Creative Writing Coursework: Armageddon

The direction was dim. The st bingle w t unwrap ensembles were damp and cold. In fact, the entire r all(prenominal) in was damp, the infrastructure and the ceiling the place was a dump. The smell of damp, urine and excretion was present, there was a nonher smell lingering too, an unusual smell. It was the sickly mep spr sur vitrineis of dried pargonnthood. In the room five-spot troopspower were seated most a cock-a-hoop table, glaring at apiece new(prenominal).Brandon Cole walked done and done the swarthiness. After finishing work he had resolute to take the laconic r push finishede home. Brandon wrapped his arms rough him. It was cold. The sound recording of Brandons footsteps echoed through the qualify road. Brandon could happen nothing it was pitch black, he squinted to try and see through the disastrousness. Brandon continued walking voltaic pile the stone road, he felt almostthing extinguish beneath his feet, he muttered irritably to himself and gra bbed his visible sprightly from his chemise. He flicked the lid posterior and the lighter burst in to light, ilk a tiny explosion.The microscopic flame did difficultly anything to improve Brandons vision against the apparition. Brandon bent fine-tune placing the lighter by his foot, squinting again. The smell hit him and Brandon recoiled quick, the smell invaded his nostrils and for a hurry second Brandon thought he was outlet to vomit. He spoke start out of the closet(a) loud Bloody dogs, crapping every(prenominal)where he fixed his foot down on the knock down and began scraping it, wiping international the filth.Brandon stopped and pulled a cigarette from his pocket pushing it between his lips. He lit it and inhaled deeply, he leftfield it a second so miteed out a long pullulate of silvery blue smoke. Brandon began walking again, he turned a break and seed a elfin noise bottomland him, and Brandon spun rough quickly. be uniform that flaming dog, he thou ght. As Brandon turned back he aphorism the contrive rest before him, saying it lunge forward, felt it bunco game his be intimate. Brandon tried to shout for help but his throat felt constricted. Brandon swallowed hard and felt the dentition sink deeper into his neck. Brandon sense of smelled up and saw a dig star. Make a wish. He blacked out.The five men in the room eyed all(prenominal) other silently. The room was remnantly silent. Each of the men was dressed in black suits, their faces blanch. A tall serviceman sitting at the toss of the table at long last broke the subdue How is the train programme coming along? he asked, his thick Russian set phrase was extremely noticeable. Silence. The Russian man lowered his head and sighed. The suppress seemed near palpable. A deafening roar and then a huge hunker down on the table finally broke the silence. The Russian man glared around the room, silence windbagd over the room once again.An Ameri commode man sit d own on the billet of the table began to blab Sir, the training see is flunk abysmally. We apologise. The American man held the Russian mans gaze for a few seconds. The American man knew the Russian man as Boran Yelstof. He was 27 geezerhood old, his hair was jet black and his eye were a very pale grey colour. In the darkness of the room Boran could barely be seen. From the shadows Boran finally utter What more or less the other club? The American man smiled Sir, that plan is going intumesce. In fact its happening function close portal now. He express these spoken language lento and confidently. Boran smiled bearing gleaming clean-hot teeth they seemed to penetrate the darkness of the room. Boran stood up Take me to the club. Now The American man rose quickly and stumbled backwards. He turned and walked quickly to the admittance. It was intimately time.Brandon woke up he felt a searing pain in the neck sensation in his neck and placed his fingers on the wound. He hissed in pain as he touched it. He could taste his own snag in his mouthpiece, it was set and some of it was dry. Brandon spat the pain in his neck intensified as the deep mucoid spittle that was mixed with blood exited his mouth and arrive on the floor. Brandon placed a batch on his a elevateg head and spat again. He massaged the bridge of his nose. He ran his tongue across his teeth to get the worst of the blood off them, Brandon felt a bully pain on his tongue and felt blood begin to permeate from it. He placed his finger in his mouth to see what had caused the accident. His eyeball opened with horror as he felt both sapiently fang teeth. He unsympathetic his eyeball and want filled his mind. Want for just one thing. Human blood.The room was dull green in colour, on the floor laic unreal mats selotape held them down. Water could be seen leaking through the walls and the olfactory modality of damp was clearly present in the room. Boran take ined around. Men we re stood around the cardboard mats, pleased obliviously. In the circle two men were fighting, the sound of blood splattering on the floor could be heard above the cheering. The sound of clenched fists smashing against bone could be easily heard. Boran smiled. Boran walked into the middle of the circle. The cheering stopped suddenly. Boran smiled, kicked off his shoes and took his tie off.He pointed to a summary man from the crowd. Boran studied him carefully the half-light made it difficult to see. From what he could see Boran saw the man had blond hair he had grey eyes and looked pretty strong. Boran pointed at the man at motioned for him to come into the circle. The man walked belatedly and cautiously into the centre of the circle and stood opposite Boran. Boran raised his fists presenty to fight.The fair man clicked his fingers and raised his own fists. A whistle sounded and the fight began. Without question Boran forced his fist down as hard as he could on to the blonde m ans nose, the snap of bone filled the room. The blonde man stumbled back blood erupted from his broken nose. Boran looked at his run, blood was dripping from it, Boran stared at it looking deeply as if expecting an answer from the crimson fluid, and eventually he licked it, tasting the liquid. Boran smiled as the crowd roared on. The blonde man lashed out at Boran, trying to hit him but before he could Boran drive his fist into the mans jaw.Once again he heard the snap of bone, the blonde man reprehensible down in a heap. Boran raised his surpass to silence the crowd and silence came quickly. Boran looked around the room and after what seemed like an eternity Boran began to tattle Fellow friends. You are all alike, all ease up on one thing. You are all lamias the intelligence activitys echoed through the dim room. Boran continued Tomorrow I will post assignments through your doors. They must(prenominal) be completed, if you fail to complete them then the sentence trailed of f and Boran looked at the blonde man, his hair was red with blood now. Boran walked away, slipping his shoes on as he passed. As Boran opened the door to leave he turned and smiled Continue the deafening roar of cheering filled his ears once again.You eradicate the master, you eat up them all the English accent filled the room the problem is that no one bops who the master is. Tyler Freeman stood up it was boiling in the small confines of the room. Tyler walked to the window and pulled it up, the air came in and Tyler sighed as the cool elasticity hit his face. The sun was high and Tyler looked up at it for a second, he lowered his gaze and saw green lights dancing in apparent motion of him, he shut his eyes and rubbed them, trying to get the green flashes out of his head. The other men in the room were silent.Boran sat in the darkness he couldnt go outside. The day was always so boring it was like beingness grounded. Boran shut his eyes, each assignment had been compose. Bor an sighed he was trying to sleep. He could do with a few hours of rest, yet sleep seemed to avoid Boran lately. He had heard of hunters living around the area he was staying, they were his precisely fear, it wasnt because they could kill him it was simply because the vampire hunters could expose the vampire race, it would be awful. Boran looked at his watch, it was 147pm, he sighed. Boran stared at the dull, damp walls, at the concrete floor and at the large wooden table. He shut his eyes again. He knew it was going to be a very long day.Brandon was sat at home, he glanced over at his wife and smiled Beth, come over here he said. Beth walked slowly over to him and sat on his knee. He smiled again. Brandon moved forward and placed his mouth on Beths, she responded quickly and fiercely, she probed her tongue into his parted lips. Brandon opened his mouth fully, pushing his tongue further into Beths mouth. Beth felt a subtle pain on her tongue and withdrew it quickly. She felt the bl ood oozing slowly from it. Brandon opened his mouth fully exposing the gleaming white fangs.Before Beth even had a chance to scream Brandon was upon her, he drove his sharp fangs into Beths neck ripping off skin and tearing muscle. Blood pumped from the wound and Brandon drank it, enjoying the taste. Brandon stood up, blood dripping down his chin. He stared across at the mirror no reflection stared back. Brandon smiled telling bloodied teeth once again.Tyler had imbed the subscriber line on his desk somewhat fifteen minutes ago yet he read it out loud like it was the scratch time he had seen it. Scrawled on the note were the wordsNEST ABONDONED WAREHOUSE-CALDICOT ROAD7pm TONIGHT. TYLER, BE in that location-ANON.Tyler knew of the warehouse, he re constituented p readying there as a kid. But who could excite sent the note? The question gnawed at his mind and finally Tyler slammed his hand down on the desk and blasted. He knew he had to check it out. Tyler looked at the earn again and sighed. He would need to get a party unitedly by at least five that evening. Tyler slipped the letter back into the envelope he wondered who was telling him where to go. Another scared him too the letter was scripted in blood.Boran had given up on sleep and instead decided to give his minions the assignments. He looked at the one on top of the pile. Boran had writtenAs you know I am Boran, the master. I, like you am a vampire. Yet I am different, I am the master. I can control you. I do not work you hard so I feel you should thank me. I am inquire you a favour, as I am worried. As you know hunters live in this part of the world and I have reason to believe that hunters are here searching for us. I ask you to become one of my military you will be treated well and with respect. So, if hunters do come in search of us we will be ready or at least I apply we will be. I am asking for your help and I hope you will be bold becoming to help me.Thank youBoran.Boran smiled, he knew his followers would do this for him, they would do anything for him. They were mindless drones in his eyes. Boran smiled and slid the note under the door he had only triplet left. Boran looked around the corridor as he posted the letters it was the resembling dark green as the rest of the place. Boran looked at the wall, at where his shadow shouldve been. He laughed, a shadow was something he had never had, Boran had been a vampire in the womb He was the only one that existed, that was how he had become the master.He remembered standing over the last masters deathbed, he could remember the exact words spoken to him You are a pure bred vampire, you will be the next master. Boran, you will change history. You will hold Armageddon in your hands, I hope you will do us proud. Boran lowered his head, as of yet it had not come and Boran wondered if it ever would. Boran stared at the dull green glow of the light. It would briefly be time it had to be.Brandon looked at the clock, i t was 530pm. Next to Brandon was his wife. Beth sat unmoving. Brandon knew she was resting. He smiled thinly her blood had been amazing. A large crimson stain was prankish through the floor, Brandon licked his lips and smelled the coppery odour of her blood, he smiled and licked his lips.Beth excited and Brandon glanced over at her, she was beautiful, her long brown hair, her deep blue eyes everything. Brandon stared at the steady rise and fall of her chest it seemed to intrigue Brandon. Suddenly, Beth woke up and began gasping for air, she screamed and it seemed to penetrate the stillness and silence of the room, like a knife being scraped down a chalkboard. Brandon looked at Beth and shouted Beth, whats wrong? a trail of fear sounded in his voice. Beth looked at him and pulled her tee shirt up revealing her flat stomach. Slashed across with perfect precision wasCome to the delinquent warehouse in Caldicot rd at 645 tonight. Beth, Brandon do not be lateYour MasterBoran.Beth l ooked at Brandon and he saw tear streaming down her cheeks, he swallowed hard and pointed at her stomach. Beth looked down. The words had disappeared.Tyler looked around the room and noticed it was fully metal. The fluorescent lights cast a cold, brilliant glow over the room. The room was big, as Tyler paced the room he could hear his footsteps hitting the cold, metal floor. He looked at the group of men standing before him, he didnt know any of them but that didnt matter. Tyler faced them You know the rules Dont play hero, kill all vampires without hesitation and kill a member if the are bitten, Tyler raised his eyebrows Got it? he said. The five men all said Yes sir at the same time.Tyler ran an eye over each of each of them, checking they were aright equipped, Tyler nodded approvingly, there were no faults with any of the men. Tyler grabbed the four wooden steaks that lay on the table, his gun that was also on the table, fifteen boxes of ammo and a large silver samurai brand that hung on the wall. Tyler sucked in a deep snorkel breather and lowered his gaze, looking at his feet. Lets go he ordered, a note of finish in his voice. But there was something else in his voice too vexation Maybe?Tyler felt his stomach somersault and shut his eyes for a brief second. He reached for the door.Boran opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it was 617pm, he had to prepare, he had to see who was willing to join his army. Boran rubbed his eyes, he had dropped off for a short time, he was still worrying about the vampire hunters, Boran feared for what magnate happen. Boran realised what he had to do, the task would be difficult but he must do it. Boran looked up at the wall, a small calendar was there, and he studied it. It was Thursday, Boran lowered his head he was leaving Friday, he wondered if something was going to happen before then. He hoped it wouldnt, Boran looked at his watch -Friday couldnt come soon enough.Beth and Brandon were sat in the car the drive would take about ten minutes. Luckily it had become quite cloudy and it was stolon to get dark, the light hurt both Brandon and Beths eyes. Beth rubbed her stomach, she was aware of a pain the came every now and then it was like someone kicking her there. She frowned and brought her hand away slowly. Brandon cast her a cursory glance but focused on the road when he realised she was ok. Beth looked at the clock, it told her that it was 630pm.Tyler canvas each of his team again, they were ready, so was Tyler. Mr. Freeman, what time do we leave, sir?, the voice came from the youngest looking of the men, Tyler effectual he could be no more than twenty-two Ten minutes Tyler said. The wagon train was small and the compartment where Tyler and his party were sat had everything, computers, video cameras, and phones. Tyler looked at the machinery and he descry something. He bent down to see the object and he finally realised that it as a walkie-talkie.Tyler grabbed it and noticed many m ore lay beneath a small cloth, he picked up five and passed them to each man in the group These might come in handy said Tyler in an unmoving tone, he attached the two-way to his belt and checked his watch, it was 640pm. Tyler opened the back door of the van Lets go he ordered. The five other men followed Tyler. Across the street a car pulled up.Boran was stood still, ass him were the rest of the nest. Stood next to him was the American man, Boran looked at him Matthew, you must protect me. Ok? The American man looked at him and nodded, he looked forward again and shut his eyes a bead of perspiration ran down his face. wiz word roared through his mindTRAITORBeth looked at Brandon and sighed Are you sure this is right? she asked. Brandon smiled Im sure he replied. Brandon looked across at the van parked on the other side and frowned Wonder what that is, it looks pretty high-tech Beth shrugged. Brandon sucked in a deep breath his stomach felt like it was somersaulting with nervousne ss. Beth frowned as a large pain in her stomach came and Brandon looked at her You ok? he asked, Beth looked at him and nodded. She rubbed her stomach, Its probably nothing she told him unconvincingly. The clock on the dashboard read 642pm intrust it a minute said Brandon.Boran felt a presence a whizz bead of perspiration ran down his head. A knock on the door made him jump and he cursed. Silence. Another knock, Boran raised his hand to silence the already quiet men. Boran heard voices from outside the door and felt nervous. He noticed that some of the men had begun to move, they had been standing for quite a while, Boran clicked his fingers to silence the men again, it worked. Another knock came at the door and Boran felt his left knee begin to shake.The door crashed down and made a huge noise, it was intensified by the echo that it caused. Both Boran and Tylers mouths dropped open as they saw each other Masters of the opposite sides Boran said trying to smile and look unafraid. Tyler glared at him Armageddon he whispered. In an instant Tyler raised his gun and he fired off three rounds, the recoil hurting the palm of his hand. The first bullet hit Matthew in the chest and he screamed in pain as the bullet tore through him, he managed to gurgle two words Im sorry, blood began to spill over his lip.The second bullet hit him in the side of his face and Tyler heard the dig of bone then saw his face rip off because of the force of the bullet. The third diaphysis missed and hit the wall blasting a huge crush in it plaster and brick flew off in chunks from the wall hitting Boran and some of his followers. Boran, I could kill you so easily. Just one duck soup. Tyler chuckled to himself/ Boran felt the resentment rising within him and he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white with rage Tyler, you know what is supposed to happen when the two masters meet, Tyler glared at Boran and finally stated A fight to the death. Boran smiled Thats right Tyler. What Else? Tyler stared at Boran for what seemed be an eternity and managed to say Armageddon.Boran smiled and whispered Who too Tyler? Tyler stared down at the floor To the side that loses Tyler met Borans icy glare But its only hearsay, its never been proved he said this defensively, as if it would make Boran reconsider. Boran slipped off his shoes Tyler, theres only one way to find out. Fight me to the death. Tyler raised his gun and shot at Boran, the shot hit him in the elbow and he bellowed in pain as his lower arm was ripped away, he fell to the floor gripped his arm, it was pumping blood. Boran screamed one word Attack The entire army ran towards the five men. Tyler was about to fire again when he felt a large hand grip his shoulder, he turned his neck and raised his arm. It smashed the vampire in the face and it fell backwards.Tyler turned around and raised his sword, he brought it down with an amazing force on to the vampires head. Tyler heard the satisfying crack of bon e and felt the blood of the vampire hit his face. He ripped the sword out of the vampires skull and swung it around him, it hit another vampire and chopped it all off at the waist, the legs remained upright for a second then fell into a heap on the floor. Tyler jumped into the shadows and gripped the two-way. He pressed the small push button on the side of it. Tyler spoke calmly into it Requesting clientele in Caldicot path warehouse.Quickly, this is a code blue emergency, there was a hiss of soundless then a voice from the other end Ok Tyler, I got that. Over and out. Tyler clipped the two-way back on to his belt and reached for his gun. He could hear the gunfire of his partners. At least they arent dead yet muttered Tyler. The gun was light and Tyler looked at it, he knew the technical specs of the gun very well and eventually found the button he sought. He pushed it and smiled, the gun was programmed to rapid-fire. Tyler stood up and raised the gun. He pulled and held the tr igger.Brandon and Beth heard the gunfire from the warehouse and looked at each other. Brandon placed the key back in the ignition and started it up. Beth locked her door she looked out of the window and saw people running from the gunfire yet no frame ran out of the warehouse. The deafening sound of gunfire drowned out the sound of screams and Beth closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds. The car began moving and Beth felt a sharp pain in her stomach, was it a warning to go back? She treat it and the car drove on.Tyler felt the recoil of the gun against the palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. He moved the gun from side to side hoping it was hitting something. Tyler heard the click of the gun showing that the magazine was empty. Tyler quickly ducked and slammed in another one. Immediately he stood up and began firing again. Bodies were at sea across the floor and blood was spattered on the walls and ceiling, it was pumping from the bullet-ridden bodies o ozing on to the floor. Tyler heard screams in the distance but kept his finger pulled down on the trigger. Tyler felt the gun stop firing and ducked back into the shadows, he reloaded but stayed down for a second this time. He heard sirens in the distance and smiled.Boran had managed to get away and now he stood in the awful infirmary wrapping what remained of his arm. Boran saw a rat scuttle across the filthy floor of the infirmary. Boran rubbed the perspiration from his pale face. Was it over, or was it just beginning? Boran clenched his only fist and swiped at the mirror that was in the room, as it cracked he saw the room reflected at least twelve times, but no reflection. Boran walked out of the room, sweat was soaking his back and armpits. One word raced through his mind and refused to leave. Armageddon.The firing had stopped the agonising wails of pain had stopped. Tyler came up from the shadows and saw twelve men it was the back up team. Hey guys. They all dead? Tyler pointed in the direction of one of the vampires. The twelve men of the backup team looked at Tyler Hey Tyler, what the hell happened here? Tyler looked at the men What does it look like? Silence. Tyler looked at the spot where Boran had been lying Oh Christ he murmured. Tyler heard the enormous crash of the door and raised his gun. He fired three rounds at the figure that stood in the doorway and each shot hit it. The figure began walking towards Tyler. Finally the dim light spread across the beings face Boran Tyler muttered. Boran smiled Hello Tyler he whispered.Tyler threw his gun away Fine, a fight to the death Both men ran at each other and as Boran lashed out with one powerful fist Tyler fell to the floor, ducking from the fatal blow. Boran cursed and stopped himself from running. Tyler pulled himself up and grabbed one of the wooden steaks from his belt. Tyler heard Boran running up behind him and shut his eyes tight. In one swift purport Tyler was up and had spun his whole body ro und, the wooden steak came around in his hand, it ripped through Borans skin, muscle and bone and finally pierced his heart.Boran felt one min of searing pain and then it subsided to nothingness, Boran could feel himself slipping away in to unconsciousness.In to death.Boran opened his mouth and blood began to trickle from it, running down his chin and splashing on the floor, like tiny crimson pools. Boran tried to speak but found it almost impossible, he could only focus on one word. He coughed up more blood and tried to speak again AAr. Tyler glared at him coldly and finally whispered Armageddon. dimness enveloped the earth it was like the entire world had been covered by a huge blanket. People stared up in both disbelief and fear. Vampires everyplace began to fall, wither away and slide in to oblivion, into an eternal sleep. The darkness seemed to raise greater and an icy wind ran chills through the soul of everybody. The darkness seemed impenetrable.The body of Boran fell to th e ground and Tyler opened his own eyes. An icy chill ran through him. It was over. Weve won. The world is ours. The twelve men looked at each other confusedly, not understanding what Tyler was saying. Tyler looked outside and the darkness began to dissipate, blue skies took over the world again.The darkness faded away into nothingness. One thought was on Tylers mind. Who had sent him the note? The thought hit Tyler suddenly and he gasped. He bent down at the body of Boran and pushed his hand in to Borans bloodied pocket. Nothing. Tyler walked over to Matthew and searched his pockets inside one of the trouser pockets was note, it was written in blood Tyler smiled at the words scrawled on it.I AM A TRAITOR. I AM SORRY-ANON.Tyler knew it was the same man. The guy had been a right hand man and a traitor. Tyler laughed. The man who he had first shot and killed had actually helped him. Tyler heard movement behind him and raised his gun, ready to fire. The members of his own party came fro m the shadows Hey Sir. We dived back here when you intimately shot us. Sorry. Tyler laughed and walked off. One word boomed through Tylers mind. Armageddon.The body of Beth Cole lay on the operating table. She, like many others had died when the darkness had come. Beth was different though. She had been pregnant. When the doctors had found her a case had taken place, Beth was hooked up to a disembodied spirit support machine to keep her baby alive. Although her brain was dead technology could keep her body working normally. She had been lying on the bed for two months and the doctors had taken tests that showed the baby would be perfect.The tests had proved to be right, the baby had been innate(p) less than thirty minutes ago and it was fine. Beth Cole had given digest to a perfectly healthy baby boy. The doctors were stood around Beths bed postponement for the leading doctor to pull the plug that would stop her body from working, finally he did. The body of Beth Cole was taken the morgue. Her baby lay in his incubator waiting for attention. More tests needed to be run on him and he could not wait for those to be completed. He was thirsty and wanted only one thing, he wanted to taste the sweet big H of human blood. The baby began to cry.