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The nightly destruction of a city






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Just something me, and my very sweet, very disturbed, very inspirational, yet very untalented friend Fabian made up. (Fabian: *blinks* WTF?!)
Well he made it up, and I wrote it down in Dutch and translated it to English, gheghe.. Fabian was like: 'Hey, maybe you could decribe it that way, and let him feel this and that..'
Yeah, I can't seem to come up with some plot for a story myself lately and he can't seem to write, so..
Please, don't be to much of faultfinder, I know I am bad.. (And I don't have a spellchecker!) But hey, I'm Dutch, so I have the right to be poor at writing in English.
Erm, don't let that keep you from reading though! ^^;
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When he touched it, he changed.
Not visibly, but he felt himself change. He felt his powers increase, his muscular strength, his lifeforce.
He looked at the strange artefact lying in his hand that resembled a big stone coin.
Carved out in the stone was some kind of symbol wich was rediating a strange kind of power.
A dark feelable power, a delightful power. He closed his eyes and enjoyed, enjoyed the becoming.
Everything around him changed, the sky seemed to get thicker and darker.
He saw it, he saw it trough his eyelids.

Next came the pain, the excruciating, sealing pain.
He curled to a ball, grunting softely. His upperlip curled into a snarl, his eyes still shut, but moving rapidly behind his eyelids.
A visible metamorphosis began taking place, his body began to grow, his bones stretched.
He heard the cracking of his bones and the wispers of voices, like an apocalyptical choir.
It was an Apocalypse, the Apocalypse of this city.

The soft murmur of the wind, the chirping of the crickets deep in the night, let him know that he wasn't swimming in a fathomless black void.
Without visibility, pain, feelings or emotions. No warmth and no coldness either.
The emptiness he's already been trough, the emptiness he was part of..
The emptiness of death.

The pain reduced, increased, reduced, took turns.
Like a lamp during a storm, during a whirlwind.
There was some kind of whirlwind also going though his body, a whirlwind of change.
He felt his organs throb, grow, like the rest of his body.
This diabolical becoming had something that resembled the becoming that some people experience when there inner beast dominates them, gets the upper hand.
The beast that gets released when getting in touch with the full moon. The bloodthirsty, merciless monster that made cats freeze, dogs whine, and killed people.
The walking killermachine with fur, the werewolf.

But the difference was that he didn't get fur, no snout and no claws.
Nothing of that, this was even better, this felt double as good.
He was way beyond the werewolf stage, it was too boring.
You could affect people in a more effective manner.
By taunting there faith, by making there loved ones go insane, letting them feel a demonical presence when they're alone by flinging objects trough there rooms.
He searched for there deepest, darkest fears and made them reality.
He was a beating, dubious growth in the nightmares of every single member of humanity.
His inferiors, his toys, his pawns in a vicious game.

He heard something get torn, he felt something tear.
First he though it was his own skin, but it where his clothes.
Suddenly the pain vanished, only leaving a soft trobbing headache behind his eyes.

He opened them and took a look around.
His eyesight seemed to be highly increased, he could easely distinguish all blades of grass, all tiny little insects.
He raised his eyes at the dark sky and saw stars that couldn't be seen with normal eyes.
He also raised his hands to the sky, fingers convulsivly spread, wrists against one another.
And spoke the words: 'Ey m'rou attá lie ashá tagopqualâ nyá quon firin!'

It started to storm and wind began to blow all around him, like a whirlwind.
Branches, leaves, blades of grass where blown away.
He felt his new powers surge trough his body. The palms of his hands felt warm, hot.
A normal human being would die from the pain, but he felt nothing.
The powers in his body crawled via his arms to his hands.
The sound of ominous humming filled the air, mixed with the whispering voices of the fiercely howling wind and cries of the animals,
that where living near the city at the foot of the hill.

The grass underneath him began to singe, to smoke, and a wicked grin spread out over his face.
A magnificent spectacle unleashed before his eyes.

The people in the city at the foot of the hill, heard strange noises coming from the mountains on the night of april 3, 1565.
The few who took the trouble to look out the window, saw a ominously red glow that coloured the sky above the hill.
Superstitious people grasped for the crosses around there necks, or fell to their knees and prayed to God.
Prayed for forgiveness, prayed for compassion, prayed for delay. But God wouldn't listen.
On the night of april 3th 1565, the city on the foot of the moutain vanished from the face of the earth.
Not a cat, nor a dog who remained. All houses, all streets, everything was gone.
The only thing that remained was a meagre, barren plain, without any sign of life.
A stranger would think there hadn't been a city there at all, that in this territory man hadn't set foot yet.









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Ack, this was SO hard! (Thank God, man invented a Dutch/English dictionary!) *cries*
I'm kinda proud of how this turned out.. It's so well described for something written by me, I think I have to thank Fabian for that!
You can truly tell it was made up by a boy, huh? At least, that's what I think. Anyway..
Please, make me (and my friend) happy and r&r! ^^

-Miss Kertokarijo aka Jana-chan

PS: Can anyone tell me how to make the text bold, cursive or underlined? I can't seem to get it right!
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