Post by Adrian on Jun 21, 2007 17:19:41 GMT -5
There were cackles in the distance, cruel & evil ones likely to scare any normal person. But then again how many normal people were there really left these days? Everyone had some dark secret emerging in the form of abilities whether minor or extraordinary. And that's without getting into a thesis paper over the definition of normalcy.
Something the people who were running would probably never give a second thought to as they fled, having seen what made such devious sounds. These were the `normal` people who made supernatural creatures seem unstoppable until that being's match appeared to destroy and/ or replace them. Among them the faces varied from young to middle-aged, giving a subtle inference that the elderly could not survive in this landscape. One man with blond hair & dirtied white clothing was among them, refusing to leave on the condition he could not walk or run like the rest who fled were able to as he clutched a silver cross in his hand.
Frightened, one little girl ran from the others to stand near her father, who had chosen to stay. Maybe those few seconds would help them get away today, even if it meant having to retreat another day. He looked down at her in anger almost as she flung her little eight year old body onto his leg in terror, but it could not last. A man knowing he could soon face death having the faith of his daughter in him regardless of the odds. . . the makings of someone who would fight even harder for them.
"Daddy I'm scared!
"So am I sweetheart, so am I."
With a kiss to her forehead, the Father quickly ushered her back toward those who were leaving.
Of course, they had talked about defense before all of this, holding out against whatever followed them until pain of death. But most of the plan fell apart upon seeing what & how many had arrived. A great city who's ruins had sheltered them until now. . . for a few days at least. Only in the sense they had found shelter until the Vampires arrived, those parasites still only able to travel at night. It had been easy enough to find them, following scents, sights, or sounds toward those who were the living.
Each one looked as though they had been the bastard son or daughter of a Vampire & Gorgon, resembling snakes in one way or another. Markings were on their skin, arm-bands on whether they wore upper clothing or not. Limited numbers of them were allowed to exist, knowing it took a while for human populations to rise back up. In all, just under one-hundred of the Freaks came on foot as they were fast & felt confident their feast would replenish such a use of energy. Many stood out, seeming to be their own unique self yet united with the rest under a common goal: Feed.
Skies were blood-red with the sunset, tempered by black clouds which said a storm was soon to come. One could smell the rain coming almost, made faint by the scent of death which had befallen the place. A single mile in all directions was how far the remnant of mortal civilization spread. Most buildings still stood, but all looked abandoned or war-torn. . . from previous visits of the Serpent- Nosferatu perhaps.
It was the greatest nightmare of all: Reality.
One lone man could never stand against the numbers they seemed to have. . . or especially whatever force had created them. Still, some showed up to try anyway for the sake of hope. These were different from the humans already in position. Every last one had their own motivations for making an appearance. . . none of them in the battle for each other. Quite a few came with their own unique abilities among them. They had all come on their own from different places & other battles similar to the upcoming one. Not a single one knowing who else might be there on their `side`.
Galloping over deadened plants until reaching the cracked streets of the city, one of the approaching men rode horseback. By the way he dressed, his biggest problem aside from what was coming ahead, would seem to be heatstroke. He wore all black clothing on a dark horse & was accompanied by a black hound. The cloak attached to his shoulders rose up in accordance with the wind of how fast he rode. It was only interfered with by the sheath which held a deadly Longsword. No expression seemed to hold his face, except perhaps the stoicism of a determined man.
Closing in from another direction & sporting what might have been one of the vehicles left in existence came another. No white clothes had been worn by him, knowing it would be rather messy once things began. With a serious face hidden under some type of metallic armor, the short brown hair was not blown around. The Iris' of his eyes slightly rotated behind the visor to give a close up view on what threat approached these human refugees.
And soaring in the skies above, a winged being started his dive downward toward the City & would likely be the first to arrive. A strange, yet incomplete suit of armor was worn by him. . . with chains wrapped around his waist. Following him was a Golden Orb, staying silent since it had no problem with the objective at hand. Both wanted justice, for having been tricked by an omniscient creature into allowing this all to have become reality. There would be a definite victory here. . . he would ensure it with his own talents.