BLOOD M.O.O.N
The Blood Moon rises, its smile challenging my sanity and my existence.
Its horrid cackle breaks up the dead silence of the night as its sides split apart, out come two twin cannons the size of a car on each side. I’d say I’m scared, but fighting the Moon has always been my favorite what if?
This wicked world is my playground, and it is time to knock some stars in a fool.
I unsheath my sword and hold it up to the Moon, accepting its challenge.
With its grimace furthering up its face, it laughs maniacally as a barrage of artillery fires down,
I swiftly dodge away and begin my ascension, running to the left, climbing upon a small local shop, and pulling out my grappling hook.
The Moon furrows its brow as mechanical wings sprout out from behind it,
yet these are more than just show; miniguns line the edges, ready to unload.
Still, I move forward, using my grappling hook to pull me up to the roof of a three-story building; as I meet the ledge, I catapult myself forward and hook onto the wing of this unearthly beast.
The Moon’s contemplative gaze turns into another crazed smile as its wings rain hell fire and light the night sky with the many muzzles flashes of the high-powered weaponry.
As I try to swing around the bullets, one knicks me in the shoulder and pierces my armor,
the pain makes me wince, but my instincts take over as I hold my sword out and
shove it into the surface of this lunar atrocity.
However, I’m not done yet; the blade splits in two and unloads all six slugs into the body of this blood-soaked godforsaken disrespect to the living. It roars in pain, contracting its shell and rapidly expanding, flinging me off of the behemoth and into a downward spiral.
As I fall, the grappling hook swings me to the left and straight into the window,
the glass smashes and sticks to my skin as I tumble to the floor.
The Moon laughs hysterically as I recall my hook. I’ve got to turn the tides if
I want to see this through; yet, getting close is risky. I pick myself up and dash for the stairwell, hoping to get to the ground floor for a better assessment,
albeit a break isn’t what I get, more like a barrage of heavy artillery.
I try to save some time by dropping down the middle of the stairwell,
but amongst the chaos, I slip and smack my head against the railing.
I straighten myself up and begin my descent using my grappling hook as a rope.
As the building is violently rocked by this rouge entity, my grip slips, and I fall to the floor.
The building shakes and rumbles as I try to tuck and roll, yet with the rapidly collapsing building, I slightly fumble the roll. I bolt out of the crooked building and survey the wartorn lands; once a park sat in the center of this bustling city, now it’s nothing but a reminder of war…
As I look at the battlefield, I find a rocket launcher on a fallen soldier, just what I need!
I run behind some cover to dodge the Moon’s barrage and scout out the best path,
I wonder if I can distract the Moon? Maybe I can pull a fast one and act like I’m going to grapple, then I go for the weapon… I extend the grappling hook out and fire it off to another building,
but the Moon’s eyes do not move and stay locked onto me. Well, this is a shit show…
I recall the hook and hurtle toward the launcher, somehow dodging the Moon’s wrath
and firing off a rocket at it.
The rocket hits the Moon straight on and blasts off some of its shell,
exposing its meaty insides and its blackened heart. A deep guttural groan bellows
out from the forsaken beast as it quakes in pain, letting a sickening ooze out of the whole.
The Moon veers its cannons towards me and unloads another wave of heavy fire.
The Moon’s resolve catches me off guard, and I fail to react accordingly, catching a few strays.
As sprint away, I find a trench and slide in; thank god for this!
I clean out the cuts and bandage them up, stopping myself from slowly bleeding out.
The Moon again starts shooting up the place, attempting to weed me out,
yet I’ve weaseled out of its vision.
As I apply some first aid, I gaze around the bunker, yet I can’t find anything in the rattled and dimly lit room. The angered Moon sends another volley of suppressive fire
nearing my location. The trenches start to fall apart, and the bunker rattles violently.
I’ve got to hurry up and get out of here. I don’t need this place burying me alive,
yet I still need some medical attention; I’m gonna have to stick it out just a little longer.
Mother fucker! This shaky ass bunker is going to my tomb. I can’t use this anymore; who knows what is on this grimy floor? Thankfully, I brought extras. The surrounding trenches get engulfed by more artillery fire as the surrounding rooms start to fall apart.
If I don’t get this done, I might be a dead man; I need at least a fighting chance!
Well, fuck me then! I feel like I got tremors with all this shaking! I can barely get shit done, and the longer I stay, the more fucked I am! Suddenly, the raging barrage of the Moon’s cannon ceases, and the battlefield goes eerily quiet. Either it is a trap, or maybe it
ran out of ammo… I take hold of the rocket launcher and slowly creep out.
The Moon’s too preoccupied checking on its red hot cannons to notice me.
I gingerly aim and fire a rocket straight at the Moon’s eye, it peers up just in time
to meet the explosion head-on as its left eye combusts into a deep red and gory mass of mist with a deep cry of pain accompanying its obliteration. I climb out of the collapsed trench and latch on the Moon with my grappling hook, once again clenching my sword and tightening my grip, ready for another stab into its crust.
The Moon attempts to shoot me down but misses miserably as its machine guns
fire wildly into the distance, allowing my momentum to slam the sword straight through the
tough outer layer and begin to cut a hole in this monolithic beast. Suddenly, out of nowhere,
its body quickly retracts and expands, sending me flying off once again.
I start reeling myself with the grappling hook and aiming for the fresh hole.
The goliath pulls its wings back and attempts to make a gust strong enough
to blow me away, yet my determination is stronger, and I slide through the fresh hole.
The once rocky surface is replaced by an organic crismon mass covering the inner sphere
with a wicked black heart floating in the middle of this unholy monstrosity.
Like a skeleton rising from the grave, a lone fleshy mass poorly resembling a human
emerges from the ground; the only discernible features are its sharp fingers and weak stance.
It lurches forward with its sharp claws, but I bolt away and unholster the rocket launcher,
aiming toward the sickly heart in the center. The rocket flies out and heads for the unjust heart,
however, the fleshy mass drastically grows in height and surrounds the missile,
absorbing the explosion and dispersing it into meaty chunks on the floor.
As the giblets hit the floor, five more of these flesh guards writhe around and pull themselves out of the ground; they stand ruggedly and almost lifeless, still there in my way.
I cut the two closest to me to keep my distance and ready myself for the noticeably
faster ones ahead.
They all try to slash at me at the same time, fumbling their coordination and missing me.
I hold my sword near to my neck and strike for theirs. However, two of them managed to move back with unprecedented speed, dodging my attack. I pull back my sword and split the blade,
waiting for them to line up and pulverizing them with one slug.
A sickening silence envelopes the sphere, and a low rumbling steadily rises in ferocity,
I squeeze tight onto the launcher’s handle and fire off another deadly projectile for the heart.
Howbeit, the quaking only intensifies more, and the rocket flies straight past the heart and
gets caught by a fleshy hand jutting out of the wall, once again softening the explosion.
The pieces of meat from the former guards slowly pool under the heart as four spiky bones shoot out around it; I’d fire off another rocket, but I only have three left…
I stand and wait, sword at the ready. I feel if I get close, I’ll be walking in a trap,
There is nothing to do; just watch intently.
As I stand my ground, a curious thought overtakes me. I momentarily gaze over to the eye sockets of the Moon, seeing one empty and another staring bloodshot at me.
Quite a creepy sight… Still, nothing has happened…
Again, silence – not even rumbling… I take a step forward, one by one,
slowly incrementing my way toward the heart of this beast, keeping my grip steady.
Spontaneously, walls of flesh surge up from the ground, making a cube around the heart
using the bones as corners; it is oddly straight, more angled than most natural biological life.
The cube’s wall begins to bulge out – like something trying to get out…
The protrusion moves around the square before ripping through the flesh and
grabbing hold of one of the bony spikes like a spear, promptly more arms sprout out,
seizing more of the bones around the heart.
The four sharpened tips point at me, challenging me, asking me to parley,
a dance with the devil… I lift my sword high and nod, I’m ready to strike down any foe in my path.
A spike sweeps across the battlefield, yet its height allows me to slide under it and continue
on my dash for the heart, taking five shots at the wall of flesh.
A spike comes out of nowhere from above and tries to shove me back;
however, I’m turning this shit show around, and vaulting over it, slicing at the fleshy wall.
Hands jolt out and grab hold of the blade, breaking my momentum but not my aim,
I unload four bullets into the wall before being pushed back.
Two spikes come in from left and right, stabbing me in the sides,
twisting and prodding at my insides. I clasp the bones and attempt to pull them out; despite that, the many arms overpower my strength and push them farther in.
A desire deep inside me burns red hot and grants me the strength to push the bones out.
I clasp onto the right spike and shove it into the wall; the hands let go, yet it is too late. The bone pierces the wall, leaving a sizable hole. Another set of hands tries to grapple me,
but I quickly step away and ready my sword, slashing at the hole and weakening the wall.
A bone smashes into my back and slams me against the wall, although the damage to
the barrier causes it to crumble and me to tumble through.
My body aches, and my blood pours unattended. I’m not getting out of here alive…
I force my arm to clench onto the handle of the rocket launcher, it hurts like a bitch,
yet I persist and pick it up. Aiming at the heart of this wicked, maddened entity…
With my last bit of strength, I squeeze the trigger and watch my life flash before my eyes.
