Universe (Part 10) (FINALE): Final

Chapter 92

Far away men with deformities and faces covered in dirt and puss ravage the desert lands. They maneuver quickly on motorcycles and trucks and they head West towards the camp which the people all lived at. They were ready for battle and they had blood dried out on their weapons, on their own people, and on their vehicles. They speeded through the desert, leaving a sandy trail behind that would blind any man who came into the trail. These men were those of pure savagery, murderers, thieves, rapist, all that could possible be wrong lived within these men and they had no shame. They held on tightly to their steering wheels as they knew any small hit could come out and blow their heads right off and have the bounty tooken alongside their heads. Others held tightly onto the saddle of their horse, also wary of the danger in the world. And so these men went through the desert and ended up in the grasslands now ready to ravage and kill. They held up their bloodied weapons and they help up the heads of their enemies and roared, ready for blood and ready to kill. They encounter the large village next to the church, there had been many and many more people moving in, some of which weren't even those who followed the church, some just wanted shelter. The men took drugs, downing alcohol and all the pain killers they could and they rushed in with the cars armed to the teeth and the horses wailing as they go in.

The men reach the midst of the village and immediately begin to slice heads, a machete swings and a rope of blood spews out of where once was the head of a innocent woman who had just begun running. Quickly they ran into the buildings, breaking down the doors and they took everything they had while keeping the families at fear. They began fires and burned the buildings with the families all huddled together, the flames roaring towards the innocents and burning them to a crisp. Some of the men even kidnapped the children or the women. One of them ran around carrying multiple children in chains tied to their necks and nearly strangling them, and dragging their still alive bodies outside of the car as they kept roaming around. People screamed and the screams went silent by the sounds of gunfire or the sounds of hacking and whacking. Pure bloodshed all around, humans depraved of feelings for remorse or of morality roamed around freely and did whatever they pleased.

"Fire! Fire!" Some of the men began fighting back, handing rifles over to the other men and woman and even the children. It served nothing, only for the people to be slaughtered even further by the fearless bandits.

Brick runs outside, seeing the bloodshed and all that is wrong, "This is terrible... This is evil! Why are they doing this?" Brick tells out, he looks up at the cross and than back at the burning buildings. He than hears a horse gallop towards him, he turns and he sees an angry man with a machete that was about to cut his head off. Brick ducks down just before the blade takes off his head and he turns to see the man continued on with the horse, the horse being shot and it wailed and falls to the ground. The man is than tooken down and shot as well, it was one of the locals which killed the man and they threw a weapon over to Brick.

"Fight! Fight for your people! For your village! They're burning it all down!"

Brick looked down at the weapon, than up a the church, "What must I do... Must I fight?" He was reluctant to fight, grabbing the weapon. But than he let go of the weapon, "I-" He grabs the weapon again, but he puts it in his pocket and he runs out in the streets to help. A man was there grabbing a child and taking her from her mother, Brick runs to the man, "Why are you doing this? Let her go!" The man continued, ignoring Brick. Brick than hits the man and pushes him away, "Run now! I forgive you once but you try again and you will quickly learn that I must defend my own people!"

The man grits his teeth, reaching over into his pocket and Brick immediately shoots the man. His head pops open like a can with all the oxygen coming out of it at once. Brick looks over and sees the man wasn't reaching for a gun, but for a canteen. The man was dangerously drugged up and wanted to die, the man didn't even care if he would've lived, he lived for violence and had only ever known violence. Even in the face of mercy the man didn't understand it. So Brick went around helping people, causing more and more of the bandits to leave and by the time the night ended there were bodies on top of bodies all stacked on one another and the bandits were gone. The people looked at Brick and they waited for him to say something, looking at him as they'd lost almost all hope that life would indeed be well, "Why... This bloodshed happens, for what? Why does it happen!" A man yelled.