Free The APOCs Virus by Alex Myers Page B

bastard, I'll kill you with my bare hands!"  The nameless man scrambled on top of the creature and began to strangle it.  
     With lightning-fast speed the creature brought both hands up and caught the man under the chin.  His tongue was caught between his teeth right before they shattered.  Both hands shot up to grasp his bleeding mouth.  The creature rolled opposite and was back on his feet.  He ignored the cameraman and gave his assailant all the attention he asked for and more.  The thing placed its long claws on its temples and shrieked a piercing wail. 
    One - handed he picked the man up by his neck and held him at arm's length.  He began to squeeze harder and blood began to trickle from the man's mouth and eyes.  He threw him into the wall.  The man slid down until he was sitting on the ground with his legs splayed in front of him.  Amazingly, the man was still conscious. 
     "Kill me," the man pleaded with half a tongue and smashed front teeth.  "Everything I had to live for is gone.  Kill me please," he begged. 
    "Oh contraire, Robes Pierre," the monster said regaining its composure.  "Not I, not yet, I have somebody I want you to see first." 
    "Daddy?" a small boy said making his way around the creature. 
    "Honey?" a woman with the boy said. 
    What happened next was fast, furious, and frenzied. The woman and the boy rushed to the man's opened arms.  The woman went for his neck and the boy ducked under his arm.  The woman turned her face to the camera, blood dripping from her face.  The boy was biting the soft flesh under the man's arm.  
    The creature stared in obvious delight as the man gave up without a struggle.  In fact, there was almost a look of ecstasy on his face.  The sight of the blood and the feeding of the woman and child were too much of a good thing for the creature to pass up.  It bent down on its haunches, grabbed the man's leg just above his ankle and right below his knee.  Exerting inhuman force it snapped the man's appendage like a dry twig.  He tore the top layer of skin apart as he pried with his hands.  He put one end of the man's leg into his mouth and sucked on it as if it were a giant human straw.  For the second time in as many minutes a look of ecstasy passed over someone's face—it was the creature's, this time. 
    Wayne, the cameraman, must have come to his senses as the shot suddenly lost focus, and he began to run. 
    The next shot was a freeze-frame of the creature with the man's leg in his mouth and super - imposed was: 
     Help Reverend Swanson fight the Apocs. 
     Send your contributions to: 
     APOC 
     C/O Church of the Glorified God 
     5544 Greenwich Road 
     Suite 95  
     Virginia Beach, VA 23465 
     Or use your VISA or MasterCard at:  
     1 - 800 - END - APOC 
      The screen faded to black.  
     
    The opulent table in the conference room of the Glorified Church of God was carefully carved from dark cherry wood.  The knot on Reverend Ira Swanson's tie was equally impressive. The tight - tied Windsor knot was tied giving special attention that the patterns keeping them symmetrical order.  The tightness of his handiwork was noteworthy, forming a perfect formed 'V'.  This 'V' led into three proportionate dimples.  Everything was for show; everything needed to be 'just' right’. 
    The stark luminance from the overhead fluorescents was a contrast to the original, costly artwork on the walls. 
    An outside observer would have thought the room and its inhabitants extravagant.  They  were, but they were also aware of the tools it took to do God's work in these trying times.  Tumultuous times the world hadn't known in 2000 years, and had dreaded since time eternal. 
    The mood in the room was as tight and keen as the knot on Reverend Ira's tie. 
    "Brother Christopher, what were the receipts from this weekend's services?"  Reverend Ira asked.  His tone was as efficient and austere as any chief executive officer. 
    "We cleared