Twin Moon - Chapter 203 - A Shit-storm
Whiskey.
I quickly looked up to find where the remaining men were standing. One of the ones that I had sent flying into the wall was starting to come too, and he had started groaning and crawling along the floor. The other was still unmoving, lying face down in his own blood. That just left one more unaccounted for. I whipped around just in time for a bullet to whizz past my head. The anger bubbled deep inside me, and my ribs began to twist with the need to change form. I slowly turned my head back to the man holding the gun and growled ferociously. My teeth had descended down and were now on full display. He paled and lifted the gun again. I turned my body so that I was facing him completely, but I didn’t move toward him. He fired another shot and then another right after it. I dodged them both easily. I have trained and disciplined my reflexes and heightened senses every day of my life. I have been moulded into the perfect weapon, able to kill and destroy anyone that I come face to face with. And this human thought he could take me out with a mere bullet. So naive and clueless.
His mouth dropped open as he realised that he missed me both times, then he proceeded to empty his magazine. Firing shot after shot until he had nothing left. My body moved and glided through the air, dodging the bullets effortlessly. As I straightened my posture and glared over at him, he dropped the gun and raised his hands in surrender. A laugh burst forward before I could stop it.
“Mi arrendo” (I give up) he stuttered with his hands in the air,
“Troppo tardi” (Too late) I chuckled and shook my head. I put my hands on my hips and breathed in a slow deep breath. All the air in the room slowly filled my lungs, leaving the man gagging for breath. I kept sucking it in as I watched him fall to his knees. His mouth was gaping open and shut like a fish out of water and his skin went a sickly shade of grey, then he fell forward, face first into the floor. I let the air go free from my lungs and refill the room. I stood and listened, checking for the sounds of heartbeats. Nothing.
As I stepped out of the room, the sound of a woman shrieking from above me filled the silence and echoed through the building. I laughed out loud again and turned for the stairs to the bottom floor. I suppose the woman is awake now and my little plan worked perfectly. I went down the stairs and paused at the bottom. There's no chance that anyone still alive in this place didn’t hear the gunshots and screaming, surely they would have come running if there were. Humans are dumb, for some reason these ones run towards the sounds of danger, not away from it. But just in case they are trying to hide from me, I focused my hearing and listened. I could make out the faint sounds of heartbeats. Three different rhythms, belonging to three different people, one of which was racing, the other two were slow and weak. I stepped around the corner with my Sai blades ready in front of me. I walked cautiously down the darkened hallway. This part of the building was made of mostly stone and brick. It was cold and stunk of mould and piss. I think I could take an educated guess and say this was their holding cells, or dungeon, or whatever the idiots called it. I crept further along the walkway, pausing at each heavy-duty iron door to listen for signs of life.
Once I got to the end of the hall, there was only one door left and I still hadn’t found the source of the heartbeats. I pressed my ear up against the last door and listened, all three of them were coming from this room. I stood back and looked at the large iron door. There was a sliding locking mechanism, but it was unlocked. I lifted the lever and pushed open the heavy door, standing slightly to the side, just in case. After a beat, I stepped through the door and took in the scene before me. One person, a female, was hanging from the ceiling by thick chains around her wrists. She was naked and covered in dried blood, dirt and grime. Next to her was a floor to ceiling brick wall, and on the other side of that, was a man hanging from the ceiling with the same kind of chains. He too was butt naked and covered in shit. That was two, where was the owner of the third heartbeat? I did a slow turn around the room, letting my eyes adjust and focus through the darkness. There. Huddled in the far left corner of the grubby cell, a small body was curled up into a ball. I stepped toward the person, only realising once I was closer that it was a child, maybe nine or ten years old. Apart from reeking of fear and shaking uncontrollably, it was definitely in better condition than the two hanging from the chains, which leads me to believe it is not a prisoner in here.
“Alzarsi” (Get up) I barked at the kid. It whimpered softly but didn’t move. After the past hour in this stinking hunter outpost, my patience level had already reduced down to zero. This kid was doing itself no favours.
“Get. Up!” I yelled, the sound echoed around the stone walls of the cell. I heard the chains rattle and looked over the see the male was trying to free himself. Impressive. I could hear how weak his heart was, not to mention the visible state that his body was in, and still he wasn’t giving up. That shows strength, a quality I can admire. I growled and stepped forward, grabbing the child by its hair and pulling up right. Once it was standing up, I could tell for sure that it was a hunter offspring. It was clean, well fed, and had the stench of privilege all over it.
“Are there more of you?” I asked it firmly. I glared down at its scared little face as tears poured from its eyes. The show of weakness just made me angrier. One tear, one lash. That’s what I was taught. Obviously, this little beast didn’t get the same lesson. I huffed with frustration and threw the child to the side with all the strength I had. Its head hit the wall with so much force that it basically burst open, splattering blood all over the stones. That was probably a little too rash of me. It didn’t tell me if there were more. I think I can safely say that I have gotten all of the ones that are here.
I turned my attention back to the two hanging from the ceiling. The male had gone limp again, probably overexerted himself trying to get free. I went to the female first and inspected her body. She was thin and obviously malnourished. Her skin was clammy and cold and covered in bruises and cuts. I leaned my face close to hers and listened to her breathe. She wheezed in shallow and broken breaths over a barely-there heartbeat. Even with her Were healing, she'd be dead by morning, tomorrow night at the absolute latest. I moved over to the male and looked over his body. He too was covered in bruises, but his cuts were still in the process of healing. I leaned in close to his face and listened. His heart was weak but still held strength. If I left him here, without the hunters to continue his torture, he’d be recovered and able to break free of the chains in a day or two. I couldn’t have that. I grabbed his hair and lifted his head, then pressed my blade against his neck. He groaned quietly, opened his eyes and looked directly into my own. Something I had never felt before began to grow inside me. And for the first time in my entire life, I hesitated. I looked into his eyes, and he looked back into mine. The strange feeling intensified and without realising it, I withdrew my blade from his neck. His skin was darkened by the dry blood and dirt, but I could see hints of the smooth caramel colour underneath it all. He stunk of rot and sickness, but hidden behind that, I could pick up hints of cherries. Above all, I was transfixed by the look in his eyes. He looked at me like he knew me, like he has known me all his life. There was something there I had never seen before, something that resembled fondness. He looked at me like he loved me, like I was his everything. I was lost in those bright blue eyes and the feeling of peace that they instilled in me. All I have ever known is death. But in his eyes, I could see life.
**Present Day.**
I huffed and rolled onto my side, curling my legs up to my chest. After everything I have done, everything I have endured, how could those eyes still affect me the way they do. That first meeting is still as fresh in my mind as if it were only yesterday. The feeling that those eyes gave me, when they looked into the deepest corners of my mind, it still haunts me. It feels like another life ago now. Little did I know back then, what that all meant. Little did I understand what that man, those eyes, what they would come to mean to me. I had no idea of the shit storm I unleashed that day.
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