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The Vorlan – Legend of Jale
The streets haven’t always been like it is now, it used to be full of life, and there were always people in the markets, in the shops and in the parks. Now the streets have less people and more danger, the markets are closed, the shops are boarded up and the parks are empty. Ever since they have come, ever since they have been here, the town will never be the same.
They first came in 1990, its 2003 now. Everyone is too scared to leave their homes, Once in a while they come inside your house, they are quiet, you don’t know they are there until its too late, they run the townspeople’s lives, there is no one here that can help, the army cant help, there is no hope, yet no one will give up on hope, no one will stop praying, the only thing they can do is pray, hope and die.
No one knows about this place unless they are in it, no one can leave, if you tried to leave you would have a fate worse then death, they would have you, they would use you, they would keep you alive while they play with your body in demonic ways. Once caught by one of those, it doesn’t matter who you are, how strong you are, you may as well be dead, and you’d wish you were.
When they first came to this town, Jale was only four years old, he was the first to witness what they have done and what they are capable of, what they did to his mother, they showed no mercy, they pinned her against the wall with rusty nails in her hands, they slowly cut her with their sharpened finger nails and they let the blood pour out into a rasif, the rasif was a gothic bowl, it was made with human bone and had carvings in another a language that could not be understood by many people, it was carvings that would preserve the blood for later use, the blood would stay warm and not cool, it kept the blood fresh. They kept her alive, the blood slowly and painfully dripped out of her, she was alive for every second of it and felt every drop of blood exiting her veins, they would not let her pass out from the pain, they kept her alive, in the cupboard Jale seen everything that happened to his mother, too scared to move, too scared to cry and too scared to sleep. When there was no blood left in her they chanted word of an ancient language, and it kept her alive a bit longer while they would cut her on her arms, legs, neck and everywhere else that would give her great pain.
When there was no life left in her and they did not want to waste their time, they jumped out the window and fell two stories and landed on their feet unharmed. Jale did not leave the cupboard until he knew they were not there.
Jale spent his life learning to fight them, he researched for many years until he found out what they were, the race were known as Vorlan, they have been on earth before man, they lived on animals, until man came.
They no longer kill to live, they live to kill, and they are only able to die if they are shot or stabbed in the neck. But when a Vorlan is killed, a screech from the body is spread into the air which only other Vorlan can hear, and any Vorlan that hears it will come for you and not alone, they do not stay alone, they stay in groups, this way if one was killed then the others would know. But the Vorlan are creatures of magic, if you kill a Vorlan you will not be able to die, you are invincible, nothing can kill you unless the blood of a Vorlan gets into your blood system, the blood of a Vorlan can kill anything, it is a poison that shuts down your organs slowly one by one. At the beginning of man, they used it for hunting. Vorlan blood-tipped arrows were the primary weapons for hunting, causing an instant kill to the prey, when cooked, and the blood becomes harmless.
The Vorlan stay in one place, as a huge clan, until the current town they are in has no use to them anymore, the towns they are in are used for Breeding, feeding and for somewhere to lay low for a while to give the humans time to multiply as to stop the human race being extinct, for these few years the Vorlan stay in hiding feeding off what they have collected from previous towns and kept safe for when they are in hiding.
Jale lived his life learning more, he stayed in an underground house he made when he was fifteen, he made it out of a pool that was in an abandoned house back garden, he covered the pool with wood, metal and mud so it is strong, waterproof and no one and nothing but himself knows it is there and you would not know it is there unless you seen him enter it.
Jale has been waiting for a moment, the moment in time when they are defenceless, when they are non-expecting and when he has the chance for revenge and to kill the vorlan race forever. This is not an easy quest, this quest takes time, energy and could end with him dead and if that happens, the hope for this town will be lost until someone else like Jale arises. This may not be for many years or maybe not even for millions of years but that might not happen as the human race is slowly being killed out by the Vorlan.
Jale was a tall man, he had fair skin and short blonde hair, he was strong and his arms were lined with muscles, he always wore his dark hooded cloak as to not get recognised, he has killed many Vorlan in the past and due to that, they have all wanted to find him, he is never safe when he is out of his home, there is always at least one Vorlan hunting him.
Jale walked to his dark room, as he was only 15 when he made his home it has not got any electricity in it, so he has no light except candle and fire light, he has to cook on his fire and drink rain water, but he has survived this long he can survive longer. He put his cloak on and his hood up, he opened his cupboard and it gave out a loud creak as if something was dying and he then looked inside, it had many swords in, some long, some short, some sharp and some blunt, he collected a long sword and took it out of its case, it was long, clean and sharp, he ran his hand over the blade and gripped the handle, he swung it in the air to test its speed, he loved the leather grip tighten against his hand and the way the blade soared swiftly through the air, he then returned it smoothly in its case.
He attached its case onto his belt around his waist, noticing that it brought very little weight to his body, turned and closed the cupboard. He went into the next cupboard, which was equal in size and was made from pieces of wood he found in the house garage years ago. In the cupboard there were many guns, from Pistols to Shotguns, he found them in farms, houses and shops, he took a pistol from the cupboard, it was in its brown leather holster, he drew it from the holster and aimed forward, he was happy with the feel of it and he checked the magazine, it was full, he took a few spare, full magazines from the cupboard and put them in his black jean pockets, taking out the empty magazines that were already in the deep cotton pocket. He returned the gun to the holster and attached it to his belt as it hung loosely, swaying when he moved.
Jale walked away from the cupboard and looked into a mirror that he had found in a woman’s bedroom in a house, it was rather dusty because of the state it had been in lately, the dents on the side showed that it had been badly treated. He looked at himself, he had his hood up and looked sinister with his huge devil like boots with metal lined around the sides and front, he pulled his cloak away from his waist to look at his weapons, he looked like someone you would not want to get in the way of, he had his sword on his left side, his pistol lay at his right side next to his dagger. He let his cloak fall back into its comfortable hanging and he walked towards his door. He unlocked his three bolts on his door and removed the wood that was stopping anyone from opening the door even if they did break the bolts. He opened the door and walked up the tight and steep stairs, he slightly opened the hatch at top of the stairs and looked around to see if there was anything about, it was safe, he climbed out of the hatch and closed it up, it was a rough, flat rock, and when it was over the hole it was locked into place and no one would believe it was a hatch.
Jale walked smoothly and carefully out of the garden and into the streets, it was day, its best to go out in the day, the Vorlan can see better in the dark, but that does not mean Jale has an advantage, the Vorlan are well adapted to the earth, their senses are more adapted then anything else on this planet, the only time they can not concentrate on you is if they can smell blood, if they smell blood they go straight to the source of the smell and you could just walk away safely. There was no wind, and no noise in the streets, it was not cold and not warm, the day was just like any other day, since they have come, there was not much difference in weather every day. It’s as if even the weather was frightened of the Vorlan. Jale got to a house where he was aware of where a child lived with his father, his mother was taken by the Vorlan when he was a couple of months old.
The house was small and cold; when he went into the house he could hear the same ringing he heard on the day his mother died, he could hear the Vorlan, fearing the worst, he pulled his gun out of its holster and crept silently towards where the smell of blood was strong in the air. He prepared to shoot, and a Vorlan heard, it jumped out of the door and he shot it straight in its neck.
The Vorlan looked just like any other of its species; it was skinny, thin and was black skinned and long pointed ears. Its teeth soaked in its own blood were showing, it was ready to bite him, it knew who he was, it wanted to kill him, not to use him for its twisted games. It had long arms and sharpened on the tips of his long thin fingers.
He then jumped into the room and there were three others, he shot two in the head and they fell to the floor and he shot the third in the neck and watched it fall dead on the floor, the two that he shot in the head started to get up, he put his gun away and drew his sword, with a swift slash the two Vorlan had their legs cut off, they could not move away. Jale looked over to the wall and saw the child’s father nailed to it; the man was pale and had not much blood left in his veins, Jale took his gun out of his holster and pried the nails out of the mans hands, Jale helped him to grip the gun, he aimed and pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out of the gun and into one the one of the Vorlan neck, there was a bright light and the rasif in front of the man started to spin, the blood came out and into the cut, the cut healed and the man opened his eyes and collapsed on the floor. Jale put him onto a chair and let him stay, He then gave the gun to the young boy, and he aimed and made him pull the trigger, the room flashed and the boy collapsed. Jale took them both and put them on his shoulders and ran home sticking to the shadows, luckily it was just around the corner, and he got into the home and put them down on his bed and let them rest.
A few hours later the man opened his eyes and got up off the bed, the movement woke his son up too; Jale was in the next room sharpening his blades, the man came up to him and said with a tired but thankful voice “Thank you for saving us, I don’t believe we met, my name is Chris and my son is Will” Jale looked into his eyes and replied “Im Jale, and saving you was nothing”. Chris looked around and said “So where are we? How could a young man such as yourself kill that many of them things?" Jale looked down and kept sharpening his blade and said to him “Them things are called Vorlan, and that wasn’t many of them, there were only four of them in your house, there are many more to be slain, this is my home, we are safe here”
Chris felt his chest where the cut was and felt nothing, “What happened to my chest, where is the cut?”. Jale looked up at him and smiled, “When I made you shoot the Vorlan, you killed it, they can only be killed if you stab or shoot them in the neck, and if you kill a Vorlan you will become invincible to anything except being poisoned by Vorlan blood. Your son also shot one”
Chris smiled and said in a shocked voice “wow! Thanks so much, maybe I can help you in doing what you do?”
Jale said, “Do you know how to fight? Shoot a gun? Use a sword?”
Chris replied in a embarrassed tone, “No, but I can learn”
Jale replied “For your protection and mine you will have to stay here at all times, do not leave here, if you do then you can be killed, you and your son are now being hunted by the Vorlan, as am I”
Chris said “We must find somewhere safer then here”
Jale replied, “Did you know this place was here? I have lived here for years, and I have never been bothered, don’t make much noise and don’t leave the place and they won’t know we are here”
Jale got up and he walked over to the cupboard and put his sword away that he had just sharpened. He then opened the gun cupboard and took a gun out, it appeared to be a very simple little gun, it was his training gun, it shoots plastic bullets, but it is just as realistic as a normal gun, he gave it to Chris and he took him to another room, he opened a cupboard and inside there was a Vorlan, hanging up dead, the blood still pouring down from the neck, dripping off of the grey feet that were motionless, he showed him where to shoot to kill, where to shoot to knock one out and other details about the Vorlan, he told him to stand back and keep aiming and shooting, do this all day today and he will show him sword fighting tomorrow all day and then the next day it will be guns and then the next swords and this routine will carry on until he is good enough to fight the Vorlan with him.
Jale went into the living room to cook some meat on the fire when he heard some loud bangs above him, it was Vorlan on the roof, there must be at least 10 of them, that is too much to fight when there is currently a child in the room, they could easily kill Will and probably Chris as well, Jale stopped Chris from shooting and told them both to not move and not talk and breathe slowly and quietly, the Vorlan will know they are here if there are any noises. Chris looked at the door and made sure it was bolted, he slowly pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed at the door in case the came through knowing he was here.
He heard a loud screech and he looked up, it was a Vorlan calling for others, they knew he was here, He double checked the bolted door and grabbed another pistol from cupboard and put it onto his belt, He grabbed Will and kicked a bit of the wall, it opened and he got Will to crawl in, it was a hiding place, he grabbed another gun and gave it to Chris and they both crawled into the hole and closed it up, there was no sign of the hole, it was a hot, dark place, if they lit a fire so they could see then it would be too hot and it would use all the oxygen. They hoped they were safe; they could just wait until the Vorlan were gone.
There was a loud bang on the door and screeches, the metal bolts had broken and the door fell to the ground, a huge group of Vorlan jumped through the door and covered the room tearing it to parts with their claws, they filled the room and smashed everything around the room, pulling up the bed and turning over the cupboards, they could not find anything. One came close to the hole they were in; if Jale had wanted to he could stick his sword through the wall and into one. Jale started to crawl backwards deeper into the hole, Chris and Will followed, after a few minutes of quick and silent crawling they got to a box that was on the wall, he opened it up and there was a button, he pressed the button and inside his home spikes around the room came out of the walls, all around the walls, from top to bottom of each bit, before the Vorlan knew what was happening the spikes flew out everywhere, every single Vorlan was massacred.
They crawled back to the hole entrance and opened it, the Vorlan were all on the floor dead, he found his weapons and collected them all together, with Chris and Will to help they carried the weapons out and into the house nearby.
Jale explained that since the blood in his home is everywhere the Vorlan will all come there now, and they would not take notice of them in the house.
He watched out the window and seen a rush from in the hills nearby, it was Vorlan, there were hundreds, there couldn’t be many left in the hill, he went into the basement of the house where he had stashed his backpack which had explosives inside, he put the backpack on, it was heavy but he could deal with it. He jumped onto the motorbike which was also in the house; he told Chris and Will that if they make no sudden movements and no sound then they will be safe while he is gone.
While Jale was on his way to the hills he seen many Vorlan jumping about, fighting over who is going to drink the most blood and who will have Jale as their dinner, He stayed off the roads so he would not be seen, got to the hill and waited until all of the Vorlan were out. After a few minutes of waiting and watching many Vorlan speed past him, he entered the hill, he found their hide out, it was dark and there was blood everywhere, the bodies of the tortured humans were everywhere, the Vorlan were heartless creatures, there was a strong smell of the blood and rotting corpses, and wherever he stood there was blood under his boots, he got his gun out and heard a snarl, he turned around and shot, a Vorlan fell dead on the floor, he crept into a room with light, there was a Vorlan inside, bigger then the rest, it turned round and Jale was amazed at its size, he stepped back and the Vorlan grabbed him, it hit him across the room and the force knocked the guns from his hands. He got up and it was already next to him, it dug its nails into his chest and he winced in pain. He pulled the sword from its case and cut the hand from the Vorlan, as the crimson coloured blood showered, it fell back in pain. He got up and pulled its nails out from inside him. Realising this is it, what he has been waiting all these years for, he could kill the Vorlan, he ran towards the Vorlan with the sword in the air above his head, he jumped towards the creature and drove the sword into its head, the Vorlan was knocked out. While the Vorlan was unconscious he cut its hands and feet clean off so it could not get him, he put bombs all around the lair, He collected sharp objects from all around the place and put them onto the bombs, when the bombs explode the sharp objects would be thrown everywhere and could kill or at least knockout all of the Vorlan. He lit a torch with his lighter so he could use it to explore the bombs, he put it down and woke the Vorlan up, he then waited for it to notice him, he then drove his knife into its neck, it screamed and the room lit up, he had just killed the Vorlan leader, all of the Vorlan will be coming quicker then they did when they caught the scent of the blood. He ran towards the entrance of the lair and grabbed the torch, Vorlan were already close, he hid behind some bushes quietly, they all gathered into to lair.
When all the Vorlan were in the lair he went into the entrance and looked at the bomb, he couldn’t mess this up; he had to blow them up. He aimed for the bomb and threw the torch at it. As he let it fly from his hands he had a pain in his arm, a Vorlan stabbed his arm with its nails, he pulled his gun from the holster and shot at it, it died and he ran towards the torch, he grabbed it and all he could do was sacrifice himself otherwise they would kill him before he could kill them. Jale launched himself onto the bomb and without a second to spare the bomb exploded and the lair was gone along with the Vorlan. No one knew who killed the Vorlan, Jale was never known, he had no family or friends and Chris and Will were slaughtered in the house that day. Jale had devoted his life to doing what he did, and he succeeded. It’s said that he is sometimes sighted, he is trapped between two worlds, life and death, he was invincible but after what happened nothing could have survived, but he couldn’t have died either. The only thing anyone can be sure of is that he will always be remembered, the stories Chris and Will told.
By Jordan Smith
The Vorlan – Legend of Jale
The streets haven’t always been like it is now, it used to be full of life, and there were always people in the markets, in the shops and in the parks. Now the streets have less people and more danger, the markets are closed, the shops are boarded up and the parks are empty. Ever since they have come, ever since they have been here, the town will never be the same.
They first came in 1990, its 2003 now. Everyone is too scared to leave their homes, Once in a while they come inside your house, they are quiet, you don’t know they are there until its too late, they run the townspeople’s lives, there is no one here that can help, the army cant help, there is no hope, yet no one will give up on hope, no one will stop praying, the only thing they can do is pray, hope and die.
No one knows about this place unless they are in it, no one can leave, if you tried to leave you would have a fate worse then death, they would have you, they would use you, they would keep you alive while they play with your body in demonic ways. Once caught by one of those, it doesn’t matter who you are, how strong you are, you may as well be dead, and you’d wish you were.
When they first came to this town, Jale was only four years old, he was the first to witness what they have done and what they are capable of, what they did to his mother, they showed no mercy, they pinned her against the wall with rusty nails in her hands, they slowly cut her with their sharpened finger nails and they let the blood pour out into a rasif, the rasif was a gothic bowl, it was made with human bone and had carvings in another a language that could not be understood by many people, it was carvings that would preserve the blood for later use, the blood would stay warm and not cool, it kept the blood fresh. They kept her alive, the blood slowly and painfully dripped out of her, she was alive for every second of it and felt every drop of blood exiting her veins, they would not let her pass out from the pain, they kept her alive, in the cupboard Jale seen everything that happened to his mother, too scared to move, too scared to cry and too scared to sleep. When there was no blood left in her they chanted word of an ancient language, and it kept her alive a bit longer while they would cut her on her arms, legs, neck and everywhere else that would give her great pain.
When there was no life left in her and they did not want to waste their time, they jumped out the window and fell two stories and landed on their feet unharmed. Jale did not leave the cupboard until he knew they were not there.
Jale spent his life learning to fight them, he researched for many years until he found out what they were, the race were known as Vorlan, they have been on earth before man, they lived on animals, until man came.
They no longer kill to live, they live to kill, and they are only able to die if they are shot or stabbed in the neck. But when a Vorlan is killed, a screech from the body is spread into the air which only other Vorlan can hear, and any Vorlan that hears it will come for you and not alone, they do not stay alone, they stay in groups, this way if one was killed then the others would know. But the Vorlan are creatures of magic, if you kill a Vorlan you will not be able to die, you are invincible, nothing can kill you unless the blood of a Vorlan gets into your blood system, the blood of a Vorlan can kill anything, it is a poison that shuts down your organs slowly one by one. At the beginning of man, they used it for hunting. Vorlan blood-tipped arrows were the primary weapons for hunting, causing an instant kill to the prey, when cooked, and the blood becomes harmless.
The Vorlan stay in one place, as a huge clan, until the current town they are in has no use to them anymore, the towns they are in are used for Breeding, feeding and for somewhere to lay low for a while to give the humans time to multiply as to stop the human race being extinct, for these few years the Vorlan stay in hiding feeding off what they have collected from previous towns and kept safe for when they are in hiding.
Jale lived his life learning more, he stayed in an underground house he made when he was fifteen, he made it out of a pool that was in an abandoned house back garden, he covered the pool with wood, metal and mud so it is strong, waterproof and no one and nothing but himself knows it is there and you would not know it is there unless you seen him enter it.
Jale has been waiting for a moment, the moment in time when they are defenceless, when they are non-expecting and when he has the chance for revenge and to kill the vorlan race forever. This is not an easy quest, this quest takes time, energy and could end with him dead and if that happens, the hope for this town will be lost until someone else like Jale arises. This may not be for many years or maybe not even for millions of years but that might not happen as the human race is slowly being killed out by the Vorlan.
Jale was a tall man, he had fair skin and short blonde hair, he was strong and his arms were lined with muscles, he always wore his dark hooded cloak as to not get recognised, he has killed many Vorlan in the past and due to that, they have all wanted to find him, he is never safe when he is out of his home, there is always at least one Vorlan hunting him.
Jale walked to his dark room, as he was only 15 when he made his home it has not got any electricity in it, so he has no light except candle and fire light, he has to cook on his fire and drink rain water, but he has survived this long he can survive longer. He put his cloak on and his hood up, he opened his cupboard and it gave out a loud creak as if something was dying and he then looked inside, it had many swords in, some long, some short, some sharp and some blunt, he collected a long sword and took it out of its case, it was long, clean and sharp, he ran his hand over the blade and gripped the handle, he swung it in the air to test its speed, he loved the leather grip tighten against his hand and the way the blade soared swiftly through the air, he then returned it smoothly in its case.
He attached its case onto his belt around his waist, noticing that it brought very little weight to his body, turned and closed the cupboard. He went into the next cupboard, which was equal in size and was made from pieces of wood he found in the house garage years ago. In the cupboard there were many guns, from Pistols to Shotguns, he found them in farms, houses and shops, he took a pistol from the cupboard, it was in its brown leather holster, he drew it from the holster and aimed forward, he was happy with the feel of it and he checked the magazine, it was full, he took a few spare, full magazines from the cupboard and put them in his black jean pockets, taking out the empty magazines that were already in the deep cotton pocket. He returned the gun to the holster and attached it to his belt as it hung loosely, swaying when he moved.
Jale walked away from the cupboard and looked into a mirror that he had found in a woman’s bedroom in a house, it was rather dusty because of the state it had been in lately, the dents on the side showed that it had been badly treated. He looked at himself, he had his hood up and looked sinister with his huge devil like boots with metal lined around the sides and front, he pulled his cloak away from his waist to look at his weapons, he looked like someone you would not want to get in the way of, he had his sword on his left side, his pistol lay at his right side next to his dagger. He let his cloak fall back into its comfortable hanging and he walked towards his door. He unlocked his three bolts on his door and removed the wood that was stopping anyone from opening the door even if they did break the bolts. He opened the door and walked up the tight and steep stairs, he slightly opened the hatch at top of the stairs and looked around to see if there was anything about, it was safe, he climbed out of the hatch and closed it up, it was a rough, flat rock, and when it was over the hole it was locked into place and no one would believe it was a hatch.
Jale walked smoothly and carefully out of the garden and into the streets, it was day, its best to go out in the day, the Vorlan can see better in the dark, but that does not mean Jale has an advantage, the Vorlan are well adapted to the earth, their senses are more adapted then anything else on this planet, the only time they can not concentrate on you is if they can smell blood, if they smell blood they go straight to the source of the smell and you could just walk away safely. There was no wind, and no noise in the streets, it was not cold and not warm, the day was just like any other day, since they have come, there was not much difference in weather every day. It’s as if even the weather was frightened of the Vorlan. Jale got to a house where he was aware of where a child lived with his father, his mother was taken by the Vorlan when he was a couple of months old.
The house was small and cold; when he went into the house he could hear the same ringing he heard on the day his mother died, he could hear the Vorlan, fearing the worst, he pulled his gun out of its holster and crept silently towards where the smell of blood was strong in the air. He prepared to shoot, and a Vorlan heard, it jumped out of the door and he shot it straight in its neck.
The Vorlan looked just like any other of its species; it was skinny, thin and was black skinned and long pointed ears. Its teeth soaked in its own blood were showing, it was ready to bite him, it knew who he was, it wanted to kill him, not to use him for its twisted games. It had long arms and sharpened on the tips of his long thin fingers.
He then jumped into the room and there were three others, he shot two in the head and they fell to the floor and he shot the third in the neck and watched it fall dead on the floor, the two that he shot in the head started to get up, he put his gun away and drew his sword, with a swift slash the two Vorlan had their legs cut off, they could not move away. Jale looked over to the wall and saw the child’s father nailed to it; the man was pale and had not much blood left in his veins, Jale took his gun out of his holster and pried the nails out of the mans hands, Jale helped him to grip the gun, he aimed and pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out of the gun and into one the one of the Vorlan neck, there was a bright light and the rasif in front of the man started to spin, the blood came out and into the cut, the cut healed and the man opened his eyes and collapsed on the floor. Jale put him onto a chair and let him stay, He then gave the gun to the young boy, and he aimed and made him pull the trigger, the room flashed and the boy collapsed. Jale took them both and put them on his shoulders and ran home sticking to the shadows, luckily it was just around the corner, and he got into the home and put them down on his bed and let them rest.
A few hours later the man opened his eyes and got up off the bed, the movement woke his son up too; Jale was in the next room sharpening his blades, the man came up to him and said with a tired but thankful voice “Thank you for saving us, I don’t believe we met, my name is Chris and my son is Will” Jale looked into his eyes and replied “Im Jale, and saving you was nothing”. Chris looked around and said “So where are we? How could a young man such as yourself kill that many of them things?" Jale looked down and kept sharpening his blade and said to him “Them things are called Vorlan, and that wasn’t many of them, there were only four of them in your house, there are many more to be slain, this is my home, we are safe here”
Chris felt his chest where the cut was and felt nothing, “What happened to my chest, where is the cut?”. Jale looked up at him and smiled, “When I made you shoot the Vorlan, you killed it, they can only be killed if you stab or shoot them in the neck, and if you kill a Vorlan you will become invincible to anything except being poisoned by Vorlan blood. Your son also shot one”
Chris smiled and said in a shocked voice “wow! Thanks so much, maybe I can help you in doing what you do?”
Jale said, “Do you know how to fight? Shoot a gun? Use a sword?”
Chris replied in a embarrassed tone, “No, but I can learn”
Jale replied “For your protection and mine you will have to stay here at all times, do not leave here, if you do then you can be killed, you and your son are now being hunted by the Vorlan, as am I”
Chris said “We must find somewhere safer then here”
Jale replied, “Did you know this place was here? I have lived here for years, and I have never been bothered, don’t make much noise and don’t leave the place and they won’t know we are here”
Jale got up and he walked over to the cupboard and put his sword away that he had just sharpened. He then opened the gun cupboard and took a gun out, it appeared to be a very simple little gun, it was his training gun, it shoots plastic bullets, but it is just as realistic as a normal gun, he gave it to Chris and he took him to another room, he opened a cupboard and inside there was a Vorlan, hanging up dead, the blood still pouring down from the neck, dripping off of the grey feet that were motionless, he showed him where to shoot to kill, where to shoot to knock one out and other details about the Vorlan, he told him to stand back and keep aiming and shooting, do this all day today and he will show him sword fighting tomorrow all day and then the next day it will be guns and then the next swords and this routine will carry on until he is good enough to fight the Vorlan with him.
Jale went into the living room to cook some meat on the fire when he heard some loud bangs above him, it was Vorlan on the roof, there must be at least 10 of them, that is too much to fight when there is currently a child in the room, they could easily kill Will and probably Chris as well, Jale stopped Chris from shooting and told them both to not move and not talk and breathe slowly and quietly, the Vorlan will know they are here if there are any noises. Chris looked at the door and made sure it was bolted, he slowly pulled his gun out of its holster and pointed at the door in case the came through knowing he was here.
He heard a loud screech and he looked up, it was a Vorlan calling for others, they knew he was here, He double checked the bolted door and grabbed another pistol from cupboard and put it onto his belt, He grabbed Will and kicked a bit of the wall, it opened and he got Will to crawl in, it was a hiding place, he grabbed another gun and gave it to Chris and they both crawled into the hole and closed it up, there was no sign of the hole, it was a hot, dark place, if they lit a fire so they could see then it would be too hot and it would use all the oxygen. They hoped they were safe; they could just wait until the Vorlan were gone.
There was a loud bang on the door and screeches, the metal bolts had broken and the door fell to the ground, a huge group of Vorlan jumped through the door and covered the room tearing it to parts with their claws, they filled the room and smashed everything around the room, pulling up the bed and turning over the cupboards, they could not find anything. One came close to the hole they were in; if Jale had wanted to he could stick his sword through the wall and into one. Jale started to crawl backwards deeper into the hole, Chris and Will followed, after a few minutes of quick and silent crawling they got to a box that was on the wall, he opened it up and there was a button, he pressed the button and inside his home spikes around the room came out of the walls, all around the walls, from top to bottom of each bit, before the Vorlan knew what was happening the spikes flew out everywhere, every single Vorlan was massacred.
They crawled back to the hole entrance and opened it, the Vorlan were all on the floor dead, he found his weapons and collected them all together, with Chris and Will to help they carried the weapons out and into the house nearby.
Jale explained that since the blood in his home is everywhere the Vorlan will all come there now, and they would not take notice of them in the house.
He watched out the window and seen a rush from in the hills nearby, it was Vorlan, there were hundreds, there couldn’t be many left in the hill, he went into the basement of the house where he had stashed his backpack which had explosives inside, he put the backpack on, it was heavy but he could deal with it. He jumped onto the motorbike which was also in the house; he told Chris and Will that if they make no sudden movements and no sound then they will be safe while he is gone.
While Jale was on his way to the hills he seen many Vorlan jumping about, fighting over who is going to drink the most blood and who will have Jale as their dinner, He stayed off the roads so he would not be seen, got to the hill and waited until all of the Vorlan were out. After a few minutes of waiting and watching many Vorlan speed past him, he entered the hill, he found their hide out, it was dark and there was blood everywhere, the bodies of the tortured humans were everywhere, the Vorlan were heartless creatures, there was a strong smell of the blood and rotting corpses, and wherever he stood there was blood under his boots, he got his gun out and heard a snarl, he turned around and shot, a Vorlan fell dead on the floor, he crept into a room with light, there was a Vorlan inside, bigger then the rest, it turned round and Jale was amazed at its size, he stepped back and the Vorlan grabbed him, it hit him across the room and the force knocked the guns from his hands. He got up and it was already next to him, it dug its nails into his chest and he winced in pain. He pulled the sword from its case and cut the hand from the Vorlan, as the crimson coloured blood showered, it fell back in pain. He got up and pulled its nails out from inside him. Realising this is it, what he has been waiting all these years for, he could kill the Vorlan, he ran towards the Vorlan with the sword in the air above his head, he jumped towards the creature and drove the sword into its head, the Vorlan was knocked out. While the Vorlan was unconscious he cut its hands and feet clean off so it could not get him, he put bombs all around the lair, He collected sharp objects from all around the place and put them onto the bombs, when the bombs explode the sharp objects would be thrown everywhere and could kill or at least knockout all of the Vorlan. He lit a torch with his lighter so he could use it to explore the bombs, he put it down and woke the Vorlan up, he then waited for it to notice him, he then drove his knife into its neck, it screamed and the room lit up, he had just killed the Vorlan leader, all of the Vorlan will be coming quicker then they did when they caught the scent of the blood. He ran towards the entrance of the lair and grabbed the torch, Vorlan were already close, he hid behind some bushes quietly, they all gathered into to lair.
When all the Vorlan were in the lair he went into the entrance and looked at the bomb, he couldn’t mess this up; he had to blow them up. He aimed for the bomb and threw the torch at it. As he let it fly from his hands he had a pain in his arm, a Vorlan stabbed his arm with its nails, he pulled his gun from the holster and shot at it, it died and he ran towards the torch, he grabbed it and all he could do was sacrifice himself otherwise they would kill him before he could kill them. Jale launched himself onto the bomb and without a second to spare the bomb exploded and the lair was gone along with the Vorlan. No one knew who killed the Vorlan, Jale was never known, he had no family or friends and Chris and Will were slaughtered in the house that day. Jale had devoted his life to doing what he did, and he succeeded. It’s said that he is sometimes sighted, he is trapped between two worlds, life and death, he was invincible but after what happened nothing could have survived, but he couldn’t have died either. The only thing anyone can be sure of is that he will always be remembered, the stories Chris and Will told.
By Jordan Smith
