Mr. Jarsdel started as far back as his memory went. In a place long before Charlestown, somewhere further away, more ancient, more mysterious in a modern city whose name has disappeared from maps, and even from memories of people whose generation have lived in those lands for centuries. The city became mythological, a story to scare young children, and an allegory where it represents the superiority of a state and how one can conquer another. Form there, Mr. Jarsdel didn’t begin from the beginning, instead he started from a rather different perspective, not of his memories, but of a woman he called Athanasia.
“Why her?” Stan was curious.
“It’s how I like to start this story,” Mr.Jarsdel smiled.
“Who was Athanasia?” Stan asked.
“She was one of the many people that lived in this city called Argos,” Mr.Jarsdel said. “She lived there with her husband and her sister in the only home she had ever known.”
“Is that the name of the city Argos?” Stan interrupted.
“It’s translation is of an old tongue no longer spoken,” Mr. Jarsdel said, “it is close to the real name of this defunct city. Can I proceed?”
“Yes, of course,” Stan looked ashamed.
This city was like any other city, it was considered modern and celebrated for its advancements in science and arts. It was as crowded as any other city, and as prosperity attracted many outsiders to its borders it also brought to it corruption. It was said, many strange people came to Argos, even some deemed peccant worst than most criminals that murdered for greed or hunger.
It was believed a butcher was running amok on the streets, devouring helpless souls. At first it was one body, then there were two and more began to surface. Many stories began to disperse. People became afraid and a curfew was set by the city. If someone wandered the streets it was by their own risk. But soon, the killers began to enter peoples homes and no one was safe.
Most people tried to live on as this panic took over the city. Athanasia, was among the innocent that lived in fear of her life and her family. But that all changed one day when the killer knocked on her door one morning. She didn’t expect anybody and had asked her sister if she did, before the sister could reply the door was thrown open. The killer, followed by four others that came rushing in. Athanasia screamed out for her husband and ran to where he was. It was too late for all of them. The killers had taken hold of her husband and her sister. They had captured her too and she watched helplessly as these killer tore apart her husband and sister. Their screams echoed in her ear. She died along with them soon after.