posted on Jul, 18 2005 @ 08:53 PM
I couldn't leave you peoples there so I continued the story in part 3. I hope you guys like it. PLEASE POST YOUR OPINIONS. Here you go:
The Nightmare part 3
“Ugh.” Mark came painfully back to consciousness. Mark tried to lie to himself. “I’m not in a strange town, being hunted by unearthly
creatures that have almost succeeded in destroying the human race. I’m back in my church taking the nap I always do before preaching, waiting to be
tapped on my back so I can get up and deliver my message.” Mark said aloud. “Ah, my message. This week’s message is “The Nephilim, what are
they?” Or maybe I’m at home sharpening my swords and practicing swordplay.” *sigh* “While I’m imaging things, why not ask for a pony? Time
to return to reality.” Mark pulled himself up on his knees and looked around. The crumbling street was still there. The piles of rubble lay on
opposite sides of the street. And the Nephilims carcass was still there. Mark recoiled at the sight of its decaying corpse. Most of its body had
disintegrated but what was left was covering the street. Its guts had spilled across the street as if trying to get away from the sliced body. Every
bit of what was left was dark gray as if it was composed of dust. A gust of wind blew through the street causing the carcass to blow away into
nothingness. “Oh well, its about time I get going.”
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15 minutes later Mark had gathered up what was left of his throwing axes, and his swords from the confused wreckage. He decided to keep the pole he
had used to stab out the creatures’ eye. Mark thought it would be useful later. Rather painfully, Mark continued his journey. “My one in a million
chance journey.” Mark mumbled to himself as he limped down the highway. Struggling against these creatures on the million to one chance that he
might actually find Andurin. Andurin was the sword that belonged to the soldier that pierced the side of Jesus. “1 in a million.” Mumbled Mark as
he turned the corner. There it was, the towns’ church. The building stood tall amongst the rubble, incredibly unscathed. Mark sighed with happiness.
“The Lord works in mysterious ways.” He walked towards the church.
Mark walked into the church. Light shown through the stained glass windows as Mark entered the sanctuary. Suddenly a gun was shoved into the side of
his head. In one smooth motion, Mark ducked, pulled out one of his katana’s and put it against the person’s neck. “Oh.” Is all the person
said. Mark looked at his opponent. The man’s hair was thick, brown and dirty. He had greenish blue eyes and wore glasses. “Truce?” Asked Mark.
“Truce.” Answered the man. Mark pulled down his sword and slid it into its sheath. “You know, my gun isn’t even loaded. I ran out of
ammunition on the first day.” Mark looked up. The man had put away his gun and was now looking at Mark with a beaming smile. The man extended his
hand. “My name is Gary Evans, what’s yours?” “Mark Wilhite.”
“Wilhite, huh?” 5 minutes later Gary and Mark were sitting on the wooden box in front of the Podium. “Yep.” Replied Mark between bites.
Gary apparently had gathered foodstuffs on his way to the church. Mark had been starving. He hadn’t eaten in 3 days. “Hey aren’t you that pastor
who had been a weapons expert before you joined the church?” Mark smiled. It seemed so long ago. “Yes that’s me.” The earth shook. “Oh
boy.” Sighed Mark. He’d already killed 3 of them which when he was hadn’t been worn out. The earth shook more. “Oh no.” said Gary, fear in
his voice. “There was one of those things that walked by here yesterday but it couldn’t get with 20 feet of the church.” “That was one.
There’s about 5 of them.” Said Mark as he stood up. “FIVE!!!!,” Gary stood up. “That’ll be impossible to fend off, much less defeat!”
The ground shook so much the stained glass windows. *BOOM!* The Cross that had been on the wall behind the podium, fell over and shattered the wooden
box that Mark and Gary had been sitting on. Mark glanced at the broken box and looked again. There had been a sword in the wooden box. The sword’s
blade was deep sky blue. Mark picked it up. The hilt was made of gold, encrusted with as many jewels as could fit on it, of varying size and color. On
the blade there was an inscription. It said:
“Thy will be done. Thy Kingdom come.”
"Andurin." Muttered Mark. *BOOM!* The front of the church was hit with such force that the entire structure collapsed around them. As if a sheild
had been placed around them, not a bit of rubble or dust had touched them. The 5 Nephilim soldiers stood as tall as a 3 story house. The Nephilim who
had hit the church roared with laughter. "Knock, knock?"
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Raphael sighed. The Human leader from the resistence in this area was on his knees in front of him. He was pleading for his life and the survivors of
this area. He kept rambling on and on about sanctity of life and mercy and just blah, blah, blah! Raphael didn't care. Raphael didn't care at all.
"Look," Raphael spoke in a deep growl. "I couldn't care less. I'm just placing revenge upon your people, the humans. When we were in are glory
you killed us and drove us away. We would have been glad to make a deal, 10 or 20 humans a month for food and we would have been happy to stay away
from you settlements. Our leader, Great Raphia, or as you knew him, Goliath, even went to make a deal with your people. He was killed 3 days later by
a shepard boy. A SHEPARD BOY!!!!" Raphael roared in sudden rage. "How do you think I took it when I was told that my father, the greatest Nephilim
that had ever lived, was slain by a SHEPARD BOY!!!" And with that Raphael stepped on the human, crushing him. Raphael was getting annoyed with the
human race. Very annoyed indeed.