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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