Post by Ahmar on Mar 6, 2018 17:03:15 GMT -5
Ahmar was held in artificial suspension as the space pod broke through the Brenchian atmosphere, hurtling towards the dark side of the planet. It was apparent that this side was in full night mode as the pod rushed towards the surface of the planet. Soon, Ahmar would be woken up by a loud repetitious beeping after the pod had scoured itself into the planet’s crust, forming a deep crater. The demon grumbled as he clambered out of the pod, closing the hatch with the remote he found inside the craft.
Ahmar stood up and stretched his muscles before he floated out of the crater and surveyed the area. Not far from where the crater was was a small town. The demon could see lights from the houses flying on in a panic.
“Apparently, I woke them,” the demon said as he landed on the edge of the crater and began to walk towards the town. His stomach growled, demanding to be fed. “Might as well get a midnight snack,” the demon suggested as he neared the town. He noticed that some of the townspeople had lights, shining their way towards the pod and shining on each other. Ahmar noted that their skin was of different and varying colors. Some were red and others blue and still others of a normal complexion, but all their skin tones varied. ‘Have to assimilate,’ the demon thought to himself.
He held his hands up, showing the Brenchians that he was a friendly person. “I mean you know harm,” Ahmar said. The Brenchians talked and whispered among themselves, probably discussing or deciding on what to do with the demon. “All I’m looking for is a place to stay,” the demon inquired. “I promise to not hurt anyone.”
“Fine,” one male Brenchian said. “You can stay with my family until you are able to get your own home, or until you leave.”
“Thank you,” the demon said, bowing to the Brenchian. The crowd parted, eyeing the demon as he followed the Brenchian host to his home.
“I don’t know where you’ll sleep,” the Brenchian said. “I suppose you’ll sleep on the couch, but I advise that you shower or something. You smell like something died.”
“It’s because I have been travelling and haven’t showered in months,” Ahmar lied.
“I guess by the shackles that you were a prisoner or a slave?”
“A slave, yes,” the demon lied again. “Put into service to make war machines. I bare the blood of many innocent civilians, no doubt, due to making them. I’m sorry for having some here and disturbing your peacefulness, but it was the first planet that came up and I decided to flee here.”
“I see,” the Brenchian said as the two entered the house. There was a Brenchian woman pacing the doorway and a Brenchian boy who popped his head out of another doorway, possibly from the living room or kitchen of the home.
“Who’s that? Is that what made the noise?” asked the Brenchian woman.
“My name is Ahmar,” the demon stated as he bowed to the rest of the family. “I’m sorry for having to occupy your home, but it is deeply grateful.” The demon smiled, showing his devilish teeth. The Brenchian woman shuddered and looked at her husband.
“Well, you can’t shower with those chains,” she said.
“He can use by sleeping bag and sleep on the couch then,” the male Brenchian said. The woman sighed and nodded her head. The husband walked away. The demon just now noticed with how fast the Brenchian walked. The demon batted his eyes and was stunned for a moment, watching the male Brenchian walk back and handed Ahmar the sleeping bag. “Let me show you to the living room.” Ahmar followed the Brenchian into another room, one that had tile flooring and leather chairs and couches. The demon went to the couch and unrolled the sleeping bag. He settled into it and laid on the couch. The lights turned out and the demon waited, listening to the house as the Brenchians went upstairs in a quick manner. Ahmar guessed it was because of what their race was like. He heard above him the three Brenchians talking to each other, whispering about the demon that slept below them, obviously the house wasn’t made of the best materials.
“I don’t like him. He seems evil. I want him out of here as quick as possible,” the Brenchian woman said.
“I’ll call the cops, have them pick him up first thing in the morning tomorrow,” the male Brenchian replied. “Son, I’ll need you to keep your sister in her room. Don’t want her to roam around downstairs for midnight snacks like she always does.”
“Yes, sir,” the boy Brenchian said, and Ahmar heard him walk to another room and quietly close a door.
“Yes, officer,” said the Brenchian male, “I have a man in my home right now, sleeping in my living room. No, he isn’t doing any harm right now, but I would like you to come get him in the morning. Yes, everything is all right. OK, thank you.” There was a small silence. “They’ll be here in the morning.”
“What if he kills us in our sleep?” the Brenchian woman said.
“He won’t. I’ll bar the door so he won’t get in.”
“What about the kids?”
“I’m sure Nevar will know what to do. You know how he is. Let’s get some rest now.”
Ahmar sat in the darkness, continuing to listen to the house for any movement. The demon must have laid there for three hours before he finally made his own move, slipping out of the sleeping bag, his chains clattering, and going up the stairs two at a time, holding onto the chains to that they wouldn’t make a noise, slowly moving with the stealth of a predator. Soon, the demon was on the second floor. There were four doors before the demon, two of them closed. The opened ones revealed the bathroom and the boy’s room. Ahmar was not interested in those. He could take care of the parents right now and then go for the children or cause a commotion with the kids and then possibly have a tussle with the parents.
The demon took his chances and walked towards one of the doors, slowly opening it ever so slowly so as it wouldn’t creak or squeak. This allowed the demon to peer inside the room to see what was in there. To his surprise, he looked into the little girl’s room where the boy was sleeping near the door. Ahmar didn’t jump or closed the door, just surveyed the boy from behind the door and through the very thin crack he made to see if the boy was armed, and he wasn’t. The demon smiled and left the door as is, slowly turning away and going to the other door, doing the same in opening it. The door wouldn’t budge. ‘He must have propped something against it, then.’ The demon left the parents alone and decided that the best course of action was to go for the children. The demon turned back around and stopped. There before him was a small Brenchian little girl, hair white and skin a light blue. The girl stared up at the demon, her eyes wide and fearful.
The demon didn’t move, but stood there, knowing that if he did make a move, the girl would scream. Ahmar began to think and calculate. ‘Is this the best course of action? Do I have time to kill her and the boy? Or will the boy escape and get a neighbor or an authority?’ As the demon thought, the girl just stared at him still. The demon will never forget those deep blue eyes for the rest of his life. He never killed a toddler before, but it would’ve happened sooner or later. The demon slowly walked over to the girl, his chains clinking as he finally stood in front of her. The demon held out his hand to her, and the little girl surprisingly took it. Ahmar walked her back to the room, his chains still clinking as he walked with her to her bed. The demon glared down at the boy, who was stirring as the demon lifted the girl up and put her into the bed. The girl stared up at the demon as she got settled in and her eyes closed.
“Hey!” the boy yelled. Ahmar’s head quickly turned to the boy. “Get away from her!” he screamed as he rushed the demon. If it was any other being, he would’ve smiled, but the boy was fast and tackled the demon. The little girl got up and screamed in a state of panic. Ahmar had no choice but to throw the boy off of himself.
“You don’t want to fight a demon, boy,” Ahmar said as a warning.
“I will even if it means to protect my sister.” The demon heard the other Brenchians open their door in a flash and run into the room, both brandishing laser pistols. Each fired a shot at the demon, but the demon just moved out of the way, the lasers zooming right past him. Ahmar had no option now. He grabbed the child and held her up by the skull.
“Let me leave or she will die,” the demon warned the family.
“You’ll leave in a body bag for all I care,” the male Brenchian said as he fired another shot. This time, the demon tossed the child into the line of fire, killing her instantly.
“So be it,” the demon said as the female Brenchian screamed in horror and began to fire rapidly and carelessly at the demon along with the husband doing the same. Ahmar knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge the barrage, so he used his ki to bring up a barrier until they were out of energy to keep going. “That was very futile. Now show me what you got.”
The boy got up from the floor of where he was tossed and charged the demon. Calculating from last time, the demon was able to time a hit perfectly on the teen by slapping him away, sending the boy being tossed through a crib and table. The demon started to walk towards the couple, the woman screaming as her husband charged the demon as well, being faster than the boy and taking the demon off guard. The Brenchian landed a few punches to the demon before the demon was able to regain his composure and grab both of the male’s fist. The demon smiled at him and licked his face. “You taste nice,” the demon said and was satisfied at the Brenchian’s disgusted and horrified expression. The demon reared his head back and smashed it into the male’s, breaking the Brenchian’s nose. The male screamed in pain and walked backwards as the female got up and ran into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it. The man felt his nose, feeling that it was indeed broken and then turned back to Ahmar.
The demon punched the Brenchian in the face and then began to send out a flurry of kicks and punches to the man’s chest and face, which the Brenchian only blocked a few before his arms broke from the sheer force of the kicks and punches. Ahmar finished this move off with a punch to the man’s stomach, sending him doubling over, sending spittle out and knocking the wind out of him. The demon then kicked the man away, sending him crashing through the house’s infrastructure and onto the grass outside. The demon walked over to the room where the female Brenchian was, hearing the sounds of sirens and the Brenchian authorities breaking down the door to the house. Ahmar did the same to the door before, not testing the doorknob. The woman screamed from the bed as the demon hurriedly made his way to the bed and grabbed the woman, ripping her clothes off and tearing into her body, eating her alive as her blood sprayed over the demon and onto the bed.
Ahmar got a good chunk of flesh and some of her insides into his mouth, tasting the fresh meat of the Brenchian woman and a newly forming fetus. ‘This was definitely worth it,’ the demon thought as he flew out of the house, crashing through the ceiling. He turned and looked down at the house, all the Brenchian authorities were in the bedroom of where the woman was, dead on the bed and still bleeding out. Ahmar was going to cover his tracks but will be at large now. He cupped his hands in the Kamehameha style and formed a purple ball of energy in his hands, and then released it, destroying the house and all who was in it. There was nothing there but a crater now, and the demon flew off into the night, seeking another town to terrorize in this night.
WC: 2171
Ahmar stood up and stretched his muscles before he floated out of the crater and surveyed the area. Not far from where the crater was was a small town. The demon could see lights from the houses flying on in a panic.
“Apparently, I woke them,” the demon said as he landed on the edge of the crater and began to walk towards the town. His stomach growled, demanding to be fed. “Might as well get a midnight snack,” the demon suggested as he neared the town. He noticed that some of the townspeople had lights, shining their way towards the pod and shining on each other. Ahmar noted that their skin was of different and varying colors. Some were red and others blue and still others of a normal complexion, but all their skin tones varied. ‘Have to assimilate,’ the demon thought to himself.
He held his hands up, showing the Brenchians that he was a friendly person. “I mean you know harm,” Ahmar said. The Brenchians talked and whispered among themselves, probably discussing or deciding on what to do with the demon. “All I’m looking for is a place to stay,” the demon inquired. “I promise to not hurt anyone.”
“Fine,” one male Brenchian said. “You can stay with my family until you are able to get your own home, or until you leave.”
“Thank you,” the demon said, bowing to the Brenchian. The crowd parted, eyeing the demon as he followed the Brenchian host to his home.
“I don’t know where you’ll sleep,” the Brenchian said. “I suppose you’ll sleep on the couch, but I advise that you shower or something. You smell like something died.”
“It’s because I have been travelling and haven’t showered in months,” Ahmar lied.
“I guess by the shackles that you were a prisoner or a slave?”
“A slave, yes,” the demon lied again. “Put into service to make war machines. I bare the blood of many innocent civilians, no doubt, due to making them. I’m sorry for having some here and disturbing your peacefulness, but it was the first planet that came up and I decided to flee here.”
“I see,” the Brenchian said as the two entered the house. There was a Brenchian woman pacing the doorway and a Brenchian boy who popped his head out of another doorway, possibly from the living room or kitchen of the home.
“Who’s that? Is that what made the noise?” asked the Brenchian woman.
“My name is Ahmar,” the demon stated as he bowed to the rest of the family. “I’m sorry for having to occupy your home, but it is deeply grateful.” The demon smiled, showing his devilish teeth. The Brenchian woman shuddered and looked at her husband.
“Well, you can’t shower with those chains,” she said.
“He can use by sleeping bag and sleep on the couch then,” the male Brenchian said. The woman sighed and nodded her head. The husband walked away. The demon just now noticed with how fast the Brenchian walked. The demon batted his eyes and was stunned for a moment, watching the male Brenchian walk back and handed Ahmar the sleeping bag. “Let me show you to the living room.” Ahmar followed the Brenchian into another room, one that had tile flooring and leather chairs and couches. The demon went to the couch and unrolled the sleeping bag. He settled into it and laid on the couch. The lights turned out and the demon waited, listening to the house as the Brenchians went upstairs in a quick manner. Ahmar guessed it was because of what their race was like. He heard above him the three Brenchians talking to each other, whispering about the demon that slept below them, obviously the house wasn’t made of the best materials.
“I don’t like him. He seems evil. I want him out of here as quick as possible,” the Brenchian woman said.
“I’ll call the cops, have them pick him up first thing in the morning tomorrow,” the male Brenchian replied. “Son, I’ll need you to keep your sister in her room. Don’t want her to roam around downstairs for midnight snacks like she always does.”
“Yes, sir,” the boy Brenchian said, and Ahmar heard him walk to another room and quietly close a door.
“Yes, officer,” said the Brenchian male, “I have a man in my home right now, sleeping in my living room. No, he isn’t doing any harm right now, but I would like you to come get him in the morning. Yes, everything is all right. OK, thank you.” There was a small silence. “They’ll be here in the morning.”
“What if he kills us in our sleep?” the Brenchian woman said.
“He won’t. I’ll bar the door so he won’t get in.”
“What about the kids?”
“I’m sure Nevar will know what to do. You know how he is. Let’s get some rest now.”
Ahmar sat in the darkness, continuing to listen to the house for any movement. The demon must have laid there for three hours before he finally made his own move, slipping out of the sleeping bag, his chains clattering, and going up the stairs two at a time, holding onto the chains to that they wouldn’t make a noise, slowly moving with the stealth of a predator. Soon, the demon was on the second floor. There were four doors before the demon, two of them closed. The opened ones revealed the bathroom and the boy’s room. Ahmar was not interested in those. He could take care of the parents right now and then go for the children or cause a commotion with the kids and then possibly have a tussle with the parents.
The demon took his chances and walked towards one of the doors, slowly opening it ever so slowly so as it wouldn’t creak or squeak. This allowed the demon to peer inside the room to see what was in there. To his surprise, he looked into the little girl’s room where the boy was sleeping near the door. Ahmar didn’t jump or closed the door, just surveyed the boy from behind the door and through the very thin crack he made to see if the boy was armed, and he wasn’t. The demon smiled and left the door as is, slowly turning away and going to the other door, doing the same in opening it. The door wouldn’t budge. ‘He must have propped something against it, then.’ The demon left the parents alone and decided that the best course of action was to go for the children. The demon turned back around and stopped. There before him was a small Brenchian little girl, hair white and skin a light blue. The girl stared up at the demon, her eyes wide and fearful.
The demon didn’t move, but stood there, knowing that if he did make a move, the girl would scream. Ahmar began to think and calculate. ‘Is this the best course of action? Do I have time to kill her and the boy? Or will the boy escape and get a neighbor or an authority?’ As the demon thought, the girl just stared at him still. The demon will never forget those deep blue eyes for the rest of his life. He never killed a toddler before, but it would’ve happened sooner or later. The demon slowly walked over to the girl, his chains clinking as he finally stood in front of her. The demon held out his hand to her, and the little girl surprisingly took it. Ahmar walked her back to the room, his chains still clinking as he walked with her to her bed. The demon glared down at the boy, who was stirring as the demon lifted the girl up and put her into the bed. The girl stared up at the demon as she got settled in and her eyes closed.
“Hey!” the boy yelled. Ahmar’s head quickly turned to the boy. “Get away from her!” he screamed as he rushed the demon. If it was any other being, he would’ve smiled, but the boy was fast and tackled the demon. The little girl got up and screamed in a state of panic. Ahmar had no choice but to throw the boy off of himself.
“You don’t want to fight a demon, boy,” Ahmar said as a warning.
“I will even if it means to protect my sister.” The demon heard the other Brenchians open their door in a flash and run into the room, both brandishing laser pistols. Each fired a shot at the demon, but the demon just moved out of the way, the lasers zooming right past him. Ahmar had no option now. He grabbed the child and held her up by the skull.
“Let me leave or she will die,” the demon warned the family.
“You’ll leave in a body bag for all I care,” the male Brenchian said as he fired another shot. This time, the demon tossed the child into the line of fire, killing her instantly.
“So be it,” the demon said as the female Brenchian screamed in horror and began to fire rapidly and carelessly at the demon along with the husband doing the same. Ahmar knew he wouldn’t be able to dodge the barrage, so he used his ki to bring up a barrier until they were out of energy to keep going. “That was very futile. Now show me what you got.”
The boy got up from the floor of where he was tossed and charged the demon. Calculating from last time, the demon was able to time a hit perfectly on the teen by slapping him away, sending the boy being tossed through a crib and table. The demon started to walk towards the couple, the woman screaming as her husband charged the demon as well, being faster than the boy and taking the demon off guard. The Brenchian landed a few punches to the demon before the demon was able to regain his composure and grab both of the male’s fist. The demon smiled at him and licked his face. “You taste nice,” the demon said and was satisfied at the Brenchian’s disgusted and horrified expression. The demon reared his head back and smashed it into the male’s, breaking the Brenchian’s nose. The male screamed in pain and walked backwards as the female got up and ran into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it. The man felt his nose, feeling that it was indeed broken and then turned back to Ahmar.
The demon punched the Brenchian in the face and then began to send out a flurry of kicks and punches to the man’s chest and face, which the Brenchian only blocked a few before his arms broke from the sheer force of the kicks and punches. Ahmar finished this move off with a punch to the man’s stomach, sending him doubling over, sending spittle out and knocking the wind out of him. The demon then kicked the man away, sending him crashing through the house’s infrastructure and onto the grass outside. The demon walked over to the room where the female Brenchian was, hearing the sounds of sirens and the Brenchian authorities breaking down the door to the house. Ahmar did the same to the door before, not testing the doorknob. The woman screamed from the bed as the demon hurriedly made his way to the bed and grabbed the woman, ripping her clothes off and tearing into her body, eating her alive as her blood sprayed over the demon and onto the bed.
Ahmar got a good chunk of flesh and some of her insides into his mouth, tasting the fresh meat of the Brenchian woman and a newly forming fetus. ‘This was definitely worth it,’ the demon thought as he flew out of the house, crashing through the ceiling. He turned and looked down at the house, all the Brenchian authorities were in the bedroom of where the woman was, dead on the bed and still bleeding out. Ahmar was going to cover his tracks but will be at large now. He cupped his hands in the Kamehameha style and formed a purple ball of energy in his hands, and then released it, destroying the house and all who was in it. There was nothing there but a crater now, and the demon flew off into the night, seeking another town to terrorize in this night.
WC: 2171