Intro: The Fear Factor

And the fires in the skies were no match for those in his eyes. Disorientation grew as the leaders fell and their followers followed. There was a cumulative feeling that spread through the world; a feeling of fear. But there was hope in all of it. There was hope in one thing: Truth.

Temporal...

"Hello?" He asked.

"Hey, Serius." A girl's voice responded.

"Oh." Serius said, nodding his head as he switched the phone between hands, "How's it going, Sarah?"

"I was thinking of coming over later, is that cool?"

"Oh yeah, so good of you to ask after I'm pretty much done painting." He said and looked around the empty blue room, "I'm kind of tired now, but yeah, come on over soon. We'll watch TV. or something."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

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He had been told to take the blindfold off after they led him through the halls. They had taken his clothes. The room the guards brought him to had one chair in it. Lights came to life when they pushed him through.

"Take a seat." One of them said to him.

"Will I get anything to wear?" He asked as he slumped onto the chair, knowing the answer, but saying what they figured he'd say. The guard closed the door, leaving him alone. There was a days worth of stubble on his chin and he scratched it, lost deep in thought. They took his clothes; put him in a cold box with light that pulsed in rhythm with his breath. They were trying to intimidate him, to scare him.

"Now there will be questions." He said and turned away from the door. On the back of his neck there was a fresh wound, just scabbing over.

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Sarah-Anne stroked her blonde hair through her fingers and then knocked on the light blue wooden door. The sunlight gleamed on her head and created a halo of light in her hair. She took a deep breath and waited; she had never been with Serius alone before, at least, not in his own house. They had known one another since Sarah transferred to the high school Serius went to and had made friends with each other when she had looked at him and he had made a face at her and smiled. There were times when they would go to each others houses or go out to the mall or a movie, but this time would be different she thought.

No one answered. Probably asleep. She thought. He had said he was tired and it had taken her an hour and a half to get ready. The smell of her perfume was overbearing, but Serius wouldn't notice.

She creaked open the unlocked door and peeked her head in. There were a lot of boxes and a couple of cans of blue paint in the living room around the television and the couch, but Sarah couldn't see Serius.

"Hello?" She took a step in and closed the door behind her, "Serius?"

A hall with two doors on either side stretched to the right, past the couch and there was a cramped looking bachelor kitchen to the left. It was so empty and quiet and Sarah-Anne's heart was still beating heavily. Uncontrollable thoughts of Serius waiting for her flashed through her head. She imagined a candle-lit room, a roaring fireplace, and Serius, the smell of him. Shaking the thoughts away, she opened the door on the left.

Serius was passed out on his lone mattress, his old black boots still on and his caseless pillow covering his head. She smiled anyways and sighed either from disappointment or relief, she couldn't tell.

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Hovering above the ground, the man, who was really some kind of half-man half-demon, continued to speak in tongue. He was naked except for a pair of white, cotton boxers. Men in black suits had handguns trained on him, but many of those guns wavered in the hands of the men. They all saw it as the smile formed across the demon's lips.

"Yes." It said and its eyes whipped wide-open. White light poured up through its eyes and then it blackened and turned to a deathly, undead, crimson.

And the light filled the room. It swarmed through the building. Then it swallowed the town.