Luke the Red Wyvern - Maplestory

Well I am sort of a writer, and I got bored in school today and wrote this 2 page paper for fun . Enjoy and comment!

The Red Wyvern flees; it runs away, backing into a corner as that thing is chasing him. Lukewarm blood trickles down its disfigured face. It feels as if it’s burning a scar a across its face due to the extreme cold it feels. He starts to quiver-not due to the extreme cold, but the sheer terror of the beast that is coming for him. He remembers it, the blue spiky hair, the huge heavy weapon of his with the scent of his clan all over it, the black sleeved cloth on his upper-body, the blue cotton pants, and the wings, dark as night, giving off an evil aura, glowing vibrantly with a tainted demonic red. The beast just stared on, not saying a word, not saying a word, its green eyes piercing his very soul. He was like a messenger of death itself, as terrifying as Luke could ever imagine. That weapon, so heavy it was unbelievable how a human could ever wield something so astronomical in weight. He remembered when he first encountered the demon, it looked like a harmless human that couldn’t harm anything, Luke was probably twice his height. It probably wondered it’s way in by accident and it would run in fear soon. But it didn’t-this was different from the rest, it just stared at all of the Red Wyverns. Its eyes had the eyes of a veteran that has seen gallons of blood, Luke could tell, it’s weapon had the wafting scent of massive quantities of blood, and now, that weapon was thirsting for more bloodshed, for more violence, for more pain and suffering. It had endured many things in life, and it wanted more. Then the demon started killing, the screaming of his family and friends clawed the ears of Luke. The screaming went on continuously, ripping away the bonds Luke has made over the years, his experiences, his own happiness, erased from history. The demon smashed the skulls of his dearly family and friends, their eyeballs popping out, bleeding tremendously, their faces expressed with overwhelming fear and pain. They deserved better than that, their skulls were smashed to pieces, their stomachs bleeding out internal acid and blood, it was the slaughter of his clan, and it was as painful and gruesome as it possibly could be. The screams happened over and over again, and there was nothing he could do, the human was simply too strong. And all the while, this human, he enjoyed it. He was smiling, jumping around laughing at us, to him this was just some damned game, for us it was life or death, but he didn’t care, as long as he had fun, he didn’t give a shit. He ripped off the wings after he killed them, sometimes tormenting them by licking the blood of his damned weapon, he would collect the wings, and steal the money they had saved up for so many years, he was a blood-thirsty wretched demon.
Then it appeared - that god damned demon. He could feel it coming, that aura - there was no mistaking it, it was him. He couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed with fear, his left wing broken spurting out blood. Blood was falling through the crease between his eyes, warm and slow, he could feel it, he was getting dizzy, he couldn’t see straight, but he had to be tough, he was the last of his clan. What could he possibly do to stop him, he wasn’t a hero, he was a simple wyvern, the only thing he could do is attempt to flee, but it was useless, with a wing broken and no strength, he could barely stand. His cheekbone was shattered and he had already swallowed the bones that had been crushed from that monster. His knee was busted out of its socket, the pain was enormous, how he didn’t pass out from it even he didn’t know. The area was all white and the world was spinning, he couldn’t breath well, due to his broken nose that was only hanging by a thread of skin. The area around him flashed with colors he had never seen before, he couldn’t tell which direction was up, which one was down, he just sat there enduring an eternal suffering only few have ever been able to live to tell the tale. The pain was mind splitting, dragging him to the cold, hard ground, unable to prop up his neck. He didn’t know what to do, attacking seemed senseless, but it seemed like the only thing he could do. It came closer, could this thing not tell that he had already given up hope? That he didn’t stand a chance, that all he wanted to do was live another day, but the beast seemed defiant to this, he seemed as if he had lost all emotions, that he had tossed away all threads and bonds that he had ever made, making him a cold hearted soul. It drew nearer, and Luke saw him, it right in front of him now, Luke was paralyzed the immense pressure it emitted. Luke stayed frozen, his eyes blazing with fear, screaming silently with the torment of his wounds, hid body burning with pain. Then-at that moment, the human turned away, back to Luke, and just walked on. Luke couldn’t figure out why he had spared him, but he was thankful to the creature for doing so. Luke got to his feet, and then started to try and fly again. He was going to live! He knew he was! The demon had spared him for some reason, but why?
Then in an instant flash the demon reappeared, almost too suddenly, Luke was awestricken at the speed of his foe. He sat there frozen in fear, hoping that this was a joke-he had no reason to kill him, right? What did he ever do that was so wrong! Then Luke whimpered, he knew that the human couldn’t speak to him, or understand him, but he knew that the human would understand fear. The human then lifted up his weapon high above his head. It had a 3 foot handle and at the end a 4 leaf-clover type of shape at the end. It was gold, green and red, and had a 4 edged star shape design in the middle, and on the sides of it, had two metal spikes that reeked with the smell of blood of Luke’s family and even himself. The weapon had an icy sub-zero chill wafting around it, hanging in the air and wherever the weapon went. Then Luke tried to defend himself for all he was worth, he gathered up all the energy left inside of him, and drew a deep breath, the breath itself was etched with pain as his ribs were broken and some completely gone, but he had to do it, for his clan, his pride and for his life. He exhaled a cyclone of blazing heat directly at the human, the human stood there for a second, then Luke felt it. It seemed as if all the coldness in the world was gathering into the weapon, and then, he discharged a magnificent blow directly at the fire. It stopped the fire in an instant, making ice crystals of anything in its path. Luke was devastated, the fire stopped mere inches before the humans face, Luke thought he had avenged his clan, but now, he only realizes that he was doomed to meet the same fate as the others. The human walked around the ice, and then ripped another ice storm from the heavens around his weapon. Luke was terrified, he had lost hope, and he knew he was doomed. The human ran behind him in an instant, Luke wasn’t able to defend himself, and then a crushing blow to his side. The force of the blow threw him across the empty, deserted plane, his side was ripped open, erupting blood within him all across the plane, the pain was ripping his soul, the picture of pure fear etched across his eyes, everything went white, he couldn’t tell where he was, he wanted to scream but the pain was so enormous he couldn’t mutter a single word, the pain ripping down every nerve in his body, each one unable to comprehend the amount of pain that they had just received. Luke looked at the monster one more time, he wanted to know what this beast was, or who he was. The beast almost reading his mind told him.
“My name is…ColdCrush”
He swung his weapon one last time, shattering Luke’s skull as blood erupted from it, the beast danced around, smiling at his accomplishment.