Chapter One: The full moon barely shown through the thick, rolling clouds, the glowing white orb illuminating the sky and the earth below as a chill wind rushed through the landscape. Leaves were brushed aside and tossed into the air as the breeze flowed through the forest, thick tree branches and bushes swaying and creaking as they too were caught in the flow. As the noise of the wind faded into the night, a boot crunched down upon the late Autumn ground, its heavy soles crushing the leaves below it. The man hefted his spear, which was really a shovel with its tip filed to a point, and, gritting his teeth, moved on through the chill night. "Of all the people," he thought, "I had to be the one to miss out on the sacrafice. Out of everyone there, they had to choose me!" He angrily kicked at the ground, a wall of leaves blowing up as another gust of wing took them away. If it hadn't been for that gust of wind, the man may have heard the knife coming his way. The silver blade struck him in the side of the head, the steel puncturing through his fleah and skull like it was warm butter. The man's eyes rolled up into his head, and before he hit the ground, he was dead.
Chapter 2: Four figures rushed through the night, thier boots crunching on the ground as they ran through the forest. Sprinting through the branches and underbrush, they burst out into a clearing, the woods stopping so suddenly they seemed to have stepped into another world. But they kept going. Charging to the end of the clear area, each folded a leg underneath the other as the slid through the bushes and into the forest again, this time sliding down a steep incline littered with tree roots and rocks. With heavy crunches and grunts, the four shadowy figures hit the bottom of the incline among a shower of falling rocks and dirt. Sprinting towards the trees, each person crouched or stood behind a tree, breathing heavily but quietly as the cicadas and crickets chirped in the night around. Looking out from behind his tree, one of the figures saw the man, walking along the makeshift path as another wind started to pick up. Ducking back behind the tree, the figure flipped out his throwing knife, the one he always kept by his side, and, with a quick suck of air, spun aroung the tree and threw the knife just as the man kicked at the ground. In the dark night, the only light the moon, the figure saw a faint glint from the silver steel blade, and for that instant, it looked like Death's face itself. The figure saw the man's head jerk to the side as the knife hit it, then saw him crumple to the ground. Giving a short whistle, the figure ran forward, grabbed the knofe from the man's scalp, and continued forward, the other shadows following him as they vanished into the night, dissappearing as quick as they came.
Ni, it was supposed to be flesh, but since the "a" and "s" key are right beside each other, it came out like that.
Chapter Three: DISTURBING CONTENT NOTICE The four shadows stopped running when they came to the clearing. A large mass of people crowded in the small area of cleared out forest, the only open part a 10x 10 square in the center. In this square was a large slab of marble that was four to five feet of the ground. Beside this was a raging bonfire, the light bouncing off the people, showing their skin. Or what was left of it. The people that crowded in this circle looked nothing like the humans they were supposed to be. Their skin was burned and bruised, at least the parts that hadn't been ripped off by the others for their meals. Raw muscle hung from broken limbs, the bloody pieces of tissue still glistening from where they had been bitten or ripped off. Flesh hung in tattered flabs from the bones of the people, their skin bleeding as it was slowly ripped from their bodies. In the square in the middle of the clearing stood a tall man and two shorter ones. Between the shorter ones was a woman, bound with filthy ropes and gagged with rags. The tall man raised his arms, and the people stopped moving about and instantly quieted. Raising his voice so he could be heard, the man started chanting in a gutteral speech, the thick sounds rolling out of his mouth as the addressed the people. "What is he saying?" One of the figures, Trevor, asked another. Tristan furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating, then said, "He's telling them that tonight, they will eat the flesh and drink the blood of the unholy one." "What?!" Demanded another figure, Jake. "They're gonna EAT her?" "It's a test of loyalty," the last figure, Michael, said. "If he," Michael pointed to the tall one, "can get fifty people to participate in this, he will have fulfilled his duty as a priest to Garo'cer." Michael looked back to Jake. "Our duty," he said" is to get her out alive."
Okay, in Chapter Three, the three stars to block out a swear is my fault. I was going to write " A large mass of people" but I didn't press the "m" so it came out "A large (you know) of people." I was not swearing there.
Chapter Four: BLAH BLAH BLAH YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT THE RED THINGS MEAN Three flash grenades flew through the brush, the black cylinders spinning in the air as they fell to the ground. Michael sprinted through the trees just as four white flashes blazed in the night, the whole clearing illuminated as the people howled and screamed. Michael raised his gun, the SCAR-H, and looking down the scope, the tall man in the sight, pulled the trigger. Blood erupted from the man's chest as he was instantly killed. Tristan, Jake, and Trevor charged through after Michael, their own guns blazing in the night as the shot down the two men holding the woman on the rock. They all ran to her, and as they lifted her from the stone, a screech of rage resounded through their bodies. Turning back, they were met by the charging wave of people. They all raised their weapons simultaniously, each one holding down the trigger as they spewed bullets across the oncoming throng. Men and women fell left and right, their chests ripped open or their faces blown off as blood spurted and gushed from open wounds. Bodies heaped left and right as the mob was blown apart and filled with lead. All at once, the whole mass seemed to dissappear, and in its place were dozens of blood-soaked, lifeless bodies. As the five walked away from the massacre, Michael realized that the tall man was gone.
Okay I am stopping there because if I wrote the whole thing like it is I would get banned for making people throw up all over their IPods/IPhones/Computers.