The Unholy Book Part 1

The Unholy Book
The greatest atrocities are committed by those who wish to perfect the world































A Short Story
-Brady Licht-
Prologue
~~~~~A newspaper blew through the forgotten streets of New York, the buildings rotting, and the sky filled with smog that would have its blackening haze stay for centuries. The world looked as though it had frozen, the cars were parked right in mid traffic as drivers were still gripping steering wheels, and some bodies were even lying by an old hot dog stand that had crashed down on them.
The newspaper stooped from the breeze, the date read December 25, 2043. An old war-worn hand reached and pulled it from the blurry brown muck. He was one of the very few left in the rotting gloomy city
“Damn it, nothing good these days”
“Never was” said an unknown voice behind him, with the kind of voice that made the wolfs, bears, and Satan worshiping cretins of this world hide
“What do you want” the man yelled in response, as he turned around.
The shadowy man had the appearance of a thirty year old man and was over 6 feet tall wearing a tall black cloak. The cloak was strung a hood that shadowed the man’s eyes, all that stuck out was a chin with a faint brown mustache and a large threatening smile. On the back of the hood was a blood red cross, the sign of the new united holy church. In his hand was a sword stained with blood and hilt engraved with the teachings of god.
“I want you to pray” the shadowy man stated as he drew his sword
The old man just spit at him and began to walk away. Before he could finish he was struck through the heart. The old man felt no pain, in fact he fell not regretting anything except that more lives would be wasted easily on his quest for a fulfilling life.
Then the most normal thing happened. The shadow man kneeled down and started crying, and praying till it was morning of the next day.
“God forgive me, he did not want to live a holy life with you” he prayed.
He lay down a copy of the new united bible on the dead mans chest and vanished down the road that never forgave. As he left, he knew his mission was the right one.

Part 1 chapter 1
Above the city of New York a space station hovered like a small gloomy star, it walls were rusty and the engines slow. Crudely spray painted on it was a black eye with a dark blue center.
Inside sat twelve men gathered around in an old white bed quarter, they all wore black bullet proof suits, and cracked blue goggles. In the center of all of them sat a tall plump man named Dr.Worth, who was covered in a red beard, and drenched in blackness
“I say we just bomb them” one suggested
“And what would that lead us to?” Dr.Worth said as he scratched his bald head in disbelief.
“Could we try talking to the survivors?” another spoke up.
“Far too risky” claimed Dr.Worth in even more disbelief.
“No, I mean buying them off as mercenaries”
“Oh yes because that worked so well last time with the church” another chuckled. “Thanks to that the church knows of us now.” He grumbled shortly after…
“It’s worth a try” said Dr.Worth after much thought in a depressed mumble
All of them pondered what was wrong with the old man they learned to trust, as the old man pondered why they though he was mad.
And so the stations crew cleaned the ships and refueled their engines. They also sent a signal to the ground base preparing them to get out the landing gear. Over all the station was a buzz, and a wreck, but from dr. worth’s standards they were just working hard in the fast and hurried way he liked. Oddly enough he was the opposite when he was a kid.
yet he also remembered  playing with sticks and rocks in the back yard and playing little war games as grew up and turned into a very intelligent man, not brave but oh very smart.
“If only things were like that now” he said to himself. But he knew they would never be.
“Real war was tougher than the little guns I played with as a kid”. He claimed. When he was little he never knew the pain of losing something, but now he knew that he neglected the most important things in life, his daughter, son and his wife, all of them dead except his selfish son, that some how reminded him of himself. At 14 he ran away to join the church, and never came back. Dr.Worth didn’t even know if his son was alive but if some where out there he would, hug him ands never let go.


         And so the large black cone shaped pods landed in a remote baseball field in New York City. As they landed smoke flew from the cooling engines and Dr.Worth walked out, as 12 body guards with machine guns and one sniper stepped in front of him.
“Well here we are worth”
“Wonderful” mumbled dr. worth. It had been a long time sense he touched solid ground
“Secure the perimeter” yelled a guard, as 12 men ran out into the fog, with a displeased look and fear in their eyes.
Many gun shots blasted out through the fog, as only 11 walked back to their master .one man came back in a sack that was dripping blood out the bottom.
“This is not the way it should be” claimed a guard, but dr. worth paid no attention.
He gazed on through his men to the rotting buildings and muck. He hated this ruined world.
“Oh when this world cleans up its act” he mumbled to himself. Walking through the city felt odd for most of his men, who were already saddened by their comrade’s death, normally they would have burned the body so the survivalists wouldn’t come and take his body for meat. And yes they were that desperate. They were a pitiful race who wanted nothing more than for things to go back to normal. They were getting separated now because the church had been picking off their men, and those who did surrender were just suited up in robes to go and convert more worshipers of the churches twisted plans. Dr. Worth and his guards wanted just to stay out of the churches reach and just have the war are over.  All they really wanted was the earth to be cleaned out for a whole new generation of people who would have no religion and would live forever in good health.


They then set out along a road with and old rotting sign stating that it was 5th ave. The garbage was horrible as they marched through heaps of discarded jugs and cans towards the old survivor’s watchmen in the city.
Over all it was pitiful, all they had were two men with small air pistols. They were dressed in rags of old coats and sweatpants. They wore a look of disbelief and fear as the men in black suits walked right up to them.
“Who are you”? One asked as though he never seen another person. He was probably about 16 by the looks of it and had never even shot his gun. His hands were shaking and he looked like he was about to piss his pants, wouldn’t matter any ways thought dr. worth.


Miles away I walked through the city of despair. The man I killed earlier was an innocent man; in fact I myself was once like that before the church picked me up in their warm embrace, before my father was taken away by the church to the Vatican. Never saw him again
I looked around at their frozen bodies. Green powder still rested upon their faces and bodies. I was glad at my handy work. When the church ordered us to spray the s.v.p onto the city, I was more than glad to. Now I have to work with the only the conversion group. Before I worked with the soldiers of the third day, now that was serving god.
I always wondered why some chose to die. I was always amazed at their bravery but with that came stupidity. Did they honestly think they were doing the right thing? Of course the church knew it was doing the right thing.
I walked on through the streets of New York and stopped to steal a rotting hot dog form an even more rotting vender. I always thought it was awkward walking through the city, where the world was frozen in silence…
A shot ran of across the city.  I stopped and crouched down in case the attackers were close by.
I hoped it wasn’t, guns always beet swords, no matter what the church said.
I got up and continued chewing on the hot dog. Sometimes I went on missions to the city only for the food; all they served at the monastery was wine and bread for every meal only because it was Father John’s favorite meal.
The father was a very religious man; he was pudgy with a small red nose, and a great big laugh. He always wore white robes so he was noticeable across the entire dining hall. He commanded one of many monasteries through out the north east of the divided states of America.
To Nate he was as close to a father he had. John taught him to enjoy life.
For it was not made to be understood, it was made to do
So go and do,
Do all the wonderful things you can in life
Because if you know why things happen,
Well…
Then it wouldn’t be fun
The father was a keeper of a small section of the holy book, his section contained how to make an enhanced version of the serpent virus, which was capable of killing every thing where it stood for miles around, soon after the viruses effect would die out and it would become safe for people to enter the premises.
They already used it more than enough times on the city of New York. They were forced to by the mass amounts of people and solders that wanted to destroy the monastery, but those were in the days when the church only had a small control over a few of the new England states.
A trash can fell over in a thunder. I walked over only to find 2 small eyes looking up at me from a scrawny starving child.
What’s your name, I muttered. The child continued to shiver, and then backed away tripping over his feet. I threw some of my bread in his direction and walked on.
Most of the church at that time would have killed him, but the father taught my group to not question those who could not answer the call.


Dr.Worth’s men turned quickly only to find a small child running towards the last man standing there behind a barricade. Dr.Worth marched over to question them when they yelled.
Don’t kill my son, he begged
“Why should I not?” The man stood giving no answer to his question
You can have me instead he wailed, as he fell to ground dead from a shot to the heart. The boy took off running as soon as his father fell in a bloody mess.
He wept and ran, and ran as he wept into the fog.
Kill him, rang the death sentence of the boy from the doctors mouth.
The boy fell with one bullet to the head. The sniper put down his gun, and smiled at a job well done.
Target eliminated, claimed the sniper. And so they marched on stepping over dead bodies into the fog and empire beyond.

I watched as the boy ran away into the mist and into the direction of more gunshots. I ran and fell on to hard concrete, where I wouldn’t wake till a foot stepping on my chest burst me back into my awakened mind…
Get up, a voice commanded
I stumbled and lifted my self up, to look into a man goggled eyes and red hair.
Who you are, I grumbled
Dr. Worth, and who are you? He questioned.
“Nathan light”
Dr. Worth glared and then said, and now you’re our prisoner of war…

Chapter 2

Through the fog a group of men in chain mail and one wearing a cloak, marched on past heaps of garbage and forgotten bodies. Past buildings of ruin and rot, and through dark alleys with a vile past.
All the men were cautious, after the battle and I, the prisoner was look for a way to escape
“Move” commanded dr. worth after I fell from no food for 2 days at the baser came they set up., “no thanks to you” I thought to my self. The camp I was at was small with two tents, one blue and one black. The blue one was slightly larger than the black with a small eye, painted onto it. The blue was where their leader “Dr.Worth” slept. The black was smaller and contained an object, of which no one in camp knew or would admit to knowing what it contained.
As we got ready to go I was held by two of the men, incase I got out of hand. They packed up the tents and pilled most of the objects onto a pod which were later sent to their “home”, where? Only god would know.
The only thing that was interesting to me was that dr. worth went in and after several minutes came out with a small package, no bigger than a brief case and sent it up in one last pod that was armored and mounted with automatic guns.
After that he brushed off his hands, with a crazed smile, and grabbed an Ak-47 along with some more men, all except the sniper. Along dr. worth’s hip was my sword, given to me as a child by the church as a mandatory object, they told us those 50 years ago children in churches received bibles. All we had was one bible per a monastery. And even then they were torn beyond belief and ruined to the spine on some parts.
And so we got up and marched over hills of garbage till we came to a small dead boy, bleeding out of his skull.
“How could you,” I said in shock.
“What give him a chance to go warn the others?”
“He was just a child.”
“A scout still none the less.”
“You’re wrong…”
Before I knew it I was beat across the head with something sharp. I fell to the ground in pain and then soon passed out. Where soon after two men dragged me on to join the rest of the group, where the cruel man held my sword dipped in blood. My blood.

We walked on after the team’s medic patched up my wounds by tearing off part of my robe. I was grateful at least for that. But I wasn’t going to get any closer to dr. worth. I noticed the medic seemed to be all most ashamed of his leader.
Dr. Worth didn’t look at me for almost a week as we marched through the city. We stopped several times only for food. It was always interesting breaking into an old shop to take what was left in the pantry.
Inside an old fast food restaurant was a dead cashier lying over the table. We ignored it and walked quickly to the back, but as soon as we rounded the corner something jumped into the shadows.
I sat looking at the grate in which it jumped; nothing was there except a few rats. As I did this the other men went into the back and started raiding the place of its food. Some of the men noticed that the majority of the food looked like it had been eaten; also there were wrappers every where form hamburgers and hotdogs.
I tried to ignore it but was not able to…
…Because, to me it looked like a child…
We’ll need to be hurrying up soon, muttered one of the men.
Many days later I was still there marching along with “dark cleansing” as they called themselves. As we went deeper towards this fortress of the cannibals, I began to doubt dr. worth, did he honestly think that they would become organized and civil enough to have a fortress, but I suppose the barricade about 30 miles back was sign of some intelligence. I was still having trouble why he wanted to find it in the first place.
Maybe to build an army to wage war on the church. But that would be a silly notion, because the church already controls the world.
“How farther,” I asked one of the men keeping an eye on me.
A long ways was all he would say.
And so we marched on through the rotting buildings. We stopped and stayed in wrecked hotels, but with no sign of the “survivors” or “cannibals”.
By the end of another week we reached what once was called Quebec. After the book was found it was turned into the world largest open air mine, and then abandoned after many years of work.
The wind blew through the pit as the wind and snow went down in where the wind crashed against the wall causing the wind to drop snow. The pit was so big we couldn’t see across it. It was nearly snow filled half way according to dr. worth, but I couldn’t see how that was possible, because the hole was already down at least 200 feet under sea level. There were massive mine shafts branching off from the sides.
I stood there with mottled snow patches all over my cloak as the wind blew threw the vast canyon. Dr. worth’s beard had so much snow clinging to it he looked like old man winter, well he would have if it weren’t, for the fact he was freezing his ass off, all because he was dressed in a ridiculous bulletproof suit.
All of the other men were the same, and their bald heads didn’t help either. Their goggles though helped (not much) against the wind. After the moment of amazement, dr. worth finally called down a pod so we could set up a tent and get the men some protection from the wind. With the frustration of strong winds we finally got the tent up, only to find out we weren’t let inside.
So I and the men changed into some furs, along with them came the same amount of hiking back-packs. I packed some of my food supplies and my cloak along with a small copy of the standard holy book.
Inside the book contained recipes for medicines and cures for frostbite, among other thing, all made from simple recipes. (Even though some did not work at all)
After gearing up with the men we were sent out to find food for we were running low. We marched maybe a mile or so away from the pit and into an old pine forest. The trees were still green through the winter. The beauty of the woods always was so different than the beauty of the church.
We marched into the evergreen woods as snow fell; squirrels ran by knocking down snow and other debris. I was the one with out a weapon; most of them still had their Uzis along with. The sniper was along with them for hunting purposes.
As we marched deeper into the woods we saw a deer but it was a doe so we left it as it is. I walked over to get my first good glimpse at the sniper.
He was the same age as me, maybe in his 30’s, he was decently short, and with glasses that magnified so he could see long distances. He had a few freckles and he ran fast. He seemed to be in charge of the group, far as I could tell he was about as close to leader as you could get
Whets your name, I asked him
Why does it matter to you he questioned.
Then shortly after standing there for awhile…
…He said his name was dr. nil.
We talked for a few minutes; he said that he used to be sergeant and a vehicle and weapons designer.
“Really?”
“Most of us were,” he said factually
Who, I asked
“Most of the people at the camp.”
Our conversation continued as we and the men walked through woods for what seemed like hours. Then we spotted a buck through the trees. Dr. Nil raised his gun and the sound of a shot echoed through the forest. He missed slightly as the deer went limping away. We chased after it for an hour until the thing died and dragged the body through the forest as the blood slid over leaves and snow.
We emerged out of the forest hours later with our gloves covered in blood. The wind was softer than it had been earlier. And we were proud we gave the forest a red carpet.
Later that night, we sat back at camp huddled around a campfire. Cooking only parts of the deer in a stew mixed with some wild carrots we found in the forest. We though it would be in our best interest to only use small portions of the meat now, so we would have extra rations when we made our decent into Quebec mine.
Me and the men along with d. nil slept out under the stars that night as dr. worth slept amongst his bed under the blue tent.
Though out the night we heard voices from the canyon below that almost sounded happy, and joyous. Although I was sure that what ever reason we were there wasn’t joyous.
We awoke the next morning only to experience the morning cold and wind. I and some other men went back into the forest when the sun was coming up to get fire wood foe the camp. It took us a few hours to get back to camp as we followed the crimson trail on the forest floor.
I and the men who gathered the wood, started the fire and make hot chocolate out of the small powder mixes that were sent down with the pod. The wind was blistering by the time we were done. We packed up the tent and other supplies into one of the black pods
Dr. Worth was up and ready packed in his burly furs that looked like they were made for being warm even if he was frozen alive.
I realized earlier when the retrieval pod came down it also deposited climbing gear (only ropes and ice picks)
And so we tethered our ropes to some nearby boulders. And began our decent

Chapter 3
A rock fell down a hill as a hand came upon it. Soon after Dr. Worth slipped, and caused accordingly.
We hung there on the cliffs wall, as the wind blew up against us, just daring us to fall.
A snap of rope echoed across the canyon. One of our men, screamed as he slipped, fell and scrapped against the canyon walls. We looked down into the oblivion of snow beneath us.
The wind howled as though mocking our fear of falling. I was scared beyond belief at what would lay at the bottom. The monsters and demons waiting for us.

Then through the snow a black tunnel appeared going off to the right. The hole was bordered with rusted metal beams. And a frayed door made of metal bars. The lock was on the ground next to the door as it blew wildly back and forth.
We slid down the hill onto the small ledge near the door, there were large indents into the snow that couldn’t have been more than an hours worth old. I kneeled down examining the lock. There were several rust spots covering it, one of which had rusted through the loop, completely ruining the lock.
We stood there in the snow sniffling from the various colds we had accumulated through the past day.
“Lets go on” dr. worth ordered violently using my sword to prod me into the tunnel first. One of the men mumbled something under their breath but caught them-self’s as dr. nil gave him a quick glance.
The air was musty and cold, as I glanced at the walls which had caved in on certain parts. The tunnel didn’t look much like a mine shaft as we advanced forward.
The snow had slipped down the sides turning the tunnels walls into a large round hole. The men’s eyes darted back and forth as sound of rasping metal and crunching snow Whispered from down the tunnel. As I heard this I began to notice more indentations into the snow.
“Enter and seal your fate” a raspy voice stated
The men pulled up their guns, as the voice disappeared with the wind. The tunnel was now only 3 feet high and dr. worth was nearly crawling.
“Damn it, keep moving” dr. nil commanded amongst the confused soldiers.
We continued through the narrowing tunnel, as it got warmer and darker. The tunnel began to smell like steak, topped with deep barbeque sauce. Of course most things smelled that good when you hadn’t eaten in two days of so.
Apparently other men smelled it too, by the hungry facial expressions. We continued even faster on the tunnel that was now so small every one in the group was crawling.
We started felling things crunch beneath us. They felt to me like sticks, and maybe the occasional rock or two as I talked it over with the men, to them it didn’t matter. As we continued the smell got stronger, and more sticks were in the tunnel.
We began then to start hearing faint erythematic singing.

Brew and bones
Sticks, and stones,
Feed the father
Praise his daughter,
Give him flesh
Fill the mesh,
But no slaughter
Makes his blood hotter,
Than the brew from his daughter…

The rhyme continued on and on as we ignored it, but didn’t ignore the smell. A small red light flickered on ahead. I grabbed a hand full of sticks and used them to pull me through a final stretch. My eyes peered through the darkness into a small room with a lump of clothing on the floor.
Hello dr. worth said behind me, to the little, pile. I didn’t realize what he was doing until the mass of flesh turned around. It was a little girl cradling a skull, with bits of meat and flesh stuffed into it. A small withered tendon was the only thing holding the jaw in place.
Father who are those people she whispered to the skull.
I stood there watching her as I realized what was causing the smell. In a corner a small pot was above a fire place, bubbling with blood an eye ball along with finger bones floated to the top. The floor of the small cavern was littered with bones. Bones…          Bones not sticks…                          in my hand I grasped three small rib bones probably from a child, which I used to shovel my why through the tunnel.
What daddy?
You say they should go
Ok...
I make them go
The child set the skull down kissing it on the head, as she ran at us with tears in her eyes. She climbed into the tunnel, as I kicked at the men behind me who didn’t know what was happening.
“Go, you retard”. I screamed
They didn’t move as I tried to shuffle back as the little girl was only five feet from me. She cradled a bit at my hands, as a wailed to god. The final time she tried to bite my face, but I stopped her as my hands flew up and caught her around the neck. I forced my hand together and crunch the cannibal’s neck. The girl’s body crept crawling towards us as the maimed head fell down. And dragged into the snow. It took the body a few more minutes too realize it was dead. It fell there in the tunnel, with its glossy eyes sliding into the back of the head, and so a prayed, I prayed for the girl, I prayed for the church, I prayed for forgiveness, and I prayed most of all, the girl could be in heaven there along with her father.

But forgiveness is for fairy tails but so many people years ago would have called it a wild dream. But too the people living in it, it was only a nightmare…
A nightmare that you never woke from…

Chapter 4
We slept through out the night near the tunnel entrance. We awoke to feast on old saltine crackers, turned stale from years of aging. I sat huddled in corner thinking about last night. As I look back on it now I realize why I killed the girl, she was a cannibal who most likely would have killed more, by luring them in with the sweet smell of food. The thing was, it wasn’t food, and it was the last person who wandered in there. I turned to look at a sleepy dr. nil
Going good? Dr. Nil mumbled still with his yes closed.
Ok, I suppose
Good your going to need it, he stated as his eyes opened into the dim light that poured through the slits in the metal gate that swung with the wind.
Why?
Were heading down the rest of the way.
Surly not to look at more caves and tunnels.
Unfortunately yes, dr. nil said. As he said this I looked back at him in disbelief. Dr. Nil then turned and looked out through the gate. I sat there and munched on a few saltine crackers, till every one else woke up.
We walked out onto the ledge, with the wind starting to become more violent.
Lets move down, dr. nil yelled through the wind. We secured our ropes and descended.
Climbing isn’t a bad thing; if any thing it helps you think and rest. As I climbed I thought about many things but mostly I thought about the book.
The history of the book begins with the ancient Mayans, a civilization far more advanced than another at its time. Many people wondered why they flourished so well for a long time, until we found the book. The book was made by the Mayans early on. They found ways to treat nearly any disease by mixing various ingredients together. The Mayans collected the cures, on scroll. Only priests and other high class people knew about the book.
The pages and scrolls were used by the priests to manipulate the population of people, by tricking them into thinking they were healers, and could control powerful magic.
The flaw in this system was that the plants and ingredients were easy to get, so the priests had to keep it a secret forever or the people would question their authority.
By the time Cortez came over word had already begun to slowly go through the city of the priests, “magic”. This created a civil war which allowed Cortez to conquer the Aztecs. Before the scrolls were destroyed a lone priest ran away with them and eventually was captured by Spanish soldiers. The priest was soon taken to a Spanish mission in the new world. The priest was then converted to their religion as the Spanish put a cross, the churches seal, on all the documents, claiming it as propriety of the church .the monks never read it, and ignored completely. After many years later the scrolls were stored down in basement of the mission, and were then forgotten. Then in the year 2014, a historian, named Kramer Johnson, discovered what the documents contained.

I suppose the Mayans got something right. They predicted the world would end in the year 2014, and for many it did.
As soon as it was found, it was released to the press before anyone in the government could stop them. A month later the government took it away. As they did this, Christian churches across the world argued that it was their propriety. The government denied them the right to have it, thus infuriating the church. The churches wanted it so badly that they banned together and formed a protest group, called the new united church. The new church used every nonviolent way to take the book out of government hands, but they never succeeded. The government even went against the first amendment and closed down churches and began to monitor churches and kill people, who talked of taking the book. They soon became so desperate that they started turning to using violent attacks, it wasn’t bad to begin with but when it started it didn’t stop and that’s when, the war began.
As this went on a group of n.a.s.a. engineers snuck away to the recently built space station. They hid from the war, and because of it began to go crazy.
They became so sick of the war, they were ready to kill thousands of people, just to renew the earth, and so they did. They made routine trips down to earth to pick up supplies, as they did this they gathered parts for bombs, which they made up in the station. They sat there launching bombs once in awhile on heavily populated area. Years after doing this they tried talking the church into stopping the war, which informed the whole world of their existence. The church lost interest in this third group in the war, they focused their efforts on the survivors of the war, which had slowly begun to form, organized groups. The church found small bases but they never found enough proof to confirm they were actually organized and civilized, over awhile most of the survivalists turned into cannibals, the ones who didn’t , ran away and lived in old buildings, or so the church thought, the dark cleansing new about their existence for a long time. They picked up large amounts of heat coming from a large mine up in Canada, thus leading them towards the hidden city.

Are you all right? Dr. Nil shouted through the wind.
Yes!
We had just reached the bottom as the wind had begun to lose it power.
Although I had warm fur gloves my hands were still purple as I pulled off my gloves.
Up ahead of us was a tunnel that also had foot prints leading inside. Was this like the last tunnel with the girl?
We entered in with caution, as I glanced at the ground this one must have had thousands of foot prints. It didn’t seem possible that the church would be up this far.
Look at the foot prints, dr. worth said to him. They really are here after all.
No duh, I muttered under my breath.
We marched on through the tunnel, and again the tunnel narrowed, though this time light shined at the other end. We came into a giant tunnel, the ceiling at least a hundred feet high
To both sides were what appeared to be houses built into the walls, the houses dug into the sides like miniature caves each though had dug out holes which I thought to be windows? There were stair cases made of snow that lead to ledges that had more houses, these layers of houses continued probably for about 9 levels total.

Missing stuff, possibly on moms comp.
Out of the houses emerged people of all sizes, shapes, and decent. Most wore fur clothing and large jackets. Some came with rods of rusted metal, that all were clearly sharpened to the point.
Some people were already out side but as soon as we stepped in they all came to look at the strange arrivals, us.
They glared at us threateningly which made us feel as though we weren’t supposed to be there, which we weren’t. They marched at us in a swarm of what appeared to be their soldiers. Dr. Worth shoved us aside and stepped out in front of our group
         We mean no harm” dr. worth said proudly. They just stood there and grunted, and if anything raised their weapons a little higher.
         May we speak with your leader? Dr. Worth asked
They stared back at him in confusion.
         A word was soon after muttered under one of their breaths, “pit”. The whole group of them then mumbled and argued amongst themselves in a hushed whisper.
         What are they saying dr. Nil asked dr. worth
         How the hell I am supposed to know, he responded
By now the people, if you could call them that, had their spears to our throats. 
         I felt an arm on my neck then, and unfortunately I was right. I looked around to find a large man, probably Native American from the looks of it. I tried to get away from him but his grip remained tight. Soon after the others in my group were captured by these strange people and along with me we dragged through the city.
         As this occurred more and more people by the thousands followed us and watched. The men dragged us near one of the holes in the cave's wall, and descended into it, I looked ahead and I saw no end, just then I realized how massive this place truly was, as we descended deeper into the snowy tunnel, the people thinned and the walls were becoming less worn, this path looked like it had hardly every been used.
         One of the few rooms that we passed by was unlike the others. This room was massive and contained so many types of weapons I couldn’t count, from the look of it they had enough for almost every one in the city, and this pile of weapons included every thing from a church sword to grenades from world war two. The weapons were neatly sorted, and dusted, which shocked me because from the looks of it no had been in this room for a while.
I scanned the room further as we walked by and found no more helpful hints, but towards one corner was a strange machine , that looked like a 21st century car factory machine, but in stead of cars the thing was putting together was appeared to be a type of metal spear, coming out of the central hub of this machine were several cabled that led in different directions, one of which was connected to a strange bow like machine, this machine was roughly 3 feet by three feet in a perfect cube, but coming out of it were pipes that just led into the ceiling.
         Out of one of the walls was a conveyer belt caring what appeared to be a mix of copper. These trays of melted copper move d along the conveyor belt which reached the large machine in the center (that I spoke of earlier) as this machines presses slammed down on to the melted copper, steam rose from the machine, what came out of the other side the metal bars that were rapped in rubber on the center, which appeared to be handles. Also on the rod was a cable that came out that was clearly retractable. On the end of the cables was and plug in, which was meant to plug into an out let. As the excess assembly took place in another room, but the final product came out on a conveyor belt which was dropping the spears into a pile
         These metal rods could clearly be able to plug into the machine but what it did I had no idea. As we traveled out of site of the room I noticed one of the guards was carrying the mysterious rod.
         We marched for about ten more minutes before reaching a room covered with bars at the entrance and what seemed to be guards on both sides of the door, and who would have guessed, it was a jail cell. And so the men grabbed us and threw us into the cell.
         From my estimations the room was about 13 by 5 feet wide and about 8 feet tall, it was icy and dark. In the cell there was almost no lighting except from the door window. The door was made of copper just like the rods.
         My captors and I whom were captured were all in this cell which didn’t help Dr. Worth's temper.
         Will all you bloody cannibals get some common sense and get me out of here, shouted dr. worth. He shook the bars and rattled them till the guards came into the room. One lunged at him and stabbed him with the blunt of the rod. As the end touched dr. worth; a spark flew from the end and Dr. Worth jolted back a foot. We stayed there for at least 6 months and rotted in that cell. The ice was harsh and they fed us little. But there were still worse in the world than us so I sat and prayed.

Chapter 5
Cold …
That’s all there was, just cold
         That’s all there was for the months I was in there, I learned some truths. First of all god can help but sometimes he doesn’t, second if god says do not kill does that count for religious purposes. And finally in the greatest war ever, whose side will god take the people who would die for him, ones who accept all and offer them safety, or the ones who wanted all weapons of the world destroyed. All sides wanted what they thought was best, but who was right?

         These questions I pondered for many months, and then finally, near the end I was released. The months were hard, and cold, but only I was released at the end of the months. I was called by a guard that some one wanted to see me, and was of high respect.
         I left the cell with guards at my side, I looked back to see my “friends” looks. They were all looking down to the ground waiting to get out. I never saw if they did or not, as I never came back to the cell.
         We traveled down the dimly lit hallway for several minutes before coming to the mysterious room, with the weapons again. I still had no idea, what the machine did but, I described it to another one of dr. worth’s body guards, called Marcus Fitz, he was a short man, with a large laugh, recently, from being in the cage, he had grown a large beard. We talked it over for a while and we came up with the solution that the box was a type of fuel cell that was running off melted water in the caves but otherwise, we had no idea.
         We finished passing by the room and kept walking for a longtime till we came to the central area, with its many stepped and jumbled buildings running up the sides of the cave, in front of us, standing there in a mist of people, was the most rugged vehicle, you could imagine, at the front, of this train shaped, vehicle was a rugged tank, with the paint wearing off all around it, and its crudely, added, metal spikes to the tank tracks. Behind the crude tank was what appeared to be a giant sled, with a covering on top, made out of some could bed sheets and metal poles, behind this cart was two more of the same type of design, and on top of the tank stood a man. the man standing in front of the crowd on top of the tank was, very tall with ragged curly hair, the man was wearing a  thick coat covered in grease stains with wrenches and bolds coming out of one pocket. In the other pocket, were about 12 shot gun shells, in the man's hand he carried the shot gun that went with the shells. The crowd in front of him treated him like a celebrity. They swarmed around him patting him on the back and praising him, like a war veteran, who saved thousands of citizens, which was what he was. Out of the back of the sleds, came people, wrapped in very little clothes, and in poor conditions
          My prison and I guards came over to this strange man, and handed me off to him. As we came over he ran and jumped of the tank and landed in front of us.
         Ah here’s the churchie, I’ve been hearing about the man said as he looked at me with a smug and curious face.
         The guard looked over at me and said this is scoot; he’s the city’s best mechanic.
         And the only, scoot continued
          Soon after he looked left and right and whispered, come with me.
         He strode away, still holding the shotgun. We followed, as quickly as we could. We were walking for about an hour through the central area till we came to a stair case made of snow and ascended up it to the second level of buildings, which we also made of snow. We walked into one of the homes that looked a little more lavish. Scoot looked around to see if anybody was watching, but they were distracted by the new people that came in the sleds, and then signaled for us to go in. I stepped towards the open hole of a door and emerged in a room, with blankets hanging from the walls. The room was about an average sized apartment, and had many homey features, such as a bed, a desk, rugs, and a small hole in the ice that was used as a fridge. Although in the mix of all the items in the room was a table with a map spread over it of North America. The map had diagrams and symbols, of which I noticed the Icon of church. Also blue lines were drawn to the crosses from Quebec. At the end of these lines reaching the crosses, were large X marks.
         Scoot noticed me glancing at the book and said, “Ah you seem to have found the reason why we’re here.” We stepped over to the map on the table and began discussing.
         “In case you haven’t guessed, this map shows where we have been attacking the church’s bases.”
         “But why are you attacking them in the first place?” I asked, being very puzzled at the time.
         “Isn’t it obvious?” he said with a knowing expression. “We’re saving the captives.”

Part 2

We prepared for war over those weeks, Scoot and I set to figuring out how to attack the church’s base. We planned thousands of different paths, and we also had the job of organizing a military. We took this job to a new friend who was part of the dark cleansing, and Dr.Worth’s little group.

His name was Marcus Fitz. He and I spent a lot of time in the cell here, and I got to knew him better. We selected him for the job, because he probably had more experience than most of the people here. He had served for awhile in the late portion of the war in Iraq. Soon after he became fed up with war, and had worked in NASA, where he, along with of the other scientists there, we swept up with the idea of escaping to a secret base they were planning. That and he weren’t completely crazy like the other dark cleansing, and the majority of the survivalists down there.

Scoot was working on the vehicles today. He was planning to build some type of weaponry, out of the raw materials here at Quebec. It was an old mine after all.

“How’s it going?” I yelled to him as I walked over to help.
“Fine”
“Need any help?” I asked