THE DOOM SEEKER

  PART ONE:

  DOOM’S ARRIVAL

  Darkness falls, towns feel the strain, winds shift, clouds are heavy, the sun is dim, anger stews, jealously grows, disruption stirs, words are hateful, feelings fragile, storms are brewing, death is not far behind, fire strikes, the bullets hit, sorry flows, redemption is fleeting, anger is winning, and evil prevails, towns fall, people disperse, and the fire that can never be satisfied or extinguished claims victory.

  “ Evil is always its own story teller and the heroes of the dark never die.”

  INTRODUCTORY

  DOOM SEEKERS

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  The quietness of the house increased the unsettling feeling inside the nerve-racking creaking of the wooden floor exaggerated the overwhelming spookiness inside the hallway. Shurley Cole held her flashlight in her left hand as it rested on top of her right hand above her gun. She sucked in a deep breath as she took another step down the hallway cautiously moving her flashlight side to side searching, trying to understand what had happen here .

  As Shurley stepped slowly into the kitchen she almost tripped over Hank's lifeless body. Without needing to check for a pulse the sheriff already could see that there was no life in him. She moved forward walking unto the dark dining- room hanging on to her suspicion to be very careful. Three steps forward she found Hazel's bloody body laying of the old wooden floor lifeless just like Hank.

  Shurley held her breath for a second stabilizing her thoughts trying hard to figure out exactly what was going on in her town. Red and blue burst on to the lawn in front of the small white frame house while Shurley stood surveying the scene before her. She could feel the dark blanket of evil draping it's veil over the town of Hershel. As sure as she was the chief sheriff of the town, she knew this violence was only the beginning to a demonic power that had seeped into every layer of life, home, street, business and church.

  This wicked night had landed, how long and to what depth of death and destruction would be left behind was unfathomable. All the good would sour as only emptiness and sorrow would be left behind the flames of doom would consume all good elements of this town's life until nothing remained.

  So, it had begun again as the black sleek Royal Royce found its way into the town's center. The master had sent his greatest warrior in the darks’ quiet of the night where all evil was begins.

  THE DOOM SEEKERS

  CHAPTER ONE

  “ He who brings the gift of light bears no evil, therefore be wise in your choice of masters, for one leads to the kingdom of heaven, and one to the gates of destruction"

  The black Royals Royce was not noticeable in the dark of night. Here he was again, another unknown smalltown nowhere in a nameless county that no one had even heard of. His assignment had brought him all the way to somewhere Oklahoma which was just another small city that no one within a hundred miles cared about.

  He sat peering out the tinted window of the car feeling the weight of the hundreds of years past. How many of these exact, same stupid nowhere towns had he visited? Was any of this making a difference for his master? He thought about the long years of his service and what it had cost him, once again, he would insert himself into the town's soul and there he would begin to release the real layers of what was hidden beneath each person's actual heart.

  All these lonely years with only his nameless driver who had traveled the same centuries that Leland had. They had crossed America north to south, east to west and no matter how many times a town like this fell the people would always gather themselves up and rebuild.

  He wondered at what point his service would be ended, was there a finish to his service or was he himself doomed to peel apart the very fabric of what might be left of his human soul? All he could do was to give the instruction for his nameless driver to head out to their next destination.

  Another dark night wrapped in human disparity with good vs evil waging war on the very nature of life. How this all ended, Leland could not say, but he knew this one for sure, he would yet again pour doubt, hate, and the cheating nature down upon a city that was so unexpecting the depth of his master's darkness to cover them like a steel blanket. There was an

  old saying, Hell has no fury like a woman's scorn, unless it was his master who had been scorn, then hell was the fury."

  It was no longer a matter of enjoyment, it was only a matter of duty and task. He sat for a long minute looking at the nice hotel that resembled every other hotel in nowhere town of Oklahoma. So many towns, so much destruction and too many miles up and down the same highways to every state only to end up in the same place for the same exact reason,

  Of late Leland had begun to ask himself if any of this really mattered. He had been on this road of confusion, trickery and foolish choices for centuries or so it seemed. Yet, here he was again arriving at a place of nowhere for master's pleasure. Leland let out a long, tired breath and exited the car. His unnamed driver exited as well walking around to the truck to remove Leland's luggage.

  How strange the he and his black driver traveled across the width of America without ever speaking a word. He had come to despise the silence as it was only another reminder of his isolated life as it was. After residing himself to his assignment he walked into the dreary hotel and asked for a room, " Evening. I'd like a room please." He said he forced politeness.

  Becca was the young receptionist at the hotel who as a general rule loved everyone. For her she believed that all people had a good side and even when someone acted out, they always could redeem themselves. She was a lovely Twenty-Three-year-old who had grown up in Hershel where she had met and married her high school sweet heart Troy. Funny thing this night for the first time in her entire life Becca without reason altered her belief that all people were basically good, her first meeting of Leland had given her cool chills and her senses were warning her of a danger unseen. She would be deadly spot on for sensing him as a problem.

  In less than a month from now all hell would start breaking out and every evil, unpleasant feeling she was having would only increase expeditiously.