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Epilogue “The breathe of hate”



Dark heavy drops of blood dripped down the side of my face. Heavy breathing echoing through my head the thumps of my beating heart. Wild fear and desperation in my eyes looking for a way out no way, trapped like the others were. This day had to come, or did it? Had it not been my fault to walk into this trap? My fault to come with the group? Yes. Mine entirely, for coming here. The halls decked with the skulls of Survivors wanderers failed projects. Like me I am number 1178 of the Dartuase III project. I was made to stop the up holding apocalyptic siege that reins upon us now. We were supposed to stop the Shadow Breeders..but nothing could. I stand here now surrounded by them. Without any fellow Light Holders, We have long since been killed or captured. The one who created us Sir Boulthon Swirvin was killed by Dusker the first Shadow Breeder.
He led the attack or invasion that swallowed the earth into eternal darkness. That's when we were awakened to save Earth. We weren't trained to fight only had one memory “you have a light that shines brighter than any other, That's why your my favorite Zesker you are the brightest one I have made” The last words Boulthon said to me in his dying fading breath. I had felt something I hadn't before they described as Anger or Hatred I knew neither of those meaning. But I felt a cold dark hunger to watch the Shadow Breeders burn I wanted to watch them burn before me and cry to me for help pleading and weeping as they melted and singed I would laugh at them. But no I shan't do it. I will stop them and bring the light that once shone across Earth and restore humanity. For we were made for this purpose. We will restore it I swear, I swear.


Chapter I “The kill”

Burny stood watching the road with tense eyes. “what do you see?” I whisper into the burning afternoon air. Turning slightly he responded in a low rasp whisper “Rouge scavengers, Maybe in a Rouge Factourium but I don't see the symbols on them”. I turn back towards the group and linger on toes crouched to not be seen. “Pull them back a little further we see people but not sure if hostile be ready to run or fight if we need to” I spoke to Heather, one of the Light Holders like me and Burny. “Alright just don't draw attention to yourself OK?” she said in a joking tone. Crouching back to Burny's I see he had an arrow notched in his bow. “They are servants for the Shadow's” He said in a bitter voice like venom. I pull out my home made war hammer. Consistent of a sledge hammer enhanced with some welding iron parts. I could see the crude dark burning mark bared across their faces in the light of the fading sun. We jumped from the ledge of the drop off. With a shrieking cry they responded to the movement baring claws and fangs. Circling each other awaiting the next players move. Silence for the next five minutes of circling and baring fangs. Finally Burny let an arrow fly through the one on the right. With a hiss it fell curling into a ball. The one on the left came at me full fury. Flying and clawing at my face with controlled hatred and evil. “urgk.” Heaving my war hammer at the face. A satisfying crunch followed by a ringing pain through my arms of the shock. Walking up to the stilled bodies we kicked them making sure they were in mobilized. “Well that was exciting” Chuckled Burny ripping the arrow out of the servant. “Well I do admit it was exciting watching them go down” I say writing down two more scores that we turn in when we go back to the main base. “Alright let's gather up the group and head on up to the base.” Walking back up the ledge I look out over the fading sun setting below the ruins of the city. “where the hell did it go wrong?” I ask myself turning back to the direction. We headed half a mile until we came across a park were the group was resting. “ OK business has been done let's get the journey over and get the hell back to Fort FireStorm” With that the group cheered, getting their gear loaded and ready to move out. Marching down an old city street passing familiar banks and stores. Most were businesses left and forgotten to rot in this city of hell. Exhaling I step off to the side and adjust my pack. Another Light Holder Hannah or Hann's for short. Slowly walking next to me she smiled and crossed her arms. “I see you lost our bet we had.” Calmly breathing I reply in an sarcastic voice. “Well now you said a “Pack” not two, So that bet is invalid” Giving me a smirk she returns a reply “Well I say Bullshit, they were still the servants of the Shadow's” she said with a cold stare that then turned into a joking smile. “Fine you can give me half the bet but I’m still counting how many we'll see in the next run smart ass” Getting back into formation we started to see the tops of FireStorm. “Hey home sweet home guys” I shout to the group cheers jeered from the crowd and we started up a light jog. Not even half way there we could smell the smoke and see the bright glowing lights of fire burning FireStorm. “Oh my god..Everyone battle formation! Were under attack!” People gasping and yelling the horror was real and alive. Our only way back to America was being burned to the ground. Charging with full momentum we burst through the darkened metal gates. Fighting everywhere people falling fire's blazing shadows swarming the helpless. “Kill them all!” We shouted our war cry and started to bat and slay the demons. Dark shadows sweeping in from the sky were carrying away my group. “Someone man the damn torrents!” Yelling commands at the remaining fighters. Then the secondary gates burst open revealing a new squad of people. Not ours by the assortment of guns and swords. Some in chain mail others in armor or regular clothing. They shot a white burst into the night lighting up the sky and area around us. “ 'hasrei forusa NELIRADA' “ The man in front of the group spoke Light. I never knew the old ones survived now we can complete our training. But what business does he have here? Why hadn't he warded off the shadows before we came here? Approaching steadily the new group readied their weapons ready for a fight at any instant. The torrent gunners aimed their guns at them. I signaled them to hold fire until given permission. Finally the group reached 6 feet away from us, and their leader spoke in English. “So this is your base no?” He asked addressing me up front as if I was the leader. Burny and Hannah were already at my side with their special Light given weapons at their side. “Mine no, but home yes that is the more proper way to say it, I also see that you are a Light Holder.” Giving him a calm but superior look. “Ah so you know what I am but the question is what are you?” Asking as if he was a prophet of some sort. “What I am is a Light Holder number 1178 from the Dartuase III project, and you better watch yourself for we have been longed a terrible journey and come to home to Hell.” I say concluding what I had to say at the moment. We stood there weapons raised and no one moving but 2 in. only to breathe. Finally he spoke up “Are you going to help the wounded or let them die?” he said in a tune of cold hardness that was not to be questioned. We adjusted our sacks and jogged to help the ones that survived the horrid battle. We found many strung from the ledges of the ramparts of the wall blood trickling from their faces and wounds. Most just half torn into and others with crude bites and claw marks that killed them in a fast period of time. We found few that held out others had bleed out in our arms. Families, cousins, brothers and sisters, And loved ones most friends. The Shadows laid on the ground with no sound not even a beat of a heart. Blood covered walls and floors showed the gravity of the situation. “Damn they ripped us up like some freaking chew toys.” I spat at the realization of it we had been overrun and slaughtered at our own home and safety. “Z..Zesker...Come to me child come...You must lead...The people now..I cannot go on anymore this bite has taken my last life lad...URK....” The voice was from Danial solavin. The former leader and friend an old friend. He had seen me created and made my specialty. Tears streaked down my cheeks cooling my warm face. I sobbed until a hand gently came to my back. “He's dead..” is all I could manage. “Heather...Heather is dead Zesker..I'm sorry we lost more than her too Buster and Kyle were mauled in a corner, And Steven and Mary were strung up on the Southern wall” Hannah's smooth voice trickled out like a freight train ramming my heart into nothing. I opened my eyes vision red and a warm heat growing more intense as I thought about all my companions laying dead and mauled in their own home. Without thinking I turned around and started to levitate. How? Why is this happening? They will pay for everything I swear! They will burn under my fingers shrieking for mercy that will never come! A bright sphere enveloped me and was becoming brighter and brighter. A giant bolt of light exploded making my ears ring as it blew a building off it's foundation. Eyes glowing white clothes smeared with singe marks and black cuts. My vision cleared and everyone stared in awe at me. “what happened?” was the last thing before I blacked out into an abyss of darkness and warm comfort. Like a dream never to come true or happen. Just the thought of a shelter never to exist or ever be...Never be.









Chapter II “The uprising”


waking to the smell of fresh cooked meals was the biggest surprise I ever woke to. I remember the attack and the group, Also my giant spasm that ended with me blacking out. Sitting up I could feel the major pain in my head. Pounding like a drum being beat in a simple rhythm. “easy boy, your not gonna heal getting up like that” That voice was familiar ah yes the new groups leader. “who are you and what did you do wit Hannah and Burny?” I say groggily. “Zesker..I should have mentioned this to..Burny was taken by the shadows.” Hannah stood in the corner of the small metal room that was meant for the medical room. “Damn it everything is going to hell now isn't it?” I moaned from the intense pain throbbing in my head. “Well not exactly, you found your secret weapon last night didn't you?” Said the man “Also my name is Spark, because I shoot those light sparks in battle” Spark said in the quick moment he had. “Well Spark let's just see here can you save my friend that was taken? Guess not” I was cutting this guy no slack I didn't trust him even if he is a Light Holder even they can go against us and the order. “well now I can but I won't with an attitude like this your giving me” He said in a smart ass tone. I stood in front of him Hammer ready and said real clear. “You better have a good reason to be here or me and my men are going to have to escort your dead bodies out of here”. Stepping closer to me he spoke to my ear “I wouldn't want to do that Zesker I know your past” With that I threw him into the wall cracking it with dust and shards spewing around the room. Hannah disappeared from sight as the fight raged. Through the corridors we had fought and into the outside court yard were a mass of people had gathered. Most from the lunch room others from sleeping in their rooms were aroused in mid dream. Spark battered and bleeding stalked out of the doors he had thrown me through. I had a gash above my eyebrow and bruises everywhere small cuts and scratches here and there. Besides that I wasn't going to give up easy. “Come on boy, I am stronger and smarter than you, how can you possibly think to beat me?” Mocking my very presence like I was a paper bag in a desert. “You don't know anything” I say spatting blood into the dirt. Heaving my hammer I make a blow to his chest. A sharp cracking and popping noise was heard. He laid there motionless then twitched and sat up. His chest caved in and crooked bone torn out of his shirt. “well guess you didn't know I can't be killed?” He said as his chest popped and crackled back into place. “My turn.” Slamming his palms into my chest he throws me backwards into a tree. Stars and black dots came in and out of my vision. Gasping for breathe I get up and grab my hammer. “You may not die but I..do..not..give..UP” throwing my weight into him he stumbles and stutters his response into a startled cry. Getting up he brushes off the dirt and soot on him. “Well that's enough playing for now, I think it's about time I told you why I am here Joshua” He said staring into my eyes. “What” I say stunned and confused about everything happening right now at this moment him, me everything.
We had talked for many hours. “your mother Janella she wanted you to be called Joshua but then you died in her arms at birth, Dr. took you and had you re-animated and injected the serum into you while you slept in the incubator.” He finished with a sad look. “my mom did she survive?” I asked in bewilderment. “No she died trying to save you as the first wave of attack happened..” He stopped with a sudden halt. “You are my son Joshua I have searched for many years to find a trace that you lived.” he said with many sparkles in his eyes. Stunned I rested my head against the cracked wall I had thrown him into. “No possible way Dr. said I was made by DNA cells extracted from a child when they were born” I reply dazed in the midst of it all. “Get some rest we'll talk tomorrow Joshua” With that he left me to slumber on those thoughts. “good night father” was all.