End Days - Ch # 04 "The Three Plagues"

End Days - Ch # 04 "The Three Plagues"

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It was an order of unholy, fabricated from the best of man and the worst of him. It was designed for the end of the world. It's citizens literally thumbed their nose up at the creator.

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  End Days - Ch # 04  

 


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END DAYS

© July 2013 Written by David Wicker
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CHAPTER 4 - THE THREE PLAGUES (rated Teen)


Being continued, "No. They won't. They will propagate and live again. You cannot quell such an abundant and active species as yourself so easily. But many will be removed, and it is past time for the purging."


I looked away and then suddenly the bowl floated up against me, right up up against my eyes, I was seeing a scene in it, and then suddenly I was there in the image !


* * *


This was the [1st] plague.


I was standing outside at a picnic grounds. The sky looked beautiful and everyone was having a good time. Everything seemed alright at first but then a dark cloud appeared, the likes of which I hadn't seen before.


I knew something awful was going to happen, so I looked around, if anything, for a place to hide. In the distance I saw a nuclear reactor. Carefully fenced over so it wouldn't interfere with the people and their homes and the city blocks surrounding it.


When suddenly a ribbon of light split out from the reactor and latched itself almost - mathematically, that was the only way I could describe it, to the earth's surface. With the slow deliberateness of a tornado the shining light spread out in cone. The people at the park had already gotten up to run away. But I knew it would be for naught.


While the ribbon of energy was going slow at first, I knew in time it would go faster than sound, likely faster than light. No-one would escape. I was certain of that. And in less time than a minute it had already whisped off in one direction and anything it passed got burned like a several million-degree heat because there was no flame, just ash silhouettes and outlines.


I saw a woman running for her child. Both men and woman abandoned their cars and ran as fast as they could away. While I think they might've been able to get away for a short while, the ribbon of energy was expanding and moving faster. Perhaps they chose direction over speed ?


Like a hungry demon the energy line started accelerating, and when it passed someone, they were much like the Bible described, a pillar of salt, yet in this case, it was ash.  There was no pain, I could see that, but there was terrible death by the thousands taking place now as the ribbon seemed to be seeking out people. And with that in mind, I knew there could be no defense against it.


With each death, a small light beyond the spectrum of vision and beyond the spectrum of anything that could view it. A small light left left each dead person to collect silently outside the planet. And at some level I realized it was the floor of the ceiling of the floor again. Even in this non-living state, there was still a death to follow.


The dull ringing of human bones made of copper.


I watched as one man tried to escape. He was on the outer fire-ladder of a building and trying to
ascend it as quickly as he could, I guess, hoping to get above the ribbon tornado.


And then I was him !


I felt the panic in me, the heat and how it choked the air around me making it difficult for me to breathe. I was struggling, feeling my muscles aching. The person I was thrust into was much bigger and not as athletic as I was and it was clear I was not in shape for this kind of movement.


As I reached my arm up desperately, to grab the last handle of the scaffolding ladder, the burning red-white ribbon covered me.  And I burned in a fire brighter and hotter than our sun.


And it only lasted an instance.  But SOMEHOW, I felt the pain long after it had gone, like a burn-out image was stuck in the back of my eyes. I knew I was still human even though I was not, I was - something else.


And it was only with that REALIZATION that I no longer existed, is when I was no longer him. As if I was to learn a lesson in death, and it wasn't one I wanted to ever experience.


I was then somebody else. I was in an office, somewhere and someone of great importance was speaking to me. I - couldn't make out what he was saying but I knew it was in regard to the ribbon energy.


He was clearly a Governor or someone of priority, and it was my job to protect him. I nodded, confirming what he was saying, finding myself dressed in a very fine business suit. But time was running out for all of us.


I could hear the line approaching, like a sizzle of angry electric bees, and the short cut-off quips of screams and yells as it passed over everything baptizing them in it's unquenchable white-hot fire.


The temperature even in the building was rising ! Even as protected as we were, and the person I was supposed to protect, yes, he was a governor, mopped his brow with a fancy and expensive handkerchief.


He was rapidly typing on a computer, then he spoke to me again, but I still couldn't make out the words. It was like I was thrust behind this sentry's eyes and had no control over my actions. Finally the governor folded up a briefcase, opened a safe, removed several papers, then deliberately left the safe open knowing that it wouldn't be there later.


With a yell from the pilot, confirming everyone was on-board, we took off at once, so fast I felt like my head was going to split !


And this was no ordinary helicopter. It was fireproof, capable of withstanding thousands of degrees and it was massive, with 4 rooms in it, one with a map of the Earth on a type of expensive glass transparency to track this red line, another with a pool table and computers, another to house survival products including food rations for a full month.


And another which held several monies used in the world & property deeds as well as stock transactions as well exceeding millions of dollars.


The Governor now changed his demeanor from fright completely and went to the private bedroom and changed in-flight to an immaculate business suit. He met several people on-board went up to them, smiled, shook their hands, and we all studied over a map tracking the line, writing down figures, comparing satellite pictures, and determining where to go next.


He also said the computer found a safe haven and after several days flight, we could land on the outskirts of Alaska. And the helicopter was equipped to travel for days non-stop if need-be so that wouldn't be a problem.


The governor nodded. He patted me on my back, congratulating me on my recent efforts. I still couldn't make out words. But it was clear everyone was relaxing and actually joking about how frightened they were earlier.


After our fears were dispelled, then a few of us made some rude comments regarding 'The end of the world' which we all laughed about heartily. As if in angry reply, a moment later a proximity warning sounded.


The fire-line had suddenly doubled-in size and it was then the computer beeped for attention as it retrieved new information about the danger since the conditions were changed. It warned that there was an atmospheric change occurring on the whole planet.


What it was that was fueling the fire line ? Oxygen. The very air around them was being devoured by this red-line and the air we breathed was it's food. Everyone grabbed oxygen masks and suddenly put them on realizing that the air around the Earth was being consumed !


And then the red-line was chasing after the helicopter ! Those onboard, including myself, yelled in loud and baffled arguments as to it's unpredictable behavior. One fellow next to me got angry and picked up the computer throwing it on the ground causing the circuit boards to spill out the back. I looked on fearfully. That computer was keeping us alive and now ... ?


As for the pilot of the helicopter, he grimly kicked kicked the air vehicle into the highest gear and tried to outrace and outmaneuver the red line. But for every turn he made the red-line followed, determined that it would devour the helicopter. Finally the pilot shrieked in rage and plunged the helicopter straight down.


The line passed over the helicopter, and unlike the surface where there was no fire, there was incredible and indescribable fire and pain as both people and pieces of people were cooked alive under the deadliest of radioactive heats, surpassing the 'fireproof' measures of the helicopter. I saw all of it.


There was so much screaming, and some people's body parts just popped, like wet blistering boils, and blood spattered and soaked on the windows. Then a moment later the very windows burned like glowing liquid, and the helicopter, all of it's instruments overheated or charcoaled beyond repair, descended rapidly downward.


There was an awful crash near the precipice of a cliff, but not over the edge fortunately. The helicopter, clearly designed for survival, was cushioned by large air bag for such emergencies if it appeared it was going to crash. As for now, the red line had passed, although the helicopter still smoked from all it's burned sides.


After a moment, I could hear someone kicking the side of the emergency escape door. In a way I didn't want to see who it was because from the heat I both felt and saw, there would be ... very little humanity of them left.


Finally the door was kicked open.


With a determined look, you could see it was the governor and he was in terrible shape. He was missing half of one leg and his left arm was burned, melted, and fused itself to his side, completely useless. Clearly he was the only survivor of the holocaust.


And then I was him.


I bit my lip from the excruciating pain I was in. It felt like every part of my body was still on fire, my nerves alive with searing agony. And I hobbled out of the helicopter or what was left of it, badly scraping my leg and cutting it on the metal as I staggered out. I gripped my good leg for balance as I came out of the emergency exit. And I was clutching the least important thing of all.


Money.


* * *


This was the [2nd] plague.


The scene faded and then the vision changed it was somewhere in Alaska or Antarctica, I wasn't sure which. By a freak act of nature, one very HUGE mountain of ice suddenly rose up, expanded from heat, from the surface and because of the years of proceeding global warming, instead of being solid, it was a combination of liquid and ice, and it caused a massive icy tidal wave that grew with strength for every mile it passed.


Fortunately the tidal wave only washed over unpopulated wastelands of the arctic.


But then, due only to what science could only explain in complex, the wave of water grew higher and higher until it finally touched the surface of the sky. And it was like a catalytic reaction.


It was as if the very ice under the Antarctic was a pure untainted form, never meant to be disturbed by man, and by touching the deep centuries-rich pollution of the sky, it morphed into a weird dry-ice type of hurricane that rapidly expanded the more pollution in the sky it found. Our new death was now formed because of our misuse of our planet.


In mere minutes, it had already reached the nearest settlements on the polar caps and it was growing in size by the second.


There was no real panic, or statement to issue of this impending doom.  It whispered silently across the streets where it froze in absolute sub-zero temperatures everything it passed. It was so, terribly cold, as if cold could be something tangible and definable. You could touch the sickness, the death - of it and it froze over all thought, all consciousness, and all life.


And then I was her.


I could feel my heartbeat thumping in panic. I had just finished talking to a friend of mine and was rushing across a playground to find my little boy because I knew something was wrong. The air was too cold and it was getting colder ! And then I saw him on a swing and I cried out to him, "We need to leave ! Something's wrong !"


But then the cold vapor hit me. And my very words were frozen in time and it was a kind of indulgent cool sleepiness that came over me and I felt my own heart immediately slow and then freeze over solid and I was trapped in the stillness of infinity, reaching out to save my child, a statue of motherhood.


It was only when I realized I was not there, did I return. Again, death was not recognized or even known until I had accepted it myself. It was the mind escaping the inescapable. And it always would.


The curious vapor worked itself into every building. One special building had sounded an alarm, and rubber-tight flanged flayed out and gripped the edges to make it airtight.  An artificial atmosphere was emitted from gas jets long ready in preparation.


The loudspeakers crackled with several people talking at once. It sounded to be some type of evacuation plan for important people and scientists, for those who could afford it. And it seemed like for a time, the residents of this building just might have survived the deadly vapor of cold.


But no.


There was one very small, infinitely small crack in a window, and it was as if the vapor had a life of it's own and it entered, hungrily, almost as if it was seeking out the warmth of our blood, the warmth of our hearts, to come and freeze and still them in it's absolute zero of cold temperatures.


The secret city, all people, pets, and life, were suddenly quiet in the hushed whisper of absolution. A short time later the protective rubber on the outer doors cracked like glass and the remainder of the vapor crept in to confirm and calculate it's kill.


* * *


This was the [3rd] plague.


Unknown to scientists, every time the Earth's atmosphere was pierced by rockets seeking to leave it's atmosphere, they had caused a slight deviation in the magnetic flux of the Earth.


And it was an incremental and exponential effect until a large natural sunspot phenomenon not only leapt across it's blazing surface but was further coaxed by the unstable perpetuity of gravity and eagerly rushed down to slam into the Earth, the worst kind of meteorite, because instead of being a block of frozen ice it was a single tongue of fire millions of degrees in temperature !


It happened with such ferocity and unexpectedness that only alarms and warnings went off well after it had already hit.


People grabbed what they could, and moved away from it's projected repercussion area. For although it had already hit, aftershocks were going to occur and they would have far reaching consequences than the actual projectile itself. I saw radios and televisions warning the people, telling them to get as far away from the impact as they could.


Important people hurried by with their briefcases of money and status, businessmen with their suits grabbing both wife and child to escape. At a remote airport, a personal jet was being loaded up with yet another important person who, like his predecessor, prepared for the coming of the holocaust.


The jet, too, had ample rooms, a room to track the repercussions, and complex computer and radio equipment to alert anyone and everyone about what was needed or needed to be done. And perhaps it seemed they would escape unharmed as surely anything in the air surely would not be effected by ground tremors.


But they hadn't anticipated that the solar burst did not just hit the Earth but BURNED into it and it was heading towards the field of least resistance, where gravity itself was harnessed. The core of our planet. It extended beyond sight, unseen and unchecked at an incredible rate, many miles farther than anyone had ever dug underground by hand or with machine.


And then I was her.


I had been living underground for years now since I lost my home and family due to consistent bickering and arguments. And at this point, I trusted no-one. I had on tattered clothes and carried a make-shift dirty backpack that was countless times soaked in sewer-water.


I avoided the surface and the cruel people above it. I was in my own dark world, I was to myself, and human immorality and avarice would not reach me here in my underground dwellings. I was safe.


Unfortunately, even being on the edge of the shock-waves from the solar flare, a fault tore open at the little home I had lovingly built out of pretty cardboard and paper and I I fell straight into the cracks where cold hard razor-sharp steel awaited me from some sewer piping below, now torn asunder from the shock waves.


It was awful.  It was like I could hear the punctures occurring throughout my body and I was gasping, trying to catch my breath, and then somehow, I was not being able to. And I saw my eyes facing down to see a river of excrement and sludge slowly work it's way unsuccessfully through the ruptured lines to fall into the abyss.


Our precious 'gift' to Mother Earth.


It was only when I realized I didn't have the lungs to breathe, did I leave this horrible scene.


And there was the secret.


There was a shadow of a strange all-steel building somewhere in the South Pole. And it, of ALL the disasters that had so far occurred, remained standing in it's wake.


It was an order of unholy, fabricated from the best of man and the worst of him. It was designed for the end of the world. It's citizens literally thumbed their nose up at the creator, for it was a secret society that believed they would live forever and were prepared for anything - or so they thought.


The world shook for the 1st plague.


It trembled for the 2nd plague.


It shrieked in rage for the 3rd plague.


It frightfully awaited the 4th.




END OF CHAPTER 4

 
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Im not really good with long reviews but I really liked this Chapter! :) I love the way you write, I'm not sure how to explain myself, but the way you make things flow makes it easier for me to concentrate and read it, instead of being distracted by other things :)

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I love this chapter. I also love the flow of this chapter as well

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dw817

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Only one more chapter after this. Because the last entry was - of an adult nature, I made two choice.. read more
Whoa!! Any appreciation will seem less for this chapter. *hats off to you*…this is really honestly an ompeccable breathtaking chapter I have ever read. I love the way you go into details of everything and every incidents. And the use of perfect strong words really adorns this write. Stunning write. Thanks a tonne for sharing.

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*claps* good job! Really enjoyed this chapter! ^^

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Ellie EM

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Kaaaayys! ^^
dw817

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You should have it. Click the, "Next Chapter" button above. Also I'll post the 1st chapter to a new .. read more
Ellie EM

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Okays! x3 sounds good
Im not really good with long reviews but I really liked this Chapter! :) I love the way you write, I'm not sure how to explain myself, but the way you make things flow makes it easier for me to concentrate and read it, instead of being distracted by other things :)

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dw817

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I definitely do appreciate that ! I sometimes envy other writers how they can go into great detail i.. read more
Wow that was quite a chapter! I might not be able to sleep lol (j/k) I remember when I was little I watched the Disney movie The Prince Of Egypt and the part where they got to the plagues. I freaked out with the one where they had the frogs! Eww! Well I went to go wash up for dinner and while I was washing my hands you know you get the bubbles from the soap well I kind of freaked out lol I thought I had the same plague they did! I was such a silly back then. Since then two things have happened. One I have never watched that movie again. Two I have gotten over the bubble being the plague. Anyway, I have babbled on way to long but great chapter anyway! =)

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Oh I dunno, a few comfy bands here and there to strap you down. I'm sure something could be consider.. read more
MandaBear

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OH I see! No straps for me!!
dw817

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It's not so bad. Sometimes Amanda. It feels good for others to make decisions for you, especially wh.. read more

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