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"APOCALYPSE" by Loch Raveena

He told her he would be alright when he left her. She would be safe in 
the shelter while the men went off to fight. The enemy had advanced on 
the city, but resistance was strong. I love you, she said, as he turned 
and walked off with his group. She watched him until he and his group 
faded into the darkness that seemed to shroud the city in a blanket of 
pending doom. 

The other girls tried to comfort her, but the booming of bombs and 
crackle of gunfire grew ever closer. Suddenly the lights went out and 
smoke filled the shelter. The walls rattled and parts of the ceiling 
crumbled around them. There was screaming and running, and Jennifer 
found herself on the run. 

Chaos, gunfire, orders being shouted. She rounded a street corner and 
saw young soldiers in jungle uniforms and their faces painted black. 
They fired at targets at the other end of the street. Karen couldn't see 
what they were shooting at, but then a young man ran out into the middle 
of the street and tried to throw something at the soldiers. He got so 
close - just a few feet from where Karen was hidden around the corner 
from the soldiers. 

A single shot ran out and the boy was thrown backwards while in the 
middle of his run. The object he had been carrying landed near the 
soldiers. Flames suddenly engulfed the spot where it had hit - but not 
close enough to the soldiers to phase them. The boy had landed on his 
back and is body jerked violently. His body arched and then went still, 
his eyes staring up at the black sky. His body twitched twice suddenly 
before going still again. The soldiers didn't see Karen, and after a few 
minutes, they inspected the body and moved on. 

Karen approached the dead boy and looked at him. She was entranced by 
his delicate features. His lips were parted and blood spilled out of the 
corner of his mouth. His eyes were dark brown, his hair almost jet 
black. His clothes were tattered and the violent nature of his death had 
crumpled his t-shirt up to his chest, exposing his slender stomach and 
middle. The kid - no, he was not a kid she saw, rather a man in his 
early to mid twenties - had a tiny blue hole in his stomach just to the 
left of his protruding navel. It was surprisingly a small hole, she 
noted, for the bullet to abrutly fling him backwards in the middle of 
his graceful stride like it did. 

She became hypnotised by the sight - so beautiful the guy looked in 
death. His delicate almost feminine face held an expression of genuine 
surprise. Her eyes fell on his, and she gazed into them. All sounds and 
activity of the chaotic city around her faded into nothinness as she 
lost herself in his gaze. Her eyes moved down to his curved belly and 
found herself mesmerized by his tender protruding navel. A warmth spread 
throughout her that reminded her of Johnny, her lover. Just then the 
boy's body became that of Johnny, torn and tattered and lying in the 
street. 

"Oh" she gasped and her hand went to her mouth. Johnny! She had to find 
Johnny! "Johnny!" She called out his name over and over as she ran 
through the city's streets, her dress and hair flailing behind her. 

The streets were completely empty now. Karen, her colorful spring dress 
now torn and dirtied, wondered through the streets with hollowed eyes. 
Her hair was badly ruffled - she looked like a ghost. Or mad. 

Dead bodies were on nearly every street - all of them young rebels who 
had so recently spoken bravely of victory. Her Johnny was among them she 
knew. She had to find him. 


Part 2

Jennifer aimlessly rounded a corner and saw a group of bodies lying 
neatly in a row in the street. Soldiers were busy off-loading bodies 
from two trucks and stripping them. Groups of women hovered over the 
bodies, moaning loudly as they discovered their loved ones. 

Jennifer silently stepped forward. Soldiers ignored her - they had seen 
the harried look before. All the women here had it. 

Jennifer walked on, slowly. Jennifer didn't even see the well-dressed 
young woman standing with a microphone and speaking into a camera. She 
walked right past her as the woman spoke. "The government has assured us 
that the latest offensive was a success and are now preparing rebel 
casualties for mass burial" 

The cameraman then focused in on Jennifer. "Another woman has arrived to 
claim her loved one..." As Jennifer passed each corpse, she afforded 
them a quick glance. The staring eyes, the torn bodies - they all looked 
like the poor youth who was gunned down earlier in the night as she 
watched. 

The camera focused in on Jennifer as her eyes widened and her lips 
suddenly stiffened, then began to tremble. She threw herself down upon a 
young man's body. "Johnny!" she wailed. "No, Johnny, nooooo!" 

The camera focused in on the corpse. The man was apparently young and 
athletic. His eyes were wide open and staring at the black sky above. 
His mouth was partially open and dried blood caked the corners of his 
mouth. The body was naked and had two small holes in the torso - one in 
the sternum and the other just beneath his right nipple. 

The camera watched as the woman cradled the body and sobbed 
hysterically. She swept the boy into her arms and let his head reast on 
her thighs. She lifted his upper body squeezing him into her. His head 
then lolled, and thick fresh crimson blood poured from open mouth and 
nostrils. With each sob, the body trembled spilling more blood from the 
boy's mouth. Another woman tried to comfort her, but the woman sobbed 
and wailed uncontrollably. 

Jennifer held onto her dead Johnny like she would never let go. She 
lifted her head finally and laid him back down gently, examining him. 
His penis was erect, she saw. Inexplicably, this enthralled her. No - 
she musn't think such thoughts! But why was his penis erect? Strangely, 
she grew excited... 

His eyes were glazed and staring off nonchalantly - her heart raced with 
excitement. What was happening? She examined his belly - so smooth and 
young and inviting. His navel was tiny and round and cute - she never 
realized how cute it was when he was alive! His hairless chest was 
strong - she shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. What was she 
doing?! Oh, but how the blood poured from his mouth! She gingerly tilted 
his head and almost yelped with excitement as fresh
crimson fluid poured down his boyish cheek, puddling on the asphalt. 

She lifted herself off the ground, furiously wiping the tears from her 
face. The newswoman spoke into the camera now, saying something about 
offensives and martial law. Jennifer gazed at Johnny's naked and 
beautiful corpse. She was growing giddy, like she was drunk! What was 
wrong with her? 

She slowly took her eyes off Johnny's body and looked at the young man 
lying next to him. The youth was clad only in baggy jeans, his feet 
bare. She looked into his face and a voice from far away deep inside 
spoke a name ...Kyle. 

Oh yes, Kyle. She remembered the long-haired hyper friend of Johnny. She 
never particularly like him - he acted like God's gift to women. But now 
he looked absolutely...angelic. His head was turned to his left, his 
bright blue eyes wide open and staring at Johnny's naked corpse but not 
seeing. How sensual, she thought! Look at them! She wrapped her arms 
around herself as she began to shiver with excitement. Blood flowed from 
Kyle's partially-opened mouth, creating a puddle next to his bare 
shoulder. Jennifer followed a little river of blood that flowed from the 
puddle towards a curbside drainage. Dozens of little streams of blood 
flowed towards it, she saw. Jennifer began to flush. 

She looked at Kyle's body. He had three bullet holes in his upper 
abdomen. There was no blood. 

Her heat pounded loudly - she wondered if anyone could hear it! She 
looked at his belly button. The navel protruded nearly an inch from his 
belly! She couldn't believe it! The excitement grew uncontrollably now, 
rising from her belly. Her body shuddered and she let out a deep moan as 
she sank to her nees. She wondered in amazement when she realized that 
she had just had a tremendous orgasm! 

"Kyle," she whispered, "Kyle honey..." She began to cradle his body, 
watching fresh blood pour from his mouth. She rocked him slowly and 
gazed at the body of her boyfriend lying beside them. She stroked Kyle's 
hair as she watched Johnny's eyes staring up at the sky. She then looked 
down at Kyle's incredibly distended belly button and touched it with her 
other hand. She shuddered again at it's touch. 

Without knowing why really, Jennifer then looked up and saw Karen - 
Kyle's girlfriend - staring right at her, transfixed! She was in the 
shelter with Jennifer earlier and had no doubt searched all night for 
her dear Kyle as she had done. Their eyes locked and Karen was smiling, 
Jennifer saw. 

Part 3

It has been a little more than a year since that event-filled night when 
the government re-claimed the city. Jennifer's memory has faded somewhat 
- she has trouble remembering Johnny's face sometimes and must look at 
the picture of him smiling that she keeps in her purse. But she'll never 
forget those eyes staring unblinkingly and unfocused at the night sky. 
There has been no one serious since Johnny, and whenever she starts to 
get close to someone, those glazed eyes come back just as vivid and real 
as though she were cradling Johnny's body at that very moment. 

She has become close friends with Karen. That dark night in the city 
remains, however, an unspoken secret horror between them. They never 
talk about it. In fact, it has never even been eluded to - it is simply 
too heavy of an incident for anyone to speak about. They remain each 
other's secret comfort, however. That night is something that they 
silently share among themselves and with no one else. No one else could 
possibly understand. 

Soon after that frightful night, Jennifer and Karen stepped forward when 
the Army put out a call for volunteer nurses to treat wounded and 
recovering soldiers. Both of their loved ones had perished in the 
conflict, and their ties to the movement died with them. The fact is, 
the movement was in disarray after that terrible blow, dubbed "Operation 
Night Hawk" by the government. And they both had to eat - their families 
were scattered and both had lost contact with their parents. Johnny's 
parents offered to take Jennifer in, but she couldn't live there with 
all of those pictures of him. She suspected it was the same for Karen. 

It was terrible at first seeing all of those young men suffering. She 
did what she could to help them, whether it be standing at their side 
when they were in pain and holding their hand, or changing a pillow, or 
just speaking with them. They were not the enemy, she soon realized. 
They were just as much victims as Johnny or Kyle or any of the other 
brave young rebels. War was just a terrible thing. Karen and her did 
their part to the best of their abilities. They hoped that the war and 
suffering would end soon, but she knew that her people must be free of 
tyranny for there to be any peace. 

About a month ago, the numbers of wounded and dead began to steadily 
increase. She noted that the morale of the young soldiers began to go 
way down. She even began to hear some of them speak sympathetically of 
the rebel cause and curse the government for its insistence on war. Then 
one night about a week ago, Karen came to Jennifer's apartment in the 
middle of the night to tell her that the rebels were looking for 
volunteers to form new units. They were taking men and women -
anyone who was able-bodied. Jennifer was hesitant - after all, she had 
seen enough war and suffering in her lifetime. Karen, however, spoke 
enthusiastically about how they now had the chance to avenge the deaths 
of Kyle and Johnny and so many others. Reluctantly, Jennifer agreed to 
join with Karen. 

Training was supposed to last about a month - secret meetings deep in 
the woods or out in the country - but government intelligence learned of 
the increased numbers and launched a new offensive. The rebels were not 
a centralized bunch and so there was very little regimented training. No 
one doubted the determination of the new volunteers - all had known 
someone who was now a martyr. Training focused on weapons handling and 
communication. The training lasted only 2 and half
weeks before they got their orders from the shadowy Citizens' Defense 
Committee. The new volunteers were divided up into 6-person units - 
small enough to be mobile and stealthy, but large enough to be lethal. 

Jennifer and Karen were put in the same unit with four young men. That 
seemed to be the basic composition - 4 men, 2 women. At first, the men 
were protective of them, offering to carry their equipment and always 
volunteering to go on point to keep the women from having to do their 
time in the front of a patrol. They would have none of it, however, and 
fought with a tenacity and sternness that the men had not expected. They 
were happy to have them. 

On a Sunday - that most routine of days when they sat around smoking 
cigarettes or playing cards (or, in Jennifer's case, having sex with 
young Giuseppe - little did she know that Karen and Steve had become 
very friendly with each other, also) - the order came for them to take 
part in a sabotage effort. They were to provide cover for a two-man 
sapper team that was going to sneak in and plant explosives and blow the 
place up. Easy enough. 

They moved into position around 8 pm. They were hidden in a drainage 
pipe just outside of the radio tower's fence. The sappers - clothed only 
in loin cloth so as not to cause any sound when they moved - very 
quietly made their way to the fence and cut through it. They were 
slender youths with stringy muscles. She didn't hear a sound as they 
worked - she would never know that they were there if she wasn't 
watching them. 

Once they got through the fence the sappers disappeared around the radio 
shack. One reappeared a few seconds later, heading right for us - 
silently. The other reappeared behind him. Suddenly, a loud bang filled 
the air and the boy closest to the radio tower was tossed to the ground 
like a rag doll. His loin cloth was ripped from his body, and the 
now-naked boy writhed violently on the ground. The other sapper then ran 
as fast as he could toward our position. He was going to make it, though 
Jennifer, when another shot rang out. The boy staggered like he had 
tripped, but his agility enabled him to keep his balance and he leapt 
into our position. Karen caught him, breaking his fall as they both went 
sprawling onto the ground. The young sapper had small hole in his left 
back - his 'wing' muscle that swimmers
possessed - and he moaned loudly. Karen turned him over onto his back 
and saw that their was no exit wound - but blood flowed freely from his 
mouth as he tried to speak. His body jerked uncontrollably. Nobody knew, 
really, what to do. He was beyond help, Jennifer saw. His eyes clouded 
over, and his skinny frame quivered. He died in Karen's arms, his head 
lolling to the side and his eyes opened wide in surprise. 

Steve opened fire on the tower, and the rest followed suit. They didn't 
see anything, though, but fired anyway. Jennifer could see the young 
sapper's handsome body twitch from time to time out of the corner of her 
eye as she fired. She wanted to stop fighting just so she could view the 
beautiful young sapper's dead, twitching body. 

Giuseppe stepped out of the storm pipe and began to move toward the 
radio tower, all the while firing his machine gun. Billy followed, then 
Wesley. Karen jumped out of position but was suddenly thrown back in by 
an unseen force. Jennifer went to her, as did Steve. She couldn't speak. 
Steve cradled her, then ripped open her shirt. She had a small hole just 
below her cute round navel. "It'll be alright, honey" Steve said to her, 
softly. His voice carried fear in it, and his eyes were pleading. 
"Karen, talk to me.." he said, but she just stared up at him, her big 
blue eyes smiling into his. Her body convulsed and she let out a deep 
moan - it surprised Steve
because he had heard her moan that way before! Her eyes grew wild with 
delight, and another convulsion wracked her body. "Oh Steve!" she 
gasped, then collapsed, here eyes staring into his but no longer seeing. 

Steve held her in his arms, admiring how her body looked even in death. 
She had just orgasmed as she died, and Steve wondered at that. What a 
woman!, he thought. He felt a tingling in his sex, and his eyes went to 
her tiny, oval navel, his baggy jeans suddenly began to bulge. He 
suddenly realized that Jennifer was still there, and he grew 
embarrassed. He was about to speak when a bullet suddenly caught him in 
the side, flinging him hard into the pipe's walls. His head hit with a 
hollow bang, and he slid to the floor where he lay still, his arm 
falling to rest across Karen's body. His body quivered, then became 
still. 

Jennifer looked at Steve and Karen. Steve lay in a twisted position 
above Karen's head. He looked as though he were sleeping. His eyes were 
closed and face was peaceful and youthful looking. A growing river of 
blood spread from beneath him, however. Karen was gorgeous. Her long 
blond hair accentuated her bright blue eyes which were staring straight 
at the pipe's ceiling. She looked extremely sexy and inviting with one 
arm spread out on the ground and the other caressing her wounded, 
beautiful belly. Jennifer's hand went to her own belly, and her thoughts 
went out to Johnny - and now, to Giuseppe. 

Jennifer clamored out of the pipe and into the battle that raged before 
her. She passed by Billy's corpse lying in the grass, his shirt crumpled 
over his middle exposing his soft stomach. Wesley lay a little further 
ahead, violently writhing in the grass. He was unwittingly tearing his 
shirt off as his hands desperately groped at a wound in his tight chest. 
Jennifer ran passed him towards the remaining gunfire, which was to the 
left of the tower. She saw the naked body of the first sapper lying 
sprawled-eagle within the tower's grounds. She continued forward with 
her head down and happened upon Giuseppe who was firing bursts of his 
machine gun from behind a tree. 

As she neared him, Giuseppe suddenly stopped firing. An eerily silence 
engulfed the forest as Giuseppe slowly straightened, and the machine gun 
dropped from his hands. It was slow motion. Jennifer ran to him, but his 
knees began to buckle and he going down, down, and she arrived to catch 
his head as crumpled softly to the ground. "J-j-Jennifer," he gasped as 
she cradled him. "Don't speak," she said, looking for a wound. "Ahhggh," 
Giuseppe began to gurgle, and Jennifer tried to comfort her dying lover. 
His eyes rolled up into his head as he slipped into convulsions, blood 
and saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, her 
hand went to his crotch, and she felt his sex stiffen and then grow wet 
as body jerked. His eyes opened again and his mouth curved into a grin. 
The jerking grew more
violent, but he was wide awake, his eyes looking into hers. She could 
see that he was experiencing the greatest orgasms of his young life - he 
had that same wild look in his eyes when they were making love. She tore 
open his trousers as his body continued to convulse and began to stroke 
his extended sex. "Ahhaagghhhyyyeaaah!" he gasped in one final violent 
twitch that arched his back and nearly lifted him off the ground. His 
body collapsed in a comfortable position, blood pouring out of his open 
mouth. His body was completely still now, except for a red stream of 
bloody urine that now arched from his still-erect sex. Jennifer's own 
body became wracked with convulsions as a string of orgasms took her by 
complete surprise. 

When it was over, she gasped and tried to catch her breath. Mere seconds 
had passed, but it seemed like slow motion. Now things were speeding up 
again, and she realized that wood chips were flying passed her as the 
enemy continued to fire at her and Giuseppe. She kept her head low and 
examined young Giuseppe's dead body. His arms rested over his head, and 
his eyes still held that wild look of nativity. She smiled at his 
slender body, his erect penis, his pink little navel, his smiling 
Mediterranean face. She patted him on the chest and stood up. It was her 
turn. 

Jennifer stepped out from behind the tree firing her machine gun. She 
stepped forward, firing straight ahead. She heard a gurgling yelp, a 
couple of shouts, and then heard a strange 'zzzzz' sound of what could 
only be an insect except that it was so strange. The sounded ended as 
she felt something penetrate her belly and begin to lift her off the 
ground. 

A smile crossed her lips as she was lifted off the ground and was 
carried backwards in thin air like she was flying. It was all in slow 
motion, and the pain that flashed first from her navel then to the tips 
of her toes and fingers never even registered. She landed on her back, 
and the ground took her in like a soft cloud. Hot burning
liquid filled her lips with an unbelievable pressure, forcing her mouth 
to open wide as she vomited an eruption of dark red blood. Her body 
jerked magnificently, arching her back, blood squirting from her soft 
round beautiful belly, her body shaking from side to side. She felt the 
orgasmic onset as it developed, savored its buildup, then let out a moan 
that send birds flying and deer to perk their ears up as the orgasms 
took control and seized her body, throwing it violently into the air and 
slamming it back into the ground, again and again. The cloud that she 
lay in wrapped around her, letting her sink in deeper and deeper as the 
orgasms reverberated throughout her, comforting her as the peak came and 
passed like a wild and exotic and drunken parade at Mardis Gras. She 
thought of Johnny and Giuseppe, Kyle and Karen, and Steven, and the dead 
sappers, all their bodies jerking in ecstasy and death. Her body 
twitched with glorious aftershocks, finally going still, her face pale 
and beautiful, her eyes wide open and forever grateful. 

After a few minutes, the birds began to settle into their nests again, 
and soldiers in jungle uniforms and black faces emerged from deeper in 
the forest. A white-haired man stepped forward and looked down at the 
beautiful red-head lying in the grass in a sexually-stimulating manner. 
Her face was like something in a Monet painting, and the trees around 
her with their leaves - war was just no place for a woman, he thought as 
he became aware of a tingling sensation in his crotch. "We count six, 
general" a young soldier reported. "Show them to me," he said in a voice 
gripped with expectation. He took in the woman's curvy body as two 
soldiers opened her shirt looking for identification, and walked off to 
the next body with the image of her breasts and her amazing belly fresh 
in his memory.

The bodies were glorious. After the woman, he came across a young 
dark-haired youth that lay with his head thrown back, and a smile on his 
face. No wonder he is smiling, thought the general, as saw the erect 
penis standing out of the youth's opened trousers. Blood oozed from the 
corner of the young lad's mouth, and flies landed on and off his face. 
He wondered how the trousers came to be open like they were - the belt 
unfastened and the zipper undone. Amazing, he thought. 

Then he came across two young soldiers lying not too far away from each 
other. One lay on his stomach, one arm behind his back and the other at 
his side. His mouth was partially open and blood trickled out of it into 
grass upon which his cheek rested. He had a large exit wound in the 
middle of his back, his shirt darkened around it by the blood. His eyes 
were half-moons. 

The other body lay in an obscenely twisted manner, one leg lying beneath 
the body, the other stretched straight out. His arms were lying by his 
side, the fingers curled up. His shirt was torn to shreds, and the 
general saw that the boy had a perfectly round hole right in the middle 
of his thin frame between his rib cages - a precision shot. The general 
saw tiny scratches around the wound and guessed that the boy clawed at 
his midriff while death jerked him this way and that, leaving him in 
this awkward position. His face was frozen and contorted in pain, his 
eyes tightly shut. 

Next he studied the naked sapper who was apparently caught completely by 
surprise - and his delicate face showed it. His mouth was opened in a 
yelp of surprise that was cut off by a froggy gurgling as blood erupted 
from his wounded lung. He lay twisted, his eyes wide open in that look 
of surprise that showed no pain - perhaps he died before there was even 
pain. His penis was limp, laying between his bent, athletic legs. The 
general struggled to contain the excitement that burst into him when he 
saw a line of ants busily walking up the dead young man's side and 
disappearing into his tiny round navel, and another line emerging from 
the little navel and traveling back down the sapper's side to the grass. 
The general wiped sweat from his face with a handkerchief, wondering if 
anyone saw him flushed. He glanced
at the nearby young private and saw that he was mesmerized by the sight 
of a boy his own age lying dead in the grass with ants crawling into his 
belly button. The dead youth was about the same height and weight of the 
private, he noted. The private was nearly hypnotized, the general saw, 
and was glad that it wasn't just him. 

"The are more bodies in the storm pipe, sir," reported a dependable 
young sergeant. Yes, thought the general, more bodies. It was a glorious 
day.

****

lraveena@hotmail.com



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