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KMC Green Writing Competition #1 - Story Posting



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A red hyundai was speeding down the narrow path that followed into the woods. Inside the car was a drunk jock that played for Michigan State university football team. He was so buzzed that he couldn't remeber his name.

He stops the car in the middle of the road.He gets out so he can use a bathroom at a bush. He approaches the bush.

*Shake *

A squirrel hops out the bush and stares at the guy, Billy with with its small pitch black eyes.

Billy gives an angry expression"Get the f*ck outta my way you stupid furball!"

He kicks at the squirrel and misse in his attempted.

"Finally I can get some damn peace around......"

A low growl behind him interrupts. What ever it was it sound like like it was ruthless and didn't take kindly to Billy's presence. Billy slowly turns his head to see a 8ft figure hovering over him. Its eyes widen as drool drops from its fangs.

Let the hunt begin!

Billy runs off into the woods tripping over twigs trying to recover his falls. It seemed that fear finally struck the teen Every second he would look back to see the figure tearing past trees. He began to sweat due to the agonizing running. He throws off his jacket and continues to run. He looks back again to see that the figure is gone.

Billy knows its time to haul ass back to his car and take off. So he runs back to his hyundai.

He sits in his car and smirks.

"Man, I need to stop drinkin the booze!"

He closes the door and starts up the car.He closes the doors. Some saliva spurted on the back of his neck. He looks in the rear view mirror to see the Same figure earleir.

He tries to get out but the figure wraps its claw around his neck and starts to tear into billys shoulder.

Now its a struggle.The car shakes. The radio is turned on due to the struggle.

"Kill Caustic" by AFI comes on. The volume is turned high to block the bloodcurdling screams of the now dead Billy.

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*Bell Rings *

Its michigan stae university home of the spartans. A place for all typical teens to come up in a collge. Down the hall sopohmore, Remy Morales was packing his books in his locker. When he was finished he walked to go to math class.

On his way there he encounterd senior, Zachary who was a jock and senior, Darcy who was the cheerleader kissing in the janitors closet. Remy peaks into the closet "Uh what are you doing? This is janitors closet!"

Zachary turns his attention to Remy"Shut up or I'll...."

Remy ignores him and walks away. He then encounters Rebecca and Matthew who were also sopohmores. Matthew was smart and his blues eyes would charm most girls.

"What's up Matthew?" Remy asked.

"Nothing. Just gettin ready for clas. What about you?"

"I caught Zachary and Darcy in the closet making out. Thats all."

Rebecca smiles"I meet you two at class. bye"

Remy nodds his head. He takes out a comb to comb his long black hair.

"You know Zachary never acted like that when Billy was around."Matthew said.

"I wonder where billy is anyways"Remy said.

Matthew shruggs his shoulders. They walk to class and make it just in time.

After class.....

Matthew walks down the hall with Rebecca when something catches their attention outside. There is a whole crowd of people gathered by a tree.

It was so crowded that you couldn't see what they were looking at.

Matthew peaks out the window and looks at Rebecca."You know what they are doing?"

Rebecca hunches her shoulders clueless.

Matthew grabs rebecca arm."Well remy is out there. C'mon lets go find out!"

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Chapter 2

People and teens were gathered around the tree. Some people crying and some were just wasn't showing much sympathy as others. Matthew and Rebecca saw Remy trying to get past the crowd of people.

Matthew waves his hand."Remy over here!"he shouted.

Remy turns his head and sees his friend calling him. He jogs over by him speechless.

Matthew raised his eyebrow "Whats wrong? Why are all these people here?"

Remy sighs."That guy, Billy.........He's dead. I heard he was torn tto bits. Thats just a rumor. I reall don't know actually. It happened like two days ago after spring break. There might be a psychopath that did this."

Rebecca's lips cringe until a band of gothic outcast line up behind them.

Matthew squints his eyes with his focus on the balck colored teens."I don't trust those bastards. I don't trust them as far as I can spit."

Remy smirks."And thats not too far now is it? They probably did do it since billy sat there and picked on their leader, James. You can't skip to conclusions anyway."

That bastard deserved it. Remy thought.

Out of nowhere Zachary comes up to the crowd of gothic teens and knocks down James.

"You dumb sissy. You killd Billy!he shouted. "Your going to get a a** whoopin in front of everybody!"

Zachary pulls out a belt and whoops the defenseless guy all over the body.

Matthew shakes his head in shame"Lets go to the dormitory so we can escape this nonsense."

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At the dormitory........

The three were inside their dormitory. Its getting late and there are no more classes left. It seems that Matthew and Rebecca went into the same room to talk. Remy always thought they had a love connection going so he decides to go to his own room.

Remy walks down the hall with his hands stuffed in his dark blue jeans. He finally reaches his room.

He lays on the bed and turns on the radio to his favorite song by My Chemical Romance"Helena" Something about the melody made it unique to him. He closes his eyes and folds his hands on his chest.

*Knock *

"Who is it?" Remy shouts.

"Its Connor!"

"Damn.That geek always is trying to bother me!"

Connor was the geek tyrant of the university. He was just ridiculous. He was always collecting comics.

Connor opens the door.

"I just got this were wolf comic a few days ago!"

Remy shruggs his shoulders"And?......"

Connor gives Remy the comic."Did you know that werewolves can be killed by silver?They're real , you know that?"

Remy laughs."Your small minded. This isn't real. I wanna borrow this for a couple of days. Thanks!"

Remy pushes conner out of the room and shuts the door.He reads the comic.

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Matthew and Rebceca room............

Its looks like Mathew and Rebecca are still awake and on the computer reasearching Billy's death.

"You find anything yet?"Matthew asked.

Rebecca is typing away on the computer.

"Rebecca, did you here me?"

"Here it is. Billy J. Watkins is the quarterback of michigan state........."

Mathew patts his hands on the desk."We know that. What about his murder?Scroll down somemore."

Rebecca takes a deep breath."Okay. He was murdered in pinewood creek. The young man was found mutilated in his 2006 hyundai.His neck was torn out..........his arms were missing." Rebecca pauses and stops reading the passage.

"I can't read this anymore its too gross, Mathew."

Rebecca gets out of the chair so matthew can read the passage. A figure walked past their room. She finds out that it was the goth leader, James. It appears that he was licking a red substance off his lips with a bookbag close to his side.

"Uh, Matt that gothic boy just walked past our door."

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Chapter 3

Remy was in his dorm room reading that werewolf comic that connor gave him earlier. He was on the bed lying down. He was reading a passage of the comic quietly.

"This kinda interesting. I wonder where connor got this from."

A figure walks by Remy door and stops in the doorway.It caught his attention.

Remy gets off the bed and stands up facing the person with the comic well in hand.He gets a good look at the person and notices it is that James guy.

"What's good?"Remy asked.

The goth kid puts on a strange wicked smile."Nothing. But im sure Im going to get into something!"

Remy looks at the guy like he is crazy.What the hell is he talking about?

James walks inside the room and shuts the door behind him. He puts a chair in front of the door.What is he doing?

Remy jaw drops."C'mon man Im not gay I don't go that way sorry!"

James opens up the bookbag"Your in for a surprise!You'll never seen anything like it!"

Remy looks down at the bag that had something in it obviously.Remy shakes his head as his heart starts to beat faster and faster.Its beating fast enough where you can literally here it beating out of his chest.

"I can hear your heart beating! Thats what I want. Your blood bank.You know its a full moon tonight, right?" James said in a scratchy voice.

"Yeah why?"Remy asked.

James pulls out two heads from the bookbag.He drops them on the floor letting them roll towards Remy. Blood was coming from the beheaded victims.

"Oh my god! Thats Zachary and Darcy!"

Remy looks up and drops the comic in fear. He sees a 8ft figure towering over him with blood dripping from its fangs. The beast gives a roar. The roar didn't wake up anyone else because he slaughtered the whole entire school except for three people.

Remy gulps and backs away from the creature. The radio is still on its turned on to "Miss Murder" By AFI. The volume was high and loud.

What is there for Remy to do? Will he die?

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The Awakenings. (part one)

Horse Prairie -Canada
Spring 1999

It started in the small town of Horse Prairie... within a circle of trees deep in the forest a hole in the earth opened. From this hole the stench of sulfur clung to the air as an unearthly wailing emitted from this hole. The stars above began blinking out and the sun too blacked itself out.
As darkness covered the lands a black energy arose from the hole... the unearthly wailing became more fevered as black flames erupted from the earth. A living darkness ascended out of the hole and engulfed its surroundings... spreading death and destruction to the lands around.
The earth than quaked and trembled with tremendous force. The skies above were covered with blackened clouds that rained down blood upon the earth. All the waters of the world ran red with blood as the dead began to rise, hungering for the flesh of the living. Chaos and death reigned supreme for this was the end of days... judgement would soon be upon us all.
Fourteen year old Ryan Derrick Autumns awoke from his nightmare in a cold sweat with his head pounding... he always had a headache when he had nightmares. He didn’t know what it meant, just that it scared him very much. he got up and looked out the window, it was dark out but the cracks of dawn could be seen in the eastern sky.
Ryan called out for his cat “Mouser... Mouser, where are you?”. Ryan looked around the house for his cat, not finding him anywhere. That was when he noticed the open window in the living room. So Ryan got dressed, put on a jacket and some boots and went outside.
Spring season had started and their was a chill in the air. Ryan looked around the yard for Mouser. Rapid barking and snarling could be heard coming from the forest... he could also hear meowing coming from the same direction as the barking. He grabbed the axe and ran off towards the forest with his heart pounding.
As he entered the forest Ryan and was shocked to see his cat Mouser at the top of a tree... at the bottom their were three wolves snarling and growling at the cat. “GET OUT OF HERE!” Ryan screamed at the wild animals.
The wolves all turned and looked at him and Ryan could see that these wolves were not normal... their eyes were black and glowed with a black energy. They snarled and growled viciously at Ryan in a state of rage.
The biggest of the wolves charged at Ryan, as the wolf quickly closed the distance and pounced at Ryan. Ryan swung the axe and struck the wolf in the side. The backlash from the blow sent both him and the wolf to the ground. The wolf quickly recovered and bit into Ryan’s arm.
Blood sprayed everywhere as Ryan screamed and went into shock... Ryan felt something powerful and ancient stir deep inside him. It was as if time slowed down as Ryan felt his mind open and power flowed through him. Ryan thought of the wolf’s jaw breaking... a blue light flashed as the wolf lifted into the air and its face shattered into pieces.
The other two wolves noticed what happened and charged after him. Ryan felt like he was high and drunk... he felt power surge within him, singing as if it were a melody. He looked at the charging wolves and with a thought levitated them into the air and crumpled them into balls.
The wolves dropped to the ground and Ryan watched as a dark black mist came out of their bodies and ascended into the earth. Ryan looked at the blood gushing out of his arm, but he felt no pain. with a thought he willed his arm to stop bleeding and than commanded out loud: “Heal”
The wound on Ryan’s arm quit bleeding and started to disappear. Looking at his cat at the top of the tree, Ryan could feel that the cat was terrified. Ryan concentrated on the cat and commanded: “Peace” as the cat instantly calmed down. Ryan focused and thought of his cat floating down to him... with a flash of blue light the cat levitated off the tree down to him.
Ryan felt different, he was the same yet changed forever more. He looked at the eastern skies as the sun rose chasing away the darkness. He felt fatigued and drained from his new found abilities. With his cat in his arms, Ryan walked home thinking to himself that he would learn all about these strange supernatural powers he possessed.
Horse Prairie, Canada- March 21st 2001

Jesse-James Autumns looked at his brother Malcolm who was lying on the bed in pain... two days ago Malcolm and him had been out hunting when he was attacked by some kind of mutant cougar. The cougar had snuck up on Malcolm clawing and chewing him badly. The mutant-cougar surely would have killed Malcolm. But thanks to some quick thinking Jesse-James repeatedly shot and wounded the creature driving it away.

After getting Malcolm home, Malcolm was taken to the Hospital. All the Doctor's could do was bandage Malcolm wounds and give him something for the pain. One of the Doctor's had said that the cougar's bite was infecting Malcolm. there was nothing they could do. Either Malcolm would live through this infection or die.
Jesse-James knew that the cougar that attacked him and his brother was no ordinary animal. He had remembered reading about Shape shifter's and was sure that this cougar was a were-animal. Jesse remembered reading one of Ryan’s occult books. The book was titled Supernatural Entities and Creatures” and had stated:
“that by killing the were-beast who infected, the infection would reverse in those bitten”
That very night Jesse went outside, it had rained all night. The sky was covered in dark clouds, but Jesse knew the moon was still full. He would go out in search of this were-beast and kill it. He went outside with a gun and strapped it to his back and some additional weapon's.
He got on his quad started it up and took off. Jesse's destination was the place where his brother Malcolm was attacked. As Jesse came to the place where he last seen the Cougar... He shut off the quad and looked at his surroundings. He was in a forest about Ten miles away from home, he had found the place where Malcolm was attacked. Jesse-James could still see the blood stain's on the earth and the paw print's of the Cougar. Jesse loaded the gun and followed the tracks. After a mile of following the track's noises could be heard in the bushes. He could hear snarl's and growling... Jesse thought It must be that ****en cougar...
Jesse aimed the gun at the bushes where the noise was coming from. Jesse could feel his heart pumping fast and his andrineline surging. Than the creature revealed itself... he was surprised to find that it was not the were-cougar but a different sort of beast altogether.
This unnatural beast was an oversized wolverine that had a look of intense rage on it's face as it growled and snarled. Jesse took aim and fired his 303 British gun. The Wolverine yelped as it’s paw blew apart. Jesse’s hands were shaking as he tried to reload his weapon.
As Jesse was pulling the bullet's out of his pocket's he spilled them everywhere. Jesse dropped to the ground trying to find a bullet. The wolverine recovered and was incredibly enraged... The beast charged and attacked. Jesse threw the gun at the creature and pulled out his machete. The Wolverine leapt at Jesse and knocked him down and began clawing.
Than it bit him on the shoulder...Jesse hollered out in pain and stabbed the machete into the creature's eye. The wolverine screamed out in agony as Jesse then punched it in the nose. Jesse drove the machete in further and crawled out from underneath the beast. Yelping the wolverine bit into Jesse's leg and began slashing at him. Screaming in pain, Jesse felt his life flashing before his eye's... than an great power arose in him... It filled his entire being with living energy. He could suddenly feel the air charged with electricity. Jesse thought one word Strike ... As red lightning bolt's struck the ground all around him.
The wolverine unfazed, kept biting into Jesse's ankle. Jesse knew that he was controlling this lightning and with a mental command brought down a bolt of lightning that struck both him and the wolverine. The wolverine screamed as the lighting fried it and knocked it flying, the beast lay smoking on the ground twenty feet away.
When the lightning had struck Jesse it gave him an intense high and had healed his wounds. The wolverine got up burned and bleeding and took off running terrified. Jesse was amazed at what had just taken place. He tried to summon the lighting again but found he could not. Feeling like he had failed his brother Malcolm, Jesse got on the Quad and drove home disappointed.

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The Awakenings. (part two)
The next couple of days were frightening for the Autumns family. As they did not know if Malcolm would survive his injuries and the infection caused by them. After about three day's Malcolm's condition changed for the better. His wounds disappeared completely and there were no visible trace's left.
So Malcolm was let to go home from the Hospital. The doctor's could not explain his sudden and complete recovery. After about a week Malcolm began to experience heightened sense's of smell and hearing. He found that he had become vastly stronger as he was able to lift up vehicle s's... Malcolm had been working underneath his truck fixing it when the vehicle's kicked out and the
truck fell on him. Malcolm was able to lift the truck off of him with ease. He also found that he healed incredibly fast when injured. What he didn’t know was that his younger brother Jesse-James was going through the same experience’s. Malcolm went to his other brother Ryan who was an psychic, thinking he would know some answer's.
He walked into Ryan's bedroom demanding answer's Ryan what's happening to me? I keep having these intense dreams in which I'm
hunting in the forest for prey... That I'm a great beast who fear's none. And it's not just the dreams... Lately my sense's of smell and hearing have greatly increased and I lifted a truck off of myself like it was nothing
Malcolm take a deep breath and calm down. I think you may be cursed. Do you have a pentagram symbol on your palm? Malcolm showed Ryan his left palm and on it was a pentagram symbol made of welt's.
The mark of the beast' as some like to call it, indicates that you are in the early stages... do you have allergic reaction's to silver? I'm not entirely sure. I haven't come across any silver.
As you know, the cougar that attacked you was not normal... I mean you are experiencing all the effect's of those bitten. You have until the next full moon.
What do you mean I have until the full moon? What in the Hell happens on the full moon?
On the night of the full moon you will shift into your animal form for the first time. And it won't be pleasant either. It say's here that 'when a bitten shape-shift's for the first time they experience extreme pain and lose all control of who they are...”
Ryan handed the book he was reading to Malcolm who did some reading of his own he found that he would go berserk once transformed... That the beast will take over completely and kill all it come's into contact with.
So Malcolm began building a cage that would contain him when the full moon came. Three week's later Malcolm and Jesse had been outside working on a truck when the transformation occurred. As it began Malcolm felt an intense pain as his body shifted and contorted. As he was changing Malcolm cried out as he felt a sudden pop in his brain and an instant total awareness of his body.
He could feel his body contorting and changing and the great pain that this change caused. He found that he still had total control over his inner beast. He could not explain what was happening. Malcolm remembered reading that when the cursed first shift's into their beast form they lose all control and the beast take's over.
This was not true for Malcolm for he was still in full control of his beast. As his transformation was almost complete, Malcolm looked for his brother fearing for him.. He was astonished to see his younger brother going through his own transformation. Jesse transformed into a were-wolverine and as his body shifted into the were beast he lost all control, in his wolverine form Jesse began snarling and growling at Malcolm ready to attack and kill him. Jesse sprang at Malcolm clawing and slashing.
Malcolm in his animal form clawed back in self defense. Wounded and bleeding He backed off from Jesse and dodged his attack's. Then he charged head first into wolverine-Jesse and knocked him flying. Jesse smashed into the truck indenting it on impact. Jesse yelped and got up angered. With a otherworldly growl he leapt at Malcolm taking him down.

Ryan was sitting in his bedroom when he felt an intense wave of pain assault him. He got up as another wave struck him. Staggering he knew something bad was happening. So he tapped into his Telepathy and read the mind's around him...
That’s Strange , everyone in the house seems to be ok... wait where is Malcolm and Jesse? Are they outside?
He went outside and looked around for his brother's fearing the worst. Ryan could hear snarling and yelping sounds coming from the junk yard forty feet away.
Tapping into his telepathy he could hear the distressed thought's of his older brother
Malcolm who was in danger.
Ryan went running toward's the sounds. What he found was truly a sight to see. There circling each other was a large cougar and a overgrown wolverine. Whoa What the ****? Ryan thought looking at the two beasts locked in battle as they clawed and bit each other.
Ryan focused his mind and with a wave of his hand sent out a telekinetic blast that separated the fighting beasts. The were-wolverine got up enraged and focused it's
attention on Ryan. The wolverine charged at Ryan but before it could strike, Ryan
telekinetically lifted the wolverine into the air binding it.
Using telepathy he tried to read the wolverine's mind but all he got was intense rage and thought's of killing. The cougar was lying on the ground wounded and not moving.... but still breathing. Ryan tapped into the cougar's mind and was surprised to read Malcolm's coherent thought's. Malcolm's thought's told Ryan about everything that had taken place...So these “creature's” are Malcolm and Jesse... They are both were-beasts now and Jesse's gone temporarily insane. While Malcolm still has full control. Right. I better subdue Were-Jesse before they kill each other.
Using his Telepathy once again, Ryan commanded were-Jesse to Sleep. which rendered Jesse unconscious. Than Ryan telekinetically placed were-Jesse on the ground and cautiously approached cougar/Malcolm..Once again Ryan tapped into his brother's mind speaking telepathically...
Malcolm? Is it really you? Are you in control of your Beast?
Yes I am... I don't know how, but I'm still me. The Beast... I can feel it in me but for some strange reason I'm in full control.”
Ryan went to Malcolm and checked on him and already Malcolm's wound's were rapidly healing and the same held true for Jesse. Ryan knew he had to do something with were-Jesse...
Hey Malcolm, any idea where we can lock up were-Jesse?
Yes. I have a cage built that should hold him. It was for me but... How the hell did this happen to him? And why has he kept this a secret?
I have no idea... I'm just as baffled as you are. I mean a WOLVERINE? He actually became a wolverine! and you. You’re a cougar
Ryan. Get over it. This shouldn't be too far of a stretch for you. I mean you talk with your mind and move thing's with it too. Yeah I guess your right, sorry just trying to get my head wrapped around this. Let's get Jesse locked up before he wake's up again.”
Ryan then telekinetically levitated were-Jesse into the air and took him to the cage as Malcolm led the way.Malcolm got up and followed Ryan to the cage. Once Jesse was in lock down Ryan
communicated with Malcolm telepathically...
“This should hold him... Though we should stand guard just in case. we both love him... but we can't have him getting free and going on a rampage like a tyrant.”
Growling Malcolm thought...
I can do it. I should be the one to stand guard over him. After all both he and I are were-animal's.”
No. I think it would be wise if we both did. Seeing how in his enraged state Jesse was kicking your ass... Plus he just about killed you Malcolm... This way if we both stand guard... should he break free the both of us can easily subdue him."
Your right. So this is our life now. Two were-creature's and a Psychic. Make's me wonder if we are the only one's in the family who are preternatural?
So began The brothers lives as a preternatural family...
End

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Chapter 4

Matthew heard a roaring noise down the halls of the dormitory. It made him curious about what was going on.Rebecca heard it too so they ran out the room and saw a closed door that was Remy's room.

Screaming and hollering was heard in the room. But the music was draining out the yelling.

"What's wrong with remy?" Rebecca asked.

"I don't know!"

Matthew turns the doorknob but he can't open it.Kicking the door open didn't pass his mind at all. Maybe Remy was having a party he thought.Matthew turned the knob once more but no luck.

"You think those gothic kids are beating him? I saw James walking down the hall with a bookbag."

Matthew hunched his shoulders.

"Open up Remy!!!!!"Matthew shouted as he pounded on the door.

It was no answer.

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Remy's Room..........

Remy was getting chased all over the room by the beast. His bed was flipped over his dresser were knocked down. He had no choice but to keep moving otherwise he would be dog food.

Remy picks up a lamp and throws it at the werewolf.The lamp hit the wolf in the face breaking into small pieces. The pieces shattered onto the face of the beast and cut its nose, mouth and forehead.

The werewolf was rubbing the glass out of its eyes. This gave Remy more time to get himself out of this situation. Remy runs towards the door and shouts.

"Matthew. You gotta help me call the police or..."

*Bam *

The strong arm of the creature smacks Remy sending him flying into the wall.Remy was in critical pain it looks like he had whiplash. He turns over slowly to see a silver cross pendant that he had kepting under the dresser.

He remebers what connor told when he said wolves can be killed with silver. He picks up the pendant and walks towards the wolf in pain. Remy better watch here he's going. The werewolf pauses and stares at the boy for a second.

"You don't like silver!"

Remy is getting arrogant now that he knows that the wolf his backing away. Unfortunately remy slips on the floor due to the blood from the heads. His back is in serious pain.The pendant falls out his hand.

The werewolf gets comfortable and jumps on Remy looking into the eyes of his next victim.The wolf growls as its eyes ligt up to a tinted yellow. It slowly opens up its mouth ready to chomp into his neck.

Do something Remy!!!!

Remy throws his arm towards the direction of the cross pendant. His fingers slipping and sliding.Finally he got hold of the cross and stabs it in the monsters eye. The monster falls over on its back giving a last roar.

Remy crawls towards the door and pushes the chair out of the way. In comes Rebecca and Matthew.

"What the hell was going on?"Matthew asked.

"Lets just say I got .........*huff* hairy situation!"Remy responded.

"You feelin okay?"Rebecca asked.

Remy shakes his head."I sure in the hell don't feel like a million bucks! I believe that thing right there is your answer. It killed Zachary and Darcy too."

"You damn right. So much blood everywhere!"Matthew said.

The werewolves muscle strucrue disintergrated and transformed back to James. But it appears that James is dead since he had the Pendant imbedded in his eye. He was finally put out of his misery no more teasing or tricks.

"What now?"Remy asked.

"Call the cops!"Matthew said.

The three walked out of the dormitory holding Remy up on his own too feet.It looks like life won't be the same.

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two hours later.....

The cops arrived at the school and noticed no one was there. They went into the dormitory to check thing out. Every room they checked bodies were dead.There were two cops.

They reached remy's room and saw a boy on the floor with a pendant sticking out of his eye.

"Well I be dog gone. Who did this?"The cop asked.

He walks up to the body. He shines the light on the poor James. In a instant James grabbed the officers throat and crushed his wind pipe. As for the other cop he wasn't lucky either.

Just when you thought it was over. Legends never DIE!!!!!!!

(I like to put this like a movie so here is the theme song!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMOuXVWl1vI

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Here's my entry.

Footprints in the Sand

The ocean sang its melody as we walked slowly along the beach, a slight spring breeze blowing in over the waves. A smell lingered in the air, causing the bristles of hair in my nose to flutter appreciatively. My bare feet were covered in a slight layer of sand that tickled them softly and every time my foot came down upon the wet, sodden beach, sand squeezed in between my toes. It felt strange, but pleasant, leaving a smile on my face.

A brilliant, orange sun shone over the horizon, leaving a reflection of red and gold along the water as it set for the day. The waves broke along the shore, rather fiercely as the tide moved in, and water began to spray everything it could reach. I could smell salt in my nose and tasted it on my tongue as my lips began to dry. I licked them ferociously, trying to alleviate the pain, but it only got worse. I gave up after a while; there was really nothing I could do.

Next to me a woman was walking, her gait powerful, but elegant, all in itself. Her hair was a beautiful shade of red, which accented perfectly with the sun. It blew helplessly in the wind, adding an air of mystery to her entire appearance. Her eyes were a hazel brown, completing her visage in a most glorious way. She was tall and slender, but she held herself up proudly.

She continued her walk, her hand in mine, and I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. I was thinking of the first time we had met, on that ever so fateful day. “What’s so funny?” she asked curiously.

“Nothing,” I replied, as I turned to look at her. She was already looking at me and our gazes met. I stared into those beautiful eyes for what seemed like forever. “I was just thinking of the first time we met.”

“Oh, really,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” I said, as turned my head back to look onward. “I was just wondering what would’ve happened if we never met. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

“And me you,” she responded. I casually glanced in her direction. A smile had spread across her face, just as it had on mine. “If I remember correctly,” she continued, “You were pretty shy when we first met.”

“Yeah,” I repeated. “I didn’t think you were really someone I could talk to. But look how wrong I was.”

“It isn’t as clear as it was years ago,” she proceeded. “But I do remember it vaguely. Weren’t you working at the book store in town?”

“Yeah,” I said once again. “And you were one of our best customers.”

We both laughed and continued along the beach. The sun was still setting in the distance and it was getting darker now, the streetlights flickering into existence one by one. The memory was still slowly flooding into my head, just as the water was slowly engulfing the beach. In no time, I began to reminisce in silence.

It was about twenty years ago. I was twenty-one at the time, struggling to keep up with my junior year in college, working part time at a bookstore to pay for the necessities. I didn’t socialize that much; my schoolwork was getting the better of me. My major was journalism and as a writer for the school’s paper, I found myself trying, but rarely succeeding. A few of my better works had been accepted from time to time, but it was never anything that could change the world, or even effect the minds of my peers. Or so I thought.

The day was Saturday and classes were out. I was at the bookstore, working of course, and it just happened to be the busiest day of the week. It was the beginning of spring, flowers were in bloom and the sun was shining down upon the vibrant earth. College students were out in the town and on campus, enjoying the gorgeous weather while cars still sped along the streets and the sidewalks bustled with activity.

I was, coincidentally, in the romance section of the bookstore, restocking the shelves. I placed titles such as "An Enchanting Encounter" and "A Tyrant for Love" in their respective locations while I whistled quietly along with the music being played throughout the store. I soon found myself struggling to get a book onto the shelf, for it was stuffed full of other similar titles. I was growing frustrated as the book continued not to cooperate.

Finally, it squeezed forcibly into place. Seconds later, however, a book farther down the shelf popped out, almost as if mocking my solemn attempts. I walked over and bent down to pick it up and on my way down my head hit that of another person. I started, surprised by the intrusion, and slowly lifted my head up, forgetting the book on the floor.

In front of me stood a girl, about my age and height. What stood out most was her red hair. It clashed with the color scheme of the store, but I liked how it looked. “Um,” I said reluctantly. I didn’t have that much skill in talking to new people, or starting a conversation, for that matter. “Hi.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I was just browsing and I didn’t see you there.” A few seconds of silence elapsed, but then she added, “My names Kate. May I ask yours?” She seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.


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“Tom,” I answered. “Tom Scottsbureau.”

The Tom Scottsbureau!” she said as if I was some famous super star.

“Huh?” I was sincerely confused. No one had ever felt the need to address me like that.

“I have read your pieces in the paper,” the girl named Kate explained. “I like your work.”

That was a surprise. At first I didn’t believe her, but anything was possible. I guess she figured I was skeptical, so she continued, “I read your article on safety in the classroom. It was really good. Riveting even.”

Wow… So maybe my writing did have an impact. It was one of my better pieces, I have to admit, but it surprised me that she remembered, since it had been published a few months earlier. “Thanks,” I said enthusiastically. “It is one of my best.”

“That it was,” she agreed and picked the book up off the ground. I had completely forgotten about it. “This is what I was looking for. So, I guess I’ll see you around campus.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I guess so.”

It all happened so quickly. Kate left without another word. It seemed like something that would happen in a movie, or in a book, but not in everyday life. I never had, before that moment, thought about love. The idea had never crossed my mind. Could I ever feel that strongly about someone? Looking back on it then, I knew it was love at first sight.

Kate came to the bookstore many times after our first encounter, usually once or twice a week. I watched her closely, trying to learn more about her, but not too closely because I didn’t want to seem obsessed. I caught her glancing in my direction from time to time, but whenever I acknowledged her, she quickly turned in the opposite direction, continuing a conversation or delving back into her book.

I saw her on campus a couple of times, but never for more than a few seconds, as she would disappear into the crowd. It seemed as if Kate and I would never talk again, until one day, at the bookstore, she caught me just before I left. “Hey!” she called, running in my direction.

My heart leapt, and I almost choked in anticipation as I said, “Oh, hi.”

“I was just wondering… Do you want to go out sometime?” she asked as casually as possible.

“Sure. That would be nice,” I answered, trying to sound just as casual, but it still came out sounding horribly disheveled.

“Great!” Kate seemed honest in her exclamation. “How’s this Friday?”

“Fine,” I answered, even less casually than before. To me, my voice sounded a little anxious.

“Pick me up at six?” she asked rhetorically.

“Sounds good,” I replied, sounding even more desperate. By this time I was sweating profusely, but luckily she didn’t notice. Or maybe she did, but decided not to say anything.

“See you then,” she assured me and I truly believed her.

Kate left the store and me, staring admiringly back at her. I felt as if I could fly away. My mind raced with thoughts of love and my future. At the time, I thought I might have been thinking too much into it. We could have just been friends “hanging” out, but looking back on it then, I knew that it was just my nerves acting up on me.

After she left, I realized I had no idea where to pick her up, where to take her, or what to wear. The problem was easily solved, however, because the first person I asked knew exactly where she lived. Then I figured I would take her somewhere I liked and the local pizza restaurant fit the first date theme perfectly. Finding what to wear was a completely different story. I owned nothing presentable, so I ended up settling with a plaid shirt and jeans. Not the nicest outfit, but it would do.

The night of our date came and I knocked on her dormitory room door. She was living on campus just as I was, in the girls’ dorm, of course, so I had gotten some strange looks on my way up. She answered within seconds, apparently waiting for me, and I was glad I hadn’t dressed up. She wore everyday clothes, just as I was, and it was nice to know we both didn’t fret about what to wear.

We greeted each other and left campus, taking a detour through the park and in no time we reached the restaurant. We ordered and in a matter of minutes, we were deep in conversation. I learned many things about my future wife on our first date. She was studying to become an early childhood educator, or an elementary school teacher, to put it mundanely, which I thought was rather inspirational. Anyone willing to devote their time to teaching America’s youth had to have some driving force and courage beyond compare.

Our date ended on a good note and we scheduled another for later in the week. By a year and a half later we had fallen deeply in love and I proposed to her on Christmas morning. We married three months after we finished our final term in college and she pursued her career and became a teacher. I followed suit and became an English teacher, while writing for an online newspaper. We had three children together. My first born was a boy and my two youngest daughters were twins.

“Tom.” Kate said as she shook me out of my reverie. “Is something wrong? You haven’t spoken for over ten minutes.”

The sun had disappeared behind the shifting horizon and the lamps cast long shadows over the water. “I was just thinking,” I responded.

“You seem to do that a lot lately,” Kate joked.

“What can I say,” I replied, “I just like thinking about us. But as you said, our memories aren’t as clear as they used to be.”

“It’s getting dark,” Kate stated. “I think we should pick up the kids.”

We continued down the beach until we reached our car, parked directly under a glowing street lamp. I stopped in my tracks and Kate continued onward without a word. That was a good thing about our relationship; we understood each other. I turned to look at the way we had just come. Our footprints stretched on until they became hidden within the darkness and the only sound that could be heard was that of the ocean. A wave crashed down upon the sandy beach, washing away our footprints, just as time washes away memories. Memories worth remembering…The


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If You Leave


She shivered in the crisp night air, as her blonde hair blew in the cool wind. The first night of Spring was brisk, mirroring her emotions. She sat on the cold marble steps, with her head in her hands. Tears were fleeing from cerulean eyes, down sun kissed cheeks. Her lone shadow danced across the mansion behind her, where a group of friends were gathered.

~ o ~


The night was coming to close, and the party was beginning to die. It was never a celebration in the first place, more of a going away party. A group of friends were saying goodbye to one talented boy. He had been offered a record deal, but at the cost of moving across the country. After much deliberation, and pressure of his tyrant of an agent, he had decided to take the deal.

Inside the house, the group of boys were playing one last game of poker, before Kevin had to leave. Kevin was very talented at the game, usually sweeping house. Some said it was his ability to lie, others his ability to read people. No one knew exactly how he did it, but Kevin always walked away victorious. Lady Luck seemed to be on his side, for one last time, as Kevin dominated the table.

As the night hours began to end and the morning begin, the friends started to say goodbye, just one last time. Kevin made his way around the room, as everyone gave him their best wishes. After stalling for as long as he could, Kevin finally headed toward the front door of the house. He looked back at his friends, for one last goodbye, before reaching out for the doorknob.

She heard the knob turn, and quickly tried to compose herself. She wiped away her tears, while standing up. She didn’t need to turn around to know who walked through the door. She slowly turned around to look him in his eyes. She sheepishly smiled, as he walked towards her.

“Mel?” He questioned. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Well…” She began. “I wasn’t planning on it. But somehow, I wound up here.”

“You came to say goodbye?” He asked.

“Something like that…” She said.

“Well…” He softly said. “Goodbye… I guess.”

“Bye.” She choked.

He looked at her one last time. His heart sank, knowing what he was leaving behind. He couldn’t bare the pain he was inflicting on her, the person he cared about most. He had to go, he couldn’t look at her anymore.

He began to walk past her, heading towards his car. Her body turned around, to watch him walk out of her life. Her knees felt weak, as she felt lightheaded. She felt empty, abandoned. She hadn’t come to say goodbye, she came to stop him from leaving, and she wasn’t giving up.

“Kevin.” She called.

He turned around, and saw her shaking. He ran towards her, and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her cold tears seeping through his shirt. His hand clutched her head, trying to comfort her. She looked up into his eyes, with tears running down her face.

“Don’t go.” She cried.

“Mel…” He said, wiping her tears.

“Please Kevin, don’t go.” She said.

“You know I have to.” Kevin said.

“No, you don’t.” She whispered.

“I do… This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can’t pass this up.” He said.

“And I can’t pass you up either. I love you.” She said.

“Mel, please don’t do this. Do you know how hard this is for me? Do you think I want to leave you?” Kevin asked, holding onto her.

“Well, you’re not saying.” She softly said.

“I wish I could.” Kevin said.

“Liar.” She said.

“I can’t lie to you Melody. I can lie to any of them no problem.” Kevin said, nodding towards the house. “But you, I could never. You are my true love, the one that could take a lifetime to find. We were meant for each other. You make me whole. But I really need to go do this. This is my dream, and I can’t let it slip away.”

“Kevin...” Melody began.


“Mel, I love you.” He said.

Their faces slowly came together, as eyes fluttered closed. Kevin softly brushed his lips against Melody’s. A familiar sense of ecstasy swept through their bodies, as memories flooded their minds. She tried to hold onto him for as long as possible, but as soon as she felt his lips, they were gone.

She opened her eyes, to see Kevin walking away again. She softly raised her finger tips to her soft lips, while looking at the boy. She could feel her heart pounding harder with every step he took. She began to run toward him, calling his name.

Kevin stopped dead in his tracks, and stood there. He took a deep breath, before turning around. He looked Melody in her eyes, as a tear ran down his cheek. He took in her beauty, before turning around. She took one last step towards him, reach out to him.

“Wait.” She cried. “Who’s going to teach me how to play cards? Who’s going to walk me home from their concert? Who’s going to get me my chips at three in the morning? Who am I going to prank Brendan with? You’re so smart, so funny… How am I going to make it without you?”

“Confidence.” He said, getting into his car.

Melody put up her arms, in an attempt to block the bright headlights, as Kevin started his car. She watched in horror as the car began to roll backwards. She followed it with her eyes, as he pulled into the street. Their eyes connected for one last time, before he drove off into the night.

~ o ~


One week later, she awoke to the feeling of warmth on her face. She sat up in her bed, rubbing off the dried tears she still cried at night. She looked out her window, beyond the horizon. By this time, Kevin was surely living it up in California, making Melody want to just crawl back into bed.

Laying in bed, Melody heard a soft sound in the distance. Music danced its way up to her ears, as Melody sat up in her bed. She knew she was the only one in the house, or so she thought. The music only grew louder, as she began to hear footsteps heading towards her room. She heard her bedroom door slowly creak open, as her eyes shot to the entrance. In the opening stood Kevin, holding a guitar.

“Your Eyes
As We Said Our Goodbyes” He sang.

Melody’s mouth fell open, as she looked into Kevin’s eyes. He smiled at her, while he sang. She raised her hand, to hold her pounding heart. She listened to him sing, while tears built in her eyes. They weren’t tears like the previous night though, they were tears of joy.

“Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide From
Your Eyes
The Ones That Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes

How'd I Let You Slip Away
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes There's Something I Should Have
Told You

When I Looked Into Your Eyes
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies

I Should Tell You I Should Tell You
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In My Eyes” Kevin sang.

“It was the strangest thing...” Kevin began to say. “From the second I got off the plane, all I could do is see your face in the crowd. All I could hear is your voice, begging me not to leave. At night, I couldn’t sleep, knowing what I did to you. I tried to deny it, but I can’t function without you. So here I am, standing in your doorway. I’d like to make this all up to you, if you’ll still have me?”

Kevin smiled at Melody, while putting down his guitar. She smiled back, wiping away her tears. She stood up, and walked towards him. She reached out, and touched his arm. She smiled, while looking at him.

“So I’m not dreaming?” She said.

“Nope, this is as real as it gets.” Kevin said.

“But what about the deal?” Melody asked.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Kevin said, wrapping his arms around her. “Not as much as you do.”

“I love you.” Melody said.

“I love you too.” Kevin said.

Melody held onto Kevin’s shoulders, as he held her against his firm body. The two lovers could feel their hearts beating in unison, as a strong feeling of love flooded the room. The two smiled into each others eyes, before sharing a kiss. The small sign of affection was the first of many more to come.

~ o ~


Disclaimer: I cannot take credit for the song. It was written by Johnathan Larson, for his amazing play Rent.

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Flak
Joseph Xavier Ramirez

*Flips IDLE CUT-OFF*

*Turns INCREASED RPM*

*Flips RAM AIR*

*Primes Engine*

*Starts Engine*

March 16th 1943



My P-51 shudders as it starts; I myself start thinking about my family and friends. I’m about to embark on a very dangerous mission. I'm to escort a bomber flight into the heart of Germany: Berlin.
As I take off I feel the lighter than air feeling of flying, it’s my most treasured of moments every time I soar towards a mission. I soar over the English hills, its spring flowers beginning to bloom; Chamomile, a lovely flower, but I cant think of them now, the formation needs me to fall in. I spot the diamond formation of bombers 1,000 meters above me.


Within 30 minutes we start crossing the English Channel. My senses heighten as we get closer to enemy lines, I can hear the rattle of the engines, the smell of the burning oil and fuel, I can hear my fellow Co-Pilot praying to himself. As we start to cross into Belgium the tension is at its highest. *Cshh* "Keep your eyes out for enemy fighters" said the flight leader.
Just then, as if on cue, 3 Fockewulf’s 190s; the manifestation of an insane tyrant, scream out of the clouds heading towards the bomber formation. I release my external fuel tank and dive in to intercept. One German pilot releases a barrage of cannon fire at the lead bomber, bullets start to hit the 1st engine of the B-17 and I can see black smoke starting to come out of the bullet holes. I move in behind the Fockewulf and squeeze the trigger 25 feet behind him. I see the tracer bullets start to make contact with the enemy hull and soon the planes port wing is torn off and it starts spinning erratically. Flames start to erupt from the engine and 12 seconds later it explodes into a massive fireball. The German does not manage to bail out.

*Cshh* "He’s on me Jim! I can't get him off of me!" said my wingman William Clemens

"I’m coming just hold on!"

I attempt an Immelman towards my wingman. I see him jump out of the clouds with one Fockewulf on him. I think of how much I would love to take out that German fighter. I do just that.

"Break left Billy!"

As my wingman made a sharp left turn I opened on the Fockewulf behind him. My bullets strike the cockpit and the German plane makes a gentle slope towards Belgium below.

*WHIIIIZ* *Sonic Crack* *Clunks and Ricochets*

Bullets start flying all around me, I cant get out of it! My engine starts sputtering and throwing up black smoke. I can’t see out of my cockpit! Then my plane starts spinning uncontrollably. I try to straighten it out but it seems I’m stuck on a flat stall. I look at my altimeter as I try to unstrap myself from the plane.

*6,000*
I unbuckle my lower body straps

*5,000*
I begin working on my torso straps

*4,000*
I find that the cockpit release handle is jammed

*3,000*
I begin to unstrap my pistol and shoot upwards

*2,000*
Panic Starts to set in

*1,000*
I bail out and open my parachute
As I fall out of my plane, my mind goes back to a melody I once heard as a kid, a beautiful tune of indescribable beauty. At this moment the title of the song escapes me.

I’m floating in the air, my parachute flapping. I’m moving too fast! If I break my legs now I have no chance
of making it back to France. I stare up and I see the bomber formation, just then a bomber bursts into a massive fireball.
'I couldn’t protect them.' I thought to myself.

*Craaack*

I hit a tree branch and another and another, my parachute becomes entangled. I use my knife to cut the straps, and I fall towards the heavy underbrush below. My arm pops as I hit the forest floor. I crawl trough the brush barely able to stand up. I need to find shelter and fast before the Germans find me.

It takes me 3 hours of crawling to the west when I find an old farmhouse. I start to stand up and limp towards the farmhouse, inside I can hear voices. It’s French! I must have made it across the French/Belgian border. If I go inside the house they might give me up so I decide to hide in their barn instead.

I sleep for 2 hours when I start hearing their boots.

Their boots crunched on the grass each time they took a step, I check my pistol. I have 5 rounds and 2 extra magazines.

*Cchh* *Cchh*

I take a glance out of the barn; there’s 2 of them they kick down the farmhouse door and start questioning the people inside.
I have to take them out; if they find any evidence that I was here they will kill the people inside. I wait for them behind the barn door; I hear their footsteps getting closer and closer. Just then a rifle pokes out of the doorway, they both move inside the barn cautiously.

I aim at one and slowly squeeze the trigger.

*Bang* as one drops I aim at the other *Bang*

I quickly scramble out of the barn and run towards the farmhouse, I frantically start yelling at the people inside to get out. One of them understands me and tells the others what they must do. As they start scrambling towards their rooms to collect their belongings the English speaking one tells me that they have 2 cars. They will take one and head towards Paris. I decide to take the other one to Paris too but I will have to wait an hour for the farmers to go to make it seem that they aren’t aiding me.

As I watch the farmers leave I search around for supplies I can take incase I have to abandon the vehicle. As I find a pitcher of fresh water I hear the tracks of a halftrack. I curse and head towards the car hoping that the halftracks mounted machine gun won’t open fire on time. I start the car and head towards the west on the road. I’m driving like a maniac as the enemy machine gun opens fire.

*Whiiiiz*

Once again bullets are flying all around me, one hits the windshield and another the rear view mirror. I try to drive as fast as this old junker will go. After 20 seconds no more bullets hit my car. I’m starting to calmly drive towards Paris; I pass a sign that states that I’m 5 KM away. Just then, I see a shadow. A massive turret points towards me, my eyes go wide as I jump out of the car. In midair the tanks main cannon fires and the tank shell flies towards my car.

*BOOM*

My body goes limp; I feel a sharp sensation all over me. I lay face up on the mud, I stare at the sky and see the bomber squadron I’m supposed to escort flying towards England, minus 1. I try to move my toes; thankfully I can still feel them. I move my fingers, I feel them too, but I also feel massive pain, I stare at my hand. My fingers are black and one is missing. I keep staring at the sky and pass out.
In the darkness I hear a song. An eerily familiar song, I know I have heard it somewhere before, where was this again? This melody, I remember now, Moonlight Sonata. I drift back into unconsciousness.

6 days later I wake up in England. I’m in a hospital with a Purple Heart medal laying beside my pillow. Attached to that medal, there’s a telegram. I’m going home. The war is finally over for me.


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I wonder why 2. It has been past 24 hours. Only 5 people posted a story!

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hmmm... whats up with this contest?

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STOP Posting in this thread.

I will announce a message in a day or so. Just hold on


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The Canadian Hellmouth

Chapter One.
THE CANADIAN HELLMOUTH
- NORTHERN CANADA HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO...

The hillside churned and boiled with dark energy as clumps of dirt flew in every direction. The earth moved with a life of its own as if the very ground was breathing. Fingers broke the surface. Skeletal fingers gave way grisly hands and then arms. Dozens of dead hands clawed at the ground searching for something to cling to.
Many found there own tombstones, others found stumps but all managed to bring their gruesome grins and dead eyes to the surface. The graveyard was now teeming with grim parodies of life. Groans and grunts filled the air. The strong stench of death carried on the breeze. Had anyone been around they surely would have run screaming back the way they had come. That is, if the Death Knight didn't kill them first.
The bringer of terror stood at the bottom of the hill watching with hidden eyes. Covered from head to foot in steel armour so black it seemed to suck the light from around it, he would have towered over any mere human. This was no mere human. He rested a gloved hand upon the hilt of a sword he wore at his waist. The sword seemed to carry its own light, contrasting that of his armour.
Rise, he commanded in a voice that would have chilled the blood. I am your master and you are my armies. I have brought you back on this day so that we may clear the path and unleash the rightful masters of this world. This is the day of Reckoning, the day of Armageddon.”
Madeline awoke on the ground of the sweat-lodge. The vision still burned in her mind, her head felt like it was being pounded on from the inside... This vision was one among many that had been plaguing her. She knew some unnatural menace threatened these lands, seeking to end her world. She looked into the flames of the fire and remembered the day her life had forever changed ...
Madeline remembered that fateful day when a strange Irish man claiming to be a Watcher ”as he called himself had showed up in her village... His name was Shamus, and he was not much older than her. She could speak English, because her Father had taught back when she was a little girl.

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Chapter Two
This Shamus had told her that she has a destiny now and is Chosen. A champion of God, born to hunt and slay the evils in this world. The Slayer- a Chosen one in all the world, born with the strength and skill to hunt and slay them where they gather.”
Madeline was nineteen summers old when she was called as the slayer. At first Madeline did not believe this Irishman, but she could not deny the power coursing through her veins. And so began her new life as the Slayer. As it was soon discovered, Madeline was no ordinary Slayer... For she possessed powers to move things with her mind, and had vision's of those in danger from dark supernatural force's.
Madeline and Shamus had many adventure's and battle's together against the force's of evil. As fate happens, they fell in love... The result of their love was a beautiful daughter whom they both loved very much. This was why Madeline was here before the Village Elders. She came seeking answer's about her unusual powers, for Shamus did not know where her mind-gift's came from... Looking up from the fire, she asked the Elders her questions...
I know that I am the Slayer, chosen to slay the forces of evil... But what is not known to me is why I have these strange powers that no other Slayer has had before?... Why do I see these visions that tell me the future and show me the evils and where they gather?”
The Elders in the midst of the sweat-lodge had told her You are the descendant of powerful Muskeekee warriors, theirs was a magics to be feared... This powerful magics granted them untold powers and abilities... But over time this powerful magics had also corrupted them. Their magics became mixed with the demonic. Intermingling their blood-line with dark-muskeekee... Long ago your ancestor's had lain with powerful Demon's thus infecting their children with demonic blood. This is why you possess these strange magic's and powers. Your children and the future generations will also be cursed with this mystic demonic blood... Beware young one, though you are powerful I see darkness in your soul... Death walks with you waiting to take you into hell.”

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Chapter three -The Finale
This revelation bothered her, how could she be both demonic and a champion of God? Shamus had said the life of a slayer is brutal and short lived... Pushing the dark thought's away, she tried to forget them and focus on the matter at hand. She had come before the Elders and received her answers. Now she had to stop the menace of this Death Knight... Her vision's had showed her when and where to find the Knight and what would happen to the World if she failed.
Shuddering at the memory of the vision's, she remembered the ear piercing screams and the World covered in fire with ancient powerful demons roaming free... Her Visions had also shown her death and destruction pouring forth from the Hellmouth. Focusing her attention to the present, she set off for the center of the Hellmouth. Shamus had told her that the Slayer was always alone, but she was not alone in this fight... Her lover Shamus was at her side. Also with them was a small band of Native Warrior's and Medicine Men.
After walking for a while they came to a clearing in the forest. This clearing stretched out for miles. In the center of the field stood the Knight and in his hands he wielded an ancient sword that shined with living electrical light. The Knight was clad in steel-black Armor that covered his entire body. Shamus said to her:
The Knight is beginning the black ritual to open the gate-ways between this World and all others including the many realm's of Hell.
Taking in the surroundings of the Death Knight she saw that the Knight was surrounded by a handful of men, woman and children.. Madeline wondered what these people were doing here? Her Slayer sense's told her that something was wrong with them.. As the Slayer and her allies neared the Knight, Madeline knew now what was wrong with them. Upon closer inspection. She could see the rotting flesh falling off of the people surrounding the Knight.
They are the living dead. zombies, reanimated by the Death Knight's dark necromantic power. Shamus informed her.
Just then the weather changed drastically, black storm clouds covered the skies and lightning struck the Earth scorching all it touched... Funnel clouds formed in the distance, than the earth below began to shake and tremble. Below the Knight a black hole of energy opened and screams could be heard coming from it. The Slayer yelled to her lover: What is happening?
Her Watcher and lover yelled back over the howling wind It's begun, the gate's are beginning to open, the Death Knight must be killed and only then will the gate's of the Hellmouth close and lock once again.
With a look of determination Madeline stated Then we attack now The Medicine Men began chanting and banging on their drums. Madeline knew that they were invoking a magic's that would temporarily neutralize the zombies.
The Death Knight looked at the approaching Slayer and her allies, with a command he ordered the zombies to KILL ALL THE MORTALS The zombie's hearing the command of their master charged screaming in fury towards Madeline and her tribe.
The Medicine men continued chanting as a blue light radiated from them and began swirling around them forming a vortex of energy. The light grew brighter and brighter and then shot into the storm clouds above... Bolts of lightning struck the zombie's and all of them dropped to the ground jerking and twitching now completely immobilized.

Seeing her chance Madeline ran full speed at the Death Knight to meet him for the final battle. Stopping ten feet away from the Death knight. The Knight regarded the Slayer and maliciously stated Slayer Your little power is Nothing. You can never stop me. I will open the gates of this Hellmouth and unleash Hell upon this Earth.

The Knight sprang at Madeline ready to slice and slash her with the sword. With the speed of thought she focused her mind magics and blasted a wave of pure kinetic energy at the Knight, which sent him crashing backwards.

The Knight smashed hard onto the ground and the sword landed twenty feet away from him. The Death Knight got up off the ground with hate in his eye's. The Death Knight gazed at the Slayer and began incanting a spell. As the Knight quickly finished the incantation a bolt of dark-green energy fired from his hands at the Slayer. She screamed as the energy hit her in the shoulder burning her skin. The energy blow knocked her off balance as she hit the ground hard. The Death Knight laughed cruelly as his zombie horde rose from the dead once more.

A arrow struck one of the zombie's in the head effectively shattering the brain and disabling him. The band of Native warrior's led by the Watcher Shamus attacked the remaining zombie's. Madeline got up burned and bruised. She took in her surroundings and seen that the Death Knight was going for the mystic sword... Madeline concentrated and focused her mind-magic and levitated the sword into the air and promptly threw it away from the Knight.

Madeline was joined by her lover Shamus who helped her off the ground. The Death Knight yelled in anger and looked at the Slayer and began incanting another black spell... As the Knight finished his incantation he conjured a huge ball of black-fire. The Knight flicked his hands at the Slayer and sent the fire-ball her way... Before the fire-ball reached her, Shamus jumped in the path of the black-flames to protect his lover from harm. Shamus screamed out in agony as the fire struck him and burned every inch of his body. Shamus dropped to the ground dead and burned to a crisp.

Seeing her lover die before her eyes left Madeline in shock and disbelief. The Death Knight laughed cruelly at her, than using his dark necromancy raised Shamus's burned body from the dead. The Death Knight ordered the newly-risen zombie to kill the Slayer. Madeline made no attempt to stop the Shamus-zombie, she could not bring herself to attack what was once her lover. From admist the battling zombie's and Native's, a warrior fired his bow and shot a arrow at the former Watcher's head destroying the brain and returning the body to the dead. Seeing her lover's body drop to the ground once again stirred deep dark emotion's within her...

The Slayer felt an intense and powerful rage consume her. Her eye's turned completely black as she then levitated into the air. Using her Mind-magic, Madeline sent out a blast of kinetic energy which slammed into the Knight knocking him into a tree. The tree splintered into piece's as he slammed into it. Madeline than levitated the Death Knight into the air and held him in a bind using her mind-magics.

The Death Knight became enraged and began incanting another black spell... Before the Knight could finish his spell Madeline ripped out his tongue. She could feel her rage fueling her psychic gift's, giving her more power than she ever had before. Looking up into the sky and seeing the lightning, Madeline used her mind-magic and brought down a bolt of lightning to strike the Knight. The Death Knight screamed out in pain as the lightning fried and blackened his body.

The Death Knight was charred-black and smoking but still he lived... Seeing the sword thirty feet away, Madeline used her mind-gift and levitated the sword into the air... and with sheer force flung the sword at the Death Knight's heart. The sword struck the Knight in his chest slicing through his armor with ease. The Knight screamed as the sword began mystically consuming him mind, body and spirit. The sword flared with white light as it sucked in the Knight. The light died down and disappeared as the sword dropped to the ground with no visible trace of the Death Knight remaining.

The weather all around the battle ground was still storming and deep fissure's formed in the earth. Half of the Native warrior's were dead and six zombie's remained. The Native warriors were losing the fight with the living dead. Madeline took in her surroundings, there ten feet away lay her lover's dead body and twenty yards away the black-hole/gate-way was still screaming and vortexing. It was emitting dark blue light flashes and bolt's of black lightning.
Than the portal began sucking in the land around it. Animal's, dead bodies and other bit's of debris flew into the portal... The Native's were holding onto tree trunk's to keep from being sucked into the portal. The zombie's were not so lucky as they were all sucked in. Than one of the many Hell dimension's could be seen within the black-hole.

The Sword Madeline thought the sword had consumed the Knight whole so his power reside's within the sword now and that power is keeping this cursed gate-way open. I must destroy the sword...

Just as Madeline was going to smash the sword, a huge tornado formed from the portal and sucked her towards it. She was instantly lifted off her feet and thrown toward's the mystic gate-way. Just as she was going to pass through the portal into Hell she stopped herself using her mind-magics. As Madeline floated there inches from the portal, she knew she had to break the sword.

She used her Slayer strength augmented by her mind-magics and punched the sword shattering it into several piece's. With the sword-key broken the portal started to close in on itself. Before the portal completely closed, demon's pulled Madeline through. She was taken punching and kicking into the Hell dimension.

With the destruction of the sword-key the Black-hole closed in on itself disappearing... The weather above returned to it's normal state and the earth quit shaking. The threat of the End had passed... For now.

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uh... Wiccan999... Vinny said stop, two days ago in fact >.<

Sorry I havn't been around for this Vin, can I get a prize for considering it, however long after it's finished? :3


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