The Unholy Book Part 2

“Sure, grab a wrench and come over here.” I approached the large machine, made out of crude metal. It was clearly some type of cannon.
“What is it?” I asked as I grabbed a wrench off of a nearby table.
“Oh, just a small war machine.”
“Well, what does it do?”
“Actually, I’m going to need your help for that part, but if you must know now, it’s a chemical launcher.”
“What?” I asked, almost fainting.
“Ah, I see you know what that is.”
“But only the church knows the chemicals.”
“Exactly” he said. And then I realized what that meant.
You want me to make…
Well you do have the book don’t you?” I reached down and felt the books cover
Fine I said
Great” he responded, and then added” what do ya have in mind?
Oh lets just leave it as, I have a pretty good memory of the serpent virus” And right then an alarm sounded. The church was here. It was go time. Scoot started shouting orders at the old survivalists.
“People move it, all the men able to fight, follow me into the armory.
“All the children, women, and crippled get indoors. There must have been millions of men shoving down small hallways, all trying to get their weapons.
         It was defiantly a spectacle to behold. Thousands of poor rag tagged refugees, armed with what ever they could find. There were men with muskets, rocket launchers, swords, spears, machine guns, pistols, crossbows, shields, and all of them also had one of the shock spears. Me, I had my sword one of the shock spears, and for good measure I also had a pistol at my side. I will admit it was a little unwieldy holding a sword in one hand and a spear in the other, but I would be ok.
I wish I could have said the same for the men. They were using all sorts of weapons, each of them with probably little or no training. I could not deny it; they were no match for the church.
“We give you one chance” said a male voice over a loud speaker “join us or die” and then a yell erupted from the crowd that could have destroyed nations. These men were ready to die for their freedom, these men were ready to die for their family, these men were going to die for the hope that man kind would live on, the hope that I now believed could win.
We ran up through the vent and secret passage ways to the surface. We ran with a fury. We reached the top in almost no time. And there they stood. The church. Dressed, in black, just like me, they were fighting for god, and we were fighting, for our lives

The shots began, howling like wolves into the wind. This would be the beginning of the battle for the Plains of Abraham. This battle field has been littered with many conflicts, all the way back to the days of the revolution. Not that there ever was a revolution. All we have to go on are torn books that, for the most part, were false according to the church.
         I almost wish I would have read those books, but it wouldn’t have mattered for, the church though the text was unholy, and such church matters brought about the burning of books. Well just never know if these legends of battle were true. But how could one fight for the freedom of a nation, when it had no true culture, when it had so many worshipers of false gods.
         God is still there, we just have misunderstood his messages. When he sent the holy book, to earth, it could have been more helpful to the world than the second coming of Jesus. But we wasted it. We killed with it. We are immortal with it. We are beasts. We are beasts of a false god. We are beasts of hell.


The guard spared a glance at the man with the large beard. By now his beard was long, ragged. And unclean. The man had no hope. He gazed at the ground waiting for death to come. The guard walked away. This was the time to escape. This was the time to run.
         And so Dr.Worth did. He walked through the streets without ease. The entire city was full of the poor and down trodden so, a group of hunched over people in fur clothing, went unnoticed. It was dark in the city and people were still out, there were thousands if not more hunched over against the wall weeping. The people slept on the ground, half of them, no doubt freezing. The group of dark cleansers, walked through the masses, shoving then aside, gently at first, but as time passed they became more urgent, shoving people to the ground with enough force to break feeble bones.
A man fell and no doubt broke something. But he did not scream for help. It was so cold he could not feel the pain. He looked like the mass of the crowd, with long greasy hair, broken teeth. The majority of them, were wrapped in quilts blankets, some wore, casual shirts only torn and ragged, and definitely not fit for the conditions.
These people, these refugees, we in hiding, from the church and from the dark cleansing. They didn’t care about how little space was left. They didn’t care about low food amounts. It didn’t matter, to them because anywhere was better than out there.
C'mon men were almost out of this wretched place” Dr.Worth said to his men.
And then well bomb this place to the ground? Said one of his men with blond hair
Why not” dr. worth said almost in a hearty tone. Some after some of the men exchanged glances at each other, just to make sure that they were all thinking that Dr.Worth must have gone crazy from a year or so in that prison.
They continued walking in silence behind dr. worth right up till they crowds thinned out and the exit was ahead. They still were in surprise that the guard was stupid enough to leave the keys right next to the cell. Apparently he though that they were to insane from being stuck in there to even grab the keys. Not only was it easy to get out, but it was only made easier when the city called all guards to assist in helping the refugees, or as the church called them, the old survivalists.
But the men made it, they made it out, they made it back to their monolithic empire that now stood above, the Plains of Abraham, out of sight and hidden.

We charged. All of us. All millions of us. A rocket then came out of nowhere, hurtling towards the massive army of the church. The rocket hit them with a fury, which no medicine, any where could cure. The church never brought any ranged weaponry, so we could easily have just stood there, killing there men.
And then another rocket came from the sky this time. It was not our. It was not the churches. I could not tell who it came from, the sky was so clouded. And then like a knife through butter, came a ship, a large hover, ship of a sort, and crudely painted on the side was an eye. The symbol of cleansing. The symbol of the dark. The symbol of the dark cleansing.
The rocket landed in the middle, causing massive amounts of earth and firefly high up into the sky. Soon after came more and more of the rockets, turning into a hailstorm of them, randomly exploding on either side of the battle field.
And while this occurred, the armies kept moving, they ran through the explosions, more men dying ever second. The explosions were everywhere, one minute I’d be running with a group of 20 men or so, and the next minute they were gone.
I saw the faces of people I had prayed with, and never new their name, be blow to pieces, by our guns, or the dark cleansing.  And that name fit them perfectly right now. They didn’t care who won, they just wanted mass deaths, they had no men on the ground, there was no reason for then to hold back, they let loose so many rockets, you just knew, they didn’t care. But what was the dark cleansing fighting for? What did they hope to gain form this, or was there nothing to gain, was it just for revenge.
And then we met them, our wave of men crashed against their army, they were overcame, by the shear numbers of our group; they came prepared for a small battle, not a war. I ran them through with the spear, saving the sword at my side. The shock spear, hit them with a force, sending electricity through there body, and killing then in the process. Then there in front of me was my old pastor, he took one look at me and, swung his sword, it hit be one the blunt side of the blade, knocking me to the ground. He raised his sword above his head ready send me to where I belonged for disobeying the church.
A shot gun blasted, near by, and the pastor fell to the ground, his body, covered in blood. The blast tore, open his chest, and blew him apart, his was just a complete mess of blood flesh, and black clothing.
“Couldn’t let you have go dyeing there, now could we” said a familiar voice. I turned around to see scoot, holding a shotgun in one hand, and a fist full of shells in the other. He shoved in a few more of the shells, as more of them came, but they were soon stopped when an explosion, landed right in front off scoot and me. Lucky us.
         He stuck out his arm and pulled me up. We weren’t out of the oven just yet. We ran up ahead to find Marcus, mowing them down with a mounted machine gun, next to him was dr. nil picking off guys, who were father away. I have to say they made a good team. Although wasn’t sure how much more, dr. nil could handle of Marcus’s cigar smoke. We joined then at the little hill they were positioned on.  It was a small snow back probably no more than 3 feet high, but it was till good protection. Marcus was completely oblivious, as we came over.  He just stood there, apparently having a jolly old time, with his machine gun, it wasn’t mounted to any thing but, you could still call it mounted, for it was standing on a tripod.
And there we stood, a motley crew, four guys taking on at least a hundred guys coming at us. There was still more of the church stretching both way s on the horizon, along with an avalanche of survivalist, still charging out of the underground city.  Dr. Worth sniping, Marcus gunning the church down, Scoot with his shot gun, and trying to do as much as I could with a pistol.
There we stood, in the mists of a war, over the lives of so many refugees. The church kept coming; swords rose, having almost no hope. Most were killed even before they reached the troops. We were on the western side of the battle field. It was fortunate for us, for the dark cleansing had moved their ship towards the middle of the battle field. We were not seeing as much of the fire from above as we had earlier, but our comrades were taking heavy damage. Once one of the missiles, rockets, bombs, call them what you will, came hurtling down on the men near us.
The explosion was so deafening, and loud, that it nullified even the slightest sound. All across the battlefield, the only noise was barley audible screaming, moaning, gunfire, and swords and weapons crashing. As pain stricken and diseased as our soldiers looked, they fought with a fury in their hearts, they died like heroes, rushing up and fighting shock spear to sword in duels with the enemies. They would run up and run them through, as great as the spears were, they were almost no match for the church’s experienced swords men.
And then I remembered that I was a church still at heart, my sword still at my side looked dull and bored with little use, and there on the hilt was a passage from the bible, it was one I had lived by for ever and there it said “and we know that god causes every thing to work together for the good of those who love god and are called accordingly to his purpose for them”
But god had not worked for me, I had prayed and prayed, and had anything worked together for me? No, it hadn’t. Had anything worked out for those who are dying right now? No. no, and no.
Right then I realized something, the bible was made by lunatics and dead people, the only thing, is right here and right now, this is the time of legends, this is the time of mankind, this is the turning point, this will be recorded by people, this will be worshipped. It was time to fight.
I reached down and felt my sword, last stained with my blood, and not ready to be used. I put one foot on top of the snow drift, and heaved. I lunged in to the air, run and crying, pulling my sword out at the same time. I felt the blade slide out into the  clear, cold air, my blood shimmered of its hilt, not even cleaned by Dr.Worth, the blood had dried, and frozen onto the metal itself, almost becoming part of the blade. Soon more would be added to it.
I kept up the pace with the church’s’ swordsmen. They were confused at first, thinking they were fighting one of their own. But they soon realized, I was not theirs, and so they fought. Their swords parried with mine, every direction I moved, they followed. I fought four swords at once, the two sides ones closing in every second, I made on more swing and leaped to the ground, chest down and waiting.
And then it came. Machine gun bullets flew over head, moving down the church. I was saved. It had worked. My sword wasn’t enough. I was near killed, but it worked. And then a voice called out.
“Get your ass back over here!” yelled Marcus or mark as he reminded me to call him ever so often “Just be glad I didn’t get you instead, you look exactly like one of the bastards!”

Dr. Worth was in front of the ship, gently taking her over the battlefield. He never came here for a war, but if there was an opportunity to get back at both of his enemies, he would see to it. His missiles rained over the battle field. This was only for show though; it really had no affect on them compared to what dr. worth wanted. No, this was only the beginning, as soon as they ran out of these, they had a special weapon in store, one that a certain churchie, had scrawled down in a certain book, written crudely in the pages of his propriety. Dr. Worth though looked through this certain item, trying to see if he knew anything useful to his group, or as he called them the cleansing.
It was such a nicer name he though than, what the spawn of the world called them. The dark cleansing, what a stupid name. It was no more a stupid nickname given by the churches, then the fact that they referred to themselves as the church. The church was always trying to classify people, to rank them and give them names.
Well it would soon be gone, he thought to himself as he chuckled a little bit at the idea. When he remade the world, he would build it out of simpler things. The world would run off of wind, solar, and water power. There would be no need for violence, because there would be no recording of it anywhere. The world would be perfect. No evidence of the past, no gods, no sickness, no wars, no pollution. But the world needed to be cleaned up first. It needed to be cleansed. By death, there was no way it could be done by peace. All traces of the past would be severed. A new beginning for the world, for in order to make peace, war must be made first.

Instead this time I focused on one of them at the time, it wasn’t a fair fight at all though, because as soon as they were open, id lunge in with my spear and electrify them which only left them lying there stunned.
I eventually came back after killing about 3 more of them. Good thing too. There was getting more and more of them. You could see ore coming in the distance on two old ospreys from what Dr.Nil described. They were long and grey, with a propeller on both sides. As they came in over us, they propellers turned horizontal, and began descending.
Fortunately, the dark cleansing saw the air vehicles too, because coming from the sky was another rocket, except this one was different. It looked as though it had a purpose, it knew that it had a mission; this wasn’t just a scatter bomb. This was one was targeting for one of the ospreys coming down closest to us.
Out of the door was a man dressed in black robes from head to toe, just like very other one of the members of the church. Although this one had twelve cylinders, strapped around a belt that was wrapped to his waist tightly. Although his face was most startling, he had a black gas mask over his face, and around his ears and then to the back of his head.
A solider of the third day. That’s what they were. The churches elite. An alchemist. A bomber, a spy, and a murderer. They were known most famously for the deaths in the New York area. They ran through out the city, releasing noxious and poisonous gases into the air. Their training is hard and long, and I should know.
I was one of them once, I helped spread the serpent virus or as they called it back then, S.V.P (serpentine viral poison). I helped make it, me and the rest of the soldiers of the third. I never became a solider of the third day. I did my training though with them during those days in New York where we released it on the city. I’m not proud of what I did or what I became. But now I am on no team, I fight in a war, not knowing whose side I’m on, just joining the team who has need for another solider. It doesn’t matter to me you could say, but all I know is that no matter who wins, there’s going to be great losses.

The osprey’s propellers had turned fully vertical now, as it was beginning to descend. As they did, five ropes appeared from both sides. They fell down not touching the ground, as five soldiers of the third day, began to descend. Just then it exploded into a fiery ball, and pieces flew every where, letting out another defining noise to add to the already defining battle field.
The soldiers barley made it out, there clothes were burning and their skin was starting to smoke from the intense heat. They screamed and wailed and all but one, jumped offs the ropes before the osprey hit the ground. The unfortunate man was crushed burning under the plane; you could only see the hand lying there for a second before the wrecked airship exploded.
Metal shards flew every where at once. Fire and metal. Burns and scars. The shards killed off at least fifteen or so of the church who were unfortunate enough to not get out of the way quick enough. We were probably about 50 feet away from it or so when it exploded. The four soldiers of the third day who did make it out quickly enough were burning and writhing only 10 feet or so beyond the snow drift. They ran towards the snow drift trying to take shelter, but one of the blades of the propeller came hurting toward them and hit the soldier's dead on in the back, sending their bodies and the blade which way now heaved upon them hurtling toward us.
The flying ball of metal and soldiers came soaring at us where upon it impacted the snow. Snow burst over the tope of the drift like a wave. The men came hurtling over the top near landing on my feet. All that was left of them was bits of flesh and what appeared to be the smoldering intestines. Besides that there were burnt strips of cloth, the gas masks and the metal cylinders.
The other osprey was still in the air hovering, not knowing what to do. Instead of landing there it continued on over the battle field looking for a safe place to drop the troops. Also the explosion bought us a few minutes for even those church who had survived, they were badly injured. And for those of them who were even farther back in the line, they were just being held up by what to do, should they help the fallen, or should they continue on.
Most of them just looked around and after a few minutes of pondering, one woman in the church bent over rand began helping one of the swords man whom had taken a blunt part of the osprey to his head, where by now it was swelling up. Soon after the other church members started helping the wounded.
It was odd to see a woman fighting, it was allowed, but most of the time the women in the church stayed at the monasteries and did work for the troops, along with training the children in reading and writing. Although women were beginning to look disregarded in the church, for the majority of them were against violence. They had even started their own group called the sisters of peace but most church officials, denied there existence.
While this went on, my comrades, scoot, Marcus, and Dr.Nil were standing there wondering what were to happen next and from the look on Marcus’s face, he was out of ammo. Scoot on the other hand was smiling a crooked grin that said “Well, that was fun.” Dr.Nil though looked as though this was nothing new to him and he had seen it before, he had stopped sniping at them while they picked up the bodies, but as the osprey came down he kept up his job being completely unaware of the explosion.
The church tended to the dead not bothering with us, which allowed us to get prepared. Marcus went back to the stockade of ammo near by and began refueling. Scoot and dr. nil were pondering over what to do next, and I myself we examining the canisters from the dead soldiers. From the number of notches in the top of the canister, I could tell that each solider had 2 canisters of SVP, and two more canisters of what appeared to be a type of burn spray made from concentrated aloe leaves.
Along with this were two canisters of powdered Einsteinium. This was not a mixture included in the book, but rather a manmade chemical. When the powder was sprayed into the air, it reacted with the high levels of carbon monoxide, to create a exothermic reaction that increased the temperature by about 200 degrees, causing any objects that got in its way, to either start burning or if you wanted to just heat up some meat. And nearby these two canisters there was what appeared to be the same type of chemical, except this one contained more einsteinium, which allowed it to reach temperatures of almost 400 degrees, it acted as almost a type of flame thrower. Now it made sense why they brought burn spray.
The rest of the canisters were full of different materials which had no idea what purpose it served. Along with taking the twelve canisters from each of the soldiers, I also took the four gas masks and handed them over to scoot for safe keeping.
“Fine ill take the wretched things”
Trust me” I said “you never know when you’ll need them” I continued as he shove them in two large cargo pockets on his vest.
What now”? Marcus asked as he finished reloading the machine gun.
I don’t know” I responded as I looked across the battle field as more of the scatter bombs came falling down. They appeared to be running out, for they were sending them out slower now.
“They appear to be almost out” said scoot, apparently thinking the same thing I was.
Dr.Nil just looked at us and then said “do you know what this means?” we all shook are head back and forth. None of us did.
“There not going to let us off that easy” he said in a grim tone
“What do you mean?”
They have been saving up” said Dr.Nil “Dr.Worth always likes putting on a show”
There's more?” said scoot, still trying to comprehend what he just heard.
Also I have a confession to make” said Dr.Nil in even a grimmer tone “we stole your book” he then reached into his fur jacket and pulled out my copy of the unholy book. He then looked down at the ground and kept his head there for awhile and said “and Dr.Worth was working on the s.v.p.” and then added” I’m not sure if he’s got the ingredients yet, all know is he took sent the recipe back to command, so...” by then he turned around and sat down on the snow drift not finishing his sentence.
Scoot was running his hand through his hair, and Marcus stood their looking dumfounded, and then he spoke up.
“So you do also know what he’ll do if he finds out how to make the serpent virus, right?”
“Unfortunately… …yes I do” scoot and I were frustrated, and stunned at the same time. I did not know what to do at the time so I pulled my copy of the unholy book out and looked at the cover.
It was covered in gold leaf on the rims, and dark blue in the center. On the back was the cross. This book, it had been with me my whole life, and it was gone for about two years and I didn’t notice it. I didn’t even think about it until know, but I had wasted over two years on this journey, being away from the church. And it was all because of this stupid book. This stupid holy book. This stupid evil book. This stupid unholy book. And right then I reached down and felt the canister in my pocket.
Its smooth surface, all cold and dull. It was time it needed to be warmed up. My finger ran down around the ring attached to the top. And I felt the book lying beside me. I threw it out. And pulled the ring. The canister flew and landed on the book.
Then there was fire. There was warmth. The book was gone. But only my book was gone. They all needed to be gone. Only one needed to be gone to stop the rest though. The book. The central book. The book of the church. The original. The one that sat there right next to the altar at the capital of the church. It sat there right next to the bible. It was good but it needed to beg gone. It had good intentions. But it was never used. It was the Lucifer of books.
“Guys I know what we need to do” they looked at me as though was crazy “we need to destroy the book” now they looked at 'em as though I was even crazier.
“Do know how hard that would be” Dr.Nil said being the logical one at the time.
“We need to” I claimed “or Dr.Worth is going to get it, there are secrets of the book that the church hasn’t decoded yet. They’ve only scratched the surface of the book” “the Mayans died out for a reason, that book is too powerful”
Not only in order to do that would we need a massive army, but wed also need somebody crazy enough to command that army” said scoot, doubting what I had just told them
“How bout if it only a couple of people, we don’t need to go in there and kill them all, all we need to do it destroy the book” I said and that’s when Marcus grinned. It was a wicked grin, but it said what he was thinking.
“We could do it”
“I’m in”
“I’m in”
“I’m in I guess” and then there was only one more person who needed convincing. He looked around at us and then finally stated
“Ok, but you have to stop calling me Dr.Nil”
“Fine but what shall we call you?”
“Koda…”

Part 2 chapter 2

More bombs dropped. More blood was shed. More screams were heard. More and more we wanted out. More and more we weren’t allowed. We were trapped in a war for the freedom and lives of the homeless, the poor, the down trodden, the refugees. The survivors.
The church was giving up hope on those killed in the crash. It was hopeless, the troops were good as dead and the swordsmen were getting restless. They were shoving and pushing there way up to the front. Most of the churches in the front were trying to hold them back. But many were pushing through. They would run up and notice that nobody else was charging, and then they would slowly retreat back to the crowd yelling for more to go forward.
“C’mon men, leave the wounded behind, let’s go forward, follow me for god.” Yelled one of the men who were coming forward and then retreating.
“Zack, get back here and help.” Said the woman who was kneeling down over one of the wounded members of the church “let the sinners be, they can wait for now”
“Fine” he then walked back towards the crowd; and began helping her out with the man. Who was this woman I though to myself, I had never heard of a woman who had power of the men of the church, there was no one I know of, none of the high authorities were women. I looked back to see what Marcus and the rest of us were thinking. I looked around and saw that Marcus was sitting and telling a joke to scoot and Koda.
“If you put one hundred of those bloody churches and a gay guy in one spot what would happen… ” Marcus said with a grin on his face, you could always tell he loved telling joke but he never laughed at his own jokes, not even once. That was what made them so funny. He told us so many jokes during those months of preparing for war that I couldn’t even count how many time he lightened up our lives. I wonder why a man like him would join the dark cleaning. He was everything they were not. He was funny, easily distracted, and content with life. The cleansing hated how things were, they were focused and strict.
He continued on with the joke but I soon lost interest. The man who was helping the woman was now standing up and complaining again.
“Come on ivy, there over there just waiting for us” as the man said this he motion his body towards us. I wasn’t sure if he noticed I was watching them or not but he finished his sentence anyways “there’s even one of our own men over there, I should go over there and strike him to the ground now”
“don’t make a fool of yourself Zack” she said and then sighed “but I do suppose you’re right…” she turned and looked over at a few of the other people helping her out “take these men to the back line, I think there’s a medic there with the medicines we need” the men said a few words and marched of dragging the injured behind them.
She put one foot forward and stood up said “let’s fight”. And as soon as she said that, all of the men behind her started pushing and shoving there way forwards as they also drew their swords. As this happened Marcus was reaching the climax of his joke.
“ and by that time the church would be screaming for help from the one gay in their…” and then he was cut of by the church running towards us swords drawn, and their voices screaming curses and encourage meant to their allies.
Marcus turned around quickly and reached for the turret as scoot and Koda picked up their weapons and began firing. Marcus’s hand reached the handle of the mounted machine gun and the bullets began to fly. He had that same grin on his face as when he was telling the joke. He apparently liked fighting as much as he did telling jokes. I on the other hand took up with my pistol and began firing rounds.
The church just kept falling, hoping that god would save them. God never did. The bullets flew into their hearts and organs as blood poured from the wounds. I almost took pity on them. They had no hopes of reaching us. Although they didn’t care. They thought they were dying for a good cause. They thought they were going to heaven. Truth is that they were going strait to hell.

They ran. We shot. We fought. We killed. I never enjoyed. But it was my life or theirs, and I don’t plan to be dying any time soon. Many of them ran up. But one of them, the woman came up on my side, trying to flank us. My comrades were focused on other targets, but how could I bring my self to kill her. I was one of them. A church. I still liked god. I could hardly bring myself to kill a church, let alone a woman
She noticed I was looking at her, and she must have realized she couldn’t sneak up on me now. She ran with her sword drawn, about to charge. She looked at me with a heart of hatred, but yet also pity and curiosity in the back of her eyes. I hated to do it, but I raised my pistol and she cringed as she ran. She faced her head towards me though, ready to face death. She was tall, and seemed to be a few years younger than me.
I have to admit that she was beautiful. She had long flowing hair, green eyes, and a thin face, with light sandy blond hair. Her cross symbol on her hood was stitched in perfectly; hers was almost a deep green shade with a single thread of olive going down the middle in vine like pattern. Ivy that was the color. That was her name. She moved with a sort of feline grace as she ran the cloak flowing around her rippling as she ran. She raised her sword, which was lighter than mine, and it was only one sided instead of two.
I snapped back into the moment there realizing she was a threat, but I wanted to know more about her, this mysterious woman who had risen up power in the church. But she still came at me with her sword raised, ready to kill me. She was willing to take my life. My life was on the line. But I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it. But it was life or death. So I shot.
The shot never reached the heart, instead it hit in the outside of her right leg. She fell to the ground crying, screaming curses towards me, and for a moment I felt sorry. I was sorry I had to kill her. But there were more and I couldn’t stop.
Marcus continued firing round after round upon the massive army of the church, and with every second you could see them making more ground. The bodies were so high now. That some of the church were using them as barricades. They kept coming over the dead bodies raging towards us. They all were completely focused, determined on what their course of action was. And then. And then. And then they stopped, looking up into the sky.
The dark cleansing ship was now so clearly visible you would have though that it was only a hundred or so miles away. The latches of two massive white doors were opening. Each latch unbolting itself until there was only one latch left. It hung there for a second as though it was almost regretting what it was about to do. But the latch came undone and the two doors swung open loosely letting its contents drop out.
At first I only saw the tip of it emerge and then more and more of its long slender body falling out of the doors towards the earth. This was bigger than all the others; it was driven for a course strait towards the ground. The soldiers underneath it were scrabbling to get out of its way.
But they were soon struck by the bomb. And then I realized what Dr.Nil and Marcus said “they have been saving up…; Dr.Worth always likes putting on a show… ” the bomb had hit the ground and out came out what I feared “so you do also know what he’ll do if he finds out how to make the serpent virus, right?” I stood there dumfounded for a second watching the bomb explode upon thousands and then soon I was paralyzed in fright as out came the death of us all. I was about to feel what it was like to die like all those I killed in New York City
“Get on the gas masks” I yelled in a panicked voice. Scoot erupted in search for the gas masks we had pocketed earlier. He pulled out everything, from baked snacks to grenades, throwing them on the ground before he reached what he was trying to find. He pulled out the five gas masks and with shaky hand gave them to us. We struggled to put the on, even though they were very simple. But we managed to get them on, securing them tightly over our faces. Marcus was breathing heavily through his, trying to get some breath as he was panicking too. The only one who wasn’t was Koda. He seemed to know this was going to happen, but I do suppose he helped dr. worth get the recipe.
The woman was still struggling and crying on the ground, now praying to god to save her, she was regretting everything. She cried and forgave, but mostly praying for god, hoping there was one, and how could he let it go. Tears ran down her face, mixing with the snow.
“God... where are you… ”
“I’m sorry, I never believed… ”
“Just let me live and ill make it up… ”
“God, why do not answer… ”
“I didn’t mean it… ”
“I mean I’m just sorry for my little brother… ”
“God just don’t… ”
“Please, please, please…”
The prayers turned into sobbing, and I knew what I had to do. The cloud of s.v.p. was approaching at unbelievable speeds; it would no doubt be here in a few seconds. I reached over and took the last gas mask, none of my “friends” ever objected, although I thin they would have if they new what I was going to do. I ran over to her, leaping and bounding, for every second now mattered.
I hit the ground running right in front of her. Snow was in my face but I stumbled to get up and grab the mask which now lay a few feet away. I grabbed my hands and forced the mask over her face.
She clearly didn’t care. She just let me slide it over. I have no doubt that she would be completely confused if it weren’t for the fact that she was already giving her last words, her eyes were shut, her lips were slowly moving trying to make out words from the crying. I thought I almost heard a thank you mumbled in there somewhere. There were no words to describe what happened next but ill try my best.
She looked up me as though I was some type of angel, ready to take her to heaven and remover from earth. Suddenly a blast of green smoke flew over both our faces, completely fogging all of our vision. And I then everything went from green to black.

Part 2 chapter 3

Am I dead. No, I can think. I can feel my body. Well I can’t feel it. It’s somewhere, just not in my control. It’s a weird feeling. It’s like sleeping, except I know what happened. I think I might have fainted. But if I fainted wouldn’t I be awake now. But wait. Look. There is light. Maybe if I go towards the light. Huh. My arm feels weighed down. And I think I’m covered in something. Something burying me. Air is getting low. Push. Push. Push. My arm broke out. Ah. It feels good. The air on my skin. Every breeze rippling through the hairs on my arm. Pull. Pull. Pull. Out. Out. Freedom. Breath. Breath. You’re alive.
I pulled my self out of the pile of snow, dirt, gravel, and green powder. I stood there for a moment, with my feet a few feet under the mixture. Resting, after the blast. I had no idea how much time had passed since I the blast. Then I remembered the girl, and sad to say I searched for her before my comrades, thinking that they would have survived, but she would have that leg injury and she probably wouldn’t be able to get out by her own, not to mention it might get infected from the s.v.p. I had no idea what it would do to an open wound.
I bent over and began rooting through the dirty snow. I was feeling around not finding anything until I went back to where I pulled myself out. I started searching there and as soon as I stuck my hand into the snow, I felt something. I felt something hard and rubbery. The mask. I began digging furiously completely engrossed into the strain of pulling her out. By time I had uncovered enough of her face I pulled of the mask and there was her face.
I was bruised now with scares crisscrossing every where. Her eyes were completely and lightly closed. I reached my hand down to brush the hairs of her face, but I quickly dismissed the idea at once. Instead I kept digging away with my hands, thankfully covered in gloves, pulling away more and more snow each time. He arms were bruised just like her face. Her body long and slender was wedged into the snow into almost a vertical position. After awhile she was out enough that I was able to just grab her by the shoulders and pull her out.
I was almost surprised by how thickly the snow was packed around her. By time I had pulled her out of the snow there was a perfect human shaped indent in the snow where I pulled her out. She seemed safe for now, I thought to myself, that is till she wakes up and ties to kill me. And just then I remembered about the wound on her leg. Still, I deemed it not proper to go cleaning up her wound, when for all I know, my friends were dead.
As much as they irritated me at times, they were my friends, and I had to stick by them. Huh, I never really had friends up until now. Mostly I never had a chance in the church, I mean I hung out with a few kids and disliked another kids but, they weren’t there when I needed them or anything to that effect. Well, I better get digging, don’t want to loose them now, after all we all survived through this battle, and if that doesn’t make us friends in some way I don’t know what would.
I began rooting around for them to. I searched the area, but almost nothing was recognizable after the blast. The blast. Where was the dark cleansing? There weren’t visible now but who knows how long I was out, and for that matter, they would have left probably soon any ways. As I looked out looking for any one else, but of course I saw no one.
Even if they did survive the explosion, the gas would surly have killed them. But the gas was gone now, for my mask was off and I wasn’t dead yet. Most of the s.v.p. appeared to be mixed in with the snow. The green splotches were rare but they were there, just waiting for someone to breathe them in.
After examining the s.v.p. for a few more minutes, I got back to work looking for my friends. I was walking over what would have been where the currently not visible osprey crashed, when I stubble dove a something rubbery and metal.
“Ow, next time don’t go stepping on my face” said scoot, laying there in the ground with only his the tip of his mask visible.
“Scoot is that you?” I said puzzled.
“No I’m girl you saved, of course it’s me”
“By the way, who the hell was that?” he asked and then grinned “someone you used to know I’m guessing”
“No, I mean, of course not”
“Well then why did you save her?”
“We had an extra gas mask”
“C’mon, there’s more of a reason than that”
“hell, I don’t even know why I did, it” and then I continued in my mind except for eh fact that I was sorry for her, she’s part of the church, and countless other things”
“Well, it’s none of my business any way, just get me up and out of this hell hole”. I kneeled down and began to dig his way out. After an half an hour of digging, I finally managed to get him out. He got out much easier that me because most of his body was curled up in a fetal position.
He stood up, stretching his muscles, trying to get out of his body again.
“How long have I been out?” he asked
“if I knew I would have told you” I said back to him in almost a happy mood, by now I was feeling better, my hands and face were no doubt scarred and scratched, but at least I survived the blast.
“Did you see where the others are” scoot asked
“No, you?”
“No” scoot replied. He swiped some of the snow of his hands and began walking around with me looking for Koda, and Marcus. We were walking along swiping into the snow with our feet when I herd, some groaning. It was the girl. She was up.
I ran over to find out how she was. She looked completely confused. She apparently heard foot steps and then said to the footsteps “where am I?” I looked down at her and she saw my face. Now she was in even more confusion. “Who are you” she said, apparently forgetting that she tried to kill me.
“Well I am nowhere near an angel if that’s what your wondering” I said almost smiling. And then that smile turned into a frown by the next thing she said.
“What is an angel?” then it hit me, she didn’t just forget the bomb, she apparently had some type of memory loss, but as for how long back, I had no idea.
“Scoot!” I called scoot over not because I didn’t want to explain everything to her, its just I didn’t have the best people skills at the time. He came running over thinking something was wrong, and according to the expression on his face, it was. I filled him in on the memory loss, and I also mentioned to leave out the parts he felt were “not necessary” such as her trying to kill me.
Scoot stayed there talking to her. I really should stop think of her as that girl, I though to myself. What was her name again? Oh yeah, that man had called her ivy. Ivy. That name fits her. Her green eyes. Her long brown hair.
I walked off to continue the search for Koda and Marcus. It wasn’t long after they were just pulling themselves out off the ground. Their hands sprung out of the ground like they were some type of zombies. First it was Koda, and then after ten minutes of digging, Koda pulling himself out, Marcus, began to come out too. They were both scratched and bruised like me. They asked the same questions as scoot, and I replied the same.
No, I didn’t know how much time had passed since the bomb. Yes, I saved the girl. No, I don’t know why I did. I then soon filled them in on whom the girl was, and that she had memory loss, so they should just play along with how scoot filled her in.
“So where do we go now?” Koda asked, getting to the point.
“ lets go after the book” I said, and then noticed that they needed a little more convincing “guys, just look at what the bomb did, we need to stop that. Besides there's nothing we can do for the men and woman sown in the caves down there.”
“Lets go” Marcus said, finally realizing that he already agreed to it earlier
“I’m in” Koda said
“I’m in” scoot said, now walking over to us, when a fifth voice chimed in
“I’m in” ivy said now walking up to us. We all looked at her, wondering if she knew what she was getting herself into.