10-15-2005, 04:46 PM
attempt to destroy the rotting prophet, only to feel cold hands clench their very hearts at the site of it, they fleed.
The man could feel the reek of its undead breath against his cheek as his head was slowly turned and following a dry dusty retch it said,
"He will come for you...", then the corpse lay still. The man still in denial of what had happened leapt out of the grave and collapsed, he felt sick, his vision blurred as vomit splashed against the back of his throat and burst forth from between his teeth, he staggered into an upright position and went back to retrieve his wine.
Looking down into the sunken milky eyes of the corpse he slowly crept forward, lowered himself silently into the grave, he was going to quickly put the coffin lid back then snatch up his bottle when....again it stirred, another creaking rewtch escaped the desicated being as a cloud of dust and dead insects sprayed from its mouth and exposed ribcage, it swung its head in the direction of him, and the man with no thought of keeping his masculinity screamed out loud.
"Shut the fuck up you shit!", the thing voilently retorted before scooping up the wine bottle and smashing it into the face of the terrified man.
He staggered as blood sparyed forth from his ruined nose and mashed lips, he turned to extricate himself from the grave a second time and found the repugnant creature holding onto him with inhuman strength, as it pulled him close again he felt a small moan of terror escape his ragged lips.
"I warned you, and you fucking ignored me, I might as well kill you myself cos theres no way you can survive against him!" and it uttered \'Him\' with such vehemance that the stale breath on his cheek was joined by tiny bits of dry flesh, "But no, I wont do that, I\'ll give you something to remember my warning with though!"...
The man could feel the reek of its undead breath against his cheek as his head was slowly turned and following a dry dusty retch it said,
"He will come for you...", then the corpse lay still. The man still in denial of what had happened leapt out of the grave and collapsed, he felt sick, his vision blurred as vomit splashed against the back of his throat and burst forth from between his teeth, he staggered into an upright position and went back to retrieve his wine.
Looking down into the sunken milky eyes of the corpse he slowly crept forward, lowered himself silently into the grave, he was going to quickly put the coffin lid back then snatch up his bottle when....again it stirred, another creaking rewtch escaped the desicated being as a cloud of dust and dead insects sprayed from its mouth and exposed ribcage, it swung its head in the direction of him, and the man with no thought of keeping his masculinity screamed out loud.
"Shut the fuck up you shit!", the thing voilently retorted before scooping up the wine bottle and smashing it into the face of the terrified man.
He staggered as blood sparyed forth from his ruined nose and mashed lips, he turned to extricate himself from the grave a second time and found the repugnant creature holding onto him with inhuman strength, as it pulled him close again he felt a small moan of terror escape his ragged lips.
"I warned you, and you fucking ignored me, I might as well kill you myself cos theres no way you can survive against him!" and it uttered \'Him\' with such vehemance that the stale breath on his cheek was joined by tiny bits of dry flesh, "But no, I wont do that, I\'ll give you something to remember my warning with though!"...