“The world is no longer a place of life and hope, but a place of loneliness and despair. The bleakness of civilization is disheartening for the last survivors of the “Hell Day”. The “Hell Day” that ruined the earth’s once bountiful land. No longer are there separate countries, everything and everyone belongs to that one man. The tyrant who fooled the citizens of earth into believing they would live in a world of joy and plenty. His name is Akam Volkmann. He has ruled the earth since “Hell Day” nineteen years ago”
“Daddy… Why don’t you tell me those happy stories anymore?” asked the little boy; his wide amber eyes full of cheerless confusion.
“Because life isn’t happy anymore, Ulric… Ever since your mother died life really hasn’t been worth living,” sighed the boy’s father, his grey eyes filling with misty tears. “Nothing is worth it anymore.” The little boy just stared sullenly at his father. Suddenly, an eerie screech filled the air. The man looked out the window into the small bleak desert. “Oh God… Not again,” he sighed in a worried voice. “Hell can’t come back…”

The wind began to blow ferociously and clouds of blood red began to form. Fire began bleeding from the clouds as it did nineteen years ago. “Ulric! Get down son! They’re coming… again,”

“Daddy, who’s coming???” asked the little boy getting alarmed.

“Don’t ask questions damn it! Just get down!” shouted the man his eyes full of fear, and a sickening glare on his face. Ulric’s large amber eyes began to fill with tears, but he listened to his father and stooped down in the far corner, his face in his knees. “Son, hold this…” said Ulric’s father as he handed his son a mysterious bauble tied on a string of gold. “Hold it and never let it go.” Ulric looked up at his father and nodded. His father bent down and embraced Ulric. “Never forget that I love you,” he said in a quiet, morbid tone.

Suddenly a pounding came upon the door to their little shack. Ulric started to sob while his father just stood, awaiting the worst. The pounding grew louder and louder until the door of the little shack fell to the ground and huge, vicious men came through the small entrance way. The men wore bulky suits of jagged armor, armor that nothing could destroy. Their faces red as fire, and their eyes cold as night itself, they wore horned helmets, and blood smeared across their face as to prove their mightiness. “It’s time to give it up, Tam. You must repay your debt!” shouted one of the monstrous men. Ulric’s father just stood in front of them, motionless and silent. “Answer me, damn you!” shouted the man as he lifted Ulric’s father off the ground.

As he did, Ulric’s father choked out the words to his son, “Boy…. Run!” But Ulric could not move. He was paralyzed from the fear in his heart. Suddenly, the man stabbed his father through the chest, and his father instantly died. The man glared at Ulric and smiled, his decayed and foul teeth forming a crescent moon. “Your next, you little maggot!” Ulric’s eyes full of tears and his mind overloaded with all that was happening, he had no choice but to think and think fast. He started to back away from the men, slowly as his knees quivered and his lips shivered. He looked behind him to see the small window. As the men got closer and closer he jumped through the window, broke the glass and began to run, run as fast as he could away from these men and away from the horrors he once knew as home.

As he began to run he heard the thumping of the men’s footsteps as they swiftly ran after him. He turned his head to see them right on his tail. His heart began to throb into his head… His heartbeat louder and louder until cold sweat was dripping from his face and chest, and he felt the palpitations run throughout his whole body. Faster and faster they seemed to run as he felt slower and slower, his body weakening and his heart tiring. As he ran through the desert he began to see a mirage. A mirage of a small house, and flowers… Was it an oasis? In his heart it was real, but in his mind it was just an illusion. He fell to the ground, his body relieved to have a rest, and he fell into death’s seductive arms.

As the men finally caught him, they found him on the ground his chest not moving and not hearing the soft whispers of breath. One man put his ear to the boy’s chest and heard not a single beat of the heart. He looked to the men and let a crooked smile show. One of the other men asked roughly, “Well… does he have it?”

“Nah, I don’t feel it,” replied the other one. “Damn it. Tam must have burned the old trinket.”

The man who was checking the boy’s body for any signs of life sighed, “Well… It’s still here… somewhere. I can feel it in me bones. Let’s return to Volkmann and give ‘im the news.”

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