Essay About Chapter 1

Suddenly the growling was even more intense. It was menacing. Turning around thorough the glass window and darkness of night Caroline saw a pair of icy blue illuminating eyes staring back at her. Before she could calculate what was going on a large black wolf came through the glass window shattering it and a sharp pain dug in her neck and every thing went black.

Why do we speak of ‘basic” rather than “primitive” religions? We speak of basic religion because basic religion came from prehistory or are practiced in remote places. And elements of the basic religions are found to some degree in all religions. Basic religions represent the majority of the total religious experience of humankind. While primitive religion carries with it connotations of being backward, simple, even childlike. Christian or Muslim or Jew may tend to look down on these religions as being superstitious, uncivilized, or even savage. The term is misleading in suggesting that the religions of those peoples are somehow less complex than the religions of "advanced" societies.

“If you are Delta Squad, I’m your pilot who will get you to Venus," The engineer looking lady explains.

“What are we going to do, I mean we have to back and see what that noise was. I’m afraid that instead of creating a shield we have created a weapon”. Anton

He looked beastly, his fur lank and matted, resting against him like strings of straw. His eyes flashed with cruelty as he bit the pale skin of the boy who laid beneath him. Hansel let out an almighty scream, calling for his sister. Gretel, with the determination to save her brother, threw the now bloodied stick towards the vile animal, piercing it with the sharp edge. The wolf yelped, vulnerability now seeping through his veins. His lupine eyes widened in horror, stifling a deafening howl. His hind legs were frozen into place, so he crouched into a crawl and dragged himself across the cold arctic ground, clawing at the icy snow floor. Once more, a sharp pointed stick lunged at his fur filled chest, a dark shaped object latching onto him, striking his heart. His face fell to the ground, and his body laid there convulsing and twitching. The life in his eyes faded slowly until his iris merged with the whites and rolled upwards, leaving a vacant face and lifeless body on the frosty, solid

“Great, ascend to the battlegrounds with your telepathy power. By the way, your powers have been increased to Corporal levels, so you can fight however you please.”

Taloned hands grabbed him from behind, blood red nails digging into his flesh as Evelynn emerged from the shadows. She was far stronger than she looked, and forcibly turned his head to expose his thick neck. Her grasp was ice-cold, as if warm blood no longer flowed in her veins, and her fangs were inches from his jugular.

He reaches out and picks up his thirteen-inch kitchen knife, a chef’s companion. It seems to glimmer under the fluorescent lights. He extends his arm sharply and deliberately and buries at least four inches into Mayang’s throat. Her eyes grow to the size of golf balls bulging from her face. Her hands fly to her throat as she stumbles back, falling off the end of the blade. The sound of her incessant nagging is replaced with wet gulps for air. Blood pours down the front of Mayang with a few squirts escaping between her fingers every once in a while. As she stumbles back further, crossing the threshold into the living room Marcus walks forward matching her pace. Their gaze locked on one another. Mayang trips over the end table knocking it over and falls backward. The tables glass top shatters casting tiny shards across the room. Mayang tries to grab the couch to steady herself but collapses behind it leaving a swath of blood down the back. Her hands slowly release her neck and come to a rest at her side. Marcus kneels, straddling Mayang. watching as her eyes lose focus, her breathing slows, her throat fills with blood, and her body goes limp. Marcus looks on expressionless, slumped on top of her. He’s still for a moment longer before erupting in a fit of rage. He raises the knife above his head. Again, the heartbeat rises in his

"Maybe it's not really him. Maybe he is being controlled or something, we can't know for certain, Aiko." Danny said calmly, "we have to be able to beat him. And we may have to hurt him. I know neither of us want to. But, I don't think we get much of a choice."

Scars decorated the beast’s body, knife wounds extended down his arms. Bullet marks danced over his chest. His face, charred on one side, shrouded the right side of his skull. His legs, mutated, like someone had experimented on them, patches of metal sporadically covering his limb. His hair hung down the side of his head, stringy and greasy. He inched towards Carter, dragging a long club alongside him. The bat, covered in thick red, liquid. The poignant odor that was emitted from the mutation, caused Carter to choke. The appearance of the beast itself nearly made Carter retch. The blood on the stick, smelled metallic, and fresh from his last victim. As Carter turned to run, the unearthly beast leaped from its spot. Landing just behind Carter, the beast swung the baton. Carter wailed. Crack – the club penetrated his skull. Blood pouring from his scalp, splattered onto the beast as he turned away, leaving Carter’s motionless body on the floor. The beast limped away, out of sight – looking for his next

“The Bull-Man wheeled toward him, pawed to the ground again, and got ready to charge. He was fighting bull-man creature and it killed his mom. “Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. He fingers stretched, turning into talons. The jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn’t human”. A person he knew was not human she has after him and turned into a monster and fury. He had to fight many monsters and creatures in his quest.

“That weapon is super big! Doubt it’d just shoot at us, it’d destroy us. Besides, I can’t run, my likes are like freaking jelly!” Trevor replied melancholically.

"Could always be a lure.." She thought, considering the option that the boy was laying a trap in case she would come to investigate the sound. She would approach along the Exelios' right side, opposite of the cannon and began cycling through her weapons. She let go of the orb her left hand was controlling and tapped a few buttons on the holographic keyboard, her shield turning off momentarily as to not interfere with her handling of weapons.

"But what if they try and attack you when you're defenceless, what are you going to do them?" I let out a sigh before reaching out and grabbed Bucky who was pacing backwards and forwards, before pulling him onto my lap.

The crowbar hit its target. Dark hair flying behind Jade as she moved toward the thing trying to maul Dante, she slammed the crowbar with all her might into its back. The hooked edge wedged into its spine and she pulled...pulling hard with all her might!