Creative Writing: Spawn

Creative Writing: Spawn


The spawn knelt in the shadows of the corner. His iridescent eyes
searching the dark for his prey. A prey he knew very well, almost too well.
    From the end of the stone corridor the spawn's ear picked out a single
disturbance. From behind the mask a man's mouth twisted in a smile and a thought
of satisfaction crossed his mind.
Rising to his feet the spawn walked defiantly down the corridor. His
armoured boots making no sound on the cold floor. A heart that beat no blood,
pounded within the unnatural armour of the spawn. At last his mission was
drawing to a close and so too would this endless torture. The one being
responsible for his spawning would now ultimately reach its death.
    The door was close now, and the spawn's soulless eyes peered into the room
from the doors barred window. Standing over a bench stood a man. An old man,
gnarled with age and working on an intricate machine. To a mortal man the sight
would appear ludicrous. An old, befuddled man could hardly attract the attention
of such a powerful warrior. But to the spawns eyes, he only saw the truth.
    He didn't see the lines of age which covered the man's face. Nor did he see
the disfigured spine which pushed the man's back into a painful composure. But
he did see the beast within.
    To the spawn, what stood in the other room had no dimensions, it glittered
with a warrior's sweat and had an evil which protruded off its hide like
poisonous spines. This creature had roamed the aeons sending multitudes of
innocent 'children' to nothingness before their time.
In ages past it was known as Ra, god of the sun, then it was known as
Xeues. Only a thousand years ago they called him a Dragon, and now, he was known
as a scientist. Figure heads for the world, able to control the elements to
their wishes.
    But today, it was time for the creature to end its cultivation of evil on
earth. One man who the beast had killed had refused to die. By sheer power of
will he had... [continues]

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