Martin the Last Necron

Chapter 1 ( Moving In )

Martin had lived with his grandfather throughout his childhood, and most of his teenage years since his mother and father had died shortly after he was born. He loved his grandfather and they did so many things together. One of the things they did, most were riddles. They would spend hours every day throughout his childhood and part of his teenage years cracking them. Martin would even beg him to set up riddles that he would have to crack to earn his meals. Over the years Martin got pretty good at cracking riddles, that it was almost second nature to him. 

Martin was also a curious boy. Everywhere his grandfather had gone Martin insisted he had to go to, except the only place he was not aloud, the cellar. No matter how much Martin pleaded he was not aloud to go down there for any reason. His grandfather always told him it was too dangerous for young boys. Eventually, Martin stopped asking to go with him when he went into the cellar. 

When Martin turned 18 he moved in with his friend Sawyer from high school about 5 miles away from where his  grandfather lived. Even though he moved away, he always went to see him as much as possible. His grandfather used to tell him, why did you move out if you are going to be here all the time anyway? Martin just laughed and waved it off. Martin is now 20 and has been living with his co-worker Chuck the last few months, who he had met at his job at the sawmill. 

Chuck and Martin hit it off on the first day they met. His girlfriend had broken up with him and so he asked Martin to move in.  Since Sawyer moved away to another state it left Martin with a choice to move back to his grandfather's place or with his co-worker. He decided to stay with his buddy Chuck because he was in a bind and could use a little extra cash. After a few months living together, he decided he wanted to get back together with his girlfriend and asked Martin if he didn't mind. 

Martin said "Go for it buddy, I was planning on going back to my grandfather's anyways to help out." 

"Splendid!, Thanks bro!" Chuck replied slapping Martin on the shoulder.

 Just then the phone rang and Martin found out his grandfather had passed away. He was stunned, right when he planned on moving back this happened. If only he would of went home sooner he thought, he might still be alive. The next several weeks were miserable for him. First off going to the funeral, knowing that his grandfather was really gone was heartbreaking, especially since now he blames himself for not going home sooner. But then there were also the legal issues with the house and his grandfather's belongings. After weeks of waiting and wondering he found out that there are no other relatives so the house and his grandfather's belongings were left to him. 

Returning back to the house he grew up in was difficult for Martin. He had a hard time packing things and storing them into his grandfather's bedroom. Getting everything packed away did help a little, but he was still heartbroken. He sat in the old recliner and stared into the fireplace, picturing his grandfather lighting a fire. A memory flashed in his mind about him as a boy. He remembered his grandpa always started a fire in the fireplace right before he would go check things in the cellar. 

A thought came to him all the sudden. He got up and walked over to the fireplace. He reached up into the fireplace and skimmed his hand over the brick interior and felt around. He felt an odd object just above the rim of the opening to the mouth of the fireplace, almost like a small metal box. He let his fingers wander a bit more and noticed a small lever on the edge of the small box and pulled it. To his excitement a key fell out into his hand.

"Is this what I think it is?" Martin said to himself.

Quickly he headed over to the cellar door and tried the key and sure enough the lock clicked and the door opened. It was dark inside so he used his hand to feel around for a light switch. Finally finding one, he clicked it on and the room slowly lit up. He headed down the small flight of stairs and to his amazement the cellar was a decent size. There were all kinds of old objects scattered around the room, none of which he had ever seen before. There were knives of many shapes and sizes, old jars filled with strange trinkets, different colored rocks, strange looking plants and other things. Martin was in awe of what he saw and could understand why his grandfather did not want him down here.