We Came For The Piece

Chapter 119: We Came For The Piece

The man with the bad back wasn't human. 

Or wasn't normal. 

Something was horribly wrong with him. Spiky bones suddenly erupted out of his back. The man with the bad back… Truly had a bad back. The worst back any of the members of the trio, which consisted of Junk, September, and April, had ever seen before. The man's eyes were gushing out with some kind of black goo. The man looked and felt like he was dying all of a second. Yet, he wasn't dying. He pulled on the demonic arms that maintained him on the couch and ripped them apart.

He was freed again.

He was standing tall. Slowly stepping closer toward April and the others. 

April still had the warm semen of her boyfriend coming out of her tight vagina, dripping down her legs. Not too long after the man stood up and began stepping forward, right into the direction of the group, a noise could suddenly be heard outside. It was a bell. A loud bell was heard, echoing outside. It was a sign. It was the sign that the witching hour, which, naturally, lasted between midnight and one o'clock in the morning, was over. We were now officially past one o'clock in the morning. It was the end of this trick-or-treating evening. People all had to come back to their houses at this point. The night was becoming darker. Much darker. People stopped being seen, walking around and playfully trick-or-treating in the streets of the small town. The body of the man with the drastically bad back was literally falling apart. Piece by piece. Skin was being curled off of his body. His bones were being heard cracking. Especially the spiky bones he had, coming out of his back. He grunted in pain as he moved forward. All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room completely changed. The only one among the trio who didn't look surprised and horrified was the natural Autumn witch, September. She wasn't shocked at all. She almost behaved like everything was normal here.

"April, what have you done?" the Minotaur asked her.

"I haven't done anything! I mean, perhaps the little ride I gave you, honey, excited you that much! And then, maybe the fact that you nutted inside of me excited him even more! That's all!" she explained to Junk. 

"I can see that. But what happened to him? I thought he was a normal guy or something. What the fuck is going on here?" Junk shouted in the living room, never stopping to stare at the man. 

"I feared that this would happen…" September mentioned.

"What are you saying?" April questioned September.

"You feared that what would happen?" Junk asked her as well. Both of them were on the Autumn witch's back. 

"You have come to try to take it away from me…" the man interrupted them as he slowly turned around and directly showed them his back. His bad back. He directly showed them what was causing him so much pain and difficulty. The spiky bones, which recently erupted out of his back, had pierced huge holes into his back. This accidentally made it, so he was able to show them what was hiding underneath of his clothes and what was dreadfully twisting his body, other than the terrifying bones, destroying his back. The man revealed to them that he had the item they were looking for, painfully encrusted into the skin of his body: A piece of the broken, magical cauldron that used to belong to September's master, before being passed on to her. More or less. A piece of the same cauldron that Junk destroyed. Twice. The piece of the cauldron was glowing with fluorescent, neon-green light as it was first revealed to the trio of fake trick-or-treaters. They finally found what they were looking for. 

"It's mine! I got it!" Junk, determined to fix what he had ruined and broken, suddenly rammed at the spiky man and went for the cauldron piece. Without a shred of hesitation in him, he went for it as if there was no time left. He acted without thinking too much. Or acted without thinking at all. He almost had it, though. He could almost feel the piece of the broken cauldron as he charged.

"Hold on, Junk, wait," April warned him to slow down a bit. 

"..." September did not say a single thing, but she did bite her lower lip. She knew that they weren't facing someone normal here. 

It's almost as if he is giving it to me… the Minotaur thought to himself as he made it into the back of the man, avoiding the spiky and ultra dangerous bones before getting the palm of his right hand over the glowing piece of the magical cauldron. Junk wrapped his fingers around the piece before suddenly getting electrified with a surge of magical energy. The piece of the broken cauldron defended its new owner, the resident and owner of this house. The Minotaur was sent back. Fell to the ground on his back. Greatly injured.

"Junk!" April shouted his name, worried about him.

"Damn…" September could be heard whispering in the back. 

"I almost had him…" Junk was convinced of it, even though it wasn't the case at all. He was truly a bull. Sometimes. All the time. 

"I found it. It's mine. I knew someone would come to steal it away, sooner or later. You can forget about it," the man with the spiky back said to them before running away from the group and fleeing through the front door of his house. Abandoning and leaving everything behind. They could see the glowing, jewel-looking piece of cauldron in the back of the man as he fled away through the door.  

"He's leaving!" April shouted as she tried helping Junk.

"Don't let him leave!" Junk tried getting up, but couldn't.

"He is not going to get too far…" September promised. 

"I need to go after him, but there is something I need to do first…" the Minotaur attempted to get up again and again…

"What is it, Junk?" the elvish, young woman asked him.

Junk smirked while looking straight at her. 

"I've been thinking about it ever since you were riding me earlier," he mentioned to her.

"So, what is it, then?" she asked him again.

He smirked even more this time.

***

The very next moment, the Minotaur was fucking April, doggie-style in the living room. 

"Ahn!" April moaned in sheer pleasure.