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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Madness

Submitted: October 23, 2013

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Submitted: October 23, 2013

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The moonlight cascaded down in front of him, he stared forward onto the street, gazing intently on the horde approaching him.
At least Five hundred people were barreling towards him, anger and hatred contorting their faces, they couldn't understand.
His gaze shifted to a murky puddle beneath him, his reflection dancing along the surface.
His soft features remained, but the eyes he met were not his. They swirlled with a life of their own, iridescent and vibrant
colours whirling and weaving around his pupils.
Two great goat horns had ruptured through either side of his forehead, curling around and barely gracing his field of view.
His dark hair was soaked, sticking to his scalp. The tattoos that adorned his chest, arms and back were new, glowing a bulging shade of purple.
His hands had enlarged, great claw-like nails protruding from his fingertips, adopting an almost leathery appearance.
He smirked at himself, as two great scaled wings reared up behind him at his command.
"A fine change, jealousy is an awful thing." he muttered to himself.
He fixed his gaze on the charging mob. They held pistols, sub-machine guns, bats and a variety of other makeshift weapons.
They could not comprehend what he intended, they would have to be made an example of.

Fear began to spread through their ranks, they had expected him to flee.
As the smile began to curl along his cheekbones, the mob began to slow down, very few of them were still charging him at
full speed. He recognised the first of them, breaking forward from the horde with a fireman's axe, a brute he had known
for the best part of two years.
A bully, yet now he stood charging headstrong ahead of those he put down, noble?
"No, I think not" he whispered ever so quietly, but his voice carried along the wind, freezing every one of them in their tracks.
The man was seperated from the crowd by nothing more than his word.
He stood about twenty feet from the man, staring him directly in the eyes, quickly realising he was under the influence of
some kind of narcotic cocktail, a little synthesized courage.

"You believe you can stop me? You think your numbers can overwhelm me? And this dog is the best you can send at me? You are indeed truly lost . ." he said, with a tinge of regret stringing through his words.
The man reared up in a spurt of bravado, bellowing a challenge at him;
"COME ON I'VE FOUGHT BIGGER MEN THAN YOU YA' FREAK" he roared in his most intimidating, yet sadly unconvincing voice.
"You've never fought a man like me, worm"
He clapped his leathery wings, launching himself into the air, and felt the surpressed rage within him beginning to come
loose and wrap around his muscles, urging them to lash out.
The man charged, jumping and swinging his axe, with a surprising amount of precision given his condition, but it was not
enough.
He caught the man around the throat and lifted him up to his level, keeping himself afloat with regular beats of his wings.
The crowd stood aghast at what they were witnessing, they had all feared the man that was being held helplessly in the air.
"Everything that was beautiful in my life, I watched crumble before my very eyes, and the blemishes that blossomed in their
place made me lose hope in this world, I sought to restore balance and now look at me . . " he said to man, who was too
busy convulsing in fear to pay any heed to his words, weak.
He heard a name called from the crowd, a name he knew.
He met the eyes of the person who called it, and he felt a tug in chest, a force in his mind begging him to stop what he
was doing, but he would not be distracted, he broke eye contact with the girl and closed his right fist.

The mans head burst like a balloon, and cries of horror broke out throughout the crowd, followed quickly by gunfire and the
sound of a stampede.
He shot upward, launching himself skyward by smashing his wings against the air. He was faster than any human could ever
dream of, saw every bullet flying towards him and adjusted himself accordingly, deflecting shots with his wings as he pivoted
mid-air, and began into a nose dive towards the centre of the horde.
He span like a corkscrew in the air as he flew towards them, bracing for impact.
Two great horns impaled the first man he struck, as he simulateneaously caught two adjacent men by the crown of their heads,
and pasted them into the pavement.
Weapons were raised around him, closing in quickly, it all moved so slowly to him.
Before any of them could strike, he spun his wings in an arc, slicing at the group around him, lacerating skin and muscle
all around, blood spurting all around the main street of his home town.
He decided he wanted to press further up the street, regardless of the fact that is was completely jammed with angry
people trying to prevent his very existence. He vaulted forward, feeling himself get extremely hot, too hot to touch.
His claws lashed out as propelled forward, aided by the massive wings blasting at those who tried to pursue.
He watched as faces he had been so familiar with were torn to shreds in front of him, people he had thought to be so . .
permanent. . falling to pieces in front of him.
It was outright chaos in the street now, most of the crowd was trying to disperse to flee the menace that plagued them.

He stood in the centre of the street, watching them flee, sheer terror and desperation plastered across their faces, and
he decided to address them.
"It was you who sought me out, you who believed you were stronger than me, and you will call me a monster for defending
myself. I was one of you once, and I know what you all truly are, now flee and revel in the horror I will bring, for
you do not know what you have unleashed!" he cackled into the skies, his words reverberating around the entire area, bouncing
off buildings and walls and repeating themselves over and over.
He caught a glimpse of a familiar face again, and remorse and shame quickly began to trickle through his chest.
She looked so sad, if only she could ever understand, he did this for her.
He saw the helicopters beginning to approach in the distance, realising his spree had become national news.
He began to sprint forward, towards the girl, shredding and tearing through anyone who happened to be in his path, leaving
entrails and vital organs scattered across the ground, he reached her.
"I don't expect you to understand, but I promise you, I know what I'm doing" he whispered to her.
She wailed in anguish and confusion as he took off into the night sky, rocketing forward away from the pursuing military,
and vanishing into the night sky, without even taking a glimpse back to a place he had once called home.

 


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