Thursday, April 27, 2006

   Been off a little while to think of this great new story for all you fantasy story fans. AND PLEASE WHILE I'M STILL ALIVE PM ME SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. I'm running out of ideas. I won't hold you on no longer because I'm starting on the next story which
CYBER PIRATES


A dark ship coursed its way through the open seas. Splashing white spray over the metal sides of the grand ship. The sea was turquoise and clear for you to see over the edge and at the silver sparks of fish in the water.
The sun was high in the sky and burning its reflection into the metal casing of the boat.
The anchor was laid on its side ready to be dropped in by two sturdy tall men. They wore bandanas across their heads and scimitar’s in their cumber band. The black t-shirts were filled with tattoo symbols as were the arms.
The bolts on the side of the ship made it look like a tank and held the boat together. The boat was shaped like a pirates and a smiling skull was placed on a flag in the air. It waved about angrily on the summer’s breeze.
The boat was speeding down across the sea and towards a little Island that was not so far away.
There were about two dozen men aboard the ship surrounding a very tall man. The man had yellow teeth and short dark brown hair.
He smiled as they headed closer to the Island. He had a long beard that just reached past his wide neck and his blue eyes stared at only one thing, his treasure chest.
Half of his face was shaded in the sunlight but he watched as they rammed down the ores and tossed the anchor off the ship.
“Get yar barny arses inta gear!” shouted the man moving to the front of the ship staring at the battlements. The walls on the harbour were thickly lined with troops. Sailors in thick police armour and holding guns in their hands. Standing directly in front of them was the only richest and most powerful pirate in the world. And he waved his sword at the boat.
The sailors uttered a scream and fired wildly. Bullets bounced straight off the metal boat and sizzled from the heat in the water.
The smoke covered the ship. It had disappeared to the sailors. James Coffucus, the richest Pirate and most powerful in the world, began to bite his nails as he slowly faded back running up the road and in to the town.

The smoke finally cleared and the sailors watched amused that the boat had vanished, like in a magic show.
The turned to each other and gasped as the sun shone from silver blades that swung down from the houses behind them.
Their throats were slit along with arms being thrown to stop any escaping.
Blood scattered all over their clothes and dribbled slowly into the sea.
The man with the short beard looked up the steep road to where Coffucus was running. The sun now showed that the right half of his face was made of metal. His jaw wiggled a bit and he looked down at the jacket that covered his arms.
He pulled it off showing his left arm completely cased in metal and then began to walk.
A brown scruffy ferret followed closely by his side from aboard the ship that was neatly parked in the dock out of sight.
The man looked down at it following his size ten boots.
“Not this time, mate,” he said kindly nodding his head as the ferret gently slowed its pace and waited with the other shipmates.
Coffucus tripped (which was good luck for the man) and began to roll back down the hill towards the man. Just as he was about the knock the man down he held his foot out and stopped Coffucus.
He looked up and peered at the glass eye in his right eye. He uttered a cry before he was lifted off the floor.
“Do ya know who I am?” asked the man holding him tightly in the air. Coffucus shock his head.
“I’ll tell ya. The name’s John Cyber. And I happen to be a pirate, mate. I been told that ya’r the most powerful pirate in the world. Is that true?” Coffucus winced and then shook his head.
“Good. I like ya, ya listen. I’ll spare ya only if ya tell them that I ave a problem needed to take care of!” shouted John pointing at his metal half of his face.
“T-t-tell w-w-ho?” asked Coffucus calmly trying to cower in his suit.
“Well, I be dammed! Tell the other pirates of course!” Cyber dropped James to the floor and then began walking back to his shipmates.
Coffucus had begun to run before Cyber had gotten back and the shipmates chattered away like mice.
“Why d’ya let him get away Captain?” asked a nosy Pirate with long black hair. John stared at him with his glass eye and then turned back to the ship.
“If more people ar then there be more treasure to snatch back!” everyone laughed before boarding the ship and setting sail toward the horizon and out of sight for yet another day.

John Cyber sat at his table that night watching the stars blink outside of the one window on the Cyber ship as it was called. He started to see the images of what had happened to them on the very day. The day that he had made a wish cursing all the Pirates aboard his ship.
A dark mist had spread over the sea and with no help at all the wind blew in a Westerly direction.
The water was still and Cyber had gone below deck growing at the workers on the oars.
“Da ya filthy sea swabs! Put some back inta it!” he hopped down the deck on his non-mechanical legs and scratched the tearing skin off his black hairy arms.
He wriggled his big hands over his small beard (at the time) and jumped the ladder poking his head on top of the ship looking for any signs of an Island.
“Seen anythin’ matey?” asked John staring at the bald headed man on the pole higher above. He looked down from the cold clouds.
“Nothin’ Captain. Shall I carry on takin’ a look?” he asked kindly and John nodded moving further to the front of the ship. The dark mist would be a while until it would settle. He looked closer at the mist.
Well, thought Cyber, If God wants us to die, then so be it. Let it be over. I’ve had seven months of trying to get my Wish. And what has it got me? Nothing. One thing that John Cyber had always realised is that in his mind he never talks like a Pirate. He realised that it was a phonological problem and not mental. John stared away over the horizon in his own thoughts and thinking of nothing else.

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

   Hey this is part 2 of the Last Prophet. How many times do I have to say!you can pm me on my site. Just send in some fictional characters. Tell other firends on your site. I'm bbbbboooooooorrrrrrrredddddd!!!!!!!!!!!
LONDON 1992



The streets of London were full of people laughing among the stalls of bread and other goods. The men ravaged customers and pleaded their goods like they were some amazing artifacts from an unknown century long ago.

The jean fashion was on the rampage as many townies walked on their day out in the sunny afternoon of town. Teenagers with short green hair walked around wearing caps and acting like they were the gangs of the year.

French foreigners jumped up and down in disbelief and swearing out loud about where the way is. As they were lost a kind gentleman in a suit pointed at the direction they should be in on the map and the greeted him a farewell and rushed on their busy feet.

The town laughed and cried. They moved past the Museums with interest and also with boredom as people wearing nothing but black walked down listening to a Walkman and by the savaged sound it finked in its heavy metal tune of Green Day from their old album.

His face was as pale as white as if he had seen a ghost. He carried on walking for a moment and then stopped. His head nodded up and down as he kept his eyes closed taking no notice of the other world.

He only looked seventeen and he jumped in joy with his heart beating softly.

Suddenly there was no noise, but everybody still moved. Mouths opened wide catching millions of scattering flies as they turned and ran in fear. The smell of fear smelt like sweat but had a more pure scent to it. The teenager stood still looking down at the floor. Only when he looked at the other fleeing humans did he think to turn around.

For in his face was a flesh rotted creature and as he stared the Walkman fell to the floor. He moved back slowly as he watched other people he had sat next to only a moment ago have their hearts ripped out and being chewed to death by the ugly creatures.

He screamed out loud but as he had done so the creature grasped a sharp hand into his throat and retrieved the throat out of the body. It wriggled out with ease as the boy fell to his knees hold his own throat. Blood spilled and flowed out of his mouth and throat as he looked at the floor dead.

A scream came from the back of a head as a body jumped through a whole new dimension.



Waking up from his dream, the Prophet screamed loudly at the top of his voice enough for his guard, Guradu, to enter the room holding an assault shotgun. He carried on holding the guns in an aim encase of an attack.

“It’s okay. I just had a bad dream,” said the Prophet trying to catch his breath thinking of what just happened. The guard was heavily built with muscles and he only wore a vest. He had a large shined scimitar in his belt and shotgun shells across his shoulders to his waist.

“Well, Master Thessalonian. What was your dream about?” he asked in suspicion.

“The usual. Seeing what the future will hold for us,” he answered back. The guard raised an eyebrow.

“So, how will we die?” he asked and there was a pause of silence.

“There will be thousands of them. They are going to capture us all and torture us one by one. There will be nothing for us to do about it when this happens,” he looked away and out to the window where a shadow leaped from view. Unseen by Guradu but not un heard the guard moved to the window and sheltered so he would not be seen.

The dark figure moved slowly over to the shade appearing to have disappeared.

The guard started for the door but was stopped by the Prophet as he grasped his hand tight.

“Do not worry about him,” said Thessalonian letting go in hope he would agree.

“I can not let you come to harm. The Trial Of Council has told me that I must Guard you from ANY HARM. And that was no ordinary creature. I can sense that he is blinded and hungry. Neither living nor rotted,” he slowly edged back to the window and grabbed the young Prophets sword and throwing the handle to him. Thessalonian moved on to his feet and slowly covered his short black hair with his cloak hood. He silently walked through the door and tip toed gently out to the hallway. The grubby place looked like it needed a changing room from the new TV show on BBC 1.

As they moved down they passed the soothing wind gliding across the window and tapping in the sorrow whisper on the ice cold glass and following the Prophet like it warned him of danger. Hairs upon the back of the two’s necks gently straightened up and tingled in fear and in courage. They pricked at the neck in hope of attention for them to turn their heads in the direction of steps that the normal ear could not hear. Thessalonian smiled knowing that they were being followed and looked over his shoulder to find nothing behind him. He smirked trying not to laugh as prodded his sword at the ceiling where the shadow fell on his stomach moaning in pain. Dirt slipped off his old ragged clothes. His trousers were smothered and his face cringed in distort. He stared with big brown eyes and raged sharp teeth at him. He looked quite human despite the fangs were not human. The Prophet walked at him as the guard walked on not hearing anything. He pulled his hood down and then lifted his floppy body off the floor. The human creature struggled to brake free as he screamed and kicked. The guard ran towards the noise and lifted his head.

He sank back down when he realised that Thessalonian could have been killed. The human seemed to be quite young in his twenties.

“What are you after?” he asked in fury showing his teeth in courage.

Thessalonian only smiled as Guradu pulled his shotgun to the creature’s heart and glared him in the eye.

“What does a Vampire want in these parts of town?” he asked pointing his shotgun even closer. The Vampire cringed in fear and moved his hands down.

“I hear that blood is very tasty from gunmen. Did you know its breakfast time?” he asked opening and closing his mouth in a gesture to show he was hungry. The guard pointed the gun at the Vampire’s head as he squealed in terror.

“Were you the one outside?” asked Thessalonian pointing at his sword and bringing it closer to his eyes to see the sharpness.

“No! No, no. That was the other Vampire. His name’s Robert. From Scotland. Killed by one of many Vampires. I told you what you wanted to know now let me go,” he spook quite and seemed desperate to leave. He thrown down to the floor and carefully watched.

“Go, now before I have the mind to kill you!” he shouted enough so that the Vampire showed its fangs and ran with speed. The shotgun was shot at him and punctured a hole in the head burning into him as he fell on the floor bleeding. A wisp of smoke flew through the air as the daemon soul of his moved and changed to the dust across the floor. The blood still flowed from the body and after a few seconds the body flamed up and crisped to thin air.



They carried on walk9ing to the entrance and then slowly walked their way outside unnoticed by anybody but the few homeless people warming their hands and chewing on little food they got from begging.

Thessalonian walked up to one old rugged looking man that stood short next to him. His clothes were full of rats that weaved in and out of his pockets collecting all the crumbs of food in there.

Thessalonian pulled four pounds from a back pocket and slowly laid it in the mans hands. The man took it gratefully and moved to his knees and thanking him. Thessalonian moved his hands on his muddy forehead and muttered some dark words that sounded like it was from the God himself.

“The Lord shall praise you soon. He will answer your calls and everybody shall find their peace... someday,” he moved away as the man carried on thanking him gratefully.

The man walked into the newsagents on the left of the street that narrowed down a dark alleyway and came back out seconds later bearing himself a sandwich, bar and a lottery ticket. He wrote down the numbers: 15, 45,23,15,41 and the bonus being...

“And the bonus being 12,” spoke the TV presenter on the television telling the night’s lottery, “and don’t forget that we will be back next week with more news on the mysterious disappearing. That’s all this week. Goodnight.”

The homeless man jumped with glee as he ran back in to discuss to the man to explain that he had just one £4million. He jumped back holding an invitation to the Lottery show where he would collect his money. He ran down the street screaming off his head and crying. Other among the street looked at him funny and shook their heads thinking that a monkey had been released from the zoo.



The two walked steadily along the dark streets and moved with peering eyes among the strange mist that suddenly appeared from no where.

The mist swirled and moved along like a shadow watching over them. And as they moved so did the mist and as they stopped it stopped and glared in their direction. They moved again under the watchful eyes of thin air and they moved along and up near the flat they were resting in. The green moss filled the houses that were barely visible and Thessalonian moved closer to it and looked at the strange scratched markings on the houses. The young fellow looked at it with consideration and then remembered when the zombie had tried to attack the man named Simon. He remembered that the creature was after him and that Master Galant had told him to stay inside and wait there. And that it was him who knew everything that he had asked him. He had touched the wall that night and he remembered watching it all happen as the Prophet had walked out ignoring him.

He came back to reality as he smiled in anger and looked at a new shadow that moved away from them.

“He’s too scared of us,” said Thessalonian to his guard as loud as he could so that the man could hear.

A movement of footsteps rose along with a grinned face coming out of the mist. The man looked incredibly young, only in his sixteen’s and his fangs were placed out among his dark blond hair. It had been placed up in gel and his black leather jacket swung in the dark. He stared with dark eyes behind his sunglasses as he gently took them off. He moved his lips in the taste of the little amount of blood left on his mouth.

“I am not scared. Just a bit hungry,” he whispered in a low tone and just stared.

“I know that you came here for no harm, Corinth,” the vampire hissed at his own name and dropped to his knees. He looked up and then stood once more.

“You don’t know anything!” he shouted in disgrace as Thessalonian moved over to him.

“I know more than you do. I know that you only feed and don’t kill. I know that you try not to harm people and I know of something that you went through,” Corinth looked at him and then pushed him away.

“Who are you? A Prophet or a stalker?” he moved back into the mist and the solid steps of his feet echoed in the background as the two left went back inside.

As he closed the door locks were shifted as the guard moved along about five locks clicking them and making the bell of a racket before adding the finally with a slam. Guradu turned around and noticed what he had done wrong.

“Think you could be a bit louder to wake up our little friend?” asked Thessalonian sarcastically and then slowly waiting for a bigger noise.

No noise appeared and the guard looked down at the floor whilst Thessalonian stared at the ceiling. A sudden step broke silence and the whisper of a faint grunting came from up stairs. The floor creaked in fear and claw like feet sheered the wooden floor. A large growl of pain arose from a mans voice into a loud and high-pitched squeak of a howl.

The unbearable noise ran through their ears and ached drumbeats upon them in self-pity and provided them to bleed from the tips. They grasped their ears in hope that the bleeding will stop and as soon as the mighty sound was over the town awake with screams and laughter and they let go of their ears.

“Now Titus is on his way to the town. Can’t you see, I kept him there so we could look after him not let him feed!” shouted Thessalonian as Guradu brought out his knock out darts. He loaded one in and then moved to the window. Through the glass showed the image of a big black ball of fur that moved along holding paws of blood and moving in a sluggish jump. It dragged down the drainpipe and slowly covered to the ground. Big green pale eyes stared in the direction of the glass as a wide face grinned sharp teeth. The yellow sharp teeth of a lion ferociously opened and roared out in a deep tone. Its big black nose snitched and withered in the air. It turned to the nearest exit and jumped up to the roofs.

The guard cursed as Thessalonian had run up to the bedroom upstairs. The guard closely followed him and they looked over at the ripped apartment. They stepped in and looked at the photos of a normal man that was enjoying his life. The moved over the floor and cracked a footprint into a glass photo frame. In it were two children that looked quite old. They were probably fifth teen and maybe seventeen and they both had bright long blond hair. They looked happy and on the end of the photo was the same man that was in all the other pictures.

“Titus...” whispered Thessalonian putting the picture down and then moving to the window.

“So where do you think he’s going?” asked the guard as Thessalonian pointed at the picture once again.

“Back home. To see his children,” answered Thessalonian moving to the front and then running into the dark tinted windows of a Peugeot.

The engine started up with a grunt and the car moved in the direction of the werewolf. Guradu pushed his foot on the pedal to speed up a little like he was trying to squash the pedal and he darted in and out of the cars getting to a point where they could see a big flump of hair in the middle of the road. They got a little closer and then glared over at what was in his hand. Blood dripped from its teeth and it didn’t seem to notice the people around staring at him in disbelief. It just carried on moaning and chewing. Guradu jumped out of the car and fell to the ground slowly edging himself towards the beast. He looked to a point where he was exactly next to its feet and looked up like looking at the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

He stood his ground and shifted the shotgun to his arms. He swayed the aim at the creature’s neck and as he was about to shoot the beast stopped. Its ears twitched and tingled around along with its head and looked down.

It roared and threw the weapon aside jumping on the ceiling and going on the move again.

Guradu got up and turned to get in the car. He felt for the door and only held thin air. When he looked the car was gone. Only the road remained and as he glared to where the beast had run he could see through the mist a small Peugeot driving through the darkness towards the beast. He jumped up and cursed at the floor. He smashed the shotgun at the floor and started walking back to the house that was three miles away.





The mini car moved along watching the rooftops of large houses and was driving alongside the unusual comfort of a very large creature. Birds scattered from their homes off the roof and fled from the sight of the big beast and people screamed on the other side of the street at the creature. Titus only roared more and louder in anger and moved over to the other side where the curtains were closed. Thessalonian followed.

The creature stared at the car and then moved out of sight. The car stopped and Thessalonian looked around. No noise had come through as far as he could see. He looked behind him in the mirror. He stopped breathing and slowly listened to the loudness of a cat preaching to itself in the alleyways and as he could hear the panting of the creature moved along on the cat and then there was no noise. But Thessalonian could see a shadow moving towards him and he stayed in the car knowing that the creature was waiting for him to get out of the car. He breathed steadily and slowly he started the car. He moved back to the road and down the street. Once out of sight the creature moved out of the shade and jumped back onto the roofs. He looked at the other side of the town and started to jump.



The Peugeot was on the other side of town by now and Thessalonian waited outside and old terrace house that was full of shouts and laughter. He listened to the sound and then realised why Titus had wanted to come here.

“Sion! Why are your toys out again!” shouted a woman’s voice.

Another younger voice answered and then laughter filled the house once again.

“Can’t you see. Your father’s dead and all you do is giving me all the work to do!” she shouted and this made Thessalonian bring a tear running down his face. Then the panting sound ace from behind him. Titus stood looking in the window to where his wife stood. He stopped roaring and only glared.

Thessalonian stepped out of the car and walked over to the creature. It took a defensive and then the Prophet stepped back a pace. He paused for a while.

“You want to see them, don’t you?” asked Thessalonian moving a step closer as a groan came from the creature as it glared back at the window.

“You want to watch them grow up. You want them to see their father. That he isn’t dead. But what about your condition?” asked Thessalonian as the creature became as soft as paper and looked down at Thessalonian.

“You can’t want to eat them. What happens if you try to eat them,” said Thessalonian. He moved closer to the massive creature and slowly looked at him in the eyes.

“I can do something for you. It’s against the rule but only you and I can know, I’ll change you forever,” whispered Thessalonian as the Werewolf agreed to this. Thessalonian raised his arms and slowly a ball of light covered his body. It moved over him and as if in an instant a bald man appeared from the bubble fully clothed and he walked up to the Prophet and hugged him.

“I can see my family now,” he moved over from him but was stopped by Thessalonian.

“I haven’t cured you entirely, Titus. But whenever you change you will have no rage or thirst for flesh. You will be in control, and when you do turn you can help others like yourself,” he whispered as there was a stare from the window. A glass shattered from the inside and the two looked up. Titus’ wife had dropped a glass and she put her hands over her mouth. He smiled reluctantly. Thessalonian pushed him to the door and it swung open with cries. Thessalonian moved back to his car and stayed there for a moment while laughter came back to the family.

Thessalonian sat back in his chair and drove out of site again and back to the flat.







The silent whispers of the cat had faded in the darkness along time ago along with the sound of laughter. Silence had allowed even the most unusual to make sounds. The wind picked up a little and gently toned against the windows of the molded green houses across the dark green gardens. As the wind pushed its way across it set its sight upon a very weary mouse. The old brown mouse screwed back into the whole looking at the little seeds. Its nose shriveled in the air as the sensitive creature drew back again but being reluctant. This was its last chance. It only had this survival and this to live on. It could make it unharmed and eat or it could be a trap and kill him.

He looked around and then pocked his beady head. His eyes moved around suspiciously and then he moved on to the food. He took a good sniff as the seed got thrown to the side by the wicked wind. He went for it again and this time became successful. The wind caught the trace of a different pray and that gave fear to the land. The mouse unnoticed the creature that had his foot slowly dangling in the air and as it went to bite the seed the almighty leg pressed on the shell of the creature and broke every tiny bone from its body. It squealed before it shriveled up like a piece of paper and then died. Along the foot of the man was a long leather coat that stretched across the man’s legs. He was placed on the old parks bench in London and he looked up at the moon. His thoughts were nothing about the mouse but of his dark blond hair. He stroked it lightly in order not to mess it up as it shined a silvery colour in the moon. He rather liked this and then stared at the reality before him. He looked back deep into his mind and then started to wonder.



Bloody mouse, died as easily as every one else will. How do we know that the world will be at peace forever. What about our race? The vampires have tried for many years to conquer this world. Us out of all five races became the most evolved. All this Dracula crap they have here, is just a loud of rubbish. The truth is what this world will find out.

And now out of the blue the Vampires are not enough sport for the human race. Thessalonian believes that the ‘Zombie’s’ ,as this world calls them, are going to strike in their millions. They are the only ones that decided that they would stay down there forever more to look after the other world. Our world. The rest of us knew that it would not be safe and as he rotted the final guy decided that he would help the Chaos God and then build a complete army of dead creature. What the hell is the Chaos God? There is no such thing as God! Do know what I think, it’s just our conscious and to be honest I think it sucks. Hey! That’s offensive to me ‘sucks’. Who cares? The world and the humans were made for the Vampires to feast on.

I can remember the day I became this. It was obviously not my choice. God damn the hot woman from Wales. Cardiff university woman, always a problem. I never did care that she was one of the first Vampire in the life of our underworld. Shame the creeps have changed the world to a whole dead zone. It used to be split between the five races and there would be no war. Only paradise. A sea full of blood. A cage full of humans that never seemed to run out. Giving them a good chase and then eating them alive. Only ever went down there once. Before the Zombies decided to ruin it.



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Monday, March 20, 2006

   Hey I finally came up with one idea but come on. I'mmmm boooorrreeedd! Enjoy this one for the home visit! Don't forget my e-mail adress is on the side be free to get in touch with me!




The silver moon glistened beyond in the sky with the clouds that looked like a herd of gigantic black rats swarming the skies. The silent sound of the wind whispered and echoed blowing hard to create magical shapes that glared at the world below with disgrace.
The face of a young man stared down at the lights flashing up roads like bright stars.
Cars drove fast down on the cracked pavements nearly knocking people over and skidding round bends.
Old buildings lay in ruins stretching for miles until they met up with new larger builders that were five stories high.
A dark figure stood on one of the tall buildings looking at the world and mocking each and every one of them. The dark figure could not be seen from anyone because it was so far up. The figure looked like a man and he sat on the very edge of the building. The man’s hair was short like his trimmed beard and his face looked as if it belonged to someone really young. The man was very tall and wore black jeans, a black top and a black leather jacket that reached down to his ankles.
His blue eyes gleamed with the moon he looked angry with the world.
His teeth were bright white and looked normal apart from two pointed teeth that could just be seen.
A sudden growl came from behind him and found that he looked in the green eyes of a black creature. The creature was bigger than he was and had long thick fur.
Yellow sharp wolf teeth opened in front of the man and the stench of rotted flesh entered the noise of the man who just stared fearless.
The creature was in fact a werewolf and the man ignored pointed his hand at the ledge for it to sit next to him.
The creature moved back to the shadows, screaming and noises of the thing hitting the ground, and coming back from the shadows as a man similar to the man (same hair). The man only poked his head out of the shadow and the other man brought out a pair of jeans throwing them into the shadow as the man came back out and sat on the ledge.
“How many of them are there, Tyrant?” asked the man with the leather jacket. Tyrant looked down at a woman with shopping in her hands. He could smell raw meat and then turned back to his partner.
“Three vampires looking for you and two werewolves. The werewolves have already killed the vampires, Gaunt,” answered Tyrant the one who had changed from a werewolf. It was late in the night and the both sat watching the sky until they jumped from a snarl closer to them than they had expected.
The man turned around roaring out loud as his face began to shift forwards. The man eyes turned green and his teeth grew large and pointed as his dark black figure. Tyrant grunted as his figure became that of a werewolf once more and the werewolf jumped off the roof down to the alley below screeching loud as it landed on its feet.
Gaunt eyes grew wild and he leaped back throwing his body down the building and shooting a werewolf in the shoulder with silver bullets on his way down. He landed on his feet in a flip and turned to the beast he had just hit as it growled in pain. Blood dripped down his arm and smoke fell of as the bullet collapsed to the floor. The big creatures head tilted back to Gaunt in disgrace.
Gaunt knew that it was not Tyrant because the two werewolves that were surrounding Tyrant had short grey hair and small pointed teeth. The other werewolf leaped at Gaunt as he dodged cart wheeling to the side and hitting the creature on the side of its head with his gun. The beast screeched and looked stupidly around its dark surroundings for the vampire.
“Psst…up here,” whispered Gaunt as the creature roared louder than Tyrant. The werewolf raced up the building with its sharp claws in a race to grasp Gaunt. Just before the speed of the creature had caught him off guard, Gaunt tossed his legs over his body in a flip and aiming the gun at the creatures head shooting it before it realised that Gaunt had moved landing on one knee. His jacket swooped over his body until he stood watching his brother. Tyrant grunted with his jaws open running towards the other beast. Bringing both claws up him slashed on of them furiously at the creature as it dodged the other mighty blow. Tyrant watched as the werewolf leaped over the walls and turned every few seconds at him roaring loud (not as loud as the other werewolf or Tyrant) and waited for him. Tyrants enormous hands twitched and the claws clanged against each other.
The beast attacked all of a sudden running up the wall, on the side and then jumped its mouth wide open towards Tyrant. Tyrant was ready and threw his right claw slashing deep gashes into the creatures head as Tyrant lifted it up slitting the throat as it oozed with blood trickling over the bins and down a drain. The bodies changed back into bodies of men both with black hair and one with dark skin.
Tyrant turned back to his brother slowly changing back into a human as he looked at the time which it was early morning and staring at his brother into his light blue eyes. Gaunt already knew what he needed to do and was walking slowly over the buildings and jumping through an open window and closed it after letting his brother through. The room was painted black and the windows were shaded from the sun. As it began to rise. Gaunt hid in the darkest corner of the room so only his teeth could be seen and began to think.
Two years of being a vampire, thought Gaunt, and yet I haven’t been able to see sunlight. He told me it was a gift of immortality. It is but at a bad price. What a load of Bullshit. If I hadn’t become a vampire they would never have come after Tyrant. He only became a werewolf last month and he’s already pretty strong. If only I was stronger than that Creature. It’s too late to turn back now. Someday those creatures will pay. Both sides will pay for their treachery. It was me the werewolves were after and instead they got Tyrant and the vampires got me.
Years of believing that I could kill those bastards until it came to killing my own brother. That was when they tried to kill me. Not the werewolves, the vampires, the ones who created me. I will punish them for the Elder Gods to see that I am worthy. They gave their word and they broke it and now I will break them.
This I will make sure I will do, whether alone or not it will be done. Gaunt fell asleep unaware of his brother’s movements but his eyes stared open and fixed upon his brother.

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Wednesday, February 1, 2006

   IIIIIIIIIII'''''''mmmmmmmmmm bbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaacccckkkkkkkk! Guess who has the latest stories! This is the Last Prophet and please send in some fictional characters into me I'm getting bored!!!!
The Last Prophet





Earth, its vague colour faded to a deep brown from out in space. Being the same world we live in today. Where rich countries crown themselves with bitter sweet golden coins and holding lush green fields of which they have millions.

And yet they leave the other side of the world in poverty. As every day passes another dies and every day slowly changes to every minute. And as the poverty grows so do dark surroundings grow much larger around them and creating fear. If only they knew what really happened in the world and what still is.

The monstrous winds and hurricanes that you humans consider is part of nature can only sometimes be right, but very rarely. A far greater thing is erupting that, if found out and entered their world, could destroy and wipe out both the planets from the solar system.

A world exists where no one can believe what could be there. And it’s right under people’s noses. Right in the very core of this world.

How this happened? How the hell am I supposed to know? Even with the few who do know of its existence they are wise enough to not fear nor venture there. For as far as humans know we are their race, but the people that you never trusted that tried to warn you were not from this place.

Extraordinary, they can come into our world but we can’t enter theirs.

I tried to get my question answered by the only possible people who could know of their existence. The people who were once in there. I tracked down every last Prophet that I could find only to find that they were slaughtered. You ignored the warning that we gave to you and know we must face the thing we had created when we left the world.

I am the only one left. I am the only one who can save the Earth now. The dark creatures will finally wake up to find that they are hungry and they will feel like they’re knew favorite meal the world. Poverty was a lie. It’s fake. We have the biggest problem on our hands at the moment.

I worked it out that the Prophets only died because of our betrayal too practically what I would call ‘the underworld’. Their dark blue robes enlightened with silver crosses and useful symbols to ward off the evil. Only that the symbols aren’t working. Except one, the Chaos symbol. Black with a dark grey skull, spitting out blood with four long sharp spikes piercing their way through making it look like eight.

And only one particular person seemed to have this lucky and disgusting charm from when he was a boy. Me.

It won’t be long. I can sense it spawning and my visions tell me that there will be an attack tonight. And I'm afraid I’ll have to stop it.





L.A 1990



A deserted street bore empty in the dark of L.A as peaceful as it seemed. The city slept, in the long wait where a cat jumped out of trash, and little noise came from the flashing lights of the night. Rain poured in there millions of tiny drops across the floor and chimed lightly over the roofs. As since it had started recently the cat let out a shriveled cry and leaped for shelter.

The yellow and red lights gleamed over the Nile green and rotted buildings that looked like they would fall over at any moment but hadn’t for many years.

Another flash of deep yellow gazed the word ‘Casino’ and then the red light was illuminated alongside a bolt fork of lightening. The Casino Royale Nightclub filled with boo’s and hisses of snakes as half drunk men and women bashed the doors open and collapsed out the dark doors. Thunder roared and grumbled over the sounds of shouting as more people walked out talking of how bad the music was.

A man with black hair tumbled his way out and crashed down over an asleep body that had only just walked out.

His jeans soaked into the puddles on the floor and his t-shirt along with his body on a bit of wet mud. The pink shirt covered and smudged itself into the brown colour as he groaned trying to get back up. He pulled a rough hand over his short hair and brushed some of the rain off.

He regained his ground and slowly walked up towards the green buildings, squinting and swaying like a zombie. He pasted the cat, stopped and then walked over to it.

“Coh! You’re pretty tonight!” he shouted in a low voice to the ungroomed flea cat. It scratched its ears and then slowly rubbed scruffy fur over the mans jeans and purring out softly.

A sudden sound alerted the man and threw the cat aside. It was a banging noise from underneath the floor.

The man looked quite sober as his eyes looked fearful to where the sounds came from.

A hissing noise came from the cat but the man could not hear it. He could hear nothing except the slow and steady beat of drums tapping in his ear. The noises got closer and closer and became louder and louder like in a speaker. Cracks began to appear flowing like veins along the damp floor close to the man. The man stood frozen solid terrified as sniffing noises snorted from under the tarmac. The man held his breath as his throat dried and all noises stopped. He stared at the cracks to afraid to move as the cat kept hissing and glaring its sharp teeth. He finally found that he could move and as he slowly did every second the hairs on his neck lifted and alerted.

The sound of laughter from not so far away comforted the man over from the nightclub not so far away and he fell to his knees.

In doing so a bright yellow pair of eyes blinked and moved across him. He caught them move and stared at it for a moment. Red veins popped out as the eyes just gazed back and the black dot zoomed in on the fearful eyes.

The shadow of a man swooped the alleyway but the other guy still looked at it in confusion. It slowly moved back into the shadow making a gargling noise like a cat being strangled. His drunkenness and curiosity got the better of him as he edged forward like looking over a white cliff.

“Hey! Don’t go. I love you!” shouted the man moving closer again.

Then the beast seized its chance ignoring the whispers of the cat over the shriek of a girl. A flesh rotted bony creature threw half its body out of the tarmac. Its back was facing the terrified man as he saw the moon glimmer through its horrid broken shape. It slowly turned its eyes at the girly voice and tried moving out and turning. It wriggled and wriggled to free itself but got nowhere. With no effort it stopped staring straight in front as if it was looking out for something or for someone.

Suddenly a crunch of bone came to the man’s ears as claw fingers moved to the ground and helped twit his whole upper body facing the man. The bones cracked and crunched together as black teeth bit into themselves as if the smell of human flesh was enough to feed its appetite.

The man screamed and screamed out but the back of his throat got caught out as the screams were not loud enough.

A tabby figure burst through the air as screeches of pain came from the creature. The cat had dived on the face of the creature and now ran across its head and scrammed with feisty sharp claws clinging on as the cruel creature threw his hands as if he was in a rock festival.

This was the chance the man needed to escape but he just sat there helpless on the floor watching this cat against a huge creature.

The cat began to get tired and the guy got up. Feeling courage within him the man started to run the few meters towards the creature.

The cat was flung to the side by the dead creature as it turned and gave a horrid grin. The thing lifted the man up in the air pulling him back down the hole screaming and shouting as the rain dropped even heavier.

The cat got up feeling tired but unharmed. A dark figure in black robes moved over to the hole. His face was covered in shadow and the hood sheltered him from the damp and dreadful rain.

He fell to the floor to inspect a black leather wallet encased with credit cards and money. He picked up a freckled face upon a card as he looked down at blood smothered over the tarmac.

“Simon John. How unfortunate,” said the deep and calm voice of the man.

He moved over to the hole and looked at the darkest corner. Jumping in he gazed at the big hole in the ground that many more creatures than the one that had just surfaced made it.

“So, you can hide but I will find you!” shouted the man unafraid of whatever was out there and knowing exactly what was out there.

He moved closed drawing a sword and staring at the tabby cat crawling behind him.

It purred softly as he stared at it with his right eye. Looking forwards he pulled a large candlestick of gold holding three candles upon it.

He engulfed it with three large flames that lit the room.

He lifted his sword to flesh walls. The rotted flesh was roamed in the air like stinking feet as dozens of creatures moved slowly over what once used to be tarmac. Bony faces cracked their jaws as they moved closer.

One stared with a red blood shot eye.

A light shined among the sword as he carried on walking as if the creatures were just statues. The small fleshed demon’s watched the shimmering gold writing on the dark robes as the light followed on through the tunnel. Dark shadows spooked their way passed unnoticed by a normal eye but by the Prophet. He moved over and looked right at the ceiling, which was an inch from his face. He glared in front grasping his sword lightly and then turning to a familiar face. A greatly rotted face of half black and a quarter pale flesh on his face stared with deep dark black eyes. Most of his face showed bones from the decomposition. The two stared for the moment in a showdown before the beast moved round in a circle. The Prophet followed the technique drastically.

“So, I see you’re still alive,” he bellowed in a low and deadly voice.

The Prophet neither flinched nor seemed fearful. He slowly stopped his pace and then watched like a chess game for the beast to make the next move. On all fours he moved crunching his front arms like legs.

“Your corruption has done enough damage from before,” he whispered as the echo came past the beast and threw itself along the walls.

The Beast glared sharp and dented teeth, and raised three sharp bladed fingernails. The man stood still as the swipe was thrown back along with the creature. He groaned in pain and anger, as if you could tell whether his face was red.

“I thought the ancient use was destroyed. The Elvish writing had been torn to shreds!” he shouted getting a little more frustrated. The Prophet smiled for the first time and moved a step forward on his guard of all the creatures surrounding him.

“You’ve to learn new things of our New World, Diangus. The Lord has faith that this world won’t be corrupted by evil like ours did. And do you remember whose fault that was?” asked the Prophet pulling his hood off and slashing his sword out to the nearest creature. The candle was placed on the floor as the Beast ran through the dark before the eyes of the Prophet.

The Prophet fought on as many as the thousands of creatures crawled and leaped across the walls to get him. They scrammed and ravaged as the Prophet dodged stabbing one in the eyes and chopping a head off the other.

He jumped in the air and slashed the creature in the rib cage as it fell to the floor bleeding the little blood it had left in it.

As he fell back a new face appeared as the creatures fell back in fear. A dark figure rose out of the shadows. The pale face stared as he walked in with a spear and also seemed to contain robes. He spoke of nothing but ran towards him.

With no pressure the Prophet stood still laughing as the spear rammed through the heart of the man and blood spilled like wine. He fell to the floor on his knees as water filled his eyes. He glared in disbelief and looked up. His hand was raised in the air then his eyes led down to looking at the face of the man from the nightclub. He died on the floor choking on his own red blood from the mouth. All the figures moved out of view and had gone from the scene.



Steps of large feet moved in as a light silver robe flew through the air. This man seemed younger and as he looked down at the Prophet he kicked the floor hard. He moved over to look again and then took his robes.

The blood had stained on it hard and he held it for a minute then looked around for anything lurking.

Why couldn’t you stay, thought the man, why couldn’t just listen for this once? I told you this time would come. The walls tell me everything.

He moved over to the black walls and slowly placed his palm gently upon it.

A rush of wind blew him through to where the Prophet was fighting against the creatures. He looked around standing like he was actually there and then his eyes fixed upon the big beast in the corner. Diagnus’ big ugly face glared over at the warrior that held the spear. The massive scar on his head looked painful but he just stared at the leader in disgrace.

He got thrown back to where he was and he held the body up taking the sword and then walking slowly using the candles. As he moved the purring of the cat caught his attention. It moved with him in silence as he walked back to the top where it still rained.



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Wednesday, September 7, 2005

   Sorry but I will have lots more soon. Last Prophet nex time. See you for the next one.
James 9



An open space of clouds had been swept away with the wicked forest that laid behind a farmer and two other humans that seemed not to be from around here.

A man stood still looking down at the path that was slowly fading as the lush green grass invited the new comers as the sun started to bring warmth to the three and also made James Strakeln look up at the sky. A few birds swooped up and down and moved through as if life was just a game of running around. But James didn’t notice that a buzzard came and dashed its wings and lurched its sharp claws using them like daggers to dig them in to their prey. The little helpless creature cried in its fear making James look down in pity.

The wagon halted to a stop squeaking making a couple of squirrels run and also making Julie hold her ears. James jumped off and then hopped in pain since he had forgotten that he had been bitten in the leg only a day ago.

Chris quickly opened the door rushing in to tidy the pile of junk that James had in there or so it looked.

As the two lovers walked in to the dirty and untidy house James noticed pictures on the bed and picked one up whilst Julie walked into the kitchen. On the back was a price of £12,210 which made James realise that maybe this guy was a bounty or after revenge from robbing thieves that stole something dear. All these thought arrived at James’ brain and at the same time it left out to make new ideas loop through into the compact 1 giga bite brain.

Chris walked in to see that the photo was out left on the bed in the room and hoped that James hadn’t seen it as he had hidden behind the door away from the Bounty.

As Chris left James walked into the kitchen and looked at Julie as the boiling water on the fire was starting to heat up. Chris finally walked in and started to ask question about something as if it was an investigation.

“So, James. I know what you know,” he whispered low enough so that James could only hear him. He looked back puzzled.

“I have no idea what your on about! Are you crazy?” asked James still trying to hide all the facts that he knew.

“I think you do. Someone going to have to do this job for me,” said Chris calmly sitting down on his furry chairs that looked like they were made out of bears. This made him jump on his feet.

“When you think about it these people who have been trying to nick my belongings won’t get away that easily,” whispered Chris looking at Julie as well as looking out to the garden.

James relaxed as his thoughts were not so true. He sat back in the chair and looked over to an electric fence that had been absolutely trashed and demolished compared to a regular fence. Someone had been trying a force entry on the man’s home.

“I think you’ll be right for the job to make sure they don’t get in and to capture them. If you do I’ll have the money to clear your name with the Officers,” whispered Chris silently and making sure the last part was heard correctly.

“I’m wanted by the police?!” shouted James also asking Chris whilst Julie jumped off her feet and fell to the floor giving a signal of pain from her bum. She got back up and looked from James to Chris that looked at James ashamed.

“If you don’t do this then they’ll come for you and Julie,” whispered Chris when Julie looked back and carried on her staring competition with the fire.

James looked over at Julie and then back at Chris. He sighed, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

James walked out and then looked at the field where the thieves had tried to get in. The large fencing was all rusted and looked like it had been done for a purpose.

James looked down at his ragged trousers that had been covered with blood from the incident when the wolves attacked. That was when he remembered that his job slip was in the pocket that got torn to shreds by the savage beasts that pursued them. Shrugging his shoulders he walked back in and drew his sword. Chris moved him over to a huge barn that looked like it had been polished neatly and had been looked after with great care.

“This is where you and Julie will be sleeping,” he said proud of his accomplishment of the great and detailed work.

“But where am I suppose to train?” asked James leaning on the great sword and looking around.

“Inside,” Chris answered, “and wait until tonight. If you hear even the slightest peek use this piece of string and I’ll follow you.”

Chris held up the other end of the string that James now held and it was relaxed softly against his finger. James just walked straight through to the luxurious inside of it followed by Julie who wanted to go to sleep right away.

The evening was dark as shadows passed the trees and as wolves howled the night the faint sound of the ticking of crickets was distantly keeping James awake. In the near by place the sound of a trickling stream was heard running water and pounds of fish jumping in the air like playing on a trampoline. A bat flew screeching its high pitch town and gliding swiftly with the wind only making the slightest noise before shooting off into the night again.

As the bat swooped away the faint noises soon disappeared as new noises erupted with the darkness.

The laughter of about twenty men could be heard slowly calming down and slowly walking steady. They creeped over the rusty fence making as little sound as possible until one tripped over a bucket full of water.

James opened his eyes and quickly pulled on the string that got Chris slowly awake.

James got up and pulled his sword close to him and crept against the wall looking back at Julie who seemed to be knocked out sleeping. James turned around and headed towards the guys.

A man with spiked blond hair was leading the rebel and he was in front of ten others.

One tall man was up near the barn smoking away like a chimney pot and blowing it straight into Strakeln’s face without realising it.

“It’s bad to smoke,” whispered James as the man whimpered with blood dripping down the throat and out of his mouth. Two men looked over and saw nothing. They looked at each other and just carried on.

One walked straight into the house where a large gulping noise was heard by most of the people with a rolling head towards the party leader.

“That Chris guy doesn’t want us to take it!” shouted the leaders voice that sounded familiar to James.

Another guy ran to the door and cut a long and sharp piece of dark string and ran further into the house.

He soon came rolling back with yet a head.

James ran for the nearest bloke and be-headed him as they all looked at him and ran. Daggers and other weapons were pulled out but James was faster and blocked the attacks before hitting them on their legs and stomachs.

The tallest of the lot was the leader who had been leading them for so long and yet he had still not been able to do the what he came to do.

His blond spiked up hair glowed softly in the moonlight that closed in and out of the horrendous night.

The leader brought two swords out and ran towards James who was holding off seven of the thieves.

James green eyes shot straight to the leader and he gave a sudden smirk to him before jumping in the air and cutting blood and spilling a sea of dieing heads that came off in a second.

James held his sword to his side and walked very slowly as the two short blades that the other man held started to glow a silver moon colour.

James looked at the glow and then lit his sword with his deadly flame that brought more light out into the darkness. James stared with his eyes locked at the same green eyes that locked him.

The young man (as James could figure out by his size) ran at him swinging his blades swiftly and waving his arms back and forth like a chicken until James had given up on blocking the boring attacks.

James drew his sword up and brought it down hitting the two blades to the ground. The spiky haired guy crawled back amused by his defeat.

James just carried his smirk and walked with his blade still lit with the essence of fire.

James lifted a face he recognised to well into the light and dropped him down in shock as his smirk quickly changed. James pulled his sword down and caught the man straight in the cloth of his ragged trousers. The man tried to move but was stuck.

“Why didn’t you tell me Christopher?” asked James shining the fire light in his face. The face looked almost identical to that of James. The only difference was the height, age and hair.

“Why should I tell my brother?” asked Christopher rising an eyebrow.

“Why! Because it was only seven years ago that the both of us saved this country together with the help of others!” shouted James as his brother just stared at him.

“That was years ago. You’ll be surprised by what has changed,” said Christopher looking down.

“So I take it you’ve changed your side!” James looked at Chris that stood in the doorway watching and then leaving to go back inside.

“Side! I never chose a side! Neither did you!” shouted Christopher trying to gain some ground.

“Then why were you here?” asked James taking his sword out from Christopher’s trousers.

“Do you remember Amy?” asked the Strakeln brother as James nodded, “Well I had a message that someone was going to kill her.”

James took the letter that was handed. James took Christopher inside the house and Chris and James piled the bodies onto a fire as James’ brother slept.

In the distance horse shoes could be heard galloping with the sound of a very angry officer swearing about the smell of fire. They coughed as Chief Ushi bellowed about how close they were to achieving their goal.


James looked down to his brother and there stared to the letter that had been given to him. He opened it up and then looked at writing that would never have been Amy’s. The blond haired Blacksmith’s daughter that they knew from long ago had always had tidy writing and never had a single mistake or scribble in it.

The letter read:

Christopher,

Hurry up and get a move on! I need your help! If you don’t get here now then they’ll kill me! They want the five million gold Ring. It’s only a matter of day’s now. You know where it is, get it for me and I’ll be safe.

This is the last letter, they want you to deliver it to the post in Graver City.

Amy

Very convincing letter, thought James ripping it up and then shaking his brother awake. Christopher jumped up and then stared at James relaxing and then lying back on the chair.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered to his brother glancing over at the other two who were sleeping.

“We’ve got to go!” shouted James picking him up quietly and then moving his way outside and diving into the trees hidden in the back.

“What are you doing?” asked Christopher in confusion and letting his hand go from the grip.

“The letters a fake. Amy doesn’t write like that. Only one person we both know does,” he moved over and close to the house as if to wave goodbye to Julie as if he was going to leave the world for a long time.

“Who?” asked the nosy brother before a flash of lightening hit the tree with gusts of wind blowing through the air. James looked up thinking he had seen something but when he glanced all he could see was shadows. He ran with his brother and then closed by the wood. Silence over took as James stopped by the edge of the forest and reaching up to the surface of a muddy mountain. The sun shined and as they looked back they could both see that the black clouds were placed there by someone and James is the only one who can remember who it is.

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