Belphegor

WWIV

UNEDITED

Marry is your average fifteen year old. She loves with her parents, a sister 4 years older than her, and her twin brother. They're a close family and they do a lot together. She goes to a public school in San Fransisco, California. Her dad moved to America when he was in primary school and has lived there ever since. Her moms parents immigrated from Mexico then met and married in California, which makes her a third generation American. She's very fair skinned, but her mother's side shows through in her thick brown hair. Her older sister, Abrey, has quick growing, relatively thin blond hair and pale skin drowning under mountains of freckles an big green-blue eyes. Her brother, Simon, has exquisite dark grey eyes and a mop of carelessly messy hair that looks he doesn't really tend to or ever comb. He wears thick rimmed glasses and spends most of his time on the Internet.

But who the hell cares about Marry.

The story I'm about to tell you takes place years after Marry died at age 83 from natural causes and was never mentioned again. Nothing about her past matters.

This story begins when a bomb is dropped on Phillip Winston's house whilst he buttered his morning toast.

Ten minutes after the explosion, a group of armed troops finds the remains of what used to be the Winston household. D. James Horace is among them. He has a PhD in computer science as well as biology. He was a bit of a prodigy as a child. He was always the inquisitive type, building things all the time. He was creative and kind and grew up completely surrounded by love. All throughout his schooling years, everyone thought he was destined for greatness. His life was amazing. His parents and friends and loving girlfriend, Helena, were always there for him and encouraging him as he finished up college. When he did graduate, it would be an understatement to say that the celebration was grand. So grand, in fact, that it was worthy of being in a church hall that was on top of a large bunker that held three nuclear bombs.
This church hall was in the heart of the British Eastern Nation (BEN), one of the halves of power on this planet Earth. It had required years and years of planning, as well as the death of many agents, soldiers, and civilians, for the Western United Federation (WUF) to get these bombs planted in BEN. WUF wanted to finish was Alexander the Great and the Great British Empire never could. They wanted to rule the world, and the only thing standing in their way was everything on the other side of the Atlantic.
Which brings us back to D. James Horace. He was running a bit late for his celebration party because his girlfriend, Helena, had a surprise for him first. The party was being held in Londres, and they were currently up 80 miles north of it. The moon was illuminating the starlight picnic that she had set up for them. She steered the small car off the road and onto the winding lane that led to the area she had chosen. It was actually a quite spectacular place. It was located at the edge of some seaside cliffs, so there was a sharp, salty breeze blowing pass. The area Helena was planning on bringing James was surrounded by tall growing, in good coloured wildflowers. She had James in a blindfold so that she could surprise him when they got there. As she was beginning to pull to a stop, she reached over to pull of his blindfold, turning her attention away from the road and to him. As she shifted her weight to face her body to him, she accidentally nudged the gas petal and jolted them forward, sending them reeling down the steep cliff side. It was a complete 90° angle cliff, just less than that, so the car had a chance to sort or roll down. Helena's screams had James pulling off his blindfold and unbuckling. He panicked as he watched Helena struggle with her buckle as it refused to come undone. The cat began to pick up speed as the two of them struggled with the latch. There was a sudden jolt as the car rolled over a large rock, snapping their heads backwards the forwards to the dashboard. Helena hit her temple on the edge of the steering wheel and stopped moving altogether. She lay still with blood trickling down the left side of her face and her eyes staring blankly into nothingness. James screamed as ugly fat tears streamed down his face. He shook her shoulder and cried her name and wouldn't come to terms with the fact that she was dead. The bottom of the cliff, where stone became a smooth beach, was approaching quickly. He shoved open his door and, with one quick final look towards Helena, he jumped out of the car. He fell for a few more seconds before he landed on the sand about ten meters from where the car landed and burst into flames. The flames moved incredibly slowly, yet they were the fastest thing he'd ever seen. Tent ate the remains of the vehicle like a feral cat with a bowl of milk. Nothing was stopping them, an the flames weren't about to exercise mercy. He lay dazed for w long moment, trying to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him when he fell. A searing pain flew up his right arm and he worried for a moment that the fire had him. He looked towards his eggy hand to see it bent back in a way that it didn't require a doctor to know wasn't good. James groaned and forced himself up into a sitting position as he assed the damage. He was bloody and bruised, but nothing severe other than the hand. The injured man slowly made his way onto his feet and blinked away black spots before beginning a trek back up the cliff and to the nearest place he could find help.

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If I get any read or vote or comment I'll make another chapter but if not I won't bother and if you are reading this then thank you very much!😊