The Restricted

PROLOGUE
1955
My name is Charles Carcroff. This book is my view of a restricted story of a devil of a man by the name of Harckenzfeild. Not many people like to talk about it still now 50 years later, fearing that the conversation will bring that foul creature back to Germany. However I shall tell this horrific story to you now, as I killed the demon and I expect you dwell brave at heart. Beware as you read, though so that the call of the deathbird at midnight cannot pierce your beautiful dreamless sleeps with the nightmares of death.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
I
Berlin, Germany 1905
50 years earlier
Under the stars on a cold night, September 6th 1905, in front of the old Berlin chapel tower. A man named Viktor Harckenzfeild, who was executed by a public hanging for murder of James von Minezt, a rich shoemaker. The Minezts were a very rich family and apparently Harckenzfeild wanted to be the rightful heir to James von Minezt. When he refused Harckenzfeild killed him.
 Soon before his death, Harckenzfeild yelled his final curse: “Though I may be gone, I shall break the Minezt family whether in this world or the next!” 
For years after this afare, I wondered about his final threat on the poor Minezt’s. I have now discovered the reason behind this black curse and it is explained later in this book. He was buried in an uncharted grave in Berlin by a certain Dr. Xenoeopoliss Satan Lucifer, who as I believe was a close friend of Harckenzfeild before his betrayal to the Minezts. After the burial, the Minezts gave a big whoop of joy for the death of the poor man Harckenzfeild, whom they hated for the death of James von Minezt. Many people thought that now that Harckenzfeild was dead that was that and no harm done. But O they were so wrong. So wrong that they were the first victims. It is the truth! I’m warning you reader and your soul! That was in September. Now it is Oktober. 
II
Marcel’s Lunacy 
The death of Harckenzfeild was the end of his evil empire of the darklight. However some strange murders were popping up. Soon Police Captain B. Larsz and his men had arrested a certain man by the name of Rufus Marcel, who was caught after curfew trying to break into the Minezts house. 
When Captain Larsz asked him for a testimony for his crimes, Marcel simply giggled. After more series of questioning, Marcel finally cracked. “My master gave me orders. I follow them. My master needs the precious blood…” 
“Yes, but who is this shadowy master of yours?” asked Cpt. Larsz. 
“Why, master Harckenzfeild of course!” was the man’s reply.
”Harckenzfeild is dead!” bellowed the captain.
 “Not dead, just resting.” mumbled Marcel.” 
SILENCE!!” yelled Larsz.” I’m through with your disobedience! Leave now! And gods curse you!”
“And same to you!” said Marcel. 
And with that the lunatic Marcel to the asylum of Professor Jaq Graves, a scientist. ”I’ll cure you at once!” But, even as Marcel was crazy, he wasn’t lying about Harckenzfeild. I had pondered over how Harckenzfeild was controlling Marcel even though he was dead. But very recently I did discover how. It seems that the criminal Harckenzfeild was not truly dead, so he was possessing Marcel from the grave. Now this is very advanced magic and only a very powerful wizard could have managed it. And Harckenzfeild was not a wizard due to my knowledge. Then he would have used magic to defeat me in the final battle. This is still a mystery.
III
Aftermath
My life had remained untouched by the murder of James von Minezt and the death of Harckenzfeild. Only one still seemed alert of the moving shadows on the wall, fearing that Harckenzfeild had returned. This man was Dr. Xenoeopoliss Satan Lucifer, a man of medicine and (as some people believed) skilled in magic. He was the executor of Harckenzfeild and therefore, feared his return. 
I however lived my life in peace, and had the luck of meeting a skilled young woman named Sara Keifsten, who was beautiful and very rich. Soon we were engaged. But little did we know but q horror was coming to Germany.
IV
The Awakening
No sooner had I and Sara been engaged and Marcel arrested than the great call of the deathbird came on wings of wind. Somehow in my heart, I knew that Dr. Lucifer had foreseen this madness. 
The deathbird came on wings of wind, in a great storm cloud on Oktober 19th 1905.He called out to the graves of Berlin. All of us knew something bad was happening. But I believe that only Marcel and Dr. Lucifer knew what was happening. 
Professor Graves had reported Marcel whispering the night before the storm “The master is close… the master is close…” in his sleep.
 Soon the tears of the deathbird fell from the heavens and lightning crashed. Yet one odd bolt came from the clouds. It was humongous with a bluish hue. This miracle bolt sped like a jackrabbit to the cemetery where Harckenzfeild was buried. And the bolt struck the very grave that Harckenzfeild was buried in. No one saw this but soon the zombiefied hand of Harckenzfeild dug itself out of the grave. His skin was green and scaly. His hair had remained untouched throughout the grave years. But his face. His once handsome face was now completely ruined. His one remaining eye had turned yellow and was red and bleary as he stared into the outness of infinity. His nose was now longer and much stiffer. His mouth was the worst part. His lip had folded over and many teeth (or as they were now, fangs). His voice was now slightly muffled and his eye shadowed over. Suddenly at Graves’ sanitarium something awful happened.
V
The Escape of Rufus Marcel
At the same hour that the demonic man arose from the grave, a loud scream was heard in Graves’ asylum. The scream came from the cell of inmate 58103, also known as Rufus Marcel who had been diagnosed with acute mania. “The master is here!” Marcel screamed. “He has arisen! The master is free!” 
At that moment the door of the cell burst open and a crazed Marcel stormed out.
 Captain Larsz rushed to Prof. Graves and told him of the breakout. “Well go deal with it Billius!” shrieked Graves. Larsz rushed out of the room to deal with it. 
Jaq Graves was worried and it showed. Never in all his 10 years at the sanitarium had a breakout occurred. He knew that Larsz could take care of it. Larsz was tough. He wouldn’t lose hope. 
Tearing down hall 100, Marcel was suddenly ambushed by Larsz and his men. “Your trapped!” exclaimed Larsz. 
“Come with us!” said an officer. 
A slow smile spread across Marcel’s face as he walked toward the captain “Oh yes I will come quietly…” whispered Marcel.
	Soon Prof Graves rushed down the hall, nervously. The captain and his men had been gone for a long time, and the professor had expected results. Sweat dripping off of his glasses, Jaq finally reached hall #100 were Marcel had escaped from. Soon a look of surprise came across his face when he saw the mess. All the armed men. Dead. Dead at the hands of a lunatic. He bent down and examined a body. It was the body of Captain Billius Larsz, his hat askew and his mustache drenched in blood. Suddenly Graves was hit in the head from behind and remembered nothing more.
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