Munched- The End

The End

Over in the small third world countries, where poor people drink murky water and bellies grumble every day, a couple of men dressed as doctors entered into small hospitals. They ignored the weeping pleading mothers begging for them to help their sick children. They all entered into small storage rooms, where the meager hospital supplies waited to be used.
In a diminutive town in Chile, three fake doctors looked at each other. “Do you have the time?” One asked the other. Their eyes looked glazed over as if tweaking on some good drug. It could have been said that the look in their eyes was insanity, but only they knew the secret. The secret of a woman with floor length midnight black hair that veiled around her luminescent skin, and what she had done to them. What she had promised. A seductive dream they would kill for, exactly what they were doing.
The taller man looked at his watch, and saw it was two minutes until noon, Pacific Time. “We're on time,” he said in a dreamy voice. The promise of touching the woman again drifted through his mind. Although in hers, she knew she would never see any of the slaves she sent out. Her magic of corruption would soon spread like a California wildfire.
One of the men opened a small box and took out a small liquid bottle. Each grabbed a syringe filling them with the liquid from the black bottle, and inserting the liquid into medicine and IV bags. They were to wait and witness if anything worked, and walked quickly out of the hospital. Only a nurse saw the woman’s slaves in Iraq, but she thought nothing of it.
1
Moorgun waited in front of her altar, while her barely dressed followers sat on their knees before her. It was a little after noon, as the visions started to fill her. Images filtered in her brain like a badly cut film. Her Lord promised to show her what the potion she created would do, as he had shown her how to make it, although, she could no longer remember the full ingredients of the potion, and only remembered grinding the puffer fish. She watched her slaves, waiting in dingy lanes and alleyways. Soon, she knew, something would happen. The potion would attack the sick quick, and from there the sick would infect the living.
Her master could show her this, yet not the two girls who should have been hers years ago. Hers to train, bend in the ways of her. The two who would bring an end to all nice and pure. She smiled watching as a doctor hooked in her poison to a sick man. The Dark Lord promised her this would work, and this would help her find her promised. They would help bring Arawen back to full power on Earth. After so many years of being trapped, he would finally be welcomed upon his new home, and he will take her. Her body ached badly for him as she thought of his dark hair, wild eyes, and muscular body. She will rule with him, and he would make her immortal.
She watched the sick man shake, the nurses ran over and doctors were called. After the shakes, his blood would slow until it stopped altogether, and his organs would fail, but his brain would live. Every liquid in his body will carry the infection, and just a small bite to another human would cause the corruption to spread until it overran the world. And the search for her chosen would finally be at an end. It had been so easy.
She watched as the sick started to rise with a huger they had never felt before. Animal. They only thought of flesh. “Feed, my pets,” she snickered.
Her yellow brittle nails scratched along the oak altar as her Lord entered her. She felt his cold touch in a place only he could touch. As she screamed out in pleasure, her followers bent their heads to the ground. Their Priestess had achieved the goal and was being rewarded. They envied her, longed to be thanked by the Lord, wanted to please her to please him. He touched her one last time, and her scream was heard above the small parking lot they practiced under.
A short bag lady with frizzed out white hair pushing a shopping cart paused. She listened to the scream, and a thought passed through her head.
It begins.

2
“Envy your VCR isn’t working for me,” Anatha was trying to shove in her new blank tape. Her eyes burned with hateful, as she tried to stuff the tape into the VCR.
“If someone had ordered the new cable box with the DVR in it we could just record it on that,” Envy said as they both shot Autumn spiteful looks.
Autumn looked up over The Chronicle, which she was reading. “Don’t beat it Anatha. It won’t work if you keep beating it like that,” she said going back to the article which had been the main reason for her grabbing the paper.
“Autumn, fix it, please,” she pleaded, “Tune N’ is going to be on in a couple minutes.”
Tune N’ was one of the hottest boy bands out at the moment. Autumn hated to admit it, but she liked them as much as Anatha and Envy did. Well not really that much. Anatha was obsessed, and she was mildly obsessed, Envy, was just an ass-kisser, and always went along with Anatha. All the young girls loved Tune N' and the other hot boy band, Boy Toyz, but lately Tune N’ had reached new levels. Their new album had broken all previous records in its first week out. Autumn loved the album. It had to be one of her favorite CDs to listen to.
The girls were a bit old to fit in with the Tune N’ crowd, but no one complained. Autumn was nearly twenty-seven and Anatha and Envy just turned twenty-five. The obsession they shared was actually new to her, since she was a die-hard Melon Pop fan. Anatha had liked Tune N’ since the youngest of the singers looked a lot like her favorite actor, who is now married. But in all that was the only thing the two had in common. Autumn didn't enjoy being around her cousin for too long. She seemed always angry about everything. That and there was just something about her that Autumn just didn't like. Not really nice things to think about your blood cousin, but she could not fight the feeling.
Autumn picked up the universal remote that was lying by her, and pressed the VCR power button. It came to life. “You forgot to turn it on,” she told Anatha without taking her eyes off the article she was reading. “It was a miracle you actually found a new blank tape. I thought they didn’t make those anymore?”
“I had a few put away. I didn’t know my VCR was going to take a shit. Why are you reading that crap?” Anatha came over and sat by Envy who had grabbed the remote.
“She likes all the stupid stories,” Envy said.
“Better then listening to all your drama,” Autumn said to herself.
“Huh?” her sister asked.
“Nothing. I read this for the truth,” Autumn replied self absorbed in the article.
“Whatever,” Anatha said rolling her eyes, “Nothing truthful is ever printed in there. It’s all crap.”
“Sometimes its crap, but even some crap is fun to read. Check out this article,” she said handing her the paper.
Anatha took some time to read the article, and gave it back. “Like I said crap. Can you really believe zombies are taking over South America?” She asked.
“There have been worse things. Plus why can’t it be true?”
Envy shook her head, “You really believe that stuff?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I find it odd.”
“It’s all odd. That’s why it’s in The Chronicle. They after all print anything and everything odd and strange, it’s their motto.” She turned the channel. “Put it down, Tune N’ is on.”
Autumn put the paper down on the coffee table and sat back. “Speaking of Tune N’, do you know they’ll be here for the grand opening of the new mall.” Anatha stared at her cousin in disbelief. Autumn smiled at her, knowing her cousin would react to that.
“No way,” Anatha finally managed to say.
She nodded. “Yep, it’s in a month. By the way, press record.”
“Wow,” Anatha said reaching over grabbing the remote off Envy's leg and pressing record. They sat back and watched the Tune N’ concert.