The End: Story Two - End of the Line Part 3 By: David K. Montoya


The End:Story Two
End of the Line Part 3
By: David K. Montoya

I was eye to eye with the creatures as I stood in the doorway. There were over a thousand of them, each growling and hissing, ready to tear each of us limb from limb. But I wondered why they had not rushed into the building to make their blood lusting attack.

I felt almost light headed, my heart was beating so fast. Something was wrong; although I made the kill, I I needed to do more. More blood and havoc--it was calling out to me. Then without thinking I lunged forward, going out the door and into the hoard of Unluckys.

But something weird happened. As I moved deeper into the crowd they backed away. The demons refused to fight me. I taunted them; slew many of them with the fire axe that I had with me, and still they backed off.

I killed anything that was within striking distance. I remember I had a death grip on my fire axe and they fell quickly before me. Within moments I had made a trail of blood as the body count grew, yet still they refused to fight back. But that did not stop me as I began to swing wildly, no longer even bothering to aim at any particular creature. The last thing I remember was I tried to shout something, but only a long deep howl came out of me.

At that moment I was no longer a normal human; I had become a bloodthirsty Unlucky. From what I was told by the others who continued to watch from the school building, my attacks became more like one of an animal. I even tossed the axe aside and began fighting with my hands.

The first thing I remember after coming to my senses was Renee’s voice calling out to me, although what she had said did not compute right away. Instead of listening to Renee, I was more in disbelief at the sight of myself. There I stood in the middle of the crowd of Unluckys, completely covered in their dark tarry blood with several dead bodies surrounding me. But what was most disturbing was that I realized I was holding a bloody jaw bone of one of my victims.

Renee called my name once again, which brought me back to reality. I asked what had happened to me. She explained that I went berserk and everyone thought I had completely transformed into an Unlucky.

I told her that I was back to myself, even though I wasn't fully sure of that. My heart was still beating rapidly and I still had an unbearable urge to kill, but I was in control of my thoughts and was able to fight off the craving to do more damage. I looked down at what I had in my hand and quickly tossed the bloody thing to the ground. I tried to focus everything I had on what Renee was saying.

She told me that since the Unluckys were backing away from me, I would be able to get to the bus and bring it around to the front so she and the others could get inside safely. I knew it was a good plan. All I would have to do was keep from blacking out again. I started pushing my way through the crowd as I made my way toward the back of the school building. The rain had started pouring down harder, which washed away a lot of the sticky blood that covered me.

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About the Author

David K. Montoya has been writing for nearly 15 years and during that time has produced some 200 underground comics, including "M-Team," "Ayotnom," "The Hunters-Xydus," "Lifesigns," "Smash," and continues to work on the upcoming graphic novel, "Underground to Nowhere." Along with producing his current run of poems, short stories and serials, he also did the artwork and dialog for the soon to be released, "Smash, Collector's Edition."
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