Tom Baumann raised his binoculars up to his eyes and gazed upon the helicopters attacking the Dark Army in the hills east of Los Angeles.
“Bastards!” He shouted as a hellfire missile fizzed past and demolished half a hillside behind him.
Suddenly he was sitting next to the pilot in the helicopter who had fired the missile.
“These choppers are your enemies. They fucking hate you. Blast the fuckers,” he said.
The pilot glanced at him and then at the other Apaches. He then fired a hellfire missile and destroyed the tail of a helicopter sending it crashing to the ground.
The pilot looked at him as two missiles headed toward them.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m the Antichrist,” Baumann said as the aircraft erupted in flames.
Baumann laughed as he watched the burning wreck of the helicopter crash to the ground from his original position.
“Right, lets head west,” he said heading off the hillside.
In a government facility Ally Efron tensed as they injected the needle into his arm. They had strapped him into a bed in front of a chosen audience. The eternity he had spent on death row for murder had now ended and he gazed through a re-enforced window at the name-less faces.
Finally, he closed his eyes with pure hatred for the righteous lot staring at him. Power surged through him, and he opened his eyes again. He was standing behind his audience.
After grabbing his semi-automatic firearm Efron struck the yelling officer sending him flying into a wall. The ten men and women screamed at the sight of the sallow faced murderer with red eyes and panic erupted.
Casually the demon opened fire killing all ten along with the doctor, nurse and priest. “You self-righteous fuckers!” he shouted as he left the room. In the passageway police, running toward the sound of gun fire, were mown down as Efron walked out of the facility. He then walked off into the Californian night led by the dark calling.
In United States Penitentiary Alts Maximum Security Facility California Rudi Meyer dreamed of pure energy-dark energy. When an officer pressed the buzzer on his cell door, he opened his eyes and looked down on his bed.
“Hey where's Meyer!” the guard shouted looking through the viewer.
He opened the cell door and entered. Meyer dropped from the ceiling crashing the man to the floor. Then rendering him unconscious with a blow to the head Meyer rose and exhaled with a grin.
“Such power,” he said to himself. He ran out into the passageway to be confronted by many officers.
“Right Meyer! Face down on the floor! Now!” commanded a supervising officer.
While Meyer was being handcuffed, and the officer in the cell was being seen to, he said:
“They're coming!”
“Oh yeah! Who's coming? Asked one officer.
They raised Meyer up. “They're coming, and you're all going to die!”
“Right, get that bastard back in his cell,” ordered the supervisor.
An ominous gloom hung over the distant mountains as the governor, Steven Wells, stared out his office window. He had just received the email from his superiors telling him to evacuate the prison and to head North to Oregan. Head to Oregan, he thought. Where in Oregan? Someone would call him with the destination. They don't know what to do with the prisoners!
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He had watched the television news reports of the spread of the Dark Army. Fuck the prisoners, he thought. I'm going to make sure my family are moved out of harms way.
The inmates became increasingly agitated as the days passed. Officers patrolled with firearms.
Rudi Meyer was under solitary confinement because he empowered other prisoners when in contact with them. One day, five coaches arrived at the prison accompanied by armed guards and three armoured vehicles. The day was clear, and the sun illuminated the sandy terrain which ran empty in all directions away from Alts.
The officers led the handcuffed inmates out of the various buildings.
“Fuck this!” Rudi Meyer shouted. “We ain't goin' anywhere-look!” He nodded through the iron mesh fence to a black line in the distant east which stretched from one side of the plain to the other.
He pulled his arms apart breaking the handcuffs and grabbed the semi-automatic from one guard and shot him dead. He knocked the gun from a supervisor and held him with the firearm at the man's head.
“Now listen up! Drop your weapons and take the cuffs off my brothers!”
With no option the officers released the inmates, who cheered when they were uncuffed. The officers then backed off into their vehicles and fled. The army guards crammed into the armoured vehicles.
The cheers turned to shouts of fear, however, as a dark wave swept up to and over the outer prison grounds then crashed across the perimeter fences.
Demons tossed the inmates around before killing them. Rudi Meyer climbed on top of one coach.
“Stop this! My brothers want to join you!” He cried.
The bus started and sped forward crashing into the admin building before exploding.
A dark figure walked from the burning hole and stood facing the dark wall stretched across the prison. “Okay you fuckers, what now?” Meyer growled.
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