cloud passed in front of the moon and cast the land outside of the walls into darkness from which only the groaning foliage could be heard until suddenly it halted and faded once more into silence. Slowly from the trees could be glimpsed a faint luminescence, a mist which seemed to roll down from the hill passes and pour down into the valley within which lay Psing-Que. Only the pass of the Stone God remained clear as a howling, chattering screech seemed to cut through the suddenly torpid night as though the masses of hells inner circles suddenly burst into monstrous applause. Out of the mist banks in their curious hopping gait poured the legions of Jiangshi, their pale lifeless and still faces contorted into identical masks of hatred and malice. Wielding spears, tools and the occasional spear the army surged forewords towards the outnumbered defenders and their prize of the Sealed Temple of the Dragon.
16. Whisper
From the darkness of the forest there came not a sound, no rustle of leaves, no creature of the night, not even the whistling of the wind which had accompanied Myeengun upon his journey. The hairs upon the back of his neck prickled and another branch was added to the fire which crackled slightly at the addition and almost made Myeengun jump. Something was in the air which he did not like. The totem clutched in his hands had guided him this far but here he feared to sleep and could not gain any further knowledge from the dreams it had bestowed upon him. He was certain that this was close to the place but out here close meant nothing when it could mean hundreds of miles and this place he was sure had an evil presence.
"Welcome"
Myeengun nearly leapt out of his skin as he heard the voice which seemed to have been whispered into his ear. Drawing his gun he spun around and was met with only the dark shadows of the trees which lay like an open abyss before the puny flames of his fire. A cold sweat began to break out upon his brow as he strained his ears to listen for where the voice may have come from. Nothing but the occasional crackle of his fire disturbed the silence as the blackness yawned open in front of him. Wait no something else was audible as the shadows seemed to creep forwards, growing as though surging in a great flood to overwhelm him. Turning towards the faint hissing that came from the saving flames he saw in horror that a stream of liquid was falling upon it from above, shrinking the shivering flames with each droplet. Turning his gaze upwards revealed a monstrous sight to Myeengun as two glinting reflective pale eyes gazed down upon him from a taught skull like face which grinned down at him with a maw of needle like teeth. The spider like limps impossibly long and thin with tears in the taught skin which seemed more like bone then flesh in the malformed and twisted approximation of what had maybe once been a man. Raising his weapon with frustrating slowness Myeengun attempted to shoot down the interloper which sprung with unnatural quickness out of sight and back into the shadows from whence it had come. Shivering with fear, Myeengun began to build up his fire with frantic haste as a faint whisper blew through the trees.
"When a wayward traveller finds these lands, with his flesh must he pay our toll." From the darkness of the trees shone the dim light of a dozen pale pairs of luminescent eyes all transfixed upon the tiny glint of warm light within their unhallowed grounds.
17. Shadow
Unseen and apart from the dimensions we know, lies the domain of the immaterial where the vestiges of Will congregate and fester once they have been relieved of their mortal forms. Yet some still linger, attempting to reclaim that which they have had taken from them and thus exist still in incorporeal form within this realm of the Ethereal. And it is through the links that these vestiges of mankind's Will leave between our corporeal universe and the shifting streams of the Ethereal world, which the Shadow of the Golden Demise seeks to re-enter our world. With guile and cunning does it enter the dreams of mankind and nurture the seed of sin which it finds within, offering fine promises to the susceptible in return for their servitude and soul once their lives are spent. Thus is the currency of the one known as Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer, the one whose titles are as many as are the heads upon which bear the crown of true Will. - Extract from the Daemonicon
18. Spirit
The forth state of Mana, the ethereal energy that connects all things in creation and the one with the least physical presence upon the material state of matter. Spirit, represented by fire in Chinese Cosmology, is the power of faith, belief and spirituality as well as harmony within the soul and so dictates the development of culture within human civilisation. It's power effects humanity itself rather then the surroundings or tools which are used and is the easiest element for humanity to access in regard to Mana manipulation, the science which is easily disregarded as magic to those with material minds. This grants a creature of Will access to the Mana cycle and allows them to bring about change within creation through mere thought if they are attuned. The Guardian Beast of Spirit is the Vermillion Bird of the South who upon ancient Mu was known as Mosura or Mothra as her modern translation is pronounced. Much like the fanaticism which is bred into religion through hateful belief, this element has two sides. One of harmony, peace and rebirth in the form of the immortal Mothra which completes the cycle of mana back to Nature; or one of hatred, anger and destruction in the form of the vengeful Battra which corrupts the cycle back into Entropy.
19. Relic
"The metal of the Gods and you wield it like a child wields his fathers knife" exclaimed the robe dressed figure as they descended down towards the courtyard. Inning's straightened up, only making out the occasional word which he had picked up upon his journey.
"Disgraceful that anther relic should fall into the hands of an insolent barbarian."
"Hello mister I have..."
"Silence. This house has stood since the ancient times with only the order permitted to enter. This has been upheld under the penalty of death to those who are unworthy." The stranger parted his hands and an orange gleam which was familiar to Inning's formed between them as he drew from no visible place a weapon of the same gold metal as Inning's spear.
"Orichalcum" breathed Inning's as the stranger took up a stance with a fully materialised Guandao.
"So you know what it is. Now let us see if you are worthy of wielding it" and the stranger lunged forewords with the intent to kill.
20. Unquiet
For nowhere on Earth was there silence when the call was made. Slumbering giants awoke and a million graves burst forth as the return of those who had pledged and sacrificed to their dark master heeded his call. For the Will of the One who is Many is not to be ignored as they howled, screeched and gibbered for delight to fulfil their masters desires for this Earth. For all the wickedness that mankind could produce was let loose now that he was free. The Guardian beasts had been lain low and the chains that bound him weakened until they could be broken. Now the massacre of arrogant humanity could begin, these puny beings whose ambitions rivalled the gods would be shown the true power of the one who stood against creation and all it's flaws. They would submit or perish as the doorways were opened and the legions of the Ethereal would take form. The very tools used to entrap him turned against them in this time of retribution. The age of the Golden Demise had begun and it's history would be written in the blood of Titans and humans alike as his call reverberated across the planet that they clung to in the unsympathetic void of space.
21. Shatter
Gordon surveyed the shattered skyline of New Deli as the wrestling forms of the titans ripped and tore their way through it. He knew the chances were slim but he had never been one to back down from any situation even one as hopeless as this as he revved his motorbike and plunged into the city streets. What had looked like swirling vortexes of debris caught in that monsters Gravity beams from a distance were very soon revealed to be very different. Swarms of bat like monsters swooped down upon the fleeing crowds, scooping them up in their terrible claws and devouring them with ravenous ferocity. The cries for mercy and shrieks of terror did not distract Gordon from his goal. Only when one landed to tear flesh from it's victim in Gordon's path did he take any action against them. Unsheathing the silver coated sword and riding full speed towards the monstrosity which lunged forewords as he sliced into the top of it's head. The force took him off the bike as the monsters death throws hoisted him into the air and down onto the roof of a crashed car. Full of adrenaline he rolled to the oposite side of the vehicle as a crashing jet plunged into the fleeing crowd. Burning fuel and detonated shrapnel from missiles coated the crowd and ravenous beasts alike as Gordon scurried into what may have once been a shop. Rubble and debris littered the street as he took off running, he knew he could save them but only if he got there in time and that was not on his side. The bat things seemed to focus on the crowds as he clambered and slipped over shattered buildings and crumpled vehicles down near deserted side roads as a burst of red light illuminated the city.
22. Lock
"Oh you mustn't look in there" said Bernard hastily as he quickly hurried across the room and started stacking papers back on top of the ancient carved box.
"Why not?"
"Well, um. Well because it is Museum property and you are not a member of staff" replied the curator as he made a quick check of the three padlocks that had been fastened to the artefact. "It hasn't been fully examined yet, not catalogued you see. Any fiddling with it could alter how it was found and you would be surprised what small clues can tell us about the past."
"Right."
"You don't sound convinced?" The curator looked around the small room. "It's not that I'm not grateful for your help in putting this all back together, as I do appreciate the help. But some things in this room were not ransacked and I'd rather if I had a starting point to begin putting my notes back together."
"Well what do you think is in there?"
"Oh just a dog... Cat, mummified animal I think, Egyptians liked mummifying anything and everything they could get their hands on you see. This was one of a pair, second was sent of for examination but I've kept hold of this one until they've finished with it."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Dangerous." Bernard laughed. "It's been dead for about 4 to 5,000 years I should think it's bark is worse then it's bite by now."
23. Door
Doorways into the ethereal are few and far between but not so rare that a few have been identified. Perhaps some basis behind the folklore of enchanted glades and Fae magic in that they are typically bound to objects of fixation rather then places and usually to one spirit or visitor from the other side. But this is not always the case as has been found by the mystery of old standing stones and circles. For you see these are unique examples of doors which can be opened and closed rather then open portals, the latter being far more dangerous due to their obscurity. The stone circle or ancient monument constructed upon a site where the boundaries between our material universe and the Ethereal are for the most part relics of far more significance then mere spiritual worship. The methods of using these doorways have since been lost or at the very least obscured through the actions of time and the superstitions which have since clouded their true purpose. Due to the dangers of the Ethereal since the imprisonment of the Demise by ancient Mu it has since become inadvisable to open such doors lest one invite a ghost or demon into our world.
24. Curse
Shane reeled as pain flashed across his chest in tight bands which seemed to sear themselves into his flesh. "It's coming" he gasped as his companions acted with concern "stay back if you value your lives." The Mountie and the Native American seemed unsure of what to do as Shane staggered towards the frightened horse, the meagre campfire caught in a sudden wind which swelled it into a towering column of flame.
"What the devil?" Exclaimed Frobisher as thick smoke billowed from their campfire and dancing twisting shadows cavorted around the trees. Shane dragged himself onto the squealing horse which bolted into the darkness in sheer terror, an action to which he made no effort to prevent. Smith turned to say something about a bad spirit to Frobisher but stopped in his tracks as something monstrous rose from the blackened flames. Two monstrous glowing eyes and the impression of vast bat like wings before the wind of those wings caused the thick smoke to enshroud both men as it took off towards it's escaping quarry. Coughing, Frobisher made an action to go towards his own horse which strained and pulled like a mad thing at it's rope, but was stopped by Smith who grasped his arm in a vice like grip of fear.
"It's no good" he murmured. "I doubt we will ever see that man again."
"What do you mean."
"Will never find him, not in those trees."
25. Posses
Again the wailing sounded down the darkened passageway as a figure glided into view. Ella gasped as the form of a woman clad all in white, glowing slightly as the radiant moonlight caught her gigantic figure. For she was tall of stature, seven feet at least and seemed to be clad not in a dress as Ella had first suspected but had instead wrapped the pale bedsheets of a fourposter around her lithe and sturdy frame. Yet her eyes, those almost luminescent eyes with a faint greenish glow stared unseeing ahead and filled Ella with dread as they seemed to gaze upon something which was beyond her hiding place in the alcove. Turning for an instant from the ghostly figure before her, Ella stole a glance to where the figure was looking and found only the darkness of the hallway. Turning back she saw only the last of the flowing white material the figure was draped in as it vanished around the halls corner. Pursuing the giantess, Ella found the figure was moving fast and with a silent grace upon the creaky floorboards which betrayed Ella's presence more then her quarries. A hideous shriek made Ella break into a run as she was certain it had come from the tall woman who she pursued. Her hunch proved correct as she rounded a corner and found herself within the entrance hall where the terrible, inexplicable sight of the tall woman struggling and squirming in mid-air greeted her. Three feet and rising steadily as she continued to struggle and scream with hideous yells that must have raised even the dead of this house from their eternal slumber. It was not the arrival of Holmwood and other members of the household which broke Ella free of her sudden paralysis which had held her in a moment of mesmerism at the terrible sight, but the pleading look of terror upon the tall woman's face which spurred her on to perform her next action. Ella at a running jump from the main staircase had reached the struggling figure and clasped herself tightly too her. This was no easy feat as the tall woman seemed to posses strength beyond that of a mortal human and before Holmwood or anyone else had acted the pair where flung apart and both collapsed too the floor. Yet before she had been flung aside by the terrified girl, for she now knew that this tall woman was to be her new ward, she had reached out with her gift and had felt not just the girls thoughts but the will of something from beyond attempting to take possession of her. Her sudden arrival had startled the malevolent will and forced it to leave, but she knew it would return and this time would not be so easily overcome.
26. Abyss The island itself seemed to groan and buckle under the onslaught of the two battling Titans as ancient masonry was torn to rubble and even the central mountain seemed to cower at the force of the two brutes slugging it out within it's shadow. But this bout was to have no victor as the battlefield began to yield to the constant pull of inner Earth and the roar of the landscape matched those of both combatants as this last remnant of Ancient Mu ended it's history the same way the rest of that ancient continent had done. From the helicopter above, in the furious cyclone of the sky Jia pressed her face to the window as a great rift opened between Kong and Godzilla. Lind stared in amazement as whole mountains formed out of the partly submerged streets of the ancient metropolis, vast sections of the island buckling under the pressure of the shattering bedrock. From the bottomless caverns below streamed swarms of winged beasts of the inner Earth which slammed into the blades of the ill fated vehicle and sent it spinning towards the vanishing Earth below. Godzilla fell first, his bulky frame unable to escape the collapsing strata and with a final shriek of rage and perhaps fear, the King of the Monsters plummeted into the growing abyss below. Kong however still clung to the last remnants of his island home and saw the spiralling helicopter with the trapped Jia inside. Swinging and clambering along the collapsing rock forms with frantic urgency the giant Ape reached out an oversized hand and seized the vehicle as the rock ledge he clung to gave way beneath his fingers. Irene and Lind screamed as they plummeted towards the inner Earth in the clutches of the Titan Ape, the roar of the Ocean flood that poured into the wound in the Earth's crust which had been Faro Island.
27. Echo
"You want to know do you? Well that's unfortunate because even if I told you the information would be completely useless, trust me I know this better then anyone living or dead. Stop one incident and another occurs differently and usually with worse side effects. I have watched this world burn more times then I would ever care to count. These prophesies you want me to recount are nothing but echoes in eternity. The future is not written it is decided by our actions now and with prior knowledge it is changed. I have wasted my life in but three days trying to meddle with the shape of things to come and these cities are all destined to crumble. All we need to do is make sure they can be rebuilt. Detonate the Woking star and from then on you are on your own with your decisions shaping the future. I have seen this world burn to many times to endure it again. Let me die here so these echoes of the future I carry can fade for I am too tired to carry them any further."
28. Darkness
Their guns trained upon the reclining black robed figure before them the order was made to fire. Four clicks sounded in unison followed by the frantic scrambling as attempts were made to clear their jammed weapons whilst the mad monk smiled in amusement with crumbs adorning his beard. "So it has come to this" said the holy man with glee as the officer drew a sword and made to run him through. As he made his thrust forwards the lights immediately went out and the sword collided with an empty chair.
"You think you can stop what is to come, if you kill me your precious Tsar will die by the hands of his own people."
"Better he die still Tsar then a puppet of a madman" cried the captain as he yanked his sword free of the chair and opened his lighter.
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you" came the sinister voice of the monk as a flash of two eyes were visible for an instant in the darkness of the room which was suddenly engulfed in flames. The captain screamed in agony as flames consumed his body and seared his flesh whilst his men searched the room in a panic for their quarry. The grinning form of the monk was rushed by the youngest of the men who attempted to bayonette him before the room was once more cast into inky blackness. The human pyre extinguishing behind them. A splattering of liquid smacked the second man in the face before something rounded and fleshy caught him on the chin sending him sprawling backwards.
"Careful not to loose your heads" came the mocking voice as the lights once again flickered back on revealing the decapitated body of the younger man and the cooked form of the captain, Rasputin had gone.
29. Hunt
"Upon the wall of my lodge you will find a single empty place, that I keep in reserve for something that has truly challenged me where it was either my life or it's. Alas it remains empty and all the game of the worlds safari's and wildernesses adorn all 18 rooms. The joy of the hunt had left me and there was nothing upon this Earth to replace it until now. My fathers old estate will do nicely, especially once the bridge has been conveniently destroyed. I leave the finer details to you and only to you but your instructions are simple, find me the pieces of this game. Human bodies of a variety of natures, the more secretive the better I should think for this to be truly enjoyable. But one must be of a more supernatural persuasion, something from those Monarch men should do nicely. A werewolf or other human like beast which can hide amongst the others unseen and unknown for me to detect and hunt down in the greatest game of life and death. Let me know when the preparations are ready and we shall begin four days before the advent of the full moon."
30. Tear
Kenny looked out seawards towards the brilliant sunset. He wouldn't be found here he knew. Nobody went to the Ocean if they could help it, his grandmother had told him the fun they had once had on the beaches before the water was poisoned. Before the monsters came, monsters born from that which had his dad in the hospital. His mum had told him that he wouldn't see his dad again, he knew why. The place his dad worked had poisoned him, like it poisoned the sea and the Monster, which had made more monsters when they tried to poison it with the same thing that had made it they way it was. Couldn't they just stop if it was that bad thought Kenny, tears streaming down his face as he remembered the last look his dad had given him from behind the glass. He'd been getting better but they still wouldn't let him or his mum see him aside from behind that glass. It wasn't fair, none of this was fair and nothing was being done to stop it. He wiped his face with his sleeve, he wouldn't cry anymore he thought and stood up. As he did so he caught a glimpse of something glinting in the waters below, an orange flash as though someone was signalling him. At the base of the cliffs in the inlet, the waves seemed to be acting strange as Kenny watched them break and shift, shrinking and rising at the same instant. The water parted as something huge parted the waters and left the inlet dry. No not dry, something had moved into the inlet, a monster maybe. No, Kenny could see that it was rock. A giant sheet of rock that moved by itself and had come to shore right here. Another glint of orange light could be seen and Kenny could just make out what seemed to be stone obelisk or monument which jutted out of the centre. Nobody might go in the sea anymore if they could help it, but something told Kenny that this was not an accident that this had occurred right here. Drying his cheeks, Kenny made his way down the overgrown path towards the strange orange glints from the floating oddity which had cast itself upon his shore.
31. Drown
The sea lay open and boundless before Goro as he leaned over the railing of the Baru Maru and listened to the swelling of the sea as it churned against the vessels side. Sometimes it was very peaceful on ship, especially on the days with calm waters when all the work had been done. These hours where what a life at sea were lived for. He smiled as he looked out again but that smile died as he spotted a dark object off the starboard. After a few seconds recognition he cried out "Man over board" and soon there was an excited frenzy as the ship drew up against the mostly sunken wreckage to which a loan survivor clung. The man was near delirious with exposure and lack of water before he was moved below, unable to form words or convey anything of what tragedy had befallen him. Whilst cleaning the corridor outside the castaways cabin the next morning, Goro was shocked to hear the man scream in terror and found him huddled staring at the ceiling, clutching his blanket with white knuckles shivering with fear, wet with perspiration. Inquiring with shocked excitement what had happened Goro was perturbed to see the man grin with mania before hysterically whispering the same word.
"Gojira, Gojira, Gojira..."
Before he could learn more a terrible sound tore through the ship, the grinding of metal, the rumble of thunder, the roar of the Earthquake; it was all of these things and more as the ship lurched with a sickening twisting screech and water poured in through the ravaged hull. Goro was swept out of the ship still hearing the maniacs laughter as the Baru Maru was borne beneath the waves by a terrible dark shape which glowed with burning fires which boiled the churning waters around it.

Ah good evening, my name is ---Redacted-- and I am the current head of the Monarch Organisation, formerly the society for the investigation of unexplained phenomena but those days are long past.
Many of our Organisations exploits are still very hush hush but it appears in leu of this Season of horror it would be untoward to not relinquish at least a few of these examples to keep the general public on guard whilst veiled in the comfortable cloak of fiction. Some indeed may be perhaps viewed as potential happening's, for the more knowledgeable among you may perhaps be aware of more extraordinary sources of our organisations information. 
And now without further ado, let us delve into the select 31 examples of our organisations exploits.