Wrote this story in English, thought it would be good in the Forums. Dark Eldar attacking Hive City, from the point of view of a civilian:
They swept through the war torn streets like lightning, the bruised and slashed sky looming above their heads.
Bodies littered the streets, visages of pure terror etched upon twisted and bloodied faces.
It was as though the devil himself had gathered all the horror and evil he had into one dark crucible, and poured it with a bladed hand into the once beautiful spires and streets of Meridian.
Worst of all was the sickly stench of fear in the air.
And pain. It was everywhere; a plague of despair and agony.
Tears of anger and anguish rolled down my cheeks.
'Why did they have to do it?'
'Why revel in another's pain?'
I turned round, alone and afraid. I could hear screams far off in the distance. Frantically, I span round in confusion; a lost cub in a vast jungle of despair.
'I need somewhere to hide. Badly.' I thought.
Suddenly I noticed a small door in a building, and scrambled over, lodging myself just out of sight. I felt as though a great weight had just been lifted of my shoulders, and so I settled into an uneasy slumber...
I awoke when the bruised sky was dark, with a malicious, jaded glow to it. Creeping out of my hiding place, I saw in the streets only death. Slick blood coated the paving, whilst torn open bodies gave of a pale, dead glow.
It was like some twisted, sick genius had got bored with a palette of colours and had decided to use pain and blood as an evil alternative.
I reeled in disgust, and ran, tears streaming down cracked and bloodied cheeks. I wailed, and sank to my knees, a cold desert of agony all around me.
I don't know how long I sat there, hunched over like a tortured slave, waiting for the cold crack of the whip. Only, after a time, a thin layer of frost began to coat my ragged clothes.
Before long, my lips were blue, and a blade of cold stabbed at my marrow.
It came then, formed from my very shadow. A black creature, only half there; pale greasy hair hanging from a distorted face, whilst bright green runes flooded its black skin as fires.
I screamed a horrified scream as it leapt towards me; an angry wall of water smashing into a fragile coast.
It sank its teeth into my neck and agony drove me to cruel madness in an instant; a sea of biting, evil insects, gnawing at my pained, scarred soul.
In that instant I hated every thing with every iota of my being, but it made no difference. I died, painful and alone. All alone, in that aweful Necropolis.
