Okay, me and my friend were writing this story, we were taking it in turn to write each part, which is why the quality differs in part.
Dawn of Fate.
By Malachi Marriott and William Morris
The following is a story told by Cruz Rayden set in the year 2776 on the planet Dellron, a formal earth colony planet that became independent from earth long ago.
The deserted streets of the destroyed city was a pitiful sight; the buildings lay in ruins while the Dellrains run in a crazed frenzy from the hoard of creatures known as Lycons, with their demonic overlord Gorn, who single handily, took complete control of Dellron.
Dellron itself used to be a rich planet filled with its own riches, until Gorn appeared thirty years ago, from the three hundred million Dellranians, there are now less then three thousand left.
I sought shelter under a wrecked hovercraft to act as my haven, but I knew it would only last a fleeting moment. I couldn't help but wonder what Gorn orginary came to this planet for; no one knows for certain, however, what is known is that he built his utopia and his army after coming here... And that he wants the rest of us dead.
Now we're in this fight against Gorn and his army of cloned monsters just to survive. Barely a few minutes in and already more than half of my unit is dead. The remaining soldiers and me had to fight in order to escape this never ending assault of Lycons coming before us. I aimed my plasma rifle amidst the scenery of rotting corpses in front of me and took aim with the rest of my unit.
The crimson eyes of the Lycons shone with excitement as they aimed their own weapons and were about to fire; when a voice cried out, “Fire!” and so my unit fired, however, even with all of our combined firepower, we only killed three Lycons, and tore twelve to shreds, but they just kept coming! There was too many of them for such a small unit to handle!
They returned fire, killing my comrades one by one, until I was the only one left in the wake of the Lycons... It was as if the devil himself toyed with our lives behind that gate of his in the city of Dis, there was no other option, we had to retreat.
We clamoured across the dead bodies of our fellow comrades, while the dreaded Lycon army continued their rain of plasma lasers, I could not help but find the reflected image of the rose tinted rays of light enchanting, and I would want to gaze and watch them for hours, if I was not in this war. No, this is not war. It's a massacre.
A slitting pain slit my leg, then I realised to my horror that my legs was trapped underneath some rubble from a destroyed building, the hoard of demons descending unto the few survivors left.
The terror set in.
The blood red eyes of the Lycons appeared behind my back. I could feel their shallow breath down my back.
What am I meant to do now!?!
The Lycons approached with their crimson eyes bright with excitement and broad grins plastered on their faces as they took long slow strides to deliver the final blow.
I raised my left arm over my face as means of defence, after all, what else could I do while with every breath a army of demons came closer.
Then, I saw it.
Menos Grande.
Menos Grande was a specially designed Lycon built to have the destructive power of ten thousand Lycons, and armed to the teeth with a myriad of weapons, a pair of dual plasma handguns strapped to his legs, a green plasma broadsword kept in a titanium scabbard strung across his right shoulder, and a rocket launcher across his left.
Suddenly, a lone figure appeared from the ruins of the destroyed waterworks, armed with a red plasma longsword in a brown scabbard across his left hip, Major Carter.
The Major looked only to find himself surrounded with several dozen Lycons. Major Carter, with a growing smile, drew his sword with his right hand and effortlessly dispatched the Lycons in a single swoop of his blade.
As the other soldiers freed my foot from the rubble the major grabbed hold of me and lifted me up he said “you worthless scumbag get up and fight” as he forced my plasma rifle back into my hands. The whole damn unit lit the scene up like the 4th of July firing away at Menos Grande but there was still no effect he wouldn’t die. We started to fall back as Menos Grande continued to make blood and guts fly every all over the place but the Major stood like a statue not scared a bit of Menos Grande. A voice from behind from one of the fellow troops yelled look around his neck area, and it sparked a glimpse of hope among us because we noticed Menos Grade’s armour around his neck was weak. I looked along the ground and saw a Livewire plasma cannon held tightly in the arms of another dead soldier, I grabbed it and bravely ran pass the soldiers in front of me towards Menos Grande as the scenery around me blew up. I ran past the Major up a area up rubble close to Menos Grande and the Major yelled “Rayden get back you fool” as all eyes looked at me, I took aim at the neck of Menos Grande and fired a massive ball of Plasma at his neck and as if God himself had appeared, Menos Grande’s crooked neck blew to pieces splattering his blood all over me as his head fell off dying right before me. Everyone screeched in delight cheering and congratulating me for saving the day and the Major walked up to me and said “well done son, you saved us all I’ll see to it that you get a promotion” but we had to cut the celebrations short as we knew more Lycons would come along to avenge the death of Menos Grande.
"Man was cleansed from the world." he angel spoke without emotion as she glanced at the soldier as she drew her flaming sword. "Creatures such as you were judged centuries ago." - Angel ?????