Choices - Really This time

[TheKiller333]

Right guys, i'm gonna be posting this up bit by bit. At the end of each bit, i'm gonna try and make it a cliffhanger so you all keep reading! Progress might be slow due to school etc.. but.. here it goes.


Prologue
It happened in a flash of lightning. Horrors descended upon the world, as was predicted, as they always did. To cut down, reap, slaughter the lives of innocents. To keep the population to a minimum. It amazed everyone that he survived, a mere child, when so many died. His friends and family gone. Meanwhile he walked on. As they all did. Walking towards that eternal light that burned bright above their world..

Chapter 1

“Get inside!” Makkon, Raot’s father shouted, realising what was happening. They were coming again. “Quickly!”. Raot hesitated, and then ran through the door. Better to die inside than out here he reasoned in his mind. As his father closed the door and bolted the windows, his telepathic skills became once again evident. “Don’t be so negative, we’re not going to die.” He spoke, in as calm a voice he could manage in this situation. But as he spoke, a scream, a terrible shrill cry filled the air.

It had been 2 years since they had come. Not that anyone missed them, other than.. The Cult of Dialt. Their very names were forbidden. People had even got hope that they weren’t coming again. But they had. And they were hungry.

“Stay very quiet, and do not move a muscle.” Makkon whispered. “And stay away from the windows!” This last part he said warningly to the youngest of the 3 children before him, who had moved to try and see what was happening. Raot hardly dared to breath. He and his family had hidden in their safe area, bolted in. It didn’t help when they came before he thought. Makkon glared at him, and he instantly tried to stop thinking. His father always did that. And it scared the hell out of him.

Telepathy was always a sign for concern, or terror. It was associated with The Cult of Dialt, whose very name was now forbidden. If you said Dialt, you were guaranteed to never be seen again. No one could be trusted In these times. Raot’s father had forbidden his children to mention his telepathic abilities in public. There were no arguments. Everyone knew what would happen if they said anything, and they all dreaded it.

Yaui, the youngest of the children, made a small shriek, and pointed towards the door. It was rattling. They had found their way into the house, and the Ulrak family had heard nothing. Of course, most people didn’t hear anything, if the Kailta didn’t want them to hear anything. All Raot could hear was the gunfire outside. Still, we never give up. Makkon gave him a weak smile that said “No, we don’t”. The rattling on the door had become more intense now. Any moment, they would break through and destroy him and his family, who were all shaking with fear. Even he couldn’t stop trembling.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It’ll all be over soon.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Very soon, it’ll all be gone.

Bang. Bang. CRASH.

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They were here. In the place of the door stood a huge, black figure. Humanlike in shape, but distorted, as though the body had been ripped and torn. Wings flexed threateningly behind it’s back, the Kailta let out a screech that made everyone nearby cringe and recoil in fear. It’s dark, red eyes scanned the room, and it’s nostrils were searching for the “Stench” of human Flesh. It’s mind, was using it’s own telepathy to scan for their own minds, and it seemed to feed off of their fear.

Just then, it rushed at Makkon. Raot had never seen his father act scared, even give a look of fright. But now, he screamed.

[Inquisitor Rosenadel]

Good stuff! I will definitely be coming back for more!

[hairyyahoo]

ditto. this'll be one to watch.

[TheKiller333]

All Raot could here was screaming. His father screaming, his little brother and sister, screaming. The cries of the parents, trying to protect their children outside. And it was all in vain. They couldn’t escape. No one could. Raot’s vision had gone blurry, and he was extremely dizzy. He looked around and saw the Kailta... Feasting... On his father. He tried to scream.. But no sound came. Another Kailta stood at the door.. No, that was a human. Holding a gun. The bullets ripped into the Kailta’s skin, making it screech in pain. The man at the door backed away, still shooting. The beast kept it’s path towards him, and, just as it seemed it would rip him apart, a final desperate shot made the monster fall to the floor, un-breathing, dead, just like its victims. As Raot saw the creature die, he lost consciousness. Everything went black….

He awoke when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It looked like the same man as the night before. But he couldn’t be sure. His memory was already phased.. His mind racked by the terrible events. Raot opened his eyes fully and saw it was light. He had gotten through the night. Relief flooded through the boy. I’ve made it! he almost said aloud. It was then he turned his attention to his.. What he thought was his rescuer. “W…who are you..?” He stammered, hardly managing to put together a sentence in his shock. The relief that had come so quickly, had speedily turned to sadness, when he realised… I’m alone. That single thought was enough to drive him to insanity. His family was gone. He supposed his friends were gone as well.
“I am Talkro Shimt. A soldier in the… resistance against the forbidden ones.” Spoke the man, surprising Raot. His attention had wandered away from the stranger. “Where.. Are my family?” He asked stupidly. He knew the answer. Please don’t say dead.. Please don’t.. pleaded a voice in his head. Though he knew, that was what was going to be the answer anyway.

“Dead.” Talkro replied bluntly. Raot’s heart sank deeply. Though he already knew the answer, it was worse to hear the words spoken out loud. Dead. The word rang in his mind. He didn’t even feel embarrassed when he felt tears sting his eyes. It was his right to cry. He was 15, and he had lost his entire family. Talkro’s face was unreadable, but his eyes gave pity to the boy in front of him. “I will explain… more after we leave this place. We must go west, to Yaoi.”
“Why?” Questioned Raot.
“It is simple. It has better defences, and less lives were lost there this time.”
It was then Raot noticed the stench of death was still In the air. “We’re still in Tachio..?” He wondered a loud. “Yes. But we cant help the people here. Soon, the disease will come. Yaoi will be safe. I have some things for on the road, for you and for me. We leave in ten minutes… but do not go visit the resting place of your family. You will find only despair.” Talkro seemed like a person to trust… he reminded Raot a lot of his father. That very thought brought a fresh wave of tears to his eyes. I can’t live in the past. He didn’t think his self confidence would last though.

He studied Talkro as he gathered things for the journey. He looked barely twenty, but his hair was an cloudy shade of grey. His features were smooth, and he was tall. Other than that, he looked as insignificant as everyone else Raot had seen. Oh, and he carried a gun. As Raot noticed the gun, Talkro threw a small package on to the bed. “Look inside. You’ll probably need it.” Raot rushed to open the package, and felt slightly shocked as he opened it. He had been given a weapon.

[SteveBerenyi]

very nice.

[TheKiller333]

Guys, i'm gonna be slow on the update atm, School's been piling on the coursework. Thanks for the good comments though =]