The first demon to enter the mortal plane in nearly 2000 years found itself staring into the eyes of a half dozen South Pacific tribesmen, its face matching the utter surprise of the humans. The small, ape-like lizard screeched and made a hasty retreat from the ritual circle, where the island's local Shaman had tried to mix old magic with the new Christianity the missionaries had brought. For days later, the small creature was hunted, the local villagers cheering as they chased the strange creature.
They never did catch the little imp, and after a few weeks it finally found its way back to the nether regions the missionaries had called "hell", but the shaman's curiosity was piqued. Attempting dozens more of these rituals, he conjured up beings of light, beautiful naked women, sword-wielding bird-men, and walking corpses. When he tried to summon a "white" creature and a "black" creature (he was getting rather good at it this time), something terrible happened.
While the shaman sighed angrily at a wasted ritual, kicking the empty sand and muttering curses under his breath, nearly half a world away in Chongqing, China, a very surprised angel looked at a very surprised demon, and the creatures immediately broke into fighting. Though the "official" report was a terrorism attack, millions looked on as their city was torn to pieces by the warring beings, and when it was done, they wept at the destruction. The shaman, back on his remote island, decided to never again try these rituals, as they were a waste of his time.
However, Pandora's Box could not be closed, and within weeks hundreds of small-scale battles were beginning to take place. The first Lord of Hell, an ancient creature named Azzgoranotk, manifested in New York City, and an Archangel soon followed him. When their battle was done, and each retreated to their individual planes, there simply wasn't a New York City anymore, and the coastal lines had retreated several miles inward.
Naturally, the churches were overjoyed. After waiting for centuries, their message could finally get through to people without the chatter of secularism and materialism, and the gates of the Vatican City were opened to the masses seeking redemption. And when the seraphim of Heaven descended to cull the sinners in the lot, the Pope was smiling as a winged Angel plunged a sword into his heart. Nine minutes later, he himself returned, golden lance in one hand and a book of white flame in the other, and he did indeed grant salvation to thousands.
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Charley Thompson was sitting toward the back of the Greyhound Bus, watching as the landscape rushed past. Occasionally, the golden wheat fields would give way to scorched earth, and a few destroyed cars littered the side of the highway. But the fall sunset was still beautiful, and Charley paused from writing his book for a moment to watch it. It could be his last, the way things were happening anymore.
The bus was full of people who were trying to escape to somewhere uninhabited. It seemed like demon and angels, as the churches were calling them, seemed to fight more where there were people around, and Charles had somehow managed to get a ride on one of the busses that were headed for the largely unpopulated midwest.
The University of Oregon student had done this alone. He didn't have a girlfriend, his parents hadn't spoke to him in years, and he wasn't even sure if they were alive still. His best friend had been in Spain when the battles had erupted, and with the Telecommunications companies down his cell phone hadn't worked in weeks.
So he went west, where, hopefully, he could survive this madness. If it ever ended.
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14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by CR22 on Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:46 am
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Kira Walker on Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:58 am
The young woman stared out the window of the bus dismally, her expression blank, blue eyes giving no indication of what she was thinking. She seemed very depressed, at least based on outward appearances. In fact, she really wasn't. She was in a rather content state of mind at the moment, considering the current situation; the problem was that she was exhausted. She had slept barely an hour last night, and her sleep the night before had been little better. And now, after lying with her eyes closed since she first got on with no success, she'd given up on trying to catch a nap, and instead was taking in the scenery outside.
She wasn't completely sure of where their destination was. Somewhere remote, secluded, uninhabited. That was all she knew of the matter. That was fine; Kira had spent nearly all of her life in the crowded city streets, and a little bit of seclusion would do her good. Besides... after all of these battles, the people she'd known all seemed to have disappeared off of the face of the earth. It made no difference where she went, so long as she could survive there.
Brushing a strand of crimson hair away from her cheek, the girl turned and glanced around at the other people on the bus. She wondered if they were all heading to the same place as her, or if this bus would make different stops. She didn't think long on it though before turning back to stare outside again. She wondered, what would this place have looked like before all of the battles happened? She'd never know now, she supposed.
She wasn't completely sure of where their destination was. Somewhere remote, secluded, uninhabited. That was all she knew of the matter. That was fine; Kira had spent nearly all of her life in the crowded city streets, and a little bit of seclusion would do her good. Besides... after all of these battles, the people she'd known all seemed to have disappeared off of the face of the earth. It made no difference where she went, so long as she could survive there.
Brushing a strand of crimson hair away from her cheek, the girl turned and glanced around at the other people on the bus. She wondered if they were all heading to the same place as her, or if this bus would make different stops. She didn't think long on it though before turning back to stare outside again. She wondered, what would this place have looked like before all of the battles happened? She'd never know now, she supposed.
No, I'm not the girl your mother warned you about.
Her imagination was never this good. <33
Her imagination was never this good. <33
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ViVi on Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:24 pm
Jacob was in the front of the bus, sitting there listening to everything. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little book. It was a bible. He began reading it(in brail). He was almost finished with it. It took him a long time because he had to feel through the letters. He had been reading it since he was 20, and read it almost every day. He never had much time to finish reading it because he was on the move everywhere. He knew that reading is the least important thing to be worried about at this point but he didn't care. As he red this book, he understood the Demons and Angels a little more.
He then began to wonder where they were going. He couldn't see, so he turned his head and asked everyone behind him, "Anyone know where were going?"
He then began to wonder where they were going. He couldn't see, so he turned his head and asked everyone behind him, "Anyone know where were going?"
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Jewelcast on Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:35 pm
Anna perched on the edge of her seat, eyes continually scanning the interior of the bus warily, watching everyone, although taking in little besides whether or not they looked threatening. After running from so much chaos, dodging round so many of the little everyday catastrophes, even before this whole 'religious' mess started, this degree of awareness was almost automatic, leaving plenty of room in her head for other thoughts. She would have liked to get a window seat or at the back, so she could have put her back to the wall of the bus, but there wasn't enough space and frankly, she considered herself lucky to be on it at all.
She slipped one hand covertly into a pocket to count her remaining change. She had practiced doing so by touch, it never payed to be seen waving money around. Not very much left, she'd spent most of it on food and a change of clothes before she left. Prices were getting ridiculous, not that that should have been very surprising. Somebody near the front asked something about where they were going, but it was not a question she had any answers to. Anna fiddled with the straps on her threadbare backpack, then hugged it to her, shooting yet another suspicious glance at the person next to her.
She slipped one hand covertly into a pocket to count her remaining change. She had practiced doing so by touch, it never payed to be seen waving money around. Not very much left, she'd spent most of it on food and a change of clothes before she left. Prices were getting ridiculous, not that that should have been very surprising. Somebody near the front asked something about where they were going, but it was not a question she had any answers to. Anna fiddled with the straps on her threadbare backpack, then hugged it to her, shooting yet another suspicious glance at the person next to her.
Nindyn vel'uss kyorl nind ratha thalra elghinn dal lil alust.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ohhhhhallibaba on Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:02 pm
The back of the bus. Alone. Nobody except his guitar, messenger back and its contents. Nobody paid attention to his hazel eyes. Nobody paid attention to his long, dirty blond hair. Nobody paid attention to his olive complexion. Nobody paid attention to him.
It was okay though! Anthony was used to this kind of treatment, and wasn't upset by it. His drunk parents ignored him unless they were hitting him, so he left them, hopped on a bus, and headed out somewhere. Wasn't sure where, but it was somewhere. His headphones were around his neck, as he wasn't in the mood for music right now, not unless it was his own.
Reaching into his guitar case, he pulled his guitar out, tuned it, and started to play. The acoustic notes echoed off the inner walls of the guitar, and back out the hole in the middle. From there, the sounds echoed off the walls of the bus, and back onto his ear drums. It was a simple song he had written, but many people told him it was beautiful.
Tapping his foot to the music, he closed his eyes and continued to play. He really enjoyed his guitar, and really enjoyed music. He liked playing instruments, could play quite a few, but enjoyed guitar the most. Not caring if anyone was annoyed, he just played as if it was going out of style.
Anthony fit the profile of what most people thought a guitar player should look like. Besides the facial structure and ponytail, he wore the clothing for it too. His Converse shoes had a skull on either ankle, on both shoes, but his long, baggy jeans covered it up. His shirt was simple. It had sign language of the word, "COOL," with the letters underneath it. His light jacket had fit him for as long as he could remember, and its grey hood lay between his shoulder blades. He started singing now.
"What a life I've lived. What a life I've lived. Is this how it was intended for me to live? Why so lonely? Why so broken? What a life I've lived."
A few more chords, then more words.
"Sometimes it just amazes me, how much we take for granted. I never paid attention, I never really cared. What a life I've lived."
Those were the only words he written for the song, but it satisfied him. He didn't plan on adding more until he wanted to.
It was okay though! Anthony was used to this kind of treatment, and wasn't upset by it. His drunk parents ignored him unless they were hitting him, so he left them, hopped on a bus, and headed out somewhere. Wasn't sure where, but it was somewhere. His headphones were around his neck, as he wasn't in the mood for music right now, not unless it was his own.
Reaching into his guitar case, he pulled his guitar out, tuned it, and started to play. The acoustic notes echoed off the inner walls of the guitar, and back out the hole in the middle. From there, the sounds echoed off the walls of the bus, and back onto his ear drums. It was a simple song he had written, but many people told him it was beautiful.
Tapping his foot to the music, he closed his eyes and continued to play. He really enjoyed his guitar, and really enjoyed music. He liked playing instruments, could play quite a few, but enjoyed guitar the most. Not caring if anyone was annoyed, he just played as if it was going out of style.
Anthony fit the profile of what most people thought a guitar player should look like. Besides the facial structure and ponytail, he wore the clothing for it too. His Converse shoes had a skull on either ankle, on both shoes, but his long, baggy jeans covered it up. His shirt was simple. It had sign language of the word, "COOL," with the letters underneath it. His light jacket had fit him for as long as he could remember, and its grey hood lay between his shoulder blades. He started singing now.
"What a life I've lived. What a life I've lived. Is this how it was intended for me to live? Why so lonely? Why so broken? What a life I've lived."
A few more chords, then more words.
"Sometimes it just amazes me, how much we take for granted. I never paid attention, I never really cared. What a life I've lived."
Those were the only words he written for the song, but it satisfied him. He didn't plan on adding more until he wanted to.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Kira Walker on Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:45 pm
The young woman had closed her eyes again, intent this time on going to sleep. She knew she needed it; it wasn't healthy to go sleep-deprived. She knew if she tried hard enough, she probably could sleep. Yeah, right. She hadn't been able to sleep well on her own for months now. Medications had helped, but of course, being the way she was, she'd forgotten any medications at the last place she'd crashed for the night. So, trying to do it the old-fashioned way was her only option
However, apparently someone had a different idea. Just a moment or so after blue eyes allowed themselves to shut, music began playing from somewhere in the back of the bus. Guitar music, and shortly after, a voice accompanying it. Normally, if some random guy had begun to play his music on the bus, Kira would have been annoyed. Then again, most times she'd heard someone just randomly start playing, they'd been awful. Whoever this guy was, he was actually really good, and she liked the song.
Opening her eyes, she moved crimson hair away from where it had fallen over her face and twisted about in her seat to look back. A guy with blonde hair was sitting in the very back, strumming on an acoustic. Her heart panged a little at this; she used to do that stuff, all the time. She loved it, it made her feel happy, like she had something that she could do, and only she could do, because no one else had her voice. No one else's hands moved quite the same as hers did. But she didn't even own a guitar anymore.
Seeing this guy, and the memories he brought back, Kira decided not to bother trying to sleep; she wouldn't be able to now, anyways. They were all headed to the same place, she was getting the impression. Wherever that was. So, she may as well be friendly. Leaving her small bag where it was, the young woman stood up and made her way to the back of the bus, taking a seat in front of the young man. "Did you write that?"
However, apparently someone had a different idea. Just a moment or so after blue eyes allowed themselves to shut, music began playing from somewhere in the back of the bus. Guitar music, and shortly after, a voice accompanying it. Normally, if some random guy had begun to play his music on the bus, Kira would have been annoyed. Then again, most times she'd heard someone just randomly start playing, they'd been awful. Whoever this guy was, he was actually really good, and she liked the song.
Opening her eyes, she moved crimson hair away from where it had fallen over her face and twisted about in her seat to look back. A guy with blonde hair was sitting in the very back, strumming on an acoustic. Her heart panged a little at this; she used to do that stuff, all the time. She loved it, it made her feel happy, like she had something that she could do, and only she could do, because no one else had her voice. No one else's hands moved quite the same as hers did. But she didn't even own a guitar anymore.
Seeing this guy, and the memories he brought back, Kira decided not to bother trying to sleep; she wouldn't be able to now, anyways. They were all headed to the same place, she was getting the impression. Wherever that was. So, she may as well be friendly. Leaving her small bag where it was, the young woman stood up and made her way to the back of the bus, taking a seat in front of the young man. "Did you write that?"
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ohhhhhallibaba on Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:52 pm
Anthony didn't quit playing. He didn't even open his eyes. He simply nodded and kept tapping his foot.
"Yeah. It took me about a month, which is why I haven't gotten far with music. Takes me to long to write lyrics, which is quite essential in today's music industry."
He chuckled, and kept playing, opening his eyes this time. The lady was pretty, and Anthony missed the next note. He quit playing, and put his pick in between the strings of the guitar on the neck of the guitar, and held out his right hand for a handshake.
"I'm Anthony by the way. Anthony Ellis. So, um, does anyone know where we're going?"
"Yeah. It took me about a month, which is why I haven't gotten far with music. Takes me to long to write lyrics, which is quite essential in today's music industry."
He chuckled, and kept playing, opening his eyes this time. The lady was pretty, and Anthony missed the next note. He quit playing, and put his pick in between the strings of the guitar on the neck of the guitar, and held out his right hand for a handshake.
"I'm Anthony by the way. Anthony Ellis. So, um, does anyone know where we're going?"
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Kira Walker on Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:57 pm
The young woman smiled a little bit, her first smile in a few days now, glad to see that this guy was friendly at least. He might have turned out to be some jerk who would snap at her for bothering him; she'd run into one of those the other day. It wasn't fun.
A small hand grasped his and shook, her grip stronger than it seemed like it would be. "I'm Kira... uh..." Her expression faltered for a moment, and she turned to glance back at the bus driver. Ahead there was a guy reading a book, what looked like a Bible. He'd asked the same question not long ago.
She turned back to Anthony, shaking her head a little bit. "I don't think any of us are sure... just someplace more secluded is what I was told. Apparently it's safer."
A small hand grasped his and shook, her grip stronger than it seemed like it would be. "I'm Kira... uh..." Her expression faltered for a moment, and she turned to glance back at the bus driver. Ahead there was a guy reading a book, what looked like a Bible. He'd asked the same question not long ago.
She turned back to Anthony, shaking her head a little bit. "I don't think any of us are sure... just someplace more secluded is what I was told. Apparently it's safer."
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ohhhhhallibaba on Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:14 pm
Anthony sighed. Secluded? Why? Why was it that every time some kind of tragedy struck, they found a quite place, and took people their, thus ruining the quiet. Anthony enjoyed quiet places, and with all this drama and people being moved around, they were becoming endangered. The quiet places that is.
"Well, I hope they know what it is they're doing," Anthony started playing again as he spoke with his new friend. Her name was Kira, and her handshake was a firm one. "I mean think about it. Tons of people are dying, they move the people that live, and then those people die. It's an endless cycle to be quite honest." Getting frustrated, he put his guitar back in its case before he broke it.
"Sorry, not meaning to sound negative and depressing, it's just my nature."
He smiled and laughed, contradicting what he had just said.
"Well, I hope they know what it is they're doing," Anthony started playing again as he spoke with his new friend. Her name was Kira, and her handshake was a firm one. "I mean think about it. Tons of people are dying, they move the people that live, and then those people die. It's an endless cycle to be quite honest." Getting frustrated, he put his guitar back in its case before he broke it.
"Sorry, not meaning to sound negative and depressing, it's just my nature."
He smiled and laughed, contradicting what he had just said.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by CR22 on Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:15 pm
That damn hippy had quit playing, and Charles could get back to his writing. He allowed himself to relax, vying for space with the fat old woman beside him, and began to type again. At least writing could take his mind off the world's problems.
As his fingers began to skim across his laptop's keyboard, he immediately got the feeling something wasn't quite right. He couldn't exactly place what it was that made his arm hair stand on end, but he looked worriedly out the window anyway, trying to scan the horizon in the twilight. Frowning, he closed his computer and slid it into his case, catching the street sign that said "Lakesville - 4 miles". He shrugged uncomfortably, trying to get the woman next to him to move over. "Ma'am, could you plea-"
Something smashed into the side of the bus, and an explosion of flame erupted on the eastward windows. Charles' head was smacked into his window, and the woman next to him screamed as the bus wobbled on two wheel. Somehow, the vehicle managed to stay upright, but soon slid to a stop as the driver slammed on the brakes.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, Charley shoved the woman next to him out of the way as he stood up. His vision was hazy, but he thought he could see things moving outside. A white flash blinded him for a few moments, and when the afterimage faded, he saw a shining figure grappling with a dark shape. Everyone on the bus watched the battle in stunned silence for a few moments, until the shape overpowered the figure.
Someone shouted to get off the bus, and the interior was consumed in chaos as everyone fought for the exit. It took Charles a few minutes to get off, pushing his way through old people and young children alike in primal fear. When he got out, he stopped to look for that dark figure, and couldn't see it. Pausing, he looked around for some sign of leadership.
As his fingers began to skim across his laptop's keyboard, he immediately got the feeling something wasn't quite right. He couldn't exactly place what it was that made his arm hair stand on end, but he looked worriedly out the window anyway, trying to scan the horizon in the twilight. Frowning, he closed his computer and slid it into his case, catching the street sign that said "Lakesville - 4 miles". He shrugged uncomfortably, trying to get the woman next to him to move over. "Ma'am, could you plea-"
Something smashed into the side of the bus, and an explosion of flame erupted on the eastward windows. Charles' head was smacked into his window, and the woman next to him screamed as the bus wobbled on two wheel. Somehow, the vehicle managed to stay upright, but soon slid to a stop as the driver slammed on the brakes.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, Charley shoved the woman next to him out of the way as he stood up. His vision was hazy, but he thought he could see things moving outside. A white flash blinded him for a few moments, and when the afterimage faded, he saw a shining figure grappling with a dark shape. Everyone on the bus watched the battle in stunned silence for a few moments, until the shape overpowered the figure.
Someone shouted to get off the bus, and the interior was consumed in chaos as everyone fought for the exit. It took Charles a few minutes to get off, pushing his way through old people and young children alike in primal fear. When he got out, he stopped to look for that dark figure, and couldn't see it. Pausing, he looked around for some sign of leadership.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ohhhhhallibaba on Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:21 pm
Anthony's first concern was his guitar. Then his art supplies and books, then Kira, then his own life. After coming to the conclusion that everything on his list of priorites was okay, he looked twoards the front of the bus. Everyone was scrambling to get off the bus, and it seemed like it was a deathtrap to get off at the front of the bus. Turning to his side, he kicked out the window. Both Anthony and Kira would be small enough to fit through, and it would be safer. He tossed his backpack out the window, then his guitar. He grabbed Kira's hand.
"Climb though the window. It's safer than the door."
He climbed through the window, and waited for Kira to follow suit.
"C'mon. I'll catch you."
"Climb though the window. It's safer than the door."
He climbed through the window, and waited for Kira to follow suit.
"C'mon. I'll catch you."
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Kira Walker on Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:38 pm
For a moment, Kira was left paralyzed, struck motionless by the grappling figures outside. She'd never been witness to one of these battles; she'd heard of them, oh, everyone had heard of them. But there it was, right in front of her. For a moment, she was terrified, a voice in her head telling her that she was about to die. However, she was brought back to reality by the feeling of Anthony gripping her hand, then shouting something to her.
The girl forced herself to pay attention and glanced out the window. He was on the ground, waiting for her to come out afterwards. One quick glance towards the entrance of the bus and she knew that his idea was better. But...
"Shit! Wait!" She'd left her bag in her seat. Turning away from the window, she rushed back, pushing through the people trying to get to the bus entrance until she got to her seat in the middle, slightly bruised now from how careless everyone was getting in their struggle.Her hand closed around the drawstring, and she pulled herself up, climbing over the seats this time instead of trying to make her way through the aisle. It was quicker, and she managed to make it back to the window without getting any more beaten up.
Slipping the bag over her shoulder, the young woman pushed herself out of the window, landing next to Anthony; she stumbled a tiny bit when she landed, but was more or less alright. The fall wasn't as big as she'd thought. With that out of the way, her eyes were immediately drawn back to the battle. She wasn't sure who she should hope would win; either of the two seemed just as likely to kill them. But if they didn't stop soon... they'd probably end up dead anyways.
The girl forced herself to pay attention and glanced out the window. He was on the ground, waiting for her to come out afterwards. One quick glance towards the entrance of the bus and she knew that his idea was better. But...
"Shit! Wait!" She'd left her bag in her seat. Turning away from the window, she rushed back, pushing through the people trying to get to the bus entrance until she got to her seat in the middle, slightly bruised now from how careless everyone was getting in their struggle.Her hand closed around the drawstring, and she pulled herself up, climbing over the seats this time instead of trying to make her way through the aisle. It was quicker, and she managed to make it back to the window without getting any more beaten up.
Slipping the bag over her shoulder, the young woman pushed herself out of the window, landing next to Anthony; she stumbled a tiny bit when she landed, but was more or less alright. The fall wasn't as big as she'd thought. With that out of the way, her eyes were immediately drawn back to the battle. She wasn't sure who she should hope would win; either of the two seemed just as likely to kill them. But if they didn't stop soon... they'd probably end up dead anyways.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Jewelcast on Thu Aug 14, 2008 3:49 pm
A few months ago, Anna might have sworn. Today, she just grabbed her rucksack and dived for the nearest exit, which happened to be over another passenger and through a broken window. She picked up a minor scratch on the way past the broken glass, and a number of grazes as she hit the floor, but she rolled to minimise the impact. She was on her feet in seconds, injuries ignored for the moment. There were more pressing issues at hand. Lots of people were piling out, via the doors and the same way she had come. That guy with the guitar was close to her, and a bunch of others. She did the only thing that seemed sensible, picked up her heels and fled from the carnage, turning back to yell as she did so. "Run! Don't get caught in that!"
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ohhhhhallibaba on Thu Aug 14, 2008 5:33 pm
Anthony looked up as more and more people started to use his idea. They were, not only, using his window, but kicking out other ones as well.
"Run! Don't get caught in that!"
The voice and the statement both brought Anthony back into reality. He slung his messenger bag over his right shoulder, and it hung at his left side. He put his guitar strap on his right shoulder as well, and grabbed Kira's hand again.
"C'mon! Let's go before we get involved!"
"Run! Don't get caught in that!"
The voice and the statement both brought Anthony back into reality. He slung his messenger bag over his right shoulder, and it hung at his left side. He put his guitar strap on his right shoulder as well, and grabbed Kira's hand again.
"C'mon! Let's go before we get involved!"
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by 7achary on Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:40 pm
Daniel had been reading yesterday's newspaper when they were struck. After a moment of disorientation he stood and put away his reading glasses. Looking around he noticed people giving directions and climbing out of windows. People were frantic and the directions were along the same venue. Daniel kicked out his own window, as he got out he shouted,"Everyone stay together! After we've gotten away I'll check the injured."
Reaching into the bus for his bag, Daniel noticed a college student lugging a laptop bag and some other luggage. After pulling out his own bag and giving the student a hand, Daniel ushered him along with the other dazed people headed west. "If any of you get seperated, call 239-581-3063!"
Daniel heard a whimpering sound on the other side of the bus. He ran to the side to see:
A study in angelic beauty was being set upon by the most disturbingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The angel's bruises stood out on her pale smooth skin Her wings were bent and broken, feather's littering the ground. The woman that straddled the angel had a body that was seductive in every manner possible. Even as she attacked the angel she seemed to beckon him with every slight shift and movement.
Flash
The demon's blackened horns blocked out the sun as it turned towards Daniel. It's large calloused hands holding the angel like an adult abusing a child.
"O-oh my God!" Daniel sputtered before running to the other side of the bus.
The demon's laughter followed him mockingly from behind. That was when the shredding sound began.
Reaching into the bus for his bag, Daniel noticed a college student lugging a laptop bag and some other luggage. After pulling out his own bag and giving the student a hand, Daniel ushered him along with the other dazed people headed west. "If any of you get seperated, call 239-581-3063!"
Daniel heard a whimpering sound on the other side of the bus. He ran to the side to see:
A study in angelic beauty was being set upon by the most disturbingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The angel's bruises stood out on her pale smooth skin Her wings were bent and broken, feather's littering the ground. The woman that straddled the angel had a body that was seductive in every manner possible. Even as she attacked the angel she seemed to beckon him with every slight shift and movement.
Flash
The demon's blackened horns blocked out the sun as it turned towards Daniel. It's large calloused hands holding the angel like an adult abusing a child.
"O-oh my God!" Daniel sputtered before running to the other side of the bus.
The demon's laughter followed him mockingly from behind. That was when the shredding sound began.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by CR22 on Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:28 pm
"Using what?" Charles jeered, frowning at the man who had spoken. "The towers have been dead for weeks." He kept moving anyway, and picked up the pace quite a bit when he heard the awful ripping noises.
The crowd of people moved steadily down the road for fifteen minutes, some of the elderly and very young left behind, with family members staying with them to urge them on or even attempt to carry them. They were walking, and occasionally jogging, at a brisk pace, instinctively staying together, like sheep...or cattle.
However, their pace slowed to a halt when they reached the pile of cars in the road. At least seven vehicles had been totaled some time ago, a chain collision killing or mortally wounding the drivers involved. Charles turned green as he saw a severed hand on the pavement, a wedding band still on the finger. "Keep moving, just a wreck!" someone shouted at the front, and the crowd slowly began to crawl through the wreckage, some climbing over the hoods of cars while others negotiated pathways.
As Charles was climbing over the hood of a sedan, he paused for a moment, and looked through the broken windshield. He'd managed to avoid the morbid curiosity to examine the bodies, but now he nearly threw up at what he saw. The corpse of a woman, badly burnt, was sprawled in the back. He couldn't quite place it, but something was very, very wrong about the picture. It wasn't until the corpse's hand twitched, and flames sparked from the dead digits, that he realized what it was.
The car hadn't been burned.
He immediately bolted, moving his slightly-overweight frame as fast as he'd ever moved before across cars. Behind him, he heard screams and yells, and felt the warm heat at his back as flames erupted from the car. "The town's only a few miles away, run!" a voice cried up front, and Charles complied, dashing as fast as he could from the wreckage.
The crowd of people moved steadily down the road for fifteen minutes, some of the elderly and very young left behind, with family members staying with them to urge them on or even attempt to carry them. They were walking, and occasionally jogging, at a brisk pace, instinctively staying together, like sheep...or cattle.
However, their pace slowed to a halt when they reached the pile of cars in the road. At least seven vehicles had been totaled some time ago, a chain collision killing or mortally wounding the drivers involved. Charles turned green as he saw a severed hand on the pavement, a wedding band still on the finger. "Keep moving, just a wreck!" someone shouted at the front, and the crowd slowly began to crawl through the wreckage, some climbing over the hoods of cars while others negotiated pathways.
As Charles was climbing over the hood of a sedan, he paused for a moment, and looked through the broken windshield. He'd managed to avoid the morbid curiosity to examine the bodies, but now he nearly threw up at what he saw. The corpse of a woman, badly burnt, was sprawled in the back. He couldn't quite place it, but something was very, very wrong about the picture. It wasn't until the corpse's hand twitched, and flames sparked from the dead digits, that he realized what it was.
The car hadn't been burned.
He immediately bolted, moving his slightly-overweight frame as fast as he'd ever moved before across cars. Behind him, he heard screams and yells, and felt the warm heat at his back as flames erupted from the car. "The town's only a few miles away, run!" a voice cried up front, and Charles complied, dashing as fast as he could from the wreckage.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by Kira Walker on Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:43 pm
Kira had chosen to follow along with Anthony, fighting down the urge to crumble down onto her knees after what she'd just seen, straining to keep herself at least somewhat collected. They'd been going somewhere to get away from this, the battles, the waring, and what had happened? They'd gotten tossed right directly into the middle of it. Irony bites like a bitch. The young woman sighed, hugging herself idly, her arms very slightly chilly from the breeze now. She wasn't too cold though; the pace they were moving at was keeping her warm.
The group suddenly stopped as they came upon what looked like a huge motor accident, the wrecked remains of multiple cars and their occupants strewn across the road. As the group continued on, blue eyes cast around, natural fear and awe making her look at the wreckage; she caught a glimpse of a mangled body, however, and immeiately forced herself to look straight ahead to the other people only, fighting the urge to be sick.
They were just past the pile of cars, and Kira was beginning to wonder where they were heading to, when she head someone scream at them to run and a sudden light and heat from behind. Surprised, the eighteen-year-old turned just long enough to catch a glimpse of another passenger on the bus, a student with a computer, and a flaming, mangled corpse, turning to look at the group; a demon? Is that what that was? It must have been... what else could it be?
She was frozen, but only for a moment, then as the student ran and passed by her she came to her senses again and turned, bolting down the street as if her life depended on it. Her grip on the small bag tightened; she couldn't lose this now, not now. Actually, she couldn't help but wonder at a time like this, when she ought not to have been thinking much at all, if this thing would even work for her. As she ran, the girl unstrung the tiny bag and left it behind, pulling out nothing spectacular, certainly not something anyone would think she ought to have cared about right now: a silver crucifix on a chain, a necklace. She gripped it tightly, saying a silent prayer, hoping that having faith would be enough to save her right now, and quickly clasped the cross around her neck. At least, if she died, that stupid demon would know she wasn't rooting for it.
The group suddenly stopped as they came upon what looked like a huge motor accident, the wrecked remains of multiple cars and their occupants strewn across the road. As the group continued on, blue eyes cast around, natural fear and awe making her look at the wreckage; she caught a glimpse of a mangled body, however, and immeiately forced herself to look straight ahead to the other people only, fighting the urge to be sick.
They were just past the pile of cars, and Kira was beginning to wonder where they were heading to, when she head someone scream at them to run and a sudden light and heat from behind. Surprised, the eighteen-year-old turned just long enough to catch a glimpse of another passenger on the bus, a student with a computer, and a flaming, mangled corpse, turning to look at the group; a demon? Is that what that was? It must have been... what else could it be?
She was frozen, but only for a moment, then as the student ran and passed by her she came to her senses again and turned, bolting down the street as if her life depended on it. Her grip on the small bag tightened; she couldn't lose this now, not now. Actually, she couldn't help but wonder at a time like this, when she ought not to have been thinking much at all, if this thing would even work for her. As she ran, the girl unstrung the tiny bag and left it behind, pulling out nothing spectacular, certainly not something anyone would think she ought to have cared about right now: a silver crucifix on a chain, a necklace. She gripped it tightly, saying a silent prayer, hoping that having faith would be enough to save her right now, and quickly clasped the cross around her neck. At least, if she died, that stupid demon would know she wasn't rooting for it.
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Re: 14:14 - The Harvest ( )
by ViVi on Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:54 pm
Jacob didn't scream or jump up whatsoever, being blind he had not seen anything. He got up when everyone left and walked where he could hear everyone. He fixed his shades and kept following them, thinking. He was blind, in the middle of chaos, and possibly no hope for him at all. But he was not scared. He was actually ok. He had his bible, his faith and would, nor could, look evil in the face scared. He listened to the others and then heard an explosion.
"The town's only a few miles away, run!" He listened to everyone run sighed. "Leaving a blind man behind huh?" he said. He heard something walking towards h
"The town's only a few miles away, run!" He listened to everyone run sighed. "Leaving a blind man behind huh?" he said. He heard something walking towards h