CHAPTER 2:
“So the hunted become the hunters. Peculiar of the church”
“You say that as if humanity has ever been in a in a favorable position”
Micah had the last word
The city below them was Volos
A huge city in the Thessaly region, not the largest nor the smallest
By the shore the lights of ships and machinery flickered
Workers and such kept shouting, at least the ones who worked
Looking at this John spat on the rock next to him
“Such Insolent fools, they don't deserve the mercy of the supernatural”
“Easy there. Remember, we are only here for our job”
“Don't you think I know that jackass? Anyway, they're about to come, should we move in”
“Have they? Ha, they work fast, faster than most. Why don't we have some fun while we're at it?”
“What are you suggesting?”
John spat out with crossed arms and a raised brow
“Look at those girls nearby, I would be lying if I said they weren't easy prey”
In his usual whimsical nature Micah walked through the slippery hill
His movements carried no weight for someone who dances on a slippery ground
There weren't any skyscrapers nearby or a safety net
Least to say he knew he played with death
“You don't suggest we terrorize them for fun do you?”
“Oh no, not to terrorize them, how about some actual fun?”
Something akin to a snarl escaped John's lips
To Micah it seemed like harmless fun before the war began
However this could catapult the start…
Volos, El. Venizelou street
2 girls were racing down the street filled with everyday stores
Recent news about supernatural beings having entered the region had spread like wildfire
Doors had closed by noon and the streets were completely empty
Even the stores had closed and the cars were parked inside the homes
News that would soon plague all of Greece
“Quick! Let's sprint all the way until we arrive at your house's alleyway"
“We aren't that far away! If we just maintain pace we'll be there in 3 minutes. Our families are waiting for us, don't you wanna see your sister?”
“Shut up alright, everyone's trying to survive here and no one even knows what's going on and yes, of course I'm worried about her”
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A lingering stare to the ground
Was she being overly emotional?
Out of the blue Joana grabbed Catherine by the wrist and forcibly dragged her across the jagged streets…
It was inevitable, one of the two girls were tired
Unfortunately for Catherine her legs had started wobbling and her lungs shrunk with each breath
“Hang on by my waist if you can, come on we are almost there”
“Please go on without me…my legs, I can't walk straight”
“That's nonsense you're spouting and you know it”
The words on her lips felt like a rotten apple
Joana felt it in her chest, she didn't have the strength to carry another person like that, why was she pretending?
“Damn it…I can just see it from here”
Her grip on Catherine's waist felt loose, too loose
THUD!
“Fuck! Wait, Catherine, are you ok?!”
“I'm fine…please go on without me, I already told you that, stupid girl”
Without noticing her eyes had drifted and her iris shrunk
It wasn't far fetched to say that she sustained trauma
“Catherine!...shit shit, this is my fault, I let you fall”
“You're so stupid, why, why won't you just give up?”
Tears welled up at the end of Joana's eyes, like a cup holding water up to its rim, threatening to spill
Utmost defeat consumed her as she dropped to her knees in front of her friend's body
“Don't you worry, we will have you in shape in no time”
The words were more directed at herself rather than her friend
(We aren't far from the house but it's also not midnight…maybe it was rushing earlier?)
On the other end
(You stupid girl…we're basically at your house's door, we're safe…your father pampers you, he wouldn't let his daughter die)
“...”
From on top of a nearby rooftop on a restaurant John and Micah watched
Until Micah broke the silence
“These two are the prey that I was talking about”
“1 of them is already down, buttercake”
“Go on if you must”
“Gladly”
Swiftly from the roof John appeared behind them
(I wonder. How much are we gonna get paid for this?)
“Wha- who the hell is that?!”
Even though she was injured Catherine could still identify danger
“Who- oh shit! They found us”
John stood there on the edge of the sidewalk, eyes narrowed, he looked more like a hawk than a bystander
Fumbling with the material Joana tried to lift Catherine back up
Sweat running down her soft cheeks and the rest of her body, it made gripping that much harder
Ragged breaths followed, it was unclear if she was even seeing correctly
“Let me help you with that young lady”
“Who are you?!”
Her steps abruptly stopped, she almost fell to the ground from the small spook
When she looked down at her arms Catherine was…
Where is Catherine?!
“She's so light, I don't see why you had trouble carrying her”
That damned smile of Micah
How bothersome
“Don't scare half to death, you can't have fun with dead things”
“What is going on….who are you people…and what do you eat to do with us!?”
“Nothing much, just to play with some toys, we could use to bait them”
“Them? Who the hell are they?)
“Whatever you do, don't you dare touch Catherine!”
Tap tap
At point blank John appeared in front of the poor teen
“Gahhh!”
Blood spilled from her mouth and onto her shirt
From the pain her head tilted down
There, pressed against her stomach was the man's fist, her clothes wrapped around it
The lights went out…
In a dimly lit room Catherine was hanging by her side, tied up by both of her wrists
Her eyes fluttered for a few moments, mind and body alike were confused for seconds
“Dear god…Cagherine, hey, are you awake?”
The whispers flowed uselessly in the air
“...”
“Shit…she is out cold…where are? In a basement”
Nothing made sense to her anymore
There was no indicator that anything unusual was going but the atmosphere alone made her intestines shift violently
Green puckered at her cheeks, disgusting, that smell, could it be rotting flesh?
For a moment she looked around…dear god indeed
A body was displayed upon a table, thoroughly dissected
Blood painted the spread out intestines that draped over the legs and off the table
The ankles were missing and the kneecaps were scrapped, from the end of the feet the fibula and tibia were poking out, soaked in blood
One hand was missing with the skinless shoulder blade showing
The other hand had its nails cut off
Rib Cage and lungs remained from the chest area, it looked like the rib cage had sprayed out in an eagle formation
Weirdly missing was the heart, left behind was the aorta and vena cava
And last was the head, and most horrifying to gaze at
The tongue was pulled to stretch all the way down the chin
Usually the teeth stick to the gumline but now they were stuck up the roof of the mouth, one by one
She felt her own nose wrinkle when she noticed that the meat of the tongue was pulled out, left to hang from the nostrils
Reaching the cheeks were the dangling eyeballs along with its optic nerve, empty eye sockets with eyes dangling from them stared into your very soul
The ears and hair were both blown out, like it was sculpted while they detonated with a explosives inside them
It had been a good minute that she couldn't feel her mouth
God, this was horrific, why must she endure this?
Had she not been a faithful enough Christian?
All the questions in her head pounded her brain like sledgehammers inside an old factory
Yet the mutilated corpus laid there silent, it had a messed up mouth and neck yet it could not speak
For a moment Micah's smile dropped
“Is the girl awake?”
Without moving his head John looked back
“Unfortunately…the other though, she's asleep”
Tung!
A soft clutter came from the mutilation table as the machete hit the hard wood
(Fuck! He is making his way over here? What do I do?)
Turn right turn left there was nothing she could use as a weapon
Until…
She spotted a scroll on the ground with demonic scribbles all over it
We're the scribbles written with blood?
Whatever
It was still something she could use against that sick man
The same man who hunted herself and her friend!
As long as she could get her hands on it at least…
(Come on! Just a little to the left!)
She violently kicked her legs out while rotating her torso in both directions
Luckily she wasn't the one injured
In her haze she didn't even consider the threat walking towards her
(It's right there!)
By now her chair had tilted over
Tight metallic ropes tied both her hands behind her back
Although she couldn't not see the scroll now that she was facing the other way
She could still feel it with a graze of her fingers
(Bingo!)
“It is truly a pity”
SPLACH!
The violent sound echoed in the room…
Blood and snot gushed out of her nose, flowing on the ground like a miniature river
The sheer impact caused her eyes to close along with her mouth
From above John picked up the scroll
“So that's where I misplaced it…”
“How careless of you Johny, what if she did reach it?”
Micah's voice was oddly serious
“Well she didn't, we can't worry about what it's…now, ready to summon the demon?”
“Couldn't be readier”...
