Legion_Drake

Legion a god amongst men or so the people thought, but he was a mere mortal. No mere mortal had defeated an army of Middle Eastern soldiers single handedly, survived three point blank gunshots to the head, and could rip off cars hood and use it as a frisbee. But can he save himself from Deaths cold hands, and from the hounds of Hell? Can Legion save the ones he loves from...

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Legions Life

Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. I try to open my eyes, but find out they are. I try to speak, but all that comes is a wheeze. I start to move forward about five minutes from just moving forward, I start to feel like I'm being pulled down by... hands.


"Oh shit not again!" I mentally scream. I feel grabbing, scratching, and tearing at my clothes and flesh. I try to scream, but the hands invade my mouth. I bite down as hard as I can, I taste a hot, gooey, and oddly coppery liquid slide down my tongue and fill my mouth. Blood. I instantly think and spit out the gooey coppery liquid, only to have more fingers enter my mouth. I feel like I'm being choked out of air.


I feel my lungs burning for oxygen, and the sulfuric smell burns my nostrils. Just as I'm about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, I see a ball of light bear down on all of us and it engulfs me wrenching me back to consciousness. I wake up panting and drenched in a cold sweat.


Wake Up