The Beast Within
The spawn knelt in the shadows of the corner. His iridescent eyes
searching the dark for his prey. A prey he knew very well, almost too well.
From the end of the stone corridor the spawn's ear picked out a single
disturbance. From behind the mask a man's mouth twisted in a smile and a thought
of satisfaction crossed his mind.
Rising to his feet the spawn walked defiantly down the corridor. His
armoured boots making no sound on the cold floor. A heart that beat no blood,
pounded within the unnatural armour of the spawn. At last his mission was
drawing to a close and so too would this endless torture. The one being
responsible for his spawning would now ultimately reach its death.
The door was close now, and the spawn's soulless eyes peered into ...view middle of the document...
This creature had roamed the aeons sending multitudes of
innocent 'children' to nothingness before their time.
In ages past it was known as Ra, god of the sun, then it was known as
Xeues. Only a thousand years ago they called him a Dragon, and now, he was known
as a scientist. Figure heads for the world, able to control the elements to
But today, it was time for the creature to end its cultivation of evil on
earth. One man who the beast had killed had refused to die. By sheer power of
will he had re-spawned to become the 'Spawn', and now, after centuries of silent
following had finally decided that enough was enough!
Kicking open the barred door the Spawn raised his hell blade in a warriors
salute and cried, "Your time is up beast! Never again will you commit crimes
against humanity! With this sword I commit your body to the flames!" The spawn's
sword glowed with a magical flare and the spawn leapt forward, raising the
mighty weapon above his head.
The old man turned his head, his eyes grew dark, quickly turning black to
match the colour of his soul. The beast within was anxious to react. However,
the old man's body was too slow, years had aged his weary muscles. The spawn's
weapon dug deep into the silken cloth on the old mans chest and struck the heart,
the soul and the beast.
At once a huge gaping hole appeared in the fabric of space, and the 'stuff'
which holds all things together grabbed the beast and ripped it into the mouth
of the porthole. With a whining scream the gateway to the other side slammed
shut and the Spawn stood quietly over the empty husk of the old scientist.
His life goal and mission over, the spawn's soul began it's transmutation
to the heavens. Within a matter of minutes all that remained in the room, was an
old man lying beside a pile of rusty old armour and a blackened, silver sword.