Dark Creations: Hell on Earth (Part 5) Read Online Free Page B

it was over, but it’s not.  It’s just begun.”

    Chapter 3
     
    It had taken Franklin Terzni a while to figure out who he was.  But not before deciding who he was not.  He was not the late Dr. Franklin Terzini.  He was not interested in slowly edging out the human species little by little through the gradual introduction of gentle creations and the eventual procreation that would birth more like them.  He believed subtlety was for cowards.  He intended to take humankind by brute force. 
    He also took exception with idiotic designations such as the one his predecessor had maintained.  Doctor , what a joke!  He did not and would never possess a title as pedestrian as “doctor.”  He did not understand the esteem associated with an accolade earned at an educational institute run by lowly humans.  It seemed contradictory really, higher learning for humans.  What was the point?  They could only go so far, learn so much with the sliver of brain mass they actually utilized.  That, and the flood of tiresome emotions they compelled themselves to muddle through endlessly, made for an utter waste of time in his opinion.  He was not medical personnel, a university degree holder, a Roman Catholic theologian, a teacher or a fixer of things broken.  Therefore, he would never call himself Dr . Terzini. The thought revolted him, in fact.  No, he was something far grander than a doctor.  He was the lord of the new human race, and therefore would be known from now until the end of time as Lord Terzini.
    Lord Terzini was a veritable God on Earth, and his name needed to reflect it.
    As he watched his drones decimate the small town of Taft in Cook County Minnesota, his thoughts centered on his master plan.  Of course he was enjoying the show before him, relishing in his finest team sacking a house in a remote neighborhood near Lake Wellington.  It was the first house they’d attacked in the sleepy town.  He had to be present for the first, adored the shock and the horror that accompanied it.  This one would be no different.  He and his team had picked a family of four, a mother and father with their two sons, one of the many families in Taft that had been chosen on this night.  They would be the opening act.  And from the sound of it, the inaugural entertainment had just begun. 
    Several screams tore through the otherwise silent night.  Most would have shivered at the bloodcurdling sound, would have instinctively felt the urge to help their fellow man. He did not want to help.  The tortured cries aroused something indescribable inside of him.  He wondered whether it was pride that had surged, pride mixed with excitement and euphoria.  He wished he could be there , inside the house, and see the family suffer.  He wished he could watch them beg and plead for mercy, only to be denied it.  But he knew he was far too valuable to risk on the front lines of their war.  So he was forced to remain, perched as he was, high on a hill sitting on the hood of his Hummer, and watch as flashes of light inside the darkened house signified the end to one human life at a time. 
    When the fourth burst of light flashed, he assumed his creations had possession of the house.  He was about to climb back inside his vehicle, but paused at the sight of something unexpected.  A boy slid from a second-story bedroom window then down the rooftop beneath it to the ground below.  He knew he and his group had brought along their Hunters, that they prowled the perimeter anxiously awaiting action.  They circled around him, stalking and threatening, until a beam of light sliced through the darkness and illuminated the boy’s features.  The light poured from the window he’d slid from.  Dark silhouettes crowded it and another cry sounded.  He guessed the cry belonged to the boy’s mother and he had to stop himself from breaking into applause for his team’s penchant for new and unique ways to torment humans.  After all, what better