So Scary- Power

Check out these tales of terror and read if you dare. And there will be more chills to come.

Note- These scary tales will not have an ending, but to let readers think what's going to happen next.

Note- These stories are rewritten into novel format. To check out the original series, click the links on my blog, Impersonator's Fan-Fic Library.

So Scary- Power

At the heart of the new millennium, the world powers were in turmoil. All the cities had been ravaged by wars and disease, and yet people were afraid to enter the building to confront the man, who was responsible for its destruction. There are those willing to fight this dangerous man, but many have known his true nature. That nature scared their hearts and souls to death.

The man who claimed to be dangerous, turned out to be a politician. A man of intelligence, wisdom, and has strong willpower to make anyone do his bidding. It was said that this man can control anyone in his distance, whether its near or far away.

The politician entered the office after having conversations with his twelve disciples in the other room. These disciples were once doctors, nurses, lawyers, and such other people with well-known careers. The politician had worked with them at the very start of the election years.

He stood near the window, looking at the soldiers, who were coming at his doorstep. He knew what they came here for.

A soldier called out to his men, and told them to wait for incoming orders. We can't fail this mission, thought the soldier, who was the main leader of the team. They tried everything to kill the politician. Everyday became its worst, and he began to grow so tired of it, that he could quit this mission, and escape before his own death.

But the soldier couldn't quit. Not like this, not even the fact that his men are risking their lives to battle the one-man army.

The men started to run and then stopped near the door. One of them placed a bomb on the door, and a few seconds later, the door blasted to smithereens. A group of five men went inside the building, while the others waited to see if the politician had any backup.

The bomber told them to move in separate locations of the building. They made out a plan to enter pathways towards the politician's office. That plan had been formulated years ago. The team have tried various ways to enter it.

The politician smiled, knowing that there was no way that these useless soldiers would dare to apprehend him, and even killing him wasn't the option.

A secretary came to his office. She told him that everything was set and ready to go. The ritual will take place once the sun falls down.

The politician turned towards the woman, and came over to her. He held her face, admiring the beauty of it. They had a mutual relationship during the election years. The woman knew his true nature. At first, she was scared of him, of what he might do to her, if she hadn't cooperated with him. But she grew fond of him at the very least.

They went together to join the disciples in the other room. This other room is where the ritual will take place. No one has to enter this room, and that the politician will make sure of it.

Every soldier who got separated, tried to intercept the politician and his wicked plans. But their will was controlled by the politician, and killed themselves with their own weapons.

The bomber arrived at this entrance. He saw the horror that laid on the floor. The leader would be devastated to hear their deaths. He called out to his main man, and told them what happened.

The leader had heard enough. He told his other men to wait, and decided to enter the building. The main floor seemed to be deserted, and yet he felt the fear coming to his senses. The politician might control him at any moment.

But at this moment, the bomber had mentioned that some ritual was going to take place in a room. So, the politician had to concentrate on whatever he was doing in there. The problem...the room was locked.

"I'll have to blast it, sir," the bomber said.

"Wait until I come there," the leader said. He hurried to the stairs, panting, and then stopped to see his dead men.

He almost puked when he came near them. The bomber waited for his orders. At times, he was impatient. But he learned the hard way, and the only way to kill the politician was to follow the leader's orders.

The leader decided to blast the door. Not a moment to lose. He couldn't risk taking too long to destroy the man. It's do or die.

The bomber placed the bomb on the door, waiting for the ticking sound to end. Then the door blasted, and the men entered the room. The politician, the secretary, and the disciples turned over to them.

One of the disciples held the dagger, and was about to stab the bomber. But the bomber managed to slip away from him. He took his army knife, and stabbed the the disciple's heart.

"NO!" The politician cried out. "We need him!"

The other disciples came over to help the injured one. They took him away from the soldiers.

The leader aimed the gun at the politician.

"You better stop this!" He said in a furious tone.

The politician laughed. "Can you?" he said with brutal confidence. "I don't think so."

The leader tried to shoot him, but couldn't. Then the bomber held the knife and stabbed the leader's heart.

The leader stared at the bomber with shock. But then, he knew he was being controlled by the politician's power.

"I'm...I'm sorry...sir," the bomber said in a sad tone.

The leader fell down on the floor. He tried to stand up, and shoot the politician before it was too late.

"Master," one of the disciples said. "He's dead." The disciple was recently stabbed by the bomber.

The politician sighed, wondering when these futile, murder attempts were going to stop.

"You!" The politician said, staring at the bomber. "You will be my new disciple."

The rest of the disciples were shocked to hear it. But they realized that they needed one more person to perform the ritual. Despite the fact that one of their brethren was dead, someone has to take over.

The politician used all his willpower to turn the bomber into one of his disciples. It wasn't easy. This was different because the disciples decided to follow the politician's path willingly.

The bomber stood in silence, and then came over to them. He looked at the secretary, who laid down on the stone slab. She had no clothes on.

"Now..." the politician said. "Let us begin." He took his black robe off, staring at his beautiful secretary.

The disciples began to chant their ancient words, along with the politician. The bomber still stood in silence. Somewhere in his mind, he wanted to be free from this unholy terror. The leader saw the ritual taking place until a few seconds later, he turned dead.

After a few chants, the disciples raised their hands, and shouted, "OH, HAIL DAMIEN! OH, HAIL DAMIEN! OH, HAIL DAMIEN!"

The politician's name was Damien Thorn. The secretary was about to give birth to new evil...the new Antichrist.

Next story- Monster Theater.

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