



She was surprised he had made it this far... so few of them do. She turned to him and smiled. It took him off guard for a moment. The smile was genuine. She stepped away from the table of torturers tools and stradled him, clasping onto his hands as if to confort him.

"This floating rock hurdles to unfathomable oblivion. You know nothing of this coming storm... it consumes all. I do it because I must. Because the world will end soon... but..." her malice emerged once more as she thrusted her hips forward, the denim snagging at his dried skin.

"Its gonna be a hell of a ride..." — from Ellestrom, moments before the death of October's latest victim. "Why? Why are you doing this?" He gasped. The blood ran down his chin from his lip and onto the exposed skin of his leg. The ropes that held him to the chair iched, his wrists raw and bleeding.She was surprised he had made it this far... so few of them do. She turned to him and smiled. It took him off guard for a moment. The smile was genuine. She stepped away from the table of torturers tools and stradled him, clasping onto his hands as if to confort him."This floating rock hurdles to unfathomable oblivion. You know nothing of this coming storm... it consumes all. I do it because I must. Because the world will end soon... but..." her malice emerged once more as she thrusted her hips forward, the denim snagging at his dried skin."Its gonna be a hell of a ride..."

Origins of Fire

In the summer of 1732 somewhere in New England, a woman suffered a horrid death. A serial killer and an adultereress, among other things, she was thin with green eyes and an angelic, angular face. She was mesmerizing to watch as she walked, gathering stares everywhere she went.

She was the best kept secret of the many husbands in her countryside town but the secret came out and when they found out she was the one who revealed it, they were furious. Her name was October Matilda Brooks. The details of her death are unknown, as she consciously forgot them. The only detail that lingers is the pain and a lingering phobia of fire. As a final farewell, her murderers tied her to a tall oak and burned it. Her final moments of agony were a call to whatever power would listen... and as a twist of fate... two beings would answer.





A Study in Scarlet

The first entity to answer frightened her with his whispers. A being that was almost impossible to hear as if he was trapped in a box. He offered her a great many things: a seat in his court, a ticket to the end of the world that tormented her so. She was tempted but she then heard the voice of another.



This second voice was something else: A lush vibrant voice of a woman In the throes of passion. She didn't promise the world on a silver platter... but she did promise blood. October is constantly pulled between the two as no contract was ever signed and sealed. Whatever black thing in the void calls to her, it never ceases. Despite this fact, it is The Red Maiden who forever has her ear. Her ashes littered the soil, and a strange event occurred the night after.



no records have detailed the incident, but for those who were there gazing in confusion at the sky, it was all to real.

A new moon hung low in that black abyss and the stars seemed to fade away in its brilliance. What is most perplexing about this event is that a new moon was weeks away in the lunar cycle.



October reformed, her ashes coming together in the dirt and grime. The reanimation was violent and painful. Many heard a wailing that would haunt them to their dying breath, the sound of it like a woman giving birth to horror.



October felt a power she never had before, she felt the blood of those who killed her. She could sense it as if linked to the arterial pulse. She listened to her red mother and hunted them all one by one, bestowing upon them a fate far worse than hers.





Chrysalis



The only solid facts are that she must return to the physical world, kill 100 men and women of particularly poor moral fiber, and return to The Wetworks. She must do this every 17 years and has done so since she awoke under the red moon. While this time passes for us, for October it is never ending. October is only 27 years old and ages normally. She spends less than a month in the metaphysical plane before returning.



She doesn't have a time limit on her kills nor does she need to kill in any particular fashion. She often chooses to linger between kills and study the times. She adapts her demeanor and method of speaking to hide her origins. Each kill she wears like a badge of honor but in the last hundred years, she has started to gain attention, both in the media and



In the 1940s the media gave her the nickname "Cicada" and immediately she took it to heart. She began to leave sketches and paintings of cicadas at every crime scene.



The meaning behind the name comes from the periodical cicada which only batches a new brood every 17 years. The members of the web see her as more than just a killer or even an anomaly.



The details of the bargain struck between Brooks and The Red Maiden are often contradictory and any time she attempts to explain it, she will fail. It's literally part of the bargain.The only solid facts are that she must return to the physical world, kill 100 men and women of particularly poor moral fiber, and return to. She must do this every 17 years and has done so since she awoke under the red moon. While this time passes for us, for October it is never ending. October is only 27 years old and ages normally. She spends less than a month in the metaphysical plane before returning.She doesn't have a time limit on her kills nor does she need to kill in any particular fashion. She often chooses to linger between kills and study the times. She adapts her demeanor and method of speaking to hide her origins. Each kill she wears like a badge of honor but in the last hundred years, she has started to gain attention, both in the media and The Web In the 1940s the media gave her the nickname "Cicada" and immediately she took it to heart. She began to leave sketches and paintings of cicadas at every crime scene.The meaning behind the name comes from the periodical cicada which only batches a new brood every 17 years. The members of the web see her as more than just a killer or even an anomaly. The School Of Carthage has been trying to catch her for many decades and others have vowed to kill her on sight. It is The Alexandrian University , however, that succeeded.

The University