Riseofthephoenix
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If you like imagination and if you love fantasy check this out. I need feedback/fans who I can talk to about what I'm doing.
He arrives into central London passing through parts with people going about their usual business. People going to work, people going to school, people with family and friends. He approaches Piccadilly looking up at the beautiful clear sky. For a moment, he feels calm, at peace. That all this has been a dream. That all this has been nothing but a bad dream.
Suddenly he feels pain, the same kind he's had in his visions except this was worse. The coldness pierces his body and tears at his senses. He starts to panic. In protection he clutches his stomach and starts moaning. Some people notice the boy, twisting their heads. Seeing him several people make his way over to him cautiously. A women leans down curiously and speaks softly, "Hey kid, are you okay", Craig opens his eyes paying no attention, as something catch his eye. His eyes are fixed on his left hand as he watches it crack and tear to unknown forces. The hand itself starts to blacken till it turns ash like. Fascinated he continues watching it. Then he sees small pieces of ash start to flake off, breaking away into the air. He continues to look at it in bewilderment, turning it over.
"I said are you okay" the woman asks again with annoyance in her voice, obviously not used to being ignored. Craig turns to look at her in surprise then turns back to his hand only to find its normal. "Aaahh", Craig moans again, doubling over again. The women watches unsure what to do, “Do you want me to get help?" No reply from Craig. The women leans closer, “do you want help?” slightly angered. Craig hears the women before slowly turning towards her, his expression tinged with spite. "No!" he shouts, sounding inhuman, his voice sounding deep. Suddenly he hits her. The crowd watches, as if she has been hit by a lorry, she is flying in the air. Hitting a lamppost, making a sickening sound. The woman falls limp onto the ground, not making a move.
The crowd look back at the body of the women and then look at Craig convulsing on the spot. The crowd anxiously waiting for someone to act. "I'll go get help," a woman in work clothes stutters, disappearing from the scene her high heels hitting the floor. More people take her space, joining in to watch. Craig moans again doubling over. As he does so he feels his skin crack on his arm but there is too much in pain to notice. He feels as if he’s being torn apart. The crowd notice this in horror, with each painful crack; some of the crowd start to back away.
The women in work clothes looks back before putting the phone to her ear. “Hello… yes we need an ambulance and police…Look just send them!”. Bits of skin seem to blacken along the crack edges, spreading. Black smoke starts pours forth from his arm as a mental battle inside him takes place. Deep inside his bones and muscles are being consumed by the presence of the creature. All his insides are being reduced to ash, as it slowly spreads without mercy. Parts of his face start to crack under the being’s presence. Seeing this most of the crowd back away, most of them are too scared as to what will happen. They abandon him and run away in fear.
The cracks get longer as lines join with it, stretching across his arm. Now with little skin remaining. He screams again this time sounding less like Craig, as tears start to form. Then he feels a tingling sensation in his eyes and they flicker. Then his eyes turn pale, the pupils lose their colour until they become clear white. His skin starts to blacken in parts, especially around the eyes. Cuts appear on his body, as black smoke pours out. Craig lets out one last inhuman scream as a huge flash envelops him causing a huge shock-wave. Glass breaks shattering, casting shards all around. Car alarms blare. The entire crowd is consumed. Leaving nothing but dust and silence.
Time seems to slow. The dust caused by the shock-wave settles. The scene has been utterly changed. Everything has turned black as if burnt like one fire aftermath. Cars destroyed, windows smashed, anything that was alive in the blast has died. There are lumps of ash on the floor marking where people once stood. Where Craig was standing is now Dervish, smoke swirling around it, reprising his form. The ash of the fallen people start to rise into the air slowly before joining Dervish standing amongst its destruction. He surveys the damage he has just caused, admiring it, smoke surrounding it. Revelling in the carnage and dismay that he has unleashed. Finally I am free Dervish thinks to himself, and now. Now this world shall suffer my wrath.
Dervish’s thoughts are interrupted as he hears sirens approach and lazily turns his attention to the noise. A police car and ambulance drive in a hurry towards Dervish. Dervish tilts his head to the side completely complacent of their arrival. Dervish gives a smirk and with one arm hits the ambulance, toppling it over. The ambulance slides down the road screeching, the bodywork making contact with the road, denting the viechle until it skids to a stop; the tyres still rotating. The policemen get out of the car, cautiously looking at Dervish; they withdraw their guns nervously, after just witnessing an ambulance being toppled over. "Stop right there, or I shoot!" one of the policeman shouts. Dervish turns his head to the side, slowly and takes a step towards the police menacingly, its feet cracking and blackening the ground "Stop right there damn it! I'm warning you!" Panic can be heard in his voice as Dervish intimidatingly steps closer, smoke pouring from him, purposely trying to break the policeman’s resolve. "Alright take him down!" The officer yells. As they pull their triggers a hail of bullets close in on Dervish, Dervish stands patiently there waiting and they watch in horror as the bullets take chunks out, only to have no effect; the body repairs itself as more ash seems to grow and fill the gaps. Dervish looks at the police giving a large smile. He starts to move purposely towards the squad who start to back away panic-stricken, still shooting at Dervish, hoping for the impossible.
Then as quick as a flash Dervish moves his arm forward with lightening speed, passing right through one of the policemen. The policeman screams in pain, his body impaled. His body starts to blacken at the base of the arm until it completely spreads, then he evaporates into smoke, silencing the policeman’s screams. It starts circling around Dervish. Dervish then turns looks to where one of the policemen was, only to find he has disappeared.
Out of the blue the policeman gets behind Dervish and shoots, shooting chunks from his back. Angered Dervish violently turns around and its face is contorted with anger; sending black smoke towards his enemy, it wraps itself around the policeman and thickens. The man screams in agony begging for mercy, but none is given. The smoke slows down as his screams finally stop. The smoke- now thicker returns back to its master. Satisfied Dervish raises his head up looking at his surroundings, before hearing something in the distance.
He turns his head as he hears sirens approach, then four police cars pull up in different directions, circling around him skidding. Policemen cautiously get out of their cars, carrying rapid fire weapons and looking straight at Dervish with fear and anger. "Okay, men circle him", orders a police officer wearing a bulletproof vest, his head bald. Each policeman takes position, raising their guns. To their surprise Dervish just stares, doing nothing except looking at each one. His eyes fixed upon them, filling their very souls with fear and dread. "Shoot!!", one of the policemen exclaims firing the first shot. A hail of bullets fills the air, hitting their target. The bullets impact on Dervish, each hit knocking him backwards.
The bullets keep coming doing much more damage, tear chunks out of the being; small parts of ash break away. They continue firing; Dervish takes a step forward awkwardly, bits of his legs break away. Realising his body can’t repair fast enough; an enraged Dervish looks at the policemen, his face filled with anger. With renewed hope, the police’s nervous expressions suddenly change. They keep shooting. Dervish’s eyes and several cracks in his body start to vibrate, the ground by Dervish starts to break away as his anger manifests. He screams out in rage, releasing his energy as small particles of debris and dust are forced away by the sheer force. The policemen desperately struggle to hold their footing only to be disintegrated by the sheer force.
Again the area is quiet, black lumps on the ground are the ply reminder of where the police once stood. Their cars are now cloaked in thick black ash; Piccadilly is calm once more. Then a single lump fo ash on the ground becomes alive rising to the air, the other lumps following suit. It then joins with Dervish, ,his bullet holes now completely covered. Then Dervish awakens speaking at last, “more…”
He arrives into central London passing through parts with people going about their usual business. People going to work, people going to school, people with family and friends. He approaches Piccadilly looking up at the beautiful clear sky. For a moment, he feels calm, at peace. That all this has been a dream. That all this has been nothing but a bad dream.
Suddenly he feels pain, the same kind he's had in his visions except this was worse. The coldness pierces his body and tears at his senses. He starts to panic. In protection he clutches his stomach and starts moaning. Some people notice the boy, twisting their heads. Seeing him several people make his way over to him cautiously. A women leans down curiously and speaks softly, "Hey kid, are you okay", Craig opens his eyes paying no attention, as something catch his eye. His eyes are fixed on his left hand as he watches it crack and tear to unknown forces. The hand itself starts to blacken till it turns ash like. Fascinated he continues watching it. Then he sees small pieces of ash start to flake off, breaking away into the air. He continues to look at it in bewilderment, turning it over.
"I said are you okay" the woman asks again with annoyance in her voice, obviously not used to being ignored. Craig turns to look at her in surprise then turns back to his hand only to find its normal. "Aaahh", Craig moans again, doubling over again. The women watches unsure what to do, “Do you want me to get help?" No reply from Craig. The women leans closer, “do you want help?” slightly angered. Craig hears the women before slowly turning towards her, his expression tinged with spite. "No!" he shouts, sounding inhuman, his voice sounding deep. Suddenly he hits her. The crowd watches, as if she has been hit by a lorry, she is flying in the air. Hitting a lamppost, making a sickening sound. The woman falls limp onto the ground, not making a move.
The crowd look back at the body of the women and then look at Craig convulsing on the spot. The crowd anxiously waiting for someone to act. "I'll go get help," a woman in work clothes stutters, disappearing from the scene her high heels hitting the floor. More people take her space, joining in to watch. Craig moans again doubling over. As he does so he feels his skin crack on his arm but there is too much in pain to notice. He feels as if he’s being torn apart. The crowd notice this in horror, with each painful crack; some of the crowd start to back away.
The women in work clothes looks back before putting the phone to her ear. “Hello… yes we need an ambulance and police…Look just send them!”. Bits of skin seem to blacken along the crack edges, spreading. Black smoke starts pours forth from his arm as a mental battle inside him takes place. Deep inside his bones and muscles are being consumed by the presence of the creature. All his insides are being reduced to ash, as it slowly spreads without mercy. Parts of his face start to crack under the being’s presence. Seeing this most of the crowd back away, most of them are too scared as to what will happen. They abandon him and run away in fear.
The cracks get longer as lines join with it, stretching across his arm. Now with little skin remaining. He screams again this time sounding less like Craig, as tears start to form. Then he feels a tingling sensation in his eyes and they flicker. Then his eyes turn pale, the pupils lose their colour until they become clear white. His skin starts to blacken in parts, especially around the eyes. Cuts appear on his body, as black smoke pours out. Craig lets out one last inhuman scream as a huge flash envelops him causing a huge shock-wave. Glass breaks shattering, casting shards all around. Car alarms blare. The entire crowd is consumed. Leaving nothing but dust and silence.
Time seems to slow. The dust caused by the shock-wave settles. The scene has been utterly changed. Everything has turned black as if burnt like one fire aftermath. Cars destroyed, windows smashed, anything that was alive in the blast has died. There are lumps of ash on the floor marking where people once stood. Where Craig was standing is now Dervish, smoke swirling around it, reprising his form. The ash of the fallen people start to rise into the air slowly before joining Dervish standing amongst its destruction. He surveys the damage he has just caused, admiring it, smoke surrounding it. Revelling in the carnage and dismay that he has unleashed. Finally I am free Dervish thinks to himself, and now. Now this world shall suffer my wrath.
Dervish’s thoughts are interrupted as he hears sirens approach and lazily turns his attention to the noise. A police car and ambulance drive in a hurry towards Dervish. Dervish tilts his head to the side completely complacent of their arrival. Dervish gives a smirk and with one arm hits the ambulance, toppling it over. The ambulance slides down the road screeching, the bodywork making contact with the road, denting the viechle until it skids to a stop; the tyres still rotating. The policemen get out of the car, cautiously looking at Dervish; they withdraw their guns nervously, after just witnessing an ambulance being toppled over. "Stop right there, or I shoot!" one of the policeman shouts. Dervish turns his head to the side, slowly and takes a step towards the police menacingly, its feet cracking and blackening the ground "Stop right there damn it! I'm warning you!" Panic can be heard in his voice as Dervish intimidatingly steps closer, smoke pouring from him, purposely trying to break the policeman’s resolve. "Alright take him down!" The officer yells. As they pull their triggers a hail of bullets close in on Dervish, Dervish stands patiently there waiting and they watch in horror as the bullets take chunks out, only to have no effect; the body repairs itself as more ash seems to grow and fill the gaps. Dervish looks at the police giving a large smile. He starts to move purposely towards the squad who start to back away panic-stricken, still shooting at Dervish, hoping for the impossible.
Then as quick as a flash Dervish moves his arm forward with lightening speed, passing right through one of the policemen. The policeman screams in pain, his body impaled. His body starts to blacken at the base of the arm until it completely spreads, then he evaporates into smoke, silencing the policeman’s screams. It starts circling around Dervish. Dervish then turns looks to where one of the policemen was, only to find he has disappeared.
Out of the blue the policeman gets behind Dervish and shoots, shooting chunks from his back. Angered Dervish violently turns around and its face is contorted with anger; sending black smoke towards his enemy, it wraps itself around the policeman and thickens. The man screams in agony begging for mercy, but none is given. The smoke slows down as his screams finally stop. The smoke- now thicker returns back to its master. Satisfied Dervish raises his head up looking at his surroundings, before hearing something in the distance.
He turns his head as he hears sirens approach, then four police cars pull up in different directions, circling around him skidding. Policemen cautiously get out of their cars, carrying rapid fire weapons and looking straight at Dervish with fear and anger. "Okay, men circle him", orders a police officer wearing a bulletproof vest, his head bald. Each policeman takes position, raising their guns. To their surprise Dervish just stares, doing nothing except looking at each one. His eyes fixed upon them, filling their very souls with fear and dread. "Shoot!!", one of the policemen exclaims firing the first shot. A hail of bullets fills the air, hitting their target. The bullets impact on Dervish, each hit knocking him backwards.
The bullets keep coming doing much more damage, tear chunks out of the being; small parts of ash break away. They continue firing; Dervish takes a step forward awkwardly, bits of his legs break away. Realising his body can’t repair fast enough; an enraged Dervish looks at the policemen, his face filled with anger. With renewed hope, the police’s nervous expressions suddenly change. They keep shooting. Dervish’s eyes and several cracks in his body start to vibrate, the ground by Dervish starts to break away as his anger manifests. He screams out in rage, releasing his energy as small particles of debris and dust are forced away by the sheer force. The policemen desperately struggle to hold their footing only to be disintegrated by the sheer force.
Again the area is quiet, black lumps on the ground are the ply reminder of where the police once stood. Their cars are now cloaked in thick black ash; Piccadilly is calm once more. Then a single lump fo ash on the ground becomes alive rising to the air, the other lumps following suit. It then joins with Dervish, ,his bullet holes now completely covered. Then Dervish awakens speaking at last, “more…”