She cryed out as the flame took her back. She was still awake after, shirtless, for the heat had incinerated it, but still alive, and not burnt bad. She looked around the room. Burning, broken corpses. What had saved her? She looked to the other side of the room, and saw a man, or more a young man, in black clothes and long black hair, staring at her with a grim expression.
“You…you did this…didn’t you!?” The girl, named Julia, screamed out. The boy grinned, held a finger to his mouth, as if shushing. Julia walked to the back of the room as she heard an explosion. She was taken by fear. She glared at the boy, who wouldn’t move. Julia looked at her best friend, and classmate, Nattie. Her face was half burnt, and Julia began to cry. The boy moved over now, and gripped Julia by the neck, pulling her to the hall. There, five people in all came from the rooms, and restrained her. The boy looked to the front doors of the school, and saw the police gather up.
“Damien,” said one of the people. “You want to take them?” Damien glared at the cops that headed up to the building. He walked forward and held his hand to the doors. The glass broke and flew at the two officers, as the shards blew into there necks and blood spilled onto the concrete.
Damien led the five others, and Julia, outside. The walked to one of the police cars, and set Julia and Damien in, as one of the people drived. The four others got into a fan that had been parked infront of the school. They drove off, Julia begin to cry. Damien held her hand, and she didn’t care, she gripped it hard. They pulled up to an old, black house. They stepped out of the cars and to the yard, tan dusk was all that was there, as they stepped onto the stairs that led to the patio. It creaked and sneered as the weight was placed on it. Julia began to struggle and scream, and Damien held her, non-chalantly. They stepped into the house, a large stone table placed there. The five people sat in the living room, and bowed. Damien placed the girl on the alter table, and clamped his hand on her throat. He smiled, as he glared at her.
“Help…help…” she muffled out. Damiens grin got large, as he grip started to kill the girl. Her eyes closed, as the last bit of life in her faded. Damien let his grip go, and looked to the ceiling, seemingly beyond. He closed his eyes, and his body jerked a few times as if struck. Julia then roze, and breathed in deep. Damien fell to the floor, breathing hard. Julia got up and laughed. She was not Julia.
“I,” she said, in a deep womanly voice, “am Babylon! Queen of the Damned, bringer of the dragon! Rize, my son.” She gazed down at Damien, who roze to his feet. The dark, blood fill pathces under his eyes began to grow dark and deadly. Babylon smiled, and kissed Damien passionately. She held her head over his shoulder, and hummed in happiness as she closed her eyes.
“I love you my son…So it begins then?”
“Yes Mother,” Damien said. “It begins…”
“So then were are your Horsemen?” she looked aroudn the room. She could barely see the figures who were scared out of there minds. “You all are? You five then yes?” The shook as they said yes. “Then rize, and claim your swords.” She put her hand infront of her, and five black swords appeared. They stood, still wary, and grabed the swords. Babylon laughed, and walked outside. A dark storm had begun to gather ahead. “My son…my warriors…come.” Damiena dn teh horsemn came out and gazed at the storm. Damien looked to Babylon.
“Molloch will come soon then?”
“Yes, your father will come…and he will begin the invasion.” She closed her eyes, and smiled. “The Apocalypse has begun!”