"Such a pity," Master said to himself, as he lay still, deeply embedded into the earth, his movement was limited but he move with what little power he had, his strength was continuously being drain away to survive, he replay the scene where Anthony and Tommy had fought the robbers and watch it til the very end where Anthony had thrown his vortex of fire. At that moment he smiled, but the smile disappear as he saw that the robber that had die had not shown any emotion beside satisfaction. "Shame, this would be great entertainment, if only that poor man had shown a little bit more as he die, maybe something dramatic, hmmm, I should have came to him at his last moments "the devil," it would have been a riot, his eyes woulda open up in shock, maybe he would have scream." Master chuckle to himself as he picture it. "It would have been so much better if he had kill them all, no need to worry about anyone else but himself, just light everything up literally, even that little ice user would have die, what a sight it would have been, but sadly, no, he didn't want to use his power and got hurt, what an idiot." Master close his eyes and pull a voice close to him, the earth rumble as he drew it closer, he pull another voice to him and was instantly transported to a city area, the nearby building was collapsing and folding onto itself, people ran and stumble from the area, the earth was rumbling and quaking, the sky was fill with clouds of dark dust. Cries and howls could be heard everywhere, it was pure chaos. "Poor humans, powerless to do anything to save their own pitiful lives." Master look on wondering what he should do. More people was running pass him some even through him, as they tried to escape the choas that they were running from... ... middle of paper ... ...e, some flying back into the broken building. Blood was raining everywhere, as a man head could be seen rising, everyone stared at the rising head from the ground. People gasped as they realized who it was, a murmur went through them, as they watch in silence. The man breathe in the smell of blood wondering to himself if he were always like this before, it was beautiful, he thought blood everywhere around him, so beautiful. People were taking pictures and video recording him as the man play with the blood in his hand. His pictures were quickly being spread throughout the web. The voice whisper to the man, the man gave of a sigh, guess it was time to move he thought to himself play time is over. he stretch and started to walk letting go of most of the blood allowing it flow down onto the ground making a river of red. A/N sorry for the late update, college suck butt.
Anyone as brave as Thomas does not sit back and relax to watch one of his injured friends from being trapped outside as it is about to hit night time. An injured person outside of their safe haven almost equals imminent death. Thomas instinctively ran to his injured comrade in order to save him, to only find out that he himself is also trapped outside of the Glades. "For several seconds, Thomas felt like the world had frozen in place. A thick silence followed the thunderous rumble of the Door closing, and a ...
“Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right, north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west, then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east.” Unexpectedly, his feelings, that he so frantically needed to clutch, wound up being the death of him yet that is what being a human is about.
up,turned red and tearing. He screamed from all of his pain and completed the obstacle course. However, if today
“There were a large number of people with nothing to do. Nobody was at fault. Work could not be found for them. But they must be relieved. Their children must be saved; and they cannot save themselves.”
Yossi Bugani lives a normal life in Berlin, Germany. He is a college students, and lived by himself. “What the hell!” Yossi said, as he saw a rock being thrown into his window. He saw a silhouette and went to investigate. His blood, curdling
Austin caught his hands. Austin knew that the man was aiming for his eye. Austin held him back far enough to think about escape. Austin hit his and punched him until the man let go and ran out of the medical center. Austin was running for his life until he could no longer run. He looked around panting like a dog. He saw signs pointing towards the safe houses. Austin walked with caution around the halls trying to eliminate the chance of someone dangerous finding him. He could still hear shots ringing from far away. He reached the end of hall finally and found one of the safe houses. However, the door seal was melted, Austin forced open the doors only to find corpses lying all over the floor, blood splattered all over the walls, and the foul smell of decay. Austin felt he was going to throw up but a chill ran down his spine when he saw John’s corpse. “Another person, gone Austin.” said a familiar voice. Austin turned and saw the same lady. “You’re alone… nobody else is here for you.” Austin couldn’t find the will to speak. “Die Austin, join them.” The women started walking to Austin. “Join me Austin.” Austin backed away. “Austin…” said the women in an angry tone. “Atone for what you did to me!” She disappeared right in front of him. Austin blinked rapidly, he felt guilty as he looked back at them room. He felt lonely, nobody was there, except… death. Austin slowly walked away from the room heading towards the tram. The lingering feeling about guilt and loneliness filled his gut as he walked toward the tram door. He entered the tram station and looked down the empty tunnels of darkness and garbage. Austin called the tram and sat down on one of the benches. “Austin…how do you do it?” The lady was back sitting on the same bench but a few feet apart from Austin. Feelings of guilt filled Austin’s thoughts. “The feeling of being the last one left hurts doesn’t it?” Austin showed faces of
Acute hearing and validating the fact that he suffers from nightly terror, “Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror….It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me”, it plagued him each night and in his distorted reality it made him think that the old man is feeling the same way too. The strange noise he thinks he heard that made him excited to uncontrollable terror pushed him to finalize his plan of killing the old man. But the way he described the murder was unbelievably quick and easy for a one man job. There was no struggle save the single shriek. The way he pulled the heavy bed over the old man till he died is like almost impossible, unless he is that huge of a man to pull the heavy mattress by himself, there is no way that it will become a perfect
When we realize he is giving no further instruction, we all depart. I run until the towers are 100 ft away. I pick up the dust and sift through it. I couldn’t believe it, but it’s true. This is really happening. As I look up at the tower again, I realize if I can save one life, that is enough reason to keep
In Night, he informs his reader of many examples on how a myriad of good people turn into brutes. They see horrific actions, therefore, they cannot help by becoming a brute. They experience their innocent family members being burned alive, innocent people dieing from starvation due to a minuscule proportion of food, and innocent people going to take a shower and not coming out because truly, it is a gas chamber and all f...
Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his
Watching the window not knowing why she tossed and turned feeling an uneasiness that she could not shake. The thunder rumbled softly and the lightning on the horizon flashed light across the bedroom walls. The wind began to whistle loudly around the log home. Jenny felt uneasiness, and softly reached to touch the shoulder of Blade. Not awakening him she decided to slip quietly out of bed to peek in the distance of the upcoming tragedy that she never thought would happen. As she moved sleathfully around the house, the windows seemed to rattle an alarm. The wind now not only whistled but wailed in the surrounding pine woods. Not knowing what to do Jenny sat in the living room window searching for a tragedy she felt was about to con some her life
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
The time was 7:30 on a Monday morning. The smell of gasoline lingered in the air long enough for anyone to notice. Sunlight filtered through the brush. The cry of an animal in the distance startled some doves in the clearing, and they took off in marvellous flight. Metal lay strewn about the grass. A body lay on the ground, eyes closed. A large cut was spread on its leg. A bird flew into the clearing and landed on the body. A throaty cry escaped from its beak, as it drowned out the wail of sirens approaching in the distance.
There was an impending doom coming to the small town of Calamity. Unbeknownst to the citizens it would come firstly upon a church on the outskirts of a town. A few people were inside as the doom came closer. Preacher Tom was the first one in the church to sees what would haunt the town and was scared out of his wits. He pushes a young woman out of the doorway as he speeds into the church. He continues to bar the door and close up all of the windows as the surprised group stares on at him with suspicion. He dropped to his knees and prayed as a loud noise echoed through the building. The crowd began to scream as the windows rattled and the building swayed. All of a sudden, a whimper could be heard from the back side of the building. The sound was unmistakable, it was the tiny voice of little Lisa Cunningham. Mrs. Hamm hobbled quickly over to the door before anyone else could react. She threw the door open as Father Ted finally came to his senses. Lisa flung herself through the door into the arms of Mrs. Hamm. Father Ted lunged for the door and slammed his shoulder into it right before an unknown force bashed against the other side. Mrs. Hamm grasped the child as and attempted to console her as a sharp pain erupted in her breast. She looked down and saw a dark stain growing on her blue dress and jerked the child away. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw the scene unfolding before them. Lisa stood smiling; face covered in blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Mrs. Hamm was becoming hysterical as well, as she noticed that one side of her chest had become smaller than the other as a huge chunk had been bitten away by the child.