*****************Twenty Nine Days Ago*******************

Semus and Pergull two young privates and friends of Drexhel in his academy days approached, the cramped Tadeth apartment quite as it had been for twelve days, no lights, no sound, yet Drex was home.

”Pergull he didn't show up so there would have been a reason, you know what he's like” the sceptical voice of Semus sounded through the front door.

”Your right I do know what he's like” Pergull paused a second “Enough to know this ain't right at  all”.

A loud chapping on the door echoed through out the silent home “Dammit Drex I know your in there”.

There was no reply to the concerned call of his fellow soldiers but a rustling of old food packets,
accompanied by the hollow clunk of old tin cans Drex was home but he did not want visitors.
More heavy banging on the door continued was calls stating knowledge of his presence or of not leaving,
until he answered the damn door, the banging stopped, then hushed quick speech began with a mention of ,  blow torch.

Sparks lit up the hallway and a frightened Drex scuffled on hands and knees looking for something sharp.
The heavy metal obstruction blocking the two privates collapsed only to hear the screams of Drexhel,
manic wailing as he pushed himself into a corner curling into a foetal position, quivering, Pergull switched, on the light to see a catastrophic scene strange symbols written in blood across the wall, rubber bands,
stretched in assorted ranges some ready to snap with the slightest strain, Drexhel himself in a terrible state.
The wall decoration had been torn away as had the flooring all the weapons had been dismantled,
and a variation of pointed sharp objects protruding from the walls and ceiling Semus knelt down to Drex.

“Pergull, look at him” Kneeling beside Semus, Drexhels finger nails had broken in, half his armour, shattered in many places, a slug wound in his foot as well as several slash and stab wounds on his limbs.
His facial features had become gaunt, pale and swollen from possible bludgeoning they dragged him to,
his feet and no sooner was he standing than attacking swiping furiously at  the pair with a small wooden, carved knife type item, landing a stab into Pergulls collar bone it became apparent how weakened Drex was.
The two privates wrestled Drex to the floor and confiscated his weapon he calmed instantaneously followed,
by an expressionless face and a cold voice to match the eerie setting.

”I am your maker as you are mine for the last time I speak is our apocalypse”.

With that Drex fell silent the light vanished from his eyes and he fell unconscious.


            ******************Present Day**********************

Drex awoke in his institutional cell staring around the room the same rubber band design set up in the,
middle of the room it resembled something to hi although he was unsure what he spent much time, pondering this very thing perhaps it showed the delicate supports of his mind or maybe it just passed time.
They told him over and over he had taken a serious mental break meriting his detainment for his own health,
This did not help matters his recollection of that night was faded only a phrase that stuck during his break.

”I am neither here nor there, understanding is a limitation, knowledge is a godsend, my friend you are staring into the eyes of madness”.

This phrase had as much sense as the elastic band meshes he felt compelled to create, he had truly lost it.
The staff in the facility where all to friendly but in a condescending “I'm better than you|” kind of way,
Drex had no love for this place but he could admit his sanity was breached and this place helped in time.
He had once again been fixated with the elastic mesh so much that he had not took heed of the time or date,
As the door to his room opened and in stepped Dr.Ashell his psychiatric aid more importantly the person,
who decided on his release from this brightly painted prison.

“Well Drexhel I've reviewed your case and I must say you've made outstanding progress, all with the exception of these elastic displays and the fat you still refuse to speak”.

She paused then sighed she looked hopeful for the reply Drexhel wasn't giving up.

“Well today I thought we could remove this rubber artwork, I have the scissors here if you'd like?”.

“No then if you don't mind may I?”.

She quickly snipped the centre of the of Drexhels labours, as the elastic pinged in all directions  a shiver ran,
the course of his spine he looked up and with malice in his mind as the echoes and screams came crawling,
back inside his mind he looked to Dr.Ashell.

“I think I'm ready to go home now”.

Pergull always one for a party Drex figured he could use the outlet as it was the stress was beginning to take a solid grip. Taking a step over the door left on the outside of his cosy little home they made way out onto the noisy streets. Walking to slowly for Pergulls liking he gave Drex a slight shove whispering “keep moving you ass” Drex picked up the pace a little as Semus shook his head, Semus had always mad it clear he disapproved of Pergulls bullying ways.

“Why do you need to be so damn aggressive all the time” leering at Pergull, eyes narrowed.

Pergull laughed in a false tone before waving a hand at Semus disregarding his opinion,
“I'm only messing around, what are you his wife he's fine, ain't yah Drex”.

Drex halted “will you two shut your traps I need a drink, your arguing won't get that faster”.

Unaware of how loud he had been people around him stared as the walked past yeah get a good look at the crazy guy, ass holes. The street was full of an unnatural stink that clogged up Drexhels nose every time he was here, and the houses around him looked grubby tho in Drexhels eyes a damn site better than his own.

“We're sorry Drex, just happy your home is all” Pergull looked at him with blinking, fake innocent eyes.

“Pergull enough ok let just get this drink I'm sure he needs his rest” Semus shoved past motioning towards the bar drawing nearer in the distance.

“Sweet!” Pergull Jumped for joy at the site of the crap hole they drank at.

Drex suddenly remembered the stench on the street originated from the bar, the musky sweat of a group of heavy sweaty men and scantly dressed women accompanied by the unwashed flooring coated in spilt drinks and old cigarette ash. A few crudely built tables and chairs covered overhead by some weather beaten umbrellas where occupied by a half squad of imperial storm troopers in almost full gear other than there helmets which had been removed to get to the greasy glasses of booze they had been served. A few heavily build men with a look of trouble about them sat in the door way with frowned faces in the direction of the stormies.

“Looks like hell as always welcome home Drexy boy” Pergull laughed in a dumb gullible tone before darting ahead into the entrance.

Semus looked like he might cry Drexhel smirked at him.
“Feeling ok there?”.

Semus looked queasy with a hint that he might hurl any minute.
“Fine its just the smell” He gagged “I'll get used to it”.

Drex rolled his eyes the humour of the situation had worn of completely.
“You better I plan on doing this more often”.

Semus scowled and continued forward inside after Pergull.

As Drex entered a waft of the overpowering Reek hit his face causing his eyes to water making it all the more difficult to spot his accomplices. The noise of heavy rock music and the chatter that drowned that out it  now seemed lie a mission to find his friends, continual bumping into sweaty tattooed arms or hairy shirtless chests the wandering was now pissing him off, a jerk on his arm to his left spun him quickly to face the table Pergull and Semus had spotted.

“Sit, sit, sit!” Pergull yelled.

Semus had his head under the table apparently chucking up whatever he'd recently eaten. Pergull looked under and returned in a fit of laughter.

“I told him its fine no one would notice”.

Drexhel nodded then an urgent buzz shocked through him “Oi where's the drink?”.

Pergull laughed harder pulling a bottle from under the table Drex snatched at it but Pergull was to quick.
“Say please you ignorant ass”.

“Screw you Per” reaching out and grabbing the bottle taking a large swig and thumping down on his mouldy stool.

The three sat quietly enjoying there apparent dirt flavoured ale with heads tilted back or in Semuses case forehead pressed on the surface of the table.

Pergull looked up sharply “check out the bruisers staring us down, fight maybe eh Drex?”.

Drex already looking at the bar he'd finished his drink and was contemplating getting up to get another.
“I see em”.

As this was said the large beastly men started towards the table.
“Pergull definitely a fight, but I gotta pee, see yah”.

Pergull got up and shot off towards the bathroom leaving Drex and a sickly Semus to the four brutish men wielding large clumps of wood. Drex felt a tightness in his chest but per severed with his arrogant stare down as they reached the table nudging it aside leaving Drex sat on his little seat.

“Oi Skitzoid sitting alone talking to yourself” this one seemed to be deemed the leader of the party as the others laughed sheepishly at his remarks. Drex looked around Semus had up and left while he wasn't looking dammit.

“what not gonna say nuffin, how bout I take this log an crack you head open, might gets some words out then”.

Drex sighed, looked up with a malicious grin and charged into the ogres  stomach surprisingly able to push him back wards. With him caught off balance and a bit off luck they went toppling out the door into the street. Drex landed on top forcing himself upright he began throwing knuckles into the man's head, maybe twenty punches or so and he began to feel out of breath and knowing the rest of the aggressors would be charging out any second he reached for his holster, a look of surprise reached his face shit he had forgotten to lift a weapon of any sorts. In the time it took him to get to this conclusion the man under him had grabbed up his tool and swung it into the side of Drexhels skull.

He toppled over to his side, a piercing sound ringing through his head ass he saw the other three come barging out the door as the closest of the group kicked him square in the face from a run.
Drex fell out of conciseness the rest of this beating would feel like a pleasant dream.