OnyxReaper
Mind Over Metal, Metal Over Flesh
Life-Less
It's perfectly fine when you're alive, isn't it? people live everyday as a new day, yet it isn't uncommon for them to think that "life's too short" they go on about it all the time correct? "Ooh, I wish I could live forever" a common dream right? yet in reality, it's nothing like that. That dream is only the beginning of a nightmare. And a nightmare has begun.
June 30th 2032
A group of British students, Starting their 10th year of highschool leave for a school trip in Wales. The sky turns dark as night comes on: a dark figure with thickly cast shadows sprawling across his body stands before the schoolbus. A middle-aged man, the bus driver slams the breaks, turning to the right to stop the vehicle faster. Too late. The massive vehicle slams into the shadowy figure. Rolling. Rolling and rolling. The bus goes rolling across the road in the middle of nowhere. Then, almost as the rolling stops, it starts again, faster and with more velocity this time, tumbling roughly down the welsh hillside. The world went dark for many of the students. yet, the few that managed to grab hold of their conscious looked on as the figure from before stooped down, crouching low to fit through the smashed and shattered window. Grass can be seen in the top of the students vision, and the figure seems to have his feet planted onto the roof of the bus. Blood rushing to their heads, and for a fair number of the students, spattering against the roof. The bus had ended up falling in a way that had the wheels pointing to the sky, and roof to the earth.
The figure kept looking, kneeling down at each of the students with a beating chest. Black blood seemed to drip off thickly from a slit in shadowy man's wrist, and he forced that same black blood into the students throats. Forcing them to swallow one-by-one. And each had their world go dark.
Yet, unlike their companions, the blooded students opened their eyes only an hour later. The sound of metal being grinded away, accompanied with the sounds of police sirens. Saved. The figure gone. Only a day later, after a short stay in the hospital, their back to school. Oddly, even the students that had suffered from deep wounds, chipped bones and heavy concussions were back in action only a day after. Yet, all of the survivors held one memory, from the last night before school. That figure, moving in and whispering lightly to them "I'll take responsibility for you...."
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