03-10-2009, 11:09 AM
“Move Ashe… NOW!” she screamed wordlessly into her mind, breaking the frost that had taken her muscles. It began with one hand over the other, releasing a bar to pull on another, until she finished her journey by pulling herself over the side of the large concrete roof. She lay there for a moment, taking in her deep breaths, until the very building shook for a moment.
What was that?
The girl rolled back to her knees and looked over the edge, hoping to derive an answer from the creatures below, but what she saw brought forth an entirely different danger. They were so desperate to reach her that the mass of hellspawned hobbits were climbing on top of one another, using their sheer numbers to allow the strong to rise to the top of the weak. There was no thought involved beyond mindless grasping at the frail human girl out of reach, but it was building an effective platform of cruel flesh regardless.
Pushing herself to her feet, her teenage mind worked to come up with either a new escape route or a way to fight back. Her feet raced across the concrete rooftop until they set into the path of a solid metal door leading into the building. She brightened, but only for a moment, as her prayers were crushed by the unmoving locked door. After pulling till her sockets were strained, she fell back to the ground, pushing herself weakly back to her feet.
“RAAHAAHAAHAA!”
“KEK KEK KEK!
“HEEHEEHEEHEE!
The choir of the crazed was finally pulling itself to the top of the building. Ashe spun, fumbling around with the handle again until she finally screamed in frustration, kicking the door. Sadly, the door did not open but she heard another open nearby.
Inside was an assortment of tools, hoses, even an axe. Without another thought, she snatched the axe from its bonds and turned to face the corrupted childrens’ story that was gnashing its collection of bladed canines with large tongues. She had the time to stare at them as one of them finally climbed to the top of the pile, standing victorious with its arms in the air as it shouted its battlecry in defiance of Ashe’s weapon.
That one was launched off of the pile into a freefall to the ground as another, far less patient, goblin rose to the challenge.
It wasted no time in leaping from the almost toppling pile of living nightmares to shriek its own cry while en route to the girl. Two more quickly filled in the steps behind it and she tightened her grip on the axe shaft. She wasn’t going to go down, and if she had to fight these things, then that’s how it would be. They had mistaken her for fragile and helpless, and that is what made them targets.
By now, a large group had reached the top, leaving her to the fate of slicing endlessly through the neverending night born. And yet… She waited. She calmly held the hatchet as if she were in a trance, about to unleash some new and hidden ability, the likes of which had never been experienced in the galaxy.
Out the corner of her eyes, she noticed a camera moving from the creatures to herself, and she glared. This was all some game show, for them to die to whatever cruel conjurations Kai Demolic could think up, just to give him something to get himself off on as he watched over the cutting room feed reels. The moment the camera locked onto her, she knew that it was time. The creatures had gotten close enough that there was no turning back.
For them.
Her middle finger came up defiantly to the camera, and she screamed loudly, “Piss off!”
Then she spun, her axe digging deeply into the wooden structure she had braced herself against. This wooden structure happened to be entirely supported by four legs, one of which now had a sharp axe embedded into it. Pushing her foot against its concrete brace, she wrenched the axe free in time to slam it mercilessly into the second leg.
The creatures were mere steps away when she kicked one of the legs, destroying the foundation of the water tower directly above her. With a groan, it fell forward, a torrential cascade of cleansing rain rushing forward into the hellish onslaught as the bucket crashed into the concrete roofing. She stepped back as it cut through the group with the clarity of a katana, throwing the cackling mob into itself and washing them back over the edge from whence they came.
It seemed as if it had worked.
Her shoes splashed through the remaining water as she rushed towards the edge to look down at the goblins below, her axe still in hand for defense. To her surprise, a few of them were still holding tightly to the edge and ladder from having been thrown over. Even more oddly, they were all shaking and jerking violently as if caught in one large epidemic seizure. They were dying.
It seemed as if it had worked.
“Raahhh… hahhh…” She froze, and turned to look to the side at one of the goblins that had been swept into the corner instead of off the roof. It was not dying. In fact, it was doing the exact opposite. Its flesh was bubbled into disgusting pus-filled pores as its clothing was shredding around its growing form. Its claws were extending angrily from its lengthening fingers as its jaw only grew wider and its teeth grew sharper.
One look over the edge showed that the entire mob was experiencing the same metamorphosis as the one nearby, into what seemed to unfortunately be an even deadlier group of ravenous beings. She looked back up once more as the main demonling stumbled forward, unsure of itself on its completely shifted bone structure and reformed legs. Its arms hung down like wirey blades, with large clawed hands clapping gleefully at the situation. Another few steps forward showed that it was learning to adapt to its new form at an unhealthy rate.
Santa’s Little Helpers had adamantly become Satan’s Little Hellspawn.
Another claw swung over the edge and grabbed her leg, eliciting a scream from her as she brought the axe down and severed the imposing appendage from its master. Shaking it loose, she turned and ran back to the toolshed, completely at a loss for ideas. Distraction? She threw the axe at the one that was growing steadily closer, missing it entirely and leaving her wide open. Her arm reach into the door again and grabbed anything she could to try again, this time hurling a paint bucket at the creature.
It shattered on impact with the large claw of the creature as it tried to catch it, bathing it from its gaping maw down its backside with a white stripe from the pain. It stopped for a moment, growling angrily before its jaw twisted once more into a grin, taking the mark of distinction with pride. As the others finally made their way over the rooftop, it jabbed a finger at her, a General in its own way.
She swallowed, and immediately felt the building lurch again, throwing all of them from their feet in several directions. Ashe was thrown back across the watery concrete to where she had made her first stand as the goblins and hobgoblins were sprawled over each other, the large striped one throwing its claw angrily in her direction. Somehow, her hand clasped onto a clothing line that had been hanging across from one roof to another, and with perfect timing, as another explosion rocketed the structure hard enough that it began to lean to the side before imploding in on itself, caving to its destroyed foundation.
With a clumsiness defying those in red spandex, she was thrown from the building top with the rope in hand, swinging wildly towards the ground away from the collapsing building as the rope snapping, throwing her to the ground in a painful roll that let her gasping for air in the aftermath. Even worse, she could still hear the maddening laughter of both forms of creatures in the darkened debris and rubble, mocking them to the bitter end.
She tried to climb to her feet once more, unable to think of a way to escape.
What was that?
The girl rolled back to her knees and looked over the edge, hoping to derive an answer from the creatures below, but what she saw brought forth an entirely different danger. They were so desperate to reach her that the mass of hellspawned hobbits were climbing on top of one another, using their sheer numbers to allow the strong to rise to the top of the weak. There was no thought involved beyond mindless grasping at the frail human girl out of reach, but it was building an effective platform of cruel flesh regardless.
Pushing herself to her feet, her teenage mind worked to come up with either a new escape route or a way to fight back. Her feet raced across the concrete rooftop until they set into the path of a solid metal door leading into the building. She brightened, but only for a moment, as her prayers were crushed by the unmoving locked door. After pulling till her sockets were strained, she fell back to the ground, pushing herself weakly back to her feet.
“RAAHAAHAAHAA!”
“KEK KEK KEK!
“HEEHEEHEEHEE!
The choir of the crazed was finally pulling itself to the top of the building. Ashe spun, fumbling around with the handle again until she finally screamed in frustration, kicking the door. Sadly, the door did not open but she heard another open nearby.
Inside was an assortment of tools, hoses, even an axe. Without another thought, she snatched the axe from its bonds and turned to face the corrupted childrens’ story that was gnashing its collection of bladed canines with large tongues. She had the time to stare at them as one of them finally climbed to the top of the pile, standing victorious with its arms in the air as it shouted its battlecry in defiance of Ashe’s weapon.
That one was launched off of the pile into a freefall to the ground as another, far less patient, goblin rose to the challenge.
It wasted no time in leaping from the almost toppling pile of living nightmares to shriek its own cry while en route to the girl. Two more quickly filled in the steps behind it and she tightened her grip on the axe shaft. She wasn’t going to go down, and if she had to fight these things, then that’s how it would be. They had mistaken her for fragile and helpless, and that is what made them targets.
By now, a large group had reached the top, leaving her to the fate of slicing endlessly through the neverending night born. And yet… She waited. She calmly held the hatchet as if she were in a trance, about to unleash some new and hidden ability, the likes of which had never been experienced in the galaxy.
Out the corner of her eyes, she noticed a camera moving from the creatures to herself, and she glared. This was all some game show, for them to die to whatever cruel conjurations Kai Demolic could think up, just to give him something to get himself off on as he watched over the cutting room feed reels. The moment the camera locked onto her, she knew that it was time. The creatures had gotten close enough that there was no turning back.
For them.
Her middle finger came up defiantly to the camera, and she screamed loudly, “Piss off!”
Then she spun, her axe digging deeply into the wooden structure she had braced herself against. This wooden structure happened to be entirely supported by four legs, one of which now had a sharp axe embedded into it. Pushing her foot against its concrete brace, she wrenched the axe free in time to slam it mercilessly into the second leg.
The creatures were mere steps away when she kicked one of the legs, destroying the foundation of the water tower directly above her. With a groan, it fell forward, a torrential cascade of cleansing rain rushing forward into the hellish onslaught as the bucket crashed into the concrete roofing. She stepped back as it cut through the group with the clarity of a katana, throwing the cackling mob into itself and washing them back over the edge from whence they came.
It seemed as if it had worked.
Her shoes splashed through the remaining water as she rushed towards the edge to look down at the goblins below, her axe still in hand for defense. To her surprise, a few of them were still holding tightly to the edge and ladder from having been thrown over. Even more oddly, they were all shaking and jerking violently as if caught in one large epidemic seizure. They were dying.
It seemed as if it had worked.
“Raahhh… hahhh…” She froze, and turned to look to the side at one of the goblins that had been swept into the corner instead of off the roof. It was not dying. In fact, it was doing the exact opposite. Its flesh was bubbled into disgusting pus-filled pores as its clothing was shredding around its growing form. Its claws were extending angrily from its lengthening fingers as its jaw only grew wider and its teeth grew sharper.
One look over the edge showed that the entire mob was experiencing the same metamorphosis as the one nearby, into what seemed to unfortunately be an even deadlier group of ravenous beings. She looked back up once more as the main demonling stumbled forward, unsure of itself on its completely shifted bone structure and reformed legs. Its arms hung down like wirey blades, with large clawed hands clapping gleefully at the situation. Another few steps forward showed that it was learning to adapt to its new form at an unhealthy rate.
Santa’s Little Helpers had adamantly become Satan’s Little Hellspawn.
Another claw swung over the edge and grabbed her leg, eliciting a scream from her as she brought the axe down and severed the imposing appendage from its master. Shaking it loose, she turned and ran back to the toolshed, completely at a loss for ideas. Distraction? She threw the axe at the one that was growing steadily closer, missing it entirely and leaving her wide open. Her arm reach into the door again and grabbed anything she could to try again, this time hurling a paint bucket at the creature.
It shattered on impact with the large claw of the creature as it tried to catch it, bathing it from its gaping maw down its backside with a white stripe from the pain. It stopped for a moment, growling angrily before its jaw twisted once more into a grin, taking the mark of distinction with pride. As the others finally made their way over the rooftop, it jabbed a finger at her, a General in its own way.
She swallowed, and immediately felt the building lurch again, throwing all of them from their feet in several directions. Ashe was thrown back across the watery concrete to where she had made her first stand as the goblins and hobgoblins were sprawled over each other, the large striped one throwing its claw angrily in her direction. Somehow, her hand clasped onto a clothing line that had been hanging across from one roof to another, and with perfect timing, as another explosion rocketed the structure hard enough that it began to lean to the side before imploding in on itself, caving to its destroyed foundation.
With a clumsiness defying those in red spandex, she was thrown from the building top with the rope in hand, swinging wildly towards the ground away from the collapsing building as the rope snapping, throwing her to the ground in a painful roll that let her gasping for air in the aftermath. Even worse, she could still hear the maddening laughter of both forms of creatures in the darkened debris and rubble, mocking them to the bitter end.
She tried to climb to her feet once more, unable to think of a way to escape.
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