With the reincarnation of Set in the physical world, the very laws of nature were turned upside down and the elements went crazy. Once again, the streets of Paris were rife with chaos and death, the hordes of walking corpses having suddenly rise again to resume their wave of carnage. A monstrous storm, accompanied by freezing rain, fell on the French capital.
On one of the streets leading to the Eiffel Tower, a Prodigium armored vehicle managed as best it could to make its way through, sometimes having to hit some abandoned cars and push them aside to pass. Several undead came to throw themselves and be violently hit by the vehicle while trying to attack it. Agent Sandra Winters was behind the wheel, Henry Jekyll sitting in the passenger seat and observing the situation outside with an anxiety that was difficult to hide. Behind them, several armed and equipped soldiers from the organization stood ready to act when the moment came.
_"Faster, Winters! Every second counts now!" ordered Jekyll.
_"Got it, hold on!" the woman replied, pressing the speed pedal. "I hope your plan works!"
_"This is our last chance. Only he can do it!" added Jekyll, looking at what he held preciously on his lap: an ancient-looking box adorned with Egyptian engravings.
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On the Champ-de-Mars square, just in front of the Eiffel Tower, a savage battle had broken out between the monsters remaining loyal to Princess Ahmanet and the army of the dead now serving the god Set. Lawrence, almost entirely transformed, now looking more like a wolf than a man, unleashed his bestial fury, leaping and moving at great speed, tearing off the heads and limbs of the undead with his fangs and claws. Not far from him, Marya, the gothic vampire lady, invoked the dark arts of which she had the secret, using her telekinetic powers to lift packs of undead and crush them to the ground or throw them at others. She was also capable of turning into black smoke, making herself impossible for enemy hands to grasp.
The amphibian creature from the Black Lagoon, with its strength and imposing stature, was wreaking havoc among the ranks of the undead, tearing them in half, crushing their skulls in its hands and even lifting a car to crush two of them. With a gruesome guttural noise, the creature bulged its throat to spew a geyser of a viscous, steaming slime-like substance onto a group of enemies, who were reduced to mush within seconds by the acidic slime.
Jack the Invisible Man, with his peerless shooting skills, served as a sniper for his comrades, blowing heads off one by one with his precise shots from his pistol. Unfortunately, an undead creature surprised him from behind and grabbed him, pinning him against the car and attempting to bite him. Not far, the little Frankenstein girl, terrified by the situation, had curled up, crying and clutching her doll.
_"Frankie, run! Save your life!" Jack yelled at her, struggling and holding back the zombie's jaws.
But at the sight of her friend, almost her new father, in danger, Frankenstein was assailed by flashes from her past. She saw herself, coming back to life in a body made of different pieces of corpses of young girls her age, resuscitated by her brother Victor who had gone mad... She had killed him, thus losing the only family that gave her remained... She then remembered her real name, the one she had when she was human... Trudy. Trudy Frankenstein.
Refusing to lose her family again, having regained courage and with a scream of anger, she jumped on the back of the undead and struck him with extreme violence in the eyes and on the head, making him let go. Catching his breath, the Invisible Man then saw his little protégé continue to attack the zombie, having made him fall to the ground and reducing his face to shreds under her blows. Despite her frail appearance, little Frankenstein demonstrated superhuman strength, having pulverized the face of her enemy and then getting up, her hands and face splashed with black, viscous blood.
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Rise of the Fallen Princess (Ahmanet - The Mummy)
FanficPassionate about the paranormal from an early age, Mathias Parrish has always felt misunderstood, alone and not understanding his world, but has never ceased to keep an open and convinced mind. Young amateur writer, he has since sought to prove the...