Takagsi Hashimoto BY Bianca Foulser

Small sample of horror book by Bianca Serena Foulser.

Chapter 1
Takagsi Hashimoto

The cheers of the soldiers echoed in her ears as she slowly regained consciousness. She could feel the strong grip of the soldiers holding her fast. Blood dripped from the open wound on her head forming a pool on the ground. She sensed a presence nearby, a feeling of terror overwhelmed her, but she dare not look up to see who see know would be standing in front of her. A loud voice, overpowering in its authority, bellowed a command in an all too familiar sounding language. It’s content she did not understand but its effects were dramatic. The soldier to her left violently gripped her hair, forcing her head up into the face of the hated oppressor, Takagi Hashimoto himself. His eyes were hard, unyielding, there was no compassion. She knew her death awaited.
Takagi Hashimoto, the devil from the east. His rise to power over the last two years had been frantically, almost satanic. He had overrun a peace-loving world before it even knew that he was upon them. Standing at only 5 foot 4 inches, his unusually broad shoulders increased his statue well beyond the norm for a man of his origins. His black, tightly cropped hair, narrow oriental eyes and stiff lips all added to the brutal appearance. Takagi himself was a well-educated, religious man, his life purpose to unite the world under the glorious rule of the Japanese empire. His readings of the Western bible had shown him without any doubt that he was Gods chosen being to cleanse the world of the undeserving. The Book of Revelations, the Riders of the Apocalypse, he had kept his promise as the Son of God to bring forth a plague of wrath. Non-stood in his path, even the mighty Americans were falling at his feet. Soon his name would ring out around the world as the saviour.
Takagi slowly approached the pitiful creature held before him. Despite the soldier’s hard grip, he could see her violently shaking, a mixture of blood and sweat running down her face. It was clear that she has not washed in many a long time; the stench burned the lining of his nose. He spoke to her in words she would understand. “Don’t worry my child, eternal peace will be upon you soon. But, first you must suffer for your sins”. Swiftly he turned and marched to the podium erected before the conquering soldiers. The crowds chanting increased as he rose up. Quickly he raised his arms to the heavens and a sudden quiet descended. “You have served me well, the nations of the world will kneel before our feet. Victory will be ours as ordained by God himself.” The cheering returned, this time louder than before. Again the raised arms bought silence.
The words he spoke to her doubled the terror she felt. What cruel fate was this inhuman menace to afflict on her? Her head still held upright, she stared at the opposing figure. The sounds of a babies cry diverted her attention. A soldier approached from the side carrying a bundle from which the sounds emanated. As the soldier neared, she saw a menacing smile grow on the leaders lips. Removing the wraps, he raised the baby high into the air before him. It was at this moment that the realisation hit her – it was her child! A scream of horror escaped from her dry lips. A plea, maybe he would listen to her. “Not my child, spare her life” she shouted with all her remaining strength. He looked at her, a mocking laugh ringed in her ears. Throwing the baby high into the air, he quickly drew his Samurai sword and with a single stroke, he sliced the baby the in two as it fell. Blood sprayed out hitting her face and trickled down into her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but a drop slid down into her throat. The chants began again, the volume deafening. Her screams were muted by the rising vomit in her throat. She felt it rush over her face and body as the mercy of darkness closed in.
TO BE CONTINUED