Messing with the Demon

CHAPTER 13

-PART TWO-

The tunnel curled away coldly into infinite dark, the light that showed the rough walls dwindling as it snaked away. My skin shuddered and I could feel my brain starting to defocus, searching for a way how can we reach them immediately.

Where should we start?

It had been a drug den and homeless shelter for decades. It's once beautiful arched brick walls were covered in graffiti. The floor was littered with hypodermic needles, broken bottles and sewage. It was populated by the most desperate low-lives, locked in their own dog-eat-dog existence back there. As we stood before it, almost knocked out by the stench, our flashlights shining feebly into the entrance we glanced at one another, pale but resolute.

"Now or never" I whispered

"Do or die" Gray mocked between his breathes

Everything rested on us. The only hint of the abandoned tunnel as was a slight rise in the ground, a hillock if you will, but one that was long like an almighty worm had burrowed under the tussock grass. Smelled of the earth but the floor crunched beneath each footfall and echoed. Lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the tunnel, causing shivers to ripple across my body. Dragging my right hand across the wall and the left was holding a gun, picking up dust and grime. Wind streams through the tunnel, clutching the scattered pieces of ragged papers, twirling them in the air, only to drop them off into the void. All sign of life has vanished from the tunnels that were once so full of warmth.

"Are you sure they're here?" Gray asked me

"Really?! You're the one who track them not me idiot!" I hissed with an irritated tone

"Their trackers stated and pointing this place so I guess they're literally here hiding or something!" he said

"Jesus Christ! You're unbelievable!" I stated

It was like a snake skin turned inside out, slinking into the abyss of the hillside. Whoever built it tunneled for the softest soil, not giving a damn about how straight the line was. In just meters there was no sun from behind, the dark tiles absorbing every ray. So long had passed since they used it its existence was in danger of passing from legend to myth. It lay unused under the city, not a footstep having echoed within the tiled walls for generations. The ends had become closed off by years of leaves piling up in the autumn winds, now decomposed to a rich soil and supporting much flora.

I peer as I stare at the silver chip beneath my feet. Rebounding off the crumpling walls, and crumple to the ground in sorrow.

"G-Gray!" I mumbled

"H-Hey! What happened… what was that?" he kept on asking as he slowly walks on my direction

I grab the microchip and handed it to my brother.

"Is this?—"

"The tracker" Just like the tunnel my soul was like too abandoned and all fades to black that was left in eternal darkness.

"who did this?" Gray mocked again

A whooshing sound echoed on our direction.

I stand up and follow a leaping figure, half-dreading that moment when I would pass through the arch into the claustrophobic dank, river-smelling darkness and would hear, unnaturally loud, the suck of the canal against the paving stones and the slow drip of water from the low roof.

"Price, what happened to you?... what are we doing here? This is the end of the tunnel… why'd you run?" he confusedly asked

"Someone was here!" I whimpered

"Maybe it was Lycko" he said

"No! It was a figure of a man" I stated while attentively observing the surroundings

"oh! Maybe it was Knight-Lock!" he added giving us hope.

"I'm sure it wasn't Knight-lock" I said

"The Chase is on my dear, we will Find you!"

"Who are you?" Gray shouted as we hear an anonymous voice

"I will hunt you down like the vermin you are and exterminate anyone remotely connected to you. Don't think you can evade me forever?"

The creepy voice message kept on playing with an hilarious eerie background music. Walking our way out the music become louder and stronger that makes me more attentive.

"This is a trap Price!" Gray hissed preparing himself for any battles of attacks we can possible encounter on our way out.

"Each one of you are already in our cross hairs. We have a bullet made just for Chase, a poison made just for Louise, a knife just for the impostor and a worthless arrow just for the twins and I know all of you are going to love it."

"Did you think that Lycko and Lock are with them?" Gray asked me

"Maybe yes… Maybe not" I can't manage to stay relax for a little chitchat. There is something wrong with this place. Something wrong with everything.

"So run"

"run as far as you want, hide in whatever recess of the town each one of you can occupy but know that we will find you as we do all traitors. We promise each one of you not only death, but a painful end beyond measure."

"We're almost there!" I whisper as I saw the entrance of the tunnel where our car located

"Should you ever stop running we will only catch you all the sooner so don't even think about asking for mercy now, never learnt the meaning of the word. So let us toss this bullet in our hand while we meditate on your destructions and the cold leap of joy we will feel when each one of your light is extinguished from this vile planet of "happy" creatures. That which we cannot exploit we will destroy."

Someone is following us I can sense it.

"Gray, prepare for battle" I stated preparing my gun and myself for an attack

"Is your heart pounding yet? Price Williams? Are your feet burning as they run over the hot coals I scatter? Soon you will flee on blisters, then raw flesh. Your father isn't the only one who keeps his promises child, you should have switched sides when I offered you the chance."

I gasp after hearing those lines.

How can he?

Is this a puzzle?

"G-Gray I know how can we solve this!" I automatically look at Gray's direction. I shivered seeing him lying on the floor unconscious.

"H-Hey! Gray Come on wake up!" I slapped him just to wake him up but no any signs.

What happened?

"Hey wake up! Man Come on!" I shouted trying to revive my brother

Still no signs

"Another Williams in the depth of death… Isn't it exciting Price?" he exclaimed

"Where is Angelycko! I told you! stop destroying my family!" I stood up and turn into him. The man is a charm to be sure. He has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more warm than sunlight on amber. I usually like that - smiling back and enjoying an exchange of words - yet this one has that air of power, of total confidence. I back away; he's creepy.

"Let's just say she's finally might be resting! HA! HA! HA!" he laughs as if he was a retard wanting for some attention.

I stepped back, balancing my weight on my left foot, and threw my right fist out in a curved punch at his temple. Turning ninety degrees to the side, he brought his right forearm up to counter the blow, formed a fist with his left, and threw it at my outstretched jaw.

I was in trouble.

Damn it! Gray Wake up!

He pulled me to his feet, almost tearing my collar, I can hear the slight rasp of material ripping.

"Oh! Is that a gun?... I know you can't pull the trigger! You're such a pussy Price!" He teases me

"Come on! Pull it!... PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!" he shouted.

A loud banging sound echoed as I pulled the trigger directly on his chest. Blood flows all throughout his semi-dirty white colored suit.

"I told you not my family!" I shout out of anger. He just smiles back and manage to give a knock in jaw

SHIT!

How could he manage to punch me?

"You're not one of them Price! You're not a Williams!" He shouted as he coughs blood and finally loss his breath.

"I AM!" I hissed

I told you not my family!

I immediately took Gray to the car and manage to drive him back to the quarters, just like our Sol y Luna, quarters have its own version of Laboratory. I furiously drive through the afternoon road making all the shit happened back there to disappear.

"You're not one of them Price! You're not a Williams!"

"You're not one of them Price! You're not a Williams!"

"You're not one of them Price! You're not a Williams!"

"AAAAAAAHHH! GET FUCKING LOST!!!" I shouted punching the steering wheel.

...

-ANOTHER SIDE OF THE STORY-

"who are you" I hissed, instead of getting an answer he somehow just smiles at me. I put Lycko down and face the bastard.

"Didn't your parents teach you how to answer if someone is asking you a question?" I stated coldly.

I can't see his face, he's wearing a grey which is an intermediate color between black and white. Neutral color or achromatic color, meaning literally that it is a color "without color".

Is he trying to impress me with his mask thingy?

It's gross dude!

He immediately attacks me serving a couple of punches that hit straightly on my face and abdomen. I didn't manage to stand as I kneel down the ground because of the shock. Blood come out on the spot where he punches me. A twitching pain spread like a lighting all throughout my body when he kicked me exactly in my chest. As I lay on the floor he manages to step on my chest makes me struggle to breath. Gasping for air is the only thing I can do.

"My parents teach me to attack strangers" He sweetly stated

"L-let m-me g-go Bastard!" I said as I gasp my very last strength

There is nothing creepier to me than a person with emotions that don't match the situation. He consistently looks happy when others are in pain. He unable to truly look sad when others have a trauma to relate. He is the one who feels an inner surge of pleasure when others hurt. He pulls out a knife and straightly slack my arms. It bleeds furiously, bloods kept running down on my arms

"aaaacckk! Your crazy! Let go of me!" I tried to remove and punch him on his feet but my strength wasn't enough to manage this well balance mad man.

"Isn't it wonderful to make another Chase suffer?" he laughs and continue making wounds all throughout my arms, never wavering his calculated glare, studying my face for a sign of recognition. He's middle aged based on his posture and voice

"Stop!... just tell me who you are!... what you want from us?" I shouted, the man continues making fun of my arm and making it bleed.

"Didn't you recognize me?" the man sweetly whispers towards my ears that gives me goosebumps

"Fuck you!" I hissed

"stop cursing my little cyanide" and he flashes his evil grin, an echoing laugh from this crazy bastard makes me more worried about our situation.

"Lycko! I know you can hear me! If you can run… just run! Leave me here!" I shouted as if she can hear me

"aaacckk!" I groan as he punches me directly on my jaw

"Stop shouting Idiot! She can't fucking hear you!" the psychotic man chuckles and burst into laugh "You're an idiot! I know you knew it"

"Lycko!!! if you hear me please try to run!" I kept on shouting and the man kept on knocking me out, serving punches on my loin, jaw, chest and every part of my body he was capable on.

"she's unconscious! HA! HA! I inject her aripiprazole! She can't make it!" he shouted makes his saliva droplets drop towards my face.

"Aripiprazole?" I ask

"Yeas! It is a—"

"has a weaker evidence… base for efficacy in rapid tranquillization than other, more established medicines… It can be given with lorazepam, and together has a greater effect than aripiprazole as monotherapy. Yet! Seems the poisonous one make a mistake!" she stated

"H-how?"

Looking towards the direction of the voice she was standing behind the man and giving him a sweet smile.

She gazed into man; her eyes of liquid ocean scrutinizing things inside of which she could only dream of seeing in herself. She was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery, and was merely ensnared in the trap which she'd set. The moon poured down on her, showering her with beams of light. They caught in her hair, these moonbeams, making each dark curl seem as though it was alight with passion. Her skin was illuminated by the stars; she looked deathly pale, like her heart would stop any moment, but she knew different version of truth. That it was beating away inside her, like a constant drum. She was like an ornament, and it seemed that even the gentlest caress would break her delicate form. Her breath toppled out of her soft lips like a ball of tumble weed softly blowing through the sky.

She was a fallen angel;

a princess of darkness;

a twilight queen.

She was a mystery.

A dangerously beautiful mystery.

…

The blackness was perfect, a sort of visual silence that gave a revered awe. With eyes closed there was the simple sweetness of existing, of being, of breathing, and how those moments extended with such grace until the dawn chose to bring back the colors.

Moonless night even the silhouettes are gone.

"Too Dark!"

It was like the usual friendly smattering of stars is obscured utterly by dense cloud.

"Where am I?... Hello?... is… is everybody here?"

"Lock?"

"Lycko!!! if you hear me please try to run!"

Gasping for air was the only thing I can do, observing the surroundings makes me reminisce everything that happened.

"Lycko!!! if you hear me please try to run!" Lock was shouting while the man kept on punching him

His bleeding!

"she's unconscious! HA! HA! I inject her aripiprazole! She can't make it!" he shouted.

Aripiprazole?

Right! The needle!

"Where am I?... Ugh! I need to regain my strength" I whisper as I try to stand up.

We're at the parking lot

"Aripiprazole?" Knight-Lock asked

"Yeas! It is a—"

"has a weaker evidence base for efficacy in rapid tranquillization than other, more established medicines. It can be given with lorazepam, and together has a greater effect than aripiprazole as monotherapy… Yet! Seems the poisonous one make a mistake!" she stated

"H-how?" he stutter

"how can I know? Or how can I survive? Which one?" I sweetly asked

"How could you—"

"How could I manage myself from that Aripiprazole?" I ask him with sweetness

The poisonous one

Yet not that toxic

Due to inattention, Lock successfully hit the man's leg reason for him to fall. Knight-Lock automatically hold the man and pinned him into the ground.

"Aripiprazole an antipsychotic medicine that is used to treat the symptoms of psychotic conditions such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder… it causes dizziness, lightheadedness, drowsiness and weakness. Isn't it right supremo?" I stated walking towards their direction.

"Seems like you missed one formula?" I insult him.

His body was jolting with a new vigor, an untapped rage that was boiling up from stomach, to the rest of his body. He didn't even notice Lock's fists were clenching until blood came back on them. He was too busy staring against me, unbelievably. I kept staring at him and realized he wasn't no lion. Behind the cursing and threats, he was fidgeting, moving back and forth until he finally pushed Lock away from his body. If he was so angry at me, he would have been ramming his fists into me. But his eyes confirmed the rest.

He was longing

As the man finally stood up and run towards my direction. Confusion run all throughout my system.

His eyes speak a lot.

I didn't know who threw the first punch, but suddenly my fist was slamming into his face while he sunk into my stomach. Blood pooled in his mouth as I gagged. We stumbled apart for a brief second to catch our breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination. I dodged his fist and came up with my own; for a brief instant, his cerulean blue eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into mine. Stars burst in my vision but I shook it off, blinding throwing a sloppy kick. He stepped back, easily evading the kick.

"Is that all you got?" the man crowed, smirking infuriatingly at me. I growled and threw myself at him, changing direction at the last minute. My blood hummed in my veins as determination and anger took over.

"Watch out! H-he has a K-knife!" Lock manage to shout as the man pulls out a bloody knife. The knife was dual blade with a hardwood handle. Everything about it was precise. It was the kind of knife bullies carry when they want to look tough on their one-hour hike in the park. It was six inches of cold steel, while it's handle was ivory, reminding Chip that the knife had been murderous even in its making.

He threw his body weight behind the blade that edged closer to my face, it hit my jaw with such force blood pooled into the wound. Pain erupted from the point of impact. With my own two hands I grasped his head in my hands and brought my knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack and I released his dark haired head. Reason for the blade to fall, I manage to kick that killer sort of knife away from us, Lock manage to reach the knife while he tries to stand up and fight, blood leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right. Instead of blood flows I saw a numerous blood marks on his mask. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into my stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. My guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting. I repaid this by punching his jaw, my fist collided with all my body weight. I continued this battering until he fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in. He wasn't thinking when he let out his boiling antipathy and swung his tight fist, too quick and potent. I pulled out the dagger and slowly walk with my stilettos and act as if I was playing it.

Too early to die

But you deserve it!

An ivory-handled Italian Fascist dagger-of-honor with a poison on it.

Taste your own medicine

"I take pleasure in taking you down… You love to hurt and I can't heal my family with you around… Giving mercy is good until it is proven to hurt the innocent, then see me come out fighting… I haven't even swung a punch yet and I see you quiver… How weak you are… This isn't cruelty, this is mercy and justice combined… You cannot control yourself and so I control you. Fight me and you know I'll win, or maybe you like gambling? It's a sin, you know, as is greed." I slowly said, word by word, piece by piece.

"Sigue! Mátame! tus hermanos van a morir esta noche" he chuckles as he speaks those lines

Translation: Go on! Kill me! Your brothers are going to die tonight!

What does his means?

"Qué quieres decir?" I asked

Translation: What do you mean?

Instead of getting an answer he just laughs. I punch his face continuously until I get satisfied, I can feel the aching sensation of my fists because of his mask but it gives me much more energy and satisfaction in punching him more.

"Tell me! Where are my brothers!" I shout as I pointed my dagger towards his forehead "Tell me or you'll die!" I look at his eyes with a sharp devilish stare.

"H-Hey! Lycko! that's enough! We need to get back and check on your brothers!" Lock shout heading at my direction but instead of letting him to go, I signal him to stop. He knows what I'm capable.

"Tell me… or You'll die!" I angrily whisper

"Then kill me! You'll going to regret if you don't kill m—"

The blade met flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank deep enough to make him scream. I twisted the blade in my hands, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper.

"Fuck! Lycko stop!"

His mask cracked as the blade touches it and his skin was tearing to shreds as the knife rotated, the sound of his muscles and nerves being gouged growing louder. Then, without warning, I jerked it all the way into his chest, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside him and the black handle was pushing against his broken skin.

"Enough! He's going to die anyways just stop!... you're torturing him! Fuck!"

His cry was a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. I smirked, and pulled the blade out of my now deathly white victim. He sank to his knees, continuing to scream, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal and thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in his chest and forehead. The cascade of the man's life source gushed out in all directions, scarlet liquid squirting up all over me. I turned away as he plead for mercy became quieter, the sweet tang of blood tingling in my nostrils.

"Taste your own Cyanide!" I hissed as I walked out.

"I told you don't mess with me coz I'm the demon!"