Light Warriors - (6) - Hunted

Chapter I

He woke.

He quickly scanned his surroundings. He was in a dark, damp cave. He checked his pack. All of his stuff was still there. Water dripped from the ceiling and hit the floor with a soft plunk. He turned around and saw an exit to the cave. He walked out. He was in a forest. A thick blanket of fog covered the wet and muddy ground. It looked like it had been raining recently. The branches of the ancient trees reached towards the starry sky, like if they did that for long enough they could pull themselves out of the forest. He walked along the muddy ground, leaving deep footsteps. A squirrel scampered across the ground. He didn't care. He walked on. A small bead of perspiration trickled down from his hair and ran down his shirt. He was getting tired, but still he plodded on. Suddenly he smelled smoke. Was that... fire? A wall of fire erupted from the trees behind him and he started running. The burning flames swallowed the trees and licked the forest floor. Then suddenly, he heard human voices. Panicked. He wanted to help, but he couldn't do anything. Then he saw a large rock and he dived right behind it. He saw two figures blur past. Human figures. Without thinking, he dived and tackled them both to safety. He glimpsed both of their faces. Both male. They rolled across the wet muddy ground for a while, and eventually stopped. Immediately Xtremeo said 

"What are you doing? You're gonna get yourself killed!"

 Both of the kids had fear shining through their eyes. One of them was wearing a muscle shirt and had light brown hair with eyes as black as coal. The other one had sandy golden hair and piercing electric-blue eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul. The one with the sandy hair said 

"Who are you?"

 Xtremeo replied

"Who are you?"

The kid with brown hair said 

"The name's Atomo. I know it's not a very common name, and I don't know why my parents named me that, either."

The kid with the golden hair said

"Mine's Seebercon. Same as Atomo, I don't know why my parents named me that either.

"Mine's Xtremeo," said Xtremeo. "I guess it's not a very common name either... Anyway, you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

"Well, it's a long story-"

Atomo's sentence was cut off by the barking of some wild dogs.

"Long story short, we're being chased by some crazy guy, probably a hobo, with a shotgun, and he wants us to join his crazy club." said Atomo

"What club?"

"I dunno, probably a hobo club."

Seebercon chuckled. 

The dogs suddenly burst through the trees and started to circle them, midnight black fur the color of the night sky above. The three boys jumped in surprise. Their gleaming yellow eyes burned with fury, like they wanted nothing more than to rip them apart. Which at the moment, they probably did.

"We're gonna have to fight our way through." Xtremeo quietly said. "Got any weapons?"

"Uhh... I've got my pocketknife.." said Seebercon warily.

"I've got a pellet gun in my bag..." said Atomo.

"Not good enough." said Xtremeo. "Here." Xtremeo passed them both pistols.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Atomo.

"Wait, what about you?" asked Seebercon.

In reply, Xtremeo pulled out his swords. 

"Whoa!" exclaimed Atomo again.

"You do know how to use these, right?" said Xtremeo.

"Of course we do!" said Seebercon.

The boys moved closer together, their backs to each other. The first hound leapt at them, and Xtremeo slashed downwards with Oblivion, cleaving the hound's skull in two. Although no physical steps were taken, the remaining hounds seemed to step back. Atomo squeezed the trigger and at the same time a hound leapt at him. Atomo stepped to one side as the dead body of the hound blurred past him. It skidded into the ground. The last hound leapt at Seebercon and he fired. But at the last second the hound twisted out of the way and knocked the gun from his hand. Seebercon whipped out his pocketknife, and unsheathed it. It seemed to glow green for a second, and then a green dagger of light plunged into the hound's back.

The knife was riddled with streams of green, like transparent veins and green blood.  Suddenly it started to grow until it was the size of a sword.

"How did you do that?" asked Xtremeo.

Then, suddenly, a blast rang out through the night. A split second later a shotgun shell hit the ground where Xtremeo had been standing moments before. He stared at where the shot had come from. A man stood next to a tree, plain fury etched onto his ugly face. He wore a dirty torn hunter's jacket and carried a sub machine gun in his left hand. In his right hand he carried a knife. His hair was dark and scruffy. He was wearing short pants and his legs were covered with long curly hairs. When he spoke, his voice dripped with venom.  "You killed my dogs. YOU KILLED MY DOGS!!"

He opened fire with the Uzi in his hand. Bullets spat into the ground. Xtremeo stabbed downwards with Oblivion, and cracks spread like a jigsaw across the ground. The man leaped just as the earth cracked apart, about to swallow him up like a hungry monster. The ground closed up, just as Atomo fired a bullet from his gun. The man slashed downwards with his knife, and the bullet bounced onto the floor. Seebercon whipped around and tried a slash with his sword. However, he clearly had no experience using a blade, and missed by a mile. The sword hit the ground and he tripped and tumbled over it. Seebercon fell, and the man lunged at him with the knife. Atomo yelled "No!" and suddenly a shield appeared between Seebercon and the man. The knife hit the shield and clattered uselessly to the floor.

"Wha...?" the man exclaimed.

Atomo waved his hand and a humongous spear, tipped with gleaming gold materialized in his hand. It had a dark wooden shaft, and a hilt studded with cobalt. He threw it and it stuck into the man's throat. The man gagged and fell to the floor. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the ground. Several men came out from the shadows and started running at them. They each had guns in their hands.

"Run!" screamed Xtremeo.

TO BE CONTINUED....

Light Warriors - Morning Star - [3]

Climbing into the dark chamber, down the bare iron ladder, he kept going down and down until the darkness swallowed him. He looked down, wondering if this tunnel had an end. And there he saw it. The glowing light shone, at the end  of the ladder. But it seemed to have an eerie glow to it. His brain split into two parts. Half of it wanted to see what was making it glow. The other part wanted to run away and hide. Both screamed at him and made his head hurt. Instinctively, he pulled out his gun. Slowly he descended down towards the glow.

The glow wasn't a normal glow, but it was more of a frog green glow. He aimed the gun down. It seemed to take forever, but eventually he made it down. The half of his brain that wanted to run away started screaming even louder. He looked around for the source of the glow, but the brilliant light seemed to appear out of nowhere. He heard a clacking noise behind him. He turned quickly, and saw a thing of impossibility. A living skeleton, wielding a scythe and wearing a dark brown cloak. The cloak was still totally smooth, even though it should have been creased. He took out the gun and, without thinking, fired. The ray that came out of the gun just dissipated as it touched the cloak of the monster. The skeleton took a step forward and he took a step back, firing. This time, the skeleton took out his scythe and seemed to push at the air and the ray reversed, flying towards him. He dodged the ray and fired the gun again. The skeleton splayed his free hand and reversed the other ray, hitting the gun. The gun dissipated into steam and he dropped it in surprise. He gulped and took out the only method of defense he had left: The midnight black sword, Oblivion. He took it out of his belt and swung recklessly at the skeleton. The skeleton parried with the tip of his scythe with ease. The skeleton spun and brought the tip of the scythe down. He chopped at the scythe, hoping to block it. He managed to cut it in half, but that didn't stop the scythe from hitting his eye. He screamed a scream of pain and the skeleton screamed an inhuman scream of rage. Then the skeleton spoke. As he whispered, it sounded like a hundred voices were whispering at once. "I'm not done with you." Then, as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into thin air. 

Stunned by what had just happened, for about a minute he just stared. Then he realized there was something where the skeleton had vanished. A golden star, glowing not as the corridor was glowing, but with a warm, golden glow. He wondered if the star was really a star and not a bomb or a weapon in disguise. As soon as he thought that, it changed, and he was suddenly holding two swords, one golden and one midnight black. He stared at the golden sword in awe. It seemed to heal all the cuts and scrapes from the crash. But there was one scar that nothing could heal. The scar across his eye was still burning as if it were on fire. He then realized he could only see with one eye. He looked around, and nearly fainted. His other eye was lying in a mess on the ground. Ignoring the pain, he staggered through the dark, bare, metal corridor. No destination in mind, no end in sight, he ventured on and on and on and on. Still holding both swords, he held up the golden one for light. Then, he saw a wall, with a metal circle in the middle. In the middle of the circle was a slot that he could put his sword in. He stuck Oblivion inside but nothing happened.  So he stuck Morning Star inside, and surprisingly, it fit really easily. He took the sword out for more light again, but as soon as he did, the dead end opened up into a massive urban metropolis. Amazed at what he saw, he stepped inside. Humanity was supposed to be dying, but to discover a huge city here was just amazing.  He made the mistake of turning the golden sword - a sword called Morning Star, back into it's sheath mode, the mini golden star, and turning Oblivion back into a dagger. He put them into his sword scabbard, the one he had gotten from his father. 

Then the last thing he saw was a flash of grey, and everything went black.

To be continued...

Light Warriors - Cosmic Battle - Part [2]

The frost curled around the wood, making it seem like the wood had turned blue. Ice spread across the glass panes. Vines and moss stuck to the spruce planks. A grim, dark graveyard with dark green grass stood on the plain icy land.

And yet it was possible for someone to live here.

The wind roared. No, it howled. It howled with such ferocity that some of the mighty spruce trees fell to the ground. The cloaked figure glided through the dark, stormy night. Yellow eyes peered out from under the dark brown cloak. A bang echoed through the night, followed by a dying whimper. A fox fell to the ground, unmarked and uninjured, expect for the fact that it was dead. No footprints followed this creature of darkness, and yet it moved smoothly towards the wooden shack. One of the windows had light coming out from it. The rest of the grim home was covered in a blanket of darkness. Suddenly, at the end of the lawn, there was a loud boom. A humongous block of metal rose into the sky. No, wait, was that really a chunk of metal? No, it was a cosmic cruiser, rising for one final journey through space. The hooded figure glided faster. He took out his scythe. The wind seemed to speak as the creature of darkness opened its mouth.

"No."

It took off. The engines glowed bright blue.

"NO!"

And the ship vanished into infinity, in a bright, sapphire blast.

Xtremeo

The shimmering portal illuminated the damp, dark cave. What would happen when he went through? Where was the portal leading to? A thousand questions formed in his mind. Was this a death trap? Would he survive?  "Well," he thought. "You'll never find out if you never jump in." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leapt in.

When he gained consciousness again, he was sitting on a bare metal floor. A majestic hall of - what was that? Silver? The portal behind him was still activated. A shiny, polished jewel floor and crystal chandeliers suggested that this place belonged to someone - or something - who had loads of luxurious items. He stood up. On a quartz table, he saw something that looked like a gun. He grabbed it and discovered that it was very heavy. "Good," He thought, "That must mean it's loaded." Having been raised in a world filled with monsters, where danger lurked around every corner, he had learned to keep a weapon on him at all times. This place though... On that world, he had been the last human in existence. The rest of the humans had been exterminated. He and his family had managed to live in peace for some years before one of the demons spotted him through the window and the house was attacked and they had been separated. The last he saw of his father was him going into the cave. And as for his mother.. after the attack, he had never seen her again.

He heard the sound of feet coming down the hall and he hid behind the table. He pulled out the gun. Expecting to see a horrifying beast, he put his finger on the trigger and fired. The thick, blue beam that came out of it shot with lightning speed and when he looked at what he had just shot he put his head in his hands. He had just shot an old man.

He looked at the smoking gun, now shining blue. He looked at it in a fury. He had probably just shot the last human being on earth, other than himself. He looked around frantically. He saw what looked like a spike with wings, and on those wings, different needles of different sizes were stuck there. Hearing more footsteps, having nowhere else to hide, he dived into the open hatch on the spike-plane thingy. This time, he saw the real monster. It must have been hunting this old man. The beast wasn't used to have spent so much time hunting something, and then to suddenly find its prey dead, on the floor of its own manor. Confused, it let out a weak roar.

Suddenly, he realized what this spike-plane was. He pressed a red button on the panel of buttons. The engines revved and at once he knew he had pressed the wrong button. He had meant to hit the fire button - but it looked like he had hit the start-the-ship button. He uttered a curse and took the steering stick. There were two red buttons on top of the two sticks, and he knew what they did. But just as he was about to fire at the demon that had turned his head to where he was hiding, the ship gave a mighty lurch and before he knew it, he had shot past the atmosphere of this planet and into open space.

Once he got used to the feeling of flying through space at about a million miles per hour, he started calming down. Suddenly, a radar screen on his right showed loads of red little dots. Even smaller dots came out of the larger dots and swirled around them. Every so often, a dot would glow white then red, white, and then red, until it grew huge and disappeared. He looked up through the glass and saw humongous star cruisers and starfighters shooting lasers at each other. "What the --?" He saw that some of the fighters were the same as his, and the other fighters were slightly different - they were blue and more heavily armed. Suddenly, two of the blue starfighters broke off from the battle and started flying towards him. They started firing at him, and he let his instincts take over. Fly up, Fly down, aim, fire, repeat. After about twenty seconds, both of the enemy starfighters lay in smoky debris. He started celebrating a little to early and his arm hit a faded yellow button that said:

----A-TO--LOT----

Looking closer, he noticed it actually said:

----AUTOPILOT----

"Oh, hell," he said as the fighter zoomed through space.

He got hit by lasers at least fifty times as the ship zoomed through the battle zone. Damaged and battered, it zoomed through space for at least two hours until he saw a brilliant grey moon. Then he realized he was speeding towards it. He tried to disable the autodrive for the millionth time, and was unsuccessful. He braced for impact and --

When he came to, there was a parachute covering him. He took it off and he stood up. The floor seemed like metal. He looked at this bare planet. He saw a trapdoor. He opened it up. A ladder made out of metal went deep down into the hole. He looked around at  this bare world. There was nothing except for this. If he didn't find food and water soon, he would perish on this lonely world. He dropped into the hole, and started climbing down the ladder.

TO BE CONTINUED...     

Light Warriors - Oblivion - Part [1]

I've decided to start a new series of posts on my blog, which are basically installments of a story which I made up myself. I hope you enjoy!

XtrEmeO

Rowan

His blood dripped onto the rock. The glittering crystals shone against the pale, black stone. Was this cave supposed to be a challenge? This was too easy. A spike impaled the wall behind him, and an arrow missed him by a mile. Turning a corner, he stopped. An unmistakable groaning sound was coming from down that hallway. Pulling out his sleek black pistol,  he took aim at the bend. His torch felt like it was floating away from his hand as the lights went out. For the first time, he felt scared. "Get a grip on yourself," he said with difficulty, because his teeth were chattering gently. "The curse of Oblivion is a folk tale and not to be believed!" A tremendous roar filled the chamber, and as he turned. A pair of red eyes stared right back at him. He screamed and fired his pistol. Fear flooded through him. He watched as the bullet sailed through the air for a split second before turning and sprinting with all his might towards the way he came. A sharp pain came from his right thigh. He risked a glance down and looked at his leg. An arrow was sticking out of his thigh. The arrow launcher! Why hadn't he remembered that there was a trap here?  Cursing, he continued running, but he kept stumbling through the traps, until finally, the ravenous beast caught up with him, and death claimed his soul.

Xtremeo

It just wasn't right. It just wasn't. All this mist in the middle of July. And the hurricane that had killed all those people and destroyed all those houses. And the murders of all those people. And the plane that disappeared in broad daylight, claiming the lives of hundreds of innocent people. Something was really wrong. Looking out the window, he heaved a sigh. His parents were dead. His brother was dead.  He looked at the silver knife that lay upon the kitchen table. He walked out of the lonely sitting room. He looked out at the door at the withered grass around his feet. He felt a surge of anger, and kicked the fence. The wooden planks that were once sturdy fell to the ground with a thump. He tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath. He looked at the once busy, now silent city. He walked back into the house and picked up his bag. Inside were food rations, a few full water bottles, some spare clothes, a torch, and a first-aid kit. He looked at the silver knife on the table. He thought about it for a minute, and picked up the knife and slipped it into his belt, which contained his father's black pistol, his home-made binoculars, and strange purse that his father had left him in his will, before his father vanished into the cave.

He heard a rustling sound behind him. Without thinking, he threw the knife. It whistled through the air before carving itself through the masked man's throat, before returning to his hand. He looked at the knife in his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He had just killed someone. But this man was probably going to kill him anyway. But how was he awake? Turning to the masked man he looked at what he had. He had a baseball bat in his hand, and a pistol in the other. Pocketing the pistol, he glanced at the bat. It seemed like there was something strange about it. He picked it up as well, took another look at it, and threw it over the fence, into the valley. It flew like a boomerang back to him. He glared at the bat. He threw it again. This time, it looked like it had vanished. He smiled and turned only to feel the bat hit the back of his back. He wasn't smiling then.

He got up and looked down the road. The street where there would be hundreds of cars speeding through it was now silent. He walked through the street without looking, and opened the purse. Inside were more things that an ordinary purse could hold. There was a map,  a pair of  mechanical boots, made out of, what was that, titanium? He put on the boots. He looked inside again. He took out the helmet with a visor. It was just his size. But why would he need it?

He looked at the map. The cave was on there, marked with an X. He wondered why. He turned towards the cave. He pulled out the silver knife. He then realized he had a bloody nose. Instead of tending to it, he had the feeling that letting it drop down onto the rocks would be better. Suddenly, the moss covering the cave dissipated leading to a polished purple door. He could barely hide his shock. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He took the knife and stuck it into the lock. The door flew open. His mouth fell open. Crystals littered the ground and the walls. He stepped through, and stepped past sharp crystals. Suddenly, an arrow hit the wall to his left. He realized he had snagged a tripwire.

Frowning, he picked up the arrow and put it in the purse. He went from room to room. There was one room where he had to use a bow and arrow to hit a button. There was another where he had to battle a robotic garden gnome. Then, finally, he got into a long corridor. His senses went on the alert, there was a strange feel about this place. He saw two gleaming red lights. But they were moving. Then he realized that they were eyes. And they were getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. He pressed a button on the helmet instinctively, and suddenly, he could see in the dark. He looked at the massive demon. He held a black crystal blade and he had blood-red skin. He had two massive horns sticking out of his forehead just above the ears. He felt a funny feeling, like he should be feeling something else. He then realized  that he should be terrified, but he wasn't.

He realized he couldn't fight this beast. It was too strong. He opened his mother's handbag, and, hoping that there would be something of use in there; he was not disappointed. He took out the golden amulet with seven different crystals engraved into it. "I must be mad," he thought as he walked towards the beast, and held out the amulet. The beast, instead of growling and charging, took the amulet from the boy and handed him the sword. The beast then disappeared into thin air. There was a portal, glowing a pale baby blue. He looked at his new sword. There was a name engraved into the hilt.

Oblivion