SEA VIEW
“Malatonach comes...” Danni said again.
“Well, if
that's the case,” Donovan said, “he's in for a rude awakening. He's gonna' have
to play without his friends.” Then he addressed the entire group. “Everybody
hot?”
They agreed
that they were. Locked, loaded, and hot. “Then let's let these motherfuckers
have it!”
As he stood up everyone followed his lead. As he fired his
Desert Eagle down into the crowd, others fired assault rifles and shotguns.
Sea spawn
screamed, high-pitched cries, that were compromised from the onslaught of the
group.
The larger
of the aberrations tried to scale the wall. They were cut down in the process
of trying to do so.
The spawn began to scatter. Only the octopoid creation
seemed to stand its ground. Bullets barely penetrating the epidermis of the
monster, sounding like shells falling into soup, hardly causing it any harm. It
lashed against the building of the hotel with its tentacles, tearing up rock,
stonework, masonry, and glass from windows. One of the appendages reached up
over the roof of the hotel, and in a frenzied response, was cut to pieces by
weapons-fire.
The daemonic mist crept closer.
Meanwhile pseudopods stretched from the epidermis of the
obscenity. They opened like sickly flowers, and expelled the amorphous
jelly-fish creations. Instinctively the group ducked. Several landing on the
roof, and leaping again. Most of them were shot down, torn to pieces. However
one slipped by and attached itself to Donovan' face.
This
figures, he thought darkly, cynically. Then he felt a tentacle forcing its
way down his throat. The hell you say. He saw it his mind's eye, as
clear as day, even in slow-motion, as if he had seen it a hundred times before
now. He pressed the plunger on the FAD cylinder, and fell over the side of the
hotel roof.
Just as he hit the octopoid aberration, there was a great
explosion, and fire raced to either side of the street, consuming all in its
path, even as a cloud of fire rose to the second floor of the hotel, the concussion shaking the foundation of the motel, and shattering windows.
The group
was knocked to the ground. “What the fuck?” Justin vociferated. “What the fuck
just happened?”
No one had
an answer.
“I mean
what the fuck?”
And then the sky was torn asunder thunderously as if by
great jagged bolts of lightning, ebon and crimson, glowing sinisterly, that
came from the fog crawling toward the beach, searing the firmament of early
morning.
“Stay
down!” Danni commanded.
A
tremendous wind followed, and it roared with the howls of the damned.
The fissures became chasms that fell into dark abysses of
cosmic relation, like space without stars. It was as if reality was ripped
multitudinous, and from the many fissures and chasms came fire and spirits of
dark dominion, screeching in horrifying ululation, and glee, like prisoners
that had been released from their imprisonment. They tore at the group as they
flew low--the world seemed to race passed them in an amazing frenzy.
Waves of radiant energy, heat, light, perhaps electricity
scattered everywhere, seemingly tearing up the really real world that the group
once knew, in a cataclysmic storm. With their eyes closed, the group saw
apocalyptic visions of demons and aberrations invading our realm, even as they
invaded the cosmos eons ago. The world was stripped of its technology, of its
superiority, of its vitality; buildings crumbled under the onslaught of devils,
super tsunamis crashed against the east and west coast of the United States and
beyond. Deserts became oceans, mountains became islands, and the end came
shortly thereafter.