Well finally got the epilogue finished..its kinda short andsorry for the wait...
but anyways.. Enjoy!
Epilogue: Storm
The rolling black clouds of the raging storm soared slowly along the horizon, revealing a moonlit, late night sky which illuminates the city of Townsville. Some buildings had been already reduced to rubble, but many still stood tall, a lasting reminder of the perseverance of good against evil.
A startling silence had overtaken the deserted city once the storm had passed and the fight had ceased, a silence that still frightened the onlookers who soon began to emerge. They slowly crept from their hiding places, a mixture of anxiety and excitement on their tired, worn faces. The injured were now safe to make their way to the hospitals, while, unfortunately, a few had already passed away sometime during the course of this epic, dangerous battle.
In only a few minutes, the world seemed to begin turning again, as people cautiously returned to their homes and things began running like normal. In no time, a Townsville News van soon came speeding down the road towards the battle site, cameras in hand to capture this unforgettable event.
People were reunited after hours in a standstill, waiting and wondering who was alive and who was dead. Some returned to their homes in a stunned awe, grateful for their luck to have survived such an evil, while others mourned the loss of loved ones, frozen in a hopeless sadness.
In time nearly all of Townsville was tucked away in a dreamless sleep, exhausted from the whole ordeal but thankful to once again be in their warm beds.
However, in one lonely, hollow, dark home, one citizen was far from asleep, pacing back and force with a steady, tapping rhythm. He sighed and scratched his head, yawning, stretching and picking up the remote control. He flipped on the nearby television and surfed through the channels impatiently, searching for some kind of news regarding the recent battle.
He stopped when he reached a channel where a frantic news reporter was on site, nearly screaming into the microphone in excitement. He collapsed in a recliner nearby, listening intently to the woman's words.
"Rescue crews are already on the battle site tonight, cleaning up the debris and searching for more casualties due to Quasi's rampage. The death toll as of now exceeds one hundred and fifty, and the number of injured cannot even be measured as it is continuously rising by the second." The woman spoke in hurried breaths, her blue eyes wide with excitement and her windblown blonde hair sticking out in all directions.
The shadow's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in shock, before turning into a tiny smirk that gleamed in the darkness.
"Here we can see where the horrific monstrosity known as Quasi has truly shown his great strength as he has clearly reduced these buildings to rubble. Many cars and other vehicles have also been completely destroyed by unimaginable beast. Work crews are already estimating the damage costs will surpass one hundred million."
She gestured towards where a building had fallen forward and into the street, all of its windows shattered, while rescue teams worked to find if any people were trapped underneath. Nearby many cars had been ripped in half and flattened in unimaginable ways; twisted metal, broken glass and faint stains of blood were littered throughout the streets as the camera panned across.
The image quickly went black as the television was shut off and a deep voice chuckled in amusement. The figure stood and walked over towards a small desk on the other side of the room that was illuminated by a tiny, flickering lamp.
He shuffled some papers around, grunted and began drumming his fingers on the desk, his mind working furiously. He picked up some strangely shaped machines, eyeing them closely before grinning in delight.
"Yes.. everything is ready." He finally said, before placing the objects down and scratching his chin in deep thought.
He then opened a drawer and began sifting through various tools and gadgets, pulling out a strange looking wrench before turning and walking briskly towards a large shadowy machine across the room.
Several of the papers on his desk flew to the floor in his haste, but he just growled in annoyance and ignored it as he began perfecting this mysterious new creation.
The mess of papers covering the floor looked to be blueprints. Blueprints for something fantastic. Something huge and unimaginable. And not just one, but many machines were sketched all over these sheets of paper. It looked as though it had taken weeks to perfect, for the design and blueprint were ingenious.
While he worked later and later into the night, the rescue teams worked nonstop uncovering debris and recording the casualties. The dark streets were wet with the recent rain, creating many black puddles along the curbs and leaving behind a gloomy feeling in the air.
One puddle, however, was thick almost like oil, a mixture of black and white seeping towards a nearby manhole and slowly dripping into the sewers below. The lifeless substance soon disappeared below the streets, seemingly stripped of all its power, dead, concealed underneath the city.
However, a very faint, untraceable pulsating energy was still hiding inside it's sticky, slimy, outer-coating. An energy which should soon fade away forever, consumed by the black shadows below.
But miles away, one is scheming. Planning, plotting, laboring to ensure that this great evil power shall not die so soon.
The raging storm has now passed eastward, and the danger seems to have faded away.
Don't rest assured, City of Townsville, for this danger is far from over.
The End ...?
Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. :o) Thank you muchly for reading and I will write more eventually.