posted on Dec, 7 2003 @ 03:45 PM
Irene and Barney finally reach the east coast beach head just on the outskirts of Swayspeak. The ocean is red, boiling, and calm, with no waves, only
a stinch of death. Even with the torrential winds, sand blowing in their faces, there should be breakers upon the beach, but there were none. Both
of them are exhausted and in near shock to what has been happening for the last twenty-four hours in Swayspeak.
"Well, let's do this", Irene says while she raises the mighty sword above her head.
"NO!", a deep, disgruntled voice from behind them can be heard.
They turn around and face a gigantic, black, dragon-like form. Eyes blazing with fire and holding an ominous sickle in it's hands. Puzuzu now
stands before them, and he takes a step towards Irene and Barney.
Irene turns away, with the sword still above her head she screams, "With this sword, I seal you fate!!"
The sword comes swinging down, the blade sinking into the sand almost up to the hilt. Lightning flashes all around them, the skies open up, and a
ball of lightning shoots down from the troubled skies to where the sword stands in the ocean. The lightning dissipates and the waters of the ocean
begin to glow a bright green.
Puzuzu goes in for the attack, but a great whirlwind of sand and water appears in front of the hellion blocking his way. The earth trembles, and
Barney falls to down to the ground, raising his hand over eyes trying to block the blowing sand and water. Irene runs over to Barney and falls down
facing him, tears streaming down her cheeks, the sand and water pelting her as she says, "We did it."
Puzuzu let's out a horrible roar, arms flailing around him, the sickle falls from his grasp to the sand. The earth opens up around Puzuzu's feet,
his wings begin to flap to no avail, and he gets sucked into the ground, back into the lower realm of lost souls he is cast.
The winds calm and the tornado of sand and water disperses. Barney lowers his hands, his eyes meeting Irene's and smiling at one another, both of
them embrace and collapse in each other's arms.
*Back in Swayspeak*
The walking dead all stop in their tracks, moaning and speaking in broken languages, their souless bodies fall to the ground. Toads can be heard
croaking and then suddenly the noise stops.
Military personell carriers of the National Guard accumulate on the outskirts of the city of Swayspeak. Guards can be seeing sifting through the
bodies of the dead, wearing biochemical protection suites and gas masks, piles of bodies burning, the smoke can be seen from miles around the town of
Swayspeak . Rapid fire gun shots can be heard echoing all around the town.
Puzuzu lies upon the cold hard stone floor of his own lair, his dominions letting out gut wrenching cries. He raises up his head to face the mirror
which holds Jobrill within.
"This war is not over", Puzuzu gasps out, holding out his enormous arm towards the mirror, his wings twitch once more, and darkness consumes him,
and the beast is gone.
Jezebel appears as is from nowhere, holding a chalice of blood in her hands. She takes a drink from it, and then shoves it into the mirror.
"Drink from this, it will free you."
Jobrill's eye's can be seen in the mirror, he grabs ahold of the cup, and drinks from it. He takes a step out from the mirror, blood trickling from
his lips he utters, "Curse those people of Swayspeak, this war IS not over."
"Plaguebringer, they won, it is over, for now," Jezebel answers back.