The Cleansing

Through the thick mist came the gentle flicked of a flaming torch. Gathered around the single flaming spike were hooded, cloaked, robe wearing figures. The robes that covered them completely made the gender unrecognizable and even their voices were muffled to a point where they could not be deciphered. A chant came through the facemasks they wore, and the flame became larger.
“True believers, thou shall be saved,” They repeated, voices climbing to a near shout. With hands and fingers interlocked, the chant became near a silent murmur. The flame died.
“The deed is done,” One of the chanters said slowly.

A shrill bell sounded in the local school halls. Doors opened as students pushed into the halls and attempted to battle through the milling crowds to get outside. The car-park was filled with students already, who were sitting in and atop cars that belonged to them. As the bell silenced, more people milled around the car-park and the chatter of talk began. Among those who talked, and hung out, was a Jock who was sitting on the hood of a red convertible. As if by some supernatural power, the sky turned to black in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck, it’s gonna rain,” The Jock shouted as he stood.

The wind picked up, and as it did so the students crowded into the school and cover outside. The Jocks returned to the gym and sat down in groups to talk. Cheerleaders practiced. A loud, sudden, bang echoed through the gym and one of the students slammed the doors shut that led to the rest of the school. He bolted it and turned around. Lights flickered above the people and another bang sounded. The lights turned off as rain pelted the building. Outside the fire-escape doors everything was dark, until the flash of lightning. A clawed hand slammed against the window, and disappeared as fast as it came.

A scream emitted from one of the girls as the doors burst forward. A tall, straight-backed, figure stepped into the gym. With almost knee high boots that made the only noise in the gym, and a pair of black pants made of a rough material. What looked like a shirt laden with metal bars covered his upper body, and a jet black cloak was worn over his back. Two holes on either shoulder of the cloak held long, slightly curved, spikes that came up to the temples of the thing. With dark red skin, dotted with inch long spikes. Two on each cheek, one above each eye, and three lining the forehead.

Stupidly one of the Jocks charged forward as if to fight this thing. The tall freak let his hands appear from sleeves and long claws came visible at the end of each finger. With a single thrust the Jock was impaled through the stomach. With incredible force the tall thing launched the now limp body toward the wall. The bricks cracked from the force as four more freakish people came in.
“Thy true believers, thou shalt be saved,” Said the first to enter, with a hand raised. Blood dribbled down from the claws onto his, it seemed to be a man, face. When nobody answered the others pushed passed and began to kill.

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Woah, a thread.

Your character is either a student, who must escape from the school and try to find a safe place.

Or, one of the few adults.

All through the small town, hundreds of miles from anywhere else, the Demons have been killing and cleansing the town for the Great Awakening, where more of the Demons will rise to take over the world as we know it.

Rules.

1. In your introductory bio you must start with a conflict with the demons. Most cannot be killed easily, some cannot even be fought with.

2. Only a few 22. rifles, 307. shotguns and 9mm pistols are in the town.

3. I'll make more up.

No bio format.

My character(s): Joseph, Joe, King. A skater/stoner.

(Other characters will go here)