1 "...Clear Creek South football team was travelling back from their game with arch rival Clear Creek North, in this very tremendous thunderstorm system that blew through the area..." the voice of a reporter.
Images of a dark stretch of lonely highway, wet and flooded from the pouring rain. Caution tape lines a sharp curve.
"Intense wind, tornadoes have touched down in the area. It is unclear exactly what happened at this point, all that we know is that the school bus came right through here..." the reporter's voice fades in static.
A staticy television screen flashes back to the news studio.
"...where the school bus lost control and apparently went over the edge..." a newscaster's voice reported.
A staticy image of the reporter, standing in the darkness of night, fighting the wind and rain to stay in view of the camera feed.
"...authorities are on the scene, however at this point, they have found no survivors." the newscaster's grim face is all that you see before everything goes dark.
A lone bright light suddenly comes down into the middle of somewhere, the perimeter of it's brightness is surrounded by a thick darkness that neither of them had ever seen.
"One of you are already dead and do not realize it." the eerie voice spoke to them.
Two teens, in muddy football uniforms cautiosly enter the brightness, both shielding their eyes from it's intese glare.
"One of you will go on to better things." the eerie voice chuckled.
The two teens are frightened, looking around and at each other with confusion, wondering where this voice is coming from.
"It's time for you both to realize a few things. There is no heaven and there is no hell, unless you take them there. There is no tomorrow, only what must be done today and at this precise moment. There are no second chances and there is no remorse. There is only what you must do and how you intend to do it. The rest is solely up to you." the eerie voice preaches.
"What are you talkin..." one teen asks, the bigger of the two, obviously a linebacker or defensive lineman of the now extinct Clear Creek South varsity football team.
"SILENCE, INSOLENT!" the eerie voice sonically booms and echoes throughout this strange world. "You have but one choice. Discover what has been given to you and use it to defeat whom is in front of you. One will prevail. One will die. The choice is yours."
The two teens look at each other. The linebacker smiles at the smaller teen, obviously a wide receiver or a cornerback.
"You're going down, Tempest!" the linebacker roars and as he begins to take off across the illuminated circle, his legs seem to drape back behind him like a cape.
He is no longer leaping, he is flying and gaining momentus speed, tackling the smaller teen and they crash to a dark floor. Dust clouds rise underneath their impact upon the strange surface of the floor. The linebacker rises and drives a vicious fist down into the cornerback. His face recoils and the linebacker seizes the cornerback by the head, as thoughts race through his barbaric mind. His thoughts are clouded, but as his hands grip the skull of the cornerback, his fingers sink into the scalp and he begins to rip flesh from the skull. He discovers this to be somekind of new rush and begins to shred the cornerback's flesh and sling it into the thick darkness around him. He rips the skull from the spine and holds it in his hand and holds it so that glazing eyes stare at him. He takes his fingers and digs out those eyes and begins to tear the muscles from the skull. He even rips the bottom jaw from the skull and continues peeling away all signs of what used to be life. A frenzy of ripping and tearing and soon the linebacker stands triumphant, holding a bloody skull up to the bright light.
"And what were your thoughts, during this..." the eerie voice asks the breath heaving linebacker.
Your view is taken inside the left eye socket of the bloody skull, where brain activity is starting to fade, however there is still one last glimmer of life left, like a smoldering ash about to be blown out by the wind. It's last thoughts would become legendary.
"You traitor! I'll take your soul!" the cornerback's brain thought.
As the linebacker roars in triumph, all of a sudden he looks down at the skull in his hand. The surface of his skin seemed to be being drawn in where there once was a bottom jaw, as if the top row of bloody teeth were beginning to consume him. The linebacker tries to shove the skull from his hand, but it was too late. He shrieks with confusion and terror, as the consumption process takes his entire hand up to his wrist. The linebacker cannot believe his eyes, as the more the skull takes of him, the more of the skull returns. Oozing liquid begins to fill the bloody empty eye sockets and formed two moist white spheres, where soon light brown eyes begin to appear around forming black pupils.
"What the...." the linebacker cries, as the skull continues up to his elbow, muscle formations and a new bottom jaw beginning to form, as it progresses to his shoulder.
Once the skull is at the shoulder and has begun to reform skin, it's eyebrows sprouting hairs and crinkling in fury at the linebacker. It releases it's bite and drives right into the linebacker's chest with a bite with it's newly formed bottom jaw bone.
The linebacker staggers backwards in the blinding light, as the skull continues it's consumption, his chest being sunk into the jawline, as a spine begins to stretch out from the base of the skull and form rib cages, arm bones, hip bones, leg bones, and each bone that is formed begins to have muscle formations ooze into place, ligaments realigning themselves and skin beginning to ooze over the surface.
The linebackers torso is consumed as you can hear his spine snap in half and his arm is jutted out behind him, along with his legs at awkward angles. Soon, the linebacker is consumed and the newly formed skeleton rises, as all liquid oozing forms him into his former self. The cornerback exhales and the linebacker's soul seeps out. He graps it firmly with a muscle exposed hand, as skin begins to form over his fingers.
"You are complete." the eerie voice says. "Indeed, you are a Tempest. Now, you must decide where his soul must go."
Tempest looks down at the soul he has wrapped in his hand. He looks to the floor and a hole begins to open, burning red hot with the flames of hell. Millions of demons swim in the flames each screaming to be the first to torment this new soul. Tempest spikes the soul down through the hole opening and the demons consume it and drag it off, as the hole begins to close in upon itself and the ungodly screaming of hell's demons ceases in this already strange world.
"Your bloodline has shown to be superior over the centuries. Your forefathers before you. Now, you have passed your test. You are no longer a Tempest. You are now a Reaper."
The Reaper looks out towards the edge of darkness, where a dark robe enters the illuminated radius. The hood over his eyes conceals his face, but his own eyes cannot get past the glowing prismatic smoke for eyes this figure has.
"A new dawn has come. Legend of the prophecy is at hand. You must make sure this does not happen." the eerie voice behind those smoking prismatic eyes says.
"I will." the Reaper says.
"Then return to Earth." the eerie voice says. "Remember...a Reaper's work is never done."
"I will." the Reaper nods.
The robed figure waves his hand and suddenly the Reaper knew what to do. He turns and faces the thick darkness. He walks boldly and steps into it...
3"...OVER HERE!" a voice shouts.
Two fireman rush over to a dim flashlight beam and assist their fellow fireman. They peer into the twisted and ripped open school bus, there amongst the entanglement of killed teammates, cheerleaders and coaching staff, one stirs and holds up a bloody hand.
The fireman begins to wave the flashlight into the rainy night air.
"WE GOT ONE!" the fireman shouts.
One of the other two fireman begins to carefully enter what remains of the school bus, careful to step over the strewn remnants of the youthful dead.
"Easy, kid. We gonna get ya outta here." the fireman says, in a thick Texan accent.
The lone survivor's bloody hand trembles in the beam of the flashlight and the air that surrounds it.
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