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The pinching fibrous rope encompassed his neck. He had thought about using nylon washing line, it was cheaper but he didn't want to risk it breaking under his weight. Not that he was fat, but craftsmanship left much too be desired. He could remember back to all the times his mother's washing line broke easily with just few clothes and a strong breeze. Walking back too the hardware store with a swollen and bruised neck might have sent up another batch of alarm bells that the hemp rope alone didn't. He hadn't expected to think about it so much. The light fixture had worried him momentarily, but the antique looking lamp was apparently sturdy enough to hold his weight for the few tenuous seconds hanging from the length of rope looped around it reassured him it would do. The noose had been the most difficult part. Well maybe the walk through town under the gaze of strangers was harder. Not that it mattered now, a few minutes of fumbling and YouTube searches he had produces his own crude assistant.

 Testing the lamps strength once again, he quickly retied the knots giving him only the slightest slackness. He hoped his neck would break, suffocation scared him. Almost as much as strangers did. The stall he stood upon shifted slightly as his eyes closed, his balance warping in the darkness. His body trembled, soft flittering twitches across him. Leaning back the stall toppled, gravity came clawing after him. As much as she pulled the barny hands of the rope dug. The jolt hurt, it really hurt. Twinges and needles dances down him, as he choked. Gripping his kicking feet she pulled cutting the rope deeper. Instinctively his hands rose desperate too free himself before the tingling over took them and they dangled beside him, numbness swelling him. The ragged grouping rope tore his throat savagely choking him. His face was a blaze, flushed with trapped blood, the twitches reach his legs.

Sending spasms along his body. Each flacid flex shook him as the suffocating heat was squeezed through his head. Delicately by his neck being wrung by his own weight. Desperate his tried to breath as his lungs burned aching and yearning to supply him. More wracking spasms followed faintly as the heat over took him. Swollen throbbing darkness drank him. His soft steady breathing woke him. Startled he sat up, His eyes snapping open. Bewilderment washed over him as he slowly examined his surroundings. He sat on a deep comfortable chair, the pillouwus/fluffy brown leather seats almost swallowing him. He was naked, any trace of clothing gone. Strangest was his soundings. A moor or grassland. Wild grass and shrubs surrounded him, the furthest ones blades and bushes slipped into a thick fog. The wall of moisture hung heavy around him.

The dim overcast sky barely stood out from the grey painting. Wisps of breath escaped him never vanishing as it swirled about the bizarre place. The fauna was faint dark green, dull to his senses along with a greasy warping haze. He could barely focus as the fog crept on, blown by a low wind. The place smelt sour, like week old lemons. Musty and faint only the whisper of the wind could be heard. No croak of frogs or chirp of birds that would be abuzz the place naturally. His neck was sore, he must have slept oddly in the chair. It ached as he scanned the odd field. The fog. The fog had shapes twisted and shifting in the dancing moisture . he couldn't tell if he was imagining the figures traversing it.
Standing up his legs buckled as pins and needles shot down them. Tripping forward his hands and knees squelched in the mud, scattered stones dug and pinched his bare skin.

Catching his breath for a moment he returned too scanning the place. It seemed unchanged, the pain and discomfort was as real as his surroundings. He shuddered as the gentle wind curresed him. Failing to stand he sighed and began pushing himself across the cold ground. The earth shifted against his weight making his ill coordinated appendages struggle harder for grip. "I wouldn't go into the fog if I was you, well not before hearing me out." A soft voice spoke from behind him. His body had tensed up binding knots within his muscles unable to move as the voice spoke. It was high pitched, girlish and close. Fighting the fear that gripped his body like a wicked briar patch he turned his neck to face the voice, twinges and aches sprung up renewed as he turned. He found himself closing his eyes as his neck gave in to his feeble demand and turned threatening to collapse. He was facing it, eyes clamped tightly shut.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, each breath forced out almost at an instant. He urged himself to calm down as the panic suffocated him. "Trying too get and eyeful huh?" The voice asked before the soft shifting of leather followed. He didn't reply, he didn't know what too say. He hated talking, the words clung inside him, scared to face the world as he was. A small rock hit his naked chest and bounced off. It left a cold muddy print. The a moment later and the voice sighed loudly. "Maybe you should just crawl into the mist" it spoke again after a moment of silence. "Master did say I'd have to pick a few before settling.." The voice spoke to itself as the leather chair creaked again. Thoughts raced through his head. He needed to ask what was going on, where was he? who was the voice. What happens if he crawled into the fog, the voice had warned him.

He doubted it was anything good. "What's going on?" He croaked, his voice dry and tired barely crawled past his worn throat. His eyes watered as the pain of swallowing slid into him. The leather chair creaked once more as the voice spoke up, clearly excited. "Welcome to the river side my friend." The voice continued merrily. "I've plucked you from your treatchous stream to offer you a proposal of sorts." The voice confused him more. But he had spoken once he could muster it again. "Deal?" The word clawed its way up his throat before whimpering out. "Aha a deal!" The voice mused "My kind is synomious with deals to yours! We understand each other well. As master Says " we are but two sides of the same stone the unruled, the unkept children of her!"

The voice proclaimed "we have much in common. The time has come, together we will change all." He didn't understand, the voice spoke nonesense. "I don't understand" he said the pain faintly subsiding. The voice sighed loudly again. "I will explain then" it spoke heavy in condescension "You are on the edge of death my friend. Not of you body, that's long dead by now, but the soul. The fire within was almost snuffed by the raging waves of the river. I have saved you from eternal suffering below, be grateful, but I did not do it for free. You see? We have a goal. One we must accomplish together or all will perish into the depths. Long have we been left to our own devices, but know they return to interfere. We will not allow it, both of our kinds value freedom." The voice spoke low on conspiratorially to him.

"What are you?" He asked the voice, eyes still firmly shut. "I am me" the voice chuckled softly "Nothing more nothing less, we cannot hide ourselves down here. We see each other for what we are. But together we can acsend, escape this curse." The voice slipped into the conspiratorial tone again. It must have thought it won him over. Why would he help it, what could be below. Why him? just why him? How could he even help. Slowly he opened his eyes to face it. A child sat crossed legged facing him, from the ground he couldn't tell if it was a boy of girl. Long slick black hair parted around it's face. Fierce black horns curled out from where eyes would sit on a human. The horns matched each other symmetrically as the looped about before twisting to face the sides. The horns were inscribed with wicked symbols. Besides that the child looked normal.

The unnaturalness shifted him, feeding the fear more. He couldn't look away. The boy stared back black horns locked on his eyes. He wanted to get up and escape into the fog. But the terror gripped unrelenting it pinned him too the spot. "Master said you would run..." The boy spoke, showing of his snake like fangs and tongue. He couldn't respond before the boy started to talk again. "The price to freedom isn't cheap, everyone must pay their pound of flesh." The boy said as his thin hands felt the grooves on his horns, sitting back he sighed before continuing. "Your sacrifice will be repaid too a degree. I can reassure you that much, but you have to earn every bit of it. The war has already begun, there will be many stronger than us by now, although many with opposing goals, so many destinations leaves plenty of opportunities to reach our own. But our loyalties are to each other, and to her of course."

The boy drummed his hands on his pale knees turning his head to the grey clouds above. "Her?" He asked, cringing at the tone of his too familiar voice. The boy nodded in response. "Mother sent me here, too find a partner. To make a deal and gain an Ally. We don't just ask anyone, only those about to sink. They are the strongest tied to all realms, who best too fight on other realms then those in between. The lack of binding is the strongest binding, you understand? At the right moment all are still attached. At the wrong and you have sunk below." The boy spoke oddly, as if he was telling it too himself for another time. He could barely follow. It's mother had sent him here to save him for the below. "Why me?" He asked confusion clear in his voice.

The boy looked down from the sheet of grey above and returned his horned eyes upon him again. "You were about to sink, the perfect timing. Master was right, if I had been late you would have already run off into the haze. A suitable soul has been found. So Soul enough talking! I tire of this gloomy place. Will you accept the deal?" The boy watched him intently, small hands drumming quickly against his knees. The deal? He barely understood what the boy had said. But the boy's fear and reluctance to talk about the below sunk into him too. "What is the price?" he ask. The boy lent forward grinning, thin snake like fangs folded and unfolded as he spoke. "Just a pound of flesh too seal the pact. We will exchange and become paired." He spoke loudly horned eyes locked on him. "A pound of flesh?" He asked fear swelling again. "Your choice my friend a sacrifice must be made. It is your choice." The boy spoke quickly nodding along with each word trying to reassure him. "What can I give?" He asked, the question almost caught in his throat.

He didn't want too give away anything. Why did he have to be chosen, he didn't want this. He glanced about, eyeing the shifting figures in the grey smudge. "Anything, Only a metaphorical pound, but you must give something of value for value." The boy insisted face contorted in thought, he was using his words carefully, he was hiding something. The urge to run resurfaced. It wanted something of value, but he had nothing. He was weak willed and spineless, who would want that. His arms and legs were thin and worn. He could see that, all too clear unclouded he saw his failures. They had done their job, it was the only thing of worth he held. "My eyes... Take them" he spoke. He had decided, there would be little he could do with them. Just a reminder of the world around and how out of place he was within it. Maybe without having too face it, he could over come it.

The boy only watched him. "A heavy pound it is" the boy said strangely. As if he was impersonating someone else. The boy smiled and hoped of the chair to stand before him. He was sure it was a young man now, the boy presented his hand leaving no  questions. "We should be going before someone follows us." The boy spoke reaching out towards him. The boy was clearly pleased, he sported a big grin as he accepted the small hand up. The ground shifted slightly as he was tugged up by the boy, the child's grasp did little to assist with his shaky legs but the presence did not go unnoticed by him. The horned boy looked up at him smiling black eyebrows high in amusement. "A good choice my friend, value is well placed" the boy said tapping his horn eyes. He only nodded in response to the child. "Where now?" He asked looking around. The fog seemed to have crept closer. "Away from here!" the boy spat "They almost found us" he added gesturing too the fog.

Gently the boy gripped his wrist, ready to lead the way. Pain coursed through him as the world flipped and spun. The boy's grip like molten steel burning his soft flesh. Forcing his eyes shut he tried to wriggle free of the boy's hand, even closed lights flickered across his sight. He felt himself falling as twisting. All in silence. Like a bad dream he woke with a jump, eyes slowly opening. The boy was in the same spot beside him, looking up with a smug grin on his face. They stood in a dark forest. Night clear over head, he couldn't spot the moon. "Come on stop gawking, we don't have much time." The boy moaned as he pulled him through the woods. Rushing to keep the boy's pace he almost stumbled on leaf covered roots. The tree grew high into the sky until they vanished, fading into the dark above. He couldn't see any stars either. As they led on the trees shifted and warped becoming thinner and small as they advanced, until pathetic bent things that look like trees looped about the ground in odd shapes.

He had to clamber over numerous grabbing branches. "We better not be late!" The boy shouted as he hoped one of the misshapen trees. He was keeping pace easily. Soon they'd reached a clearing, he could see it spanning far even in the moonless night sky. Pausing he scanned looking for any landmark, only the trees stood watch. "Quickly" the horned boy said excitedly waving him over. The boy was standing above a divut in the ground before him, the bank slid down steeply into a large cave like entrance. Numerous foot prints were clearly stamped into the earthy slope. Without another word the boy led him down into the dark. Even within the cave the sourceless light kept with them, as if they were still outside he had no issues seeing. Despite how dark it had looked from above. The path twisted and turned, he felt like a rabbit inside it's burrow, the place was oddly warm. After taking a sharp corner he spotted a light ahead, the boy had paused abruptly , he was looking over his shoulder checking he was still following.

Putting his finger to his lips the boy gestures for silence and began to walk delicately. The light flickered in the distance, distorting the dark he could see little of what was within. Stepping into the lit place he was surprised countless people knelt around an large altar. The wide spanning cavern was packed, for every  kneeing person was a thing each standing over them. On the altar it turned to face him and the boy. Great black metal chandeliers were held above the monstrosity, it was illuminated for all too see. It's body was feminine in sex but it's legs merged and gave way to large sweeping tails, like that of a snake or lizard of sorts. The body sat atop the coiled things. Swollen breasts sat below it's grotesque head. That of a salamander where it's bulging lizard eyes should have been, were like they boy's, numerous types of horns spiralled or straight sprung out. The slick reptilian skin was pulled taught around the protruding sockets. He froze facing it, his eyes unable to blink. Even with his eyes focused on it alone he could tell the out of focused things turned to face him and the boy.

The salamander licked the air, long countless forked tongues slashed out towards them. Slowly it began opening its toothless maw. The soft pink mouth meat inside gave away as the jaws stretched beyond it's socket's bearing. The soft snappings and wet slappings were the only noise within the place. The prolapsed mouth wiggled slightly in his direction as the reptile jaws rested against it's back and breasts. A deep red liquid ran from them, streams snaking down her curvy body towards her sex. The meaty protrusion began to pulse and twitched more. As it's fevered twitching reached a crescendo the meat parted and a face appeared. A beautiful face, night black short curly hair and snow white skin. Her eyes were closed her face an expression of calm and virtuousness, soft pink lips sat delicately together. He couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. He had not know how much time had passed but her eyes had opened.

Empty sockets locked on his. Her mouth opened revealing perfect white teeth, just behind them sat a hidden set of smashed jagged teeth. Her mouth moved and she spoke. Great trumpets blared writhing him, crashing within him the noise reverberated across him. He ached, his body felt as if he was going too fall apart, just unravel under her words. Suddenly the noise stopped, the boy had gripped his wrist and was leading him towards her. Many of the kneeing figures looked up too watch him. All of the standing things stared, each a monstrosity in their own right, while some where only vaguely monstrous. No one spoke, the boy only once glanced back during their approach and gave him a reassuring smile. With each step his heart pulsed harder, until he was standing before it. Great clashing strikes of lightning went off inside him, not quickly but steadily. Strike, then a brief pause then another furious strike. His heart struck at him as the thing lent down face to face. Gently she whispered unspeakable words, more akin too the cries of an animal. Her human tongue had no right to make such noises, but he watched it warp and twist inside her delicate mouth. The boy replied smiling softly. The woman glanced at him a beautiful grin gracing her face.

She lent forward rest her cold face against his. "Wrath" softly the word slipped into him mind. It calmed him, numbness spread as a pale hand stroked his cheek. He felt nothing as she took his eyes. Moments passed I'm the darkness. He felt no fear the light within him was still there, a sourceless flame flickered before him. It was all the illumination he needed. He felt light, unshackled from his form. The boy tugged him away. All sensation had returned, the rough uneven ground nipped at his feet and the humidity settled on him cool against the hot air. Instinctively he followed. The voice spoke aloud again. Following the noise it bellowed and shook diving into his mind. An insesant buzzing rhythmic and familiar. Dread and sadness flooded him has he shifted awake. The blaring cry of the alarm clock cutting through his heavy dream. The distant muddled memories of his nocturnal trip fading into a haze, only the few key points shone through. In his dark room the time on his alarm scored it's emerald brans on his eyes. It was 5:45 as usually.

Sighing he pushed on urging himself awake, knowing he must escape the tender embrace of his single bed. Standing up he strode through his familiar apartment to the bathroom. The blinking light of his PC the only illumination, his drawn curtains gave no hint of light. He knew it was still dark  outside, winter had thrown out any idea of stealth and had already began assaulting the city with snow in late August. The cold chased him, her prodding fingers searching for uncovered skin. The warm embrace of hot water would resolve the issue he reassured himself while undressing. Stepping back and forth on the cold tiles he hurriedly climbed into his shower and fumbled to produce hot water. The scalding torrent slapped away winters unwarranted grasp. Drifting thoughts populated his routine, half remembered dreams and waking nightmares clouded the monotony of bathing and clothing himself. He cared little for his appearance, but his job had some standards. He had ironed his cheap suit the night before while mired in halfsleep.

It had a couple creases and crinks but he doubted anyone would complain. He played a small unnoticeable role. He had been complemented on his blazer, sweet nothings preparing him before the true intent was revealed. The drag of another weight laid on him. Twice the work from before. Others own failures were placed atop his. It bothered him, but he would never complain or object, well never outside of the solitude of his room. Stepping out into the brisk morning air he began he journey to work, school children and old people hovered around the bus stop like flies on shit. Just as annoying the insects buzzed as he took his place along side them another fly on the pile. He gave little effort to interact with them. Intentionally he shyed away from any glance or hospitality. The insecurities within left him little for the outside. He'd long decided to leave it, in warranting the socialism. The sonic violence around assaulted him, desperate to Pierce and scale his mountain fortress. Women and men eyed him occasionally, locking onto his flat stare, they'd usually look away before he did. The bus was the same, sardines in winter coats huddled in a small piss stained can. It bothered him little, nothing he'd voice allowed.

Mostly the barking and cackles of spoiled drones surrounding him, children and adults alike. The blabbering back and forth built up to such a degree he had to get off a stop early. The sneering and shouting slipped away with the damned transport. His head ached and anger flared within him, a hot yellow searing sensation yearning to be soothed. The cold helped. He had always adored the cold. Winter brought feelings of comfort and an odd sense of clam to him. Within the fire raged but the smothering snow helped ease the emotion. The soft crunching of his steps became music, a gentle beat to match the one within. The street was relatively empty. Most people out hurried about eager to get where they were going and out of the cold. His steps slowed along with his beat. He hadn't noticed, his surroundings almost overwhelming as the falling flakes swirled around him. "Hey Sam!" A voice spoke from beside him snatching away the embrace of winter and sturing the coals inside him.

Glance to his side he saw a tall blonde woman, she was familiar, Hazel brown eyes and brown roots stood out against the storm around her. Her nose and cheeks were rosey red on her pale face as she looked down on him. "Good morning!" Sam replied, he gave the lady a short nod and gentle smile. Well his attempt at one, interaction wasn't his forte but he could get past the basics. His words were blown away by the wind, the blinding snowflakes dampening his response. "Nothing good about it!" she replied speeding up but remaining close to his pace. "I can't believe it picked up so much! Out of no where" the girl shouted back too him howling against the wind. Her long coat snapped back pulling down her hood as it fluttered caught in a strong gust. Sam's hair was blown about as he leant into the storm. He was surprised he had barely noticed the change again, he couldn't remember her name. It could have been Claire but he wasn't sure, the brief exasperation faded as he stopped caring.

A soft smile reached his lips as she slipped out of view, her tall frame becoming one with the white around. Global warming became more apparent with each passing month, the summer heat had been hell. But now he nestled gentle against her pale cleavage eager to discover the pleasures she could bring him in the futures months. The numbness across his toes and fingers stretched out nudging the coals within and returned them to life. No one could see him grinning with the storm, all he could hear was the screech of the wind. He was at peace. "Over here" he heard the woman about to his side. He could almost make out signs but changed his direction towards the voice. Blind in the white haze he stumbled on the steps of their office building. "Bullocks" he said to himself as he slowly climbed the few steps. Edging closer he could see more clearly, coated figures stood in the reception busily going about the morning. The woman was by the door waving him over. "Almost kept going down the road" the woman chuckled as she opened the door and he hurried inside. "Almost!" Sam add agreeing with her opinion. He had barely noticed the familiar building, who knew where he would have ended up. "I can't believe they have us working while the weather is like this" the woman said as she headed past reception. Sam followed not out of interest just counicidense they seemed to work on the same floor. "Good thing it's almost the weekend" Sam said, picking from his index of responses.

Hopefully it wouldn't cause a response. "Sure is!" The woman mused as she paused to look at him. Her eyes shifted to his and he glanced away, looking down towards his cubical, the office looked almost empty. He had taken a step towards it when she spoke again. "What have you got planned for this weekend?" Turning he caught her eyes darting up and down him. "Nothing!" He responded hurriedly, her unbashful gesture knocked him off balance. He'd replied too quickly, he should have made an excuse but he caught her licking her lips as he panicked. "Just some laundry" he added stammering before glancing back to his cubical. Heat raised inside his coat. A sudden bead of sweat slid down his bsck, perspiration birthing into existence of his fore head. "That's great, were having a mixer tonight" she smiled at him, a hand resting on her hip as she nodded to herself. "Shit" Sam thought as he searched for an excuse to avoid the event. "Oh no I'm not actually free tonight" he added a sense of satisfaction settling across him. The woman sighed loudly "What's stopping you from attending an open bar office event? Not everyone gets this opportunity! Only those showing value are offered the chance" she inquired he eyes fixed on his.

He squirmed shifting from foot to foot under her state. Like a naughty child before the principle of a school he baked like a fish beached. "I'm moonlighting" he stammered out. "Fucking hell" he roared within his head he hadn't meant to tell the truth. He watched the woman's face shift from befily shocked to a happy grin. Her lips parted slow and she chuckled softly eyes softening but remaining on him. Her coat was hanging tucked under her arm. He hadn't noticed her take it off, panicking he glances down from her pricing eyes and watched her body, quickly glancing away from her slim curves to the ground before finally glancing away. He roared inside blushing, there was no way she missed him examining her. Those thin clear buttons were taught against her bust. "You can leave early if it isn't to your taste" she chuckled reassuringly a subtle hint layered on top.

He wasn't completely blind to the situation, if he was leaving early it was with her. "That sounds great" Sam added desperate to hold onto some composer. The woman only nodded before turning and continuing upstairs. For a second he stood their contemplating how badly his day had already gone. Luckily no one had arrived and witnessed the shameful display, and that little fact helped him cope with his sudden plans. Scurrying to his cubical he spent the rest of the morning as he spent ever other. Steadily working through the piles of barely sorted requests and deliveries. Asleep lunch was a brief dream of devouring a peanut butter sandwich. Before the emptiness of lost time swelled with work. Soon the grey light flittering through the office windows shifted to the dark of late afternoon And with the encompassing dark the woman returned. At first she hovered out of sight, but he had glanced her as she observed him going about his work. He'd almost forgotten about her in the swamp of work but it all bubbled to the surface.

His heart beat quickly as the bird of prey circled above. His wide frog eyes desperately searched for a refuge. Faking a stretch he turned pretending to examine his surroundings. Faking surprise at noticing her he gave a small wave and a gentle "Hello there" he smiled softly, not wanting to seem too eager. She smiled back "Don't forget about tonight! It's at seven, by the horned lamp!" She stepped into his cubical as she talked stepping closer to him. "I don't know where that is" he fake chukled turning back to his desk. While his words had been steady he fumbled with retieving his pen and sticky notes. Stammering while trying to unstick the note from the stack he asked "what's the address?" He quickly blurted out "I'm sure I'll find it" she pressed against him. Sliding his office chair along the carpteted floor unto his chest was against his table. Belly pressed against his back and neck as her breasts rested against him. Blushing bloomed as she took his shaking hand in hers and wrote the address down on his scuffled note. He could feel her stead heart beat.

Unintentionally his breathing had become heavier, as if all the air within the office had become steam. He panicked a bit before she finally pulled away. "Don't be late, or I'll be mad!" The woman chimed as she left, someone out of sight calling to her. He was too flustered to pay attention to it. He signed loudly shifting to get more comfortable after the sudden tightness in his trousers. Taking enough time to settle he sorted out his station before leaving. The whole day his phone had sat silently in his pocket, a stone of security he occasionally relied on. He'd have to miss the mixer. Standing up Sam watched the long hand climb to large 12 on a distant clock. He felt it as the hour passed. A sudden weight lifted from his shoulders. A relived sigh slipped from his lips as his phone began to vibrate. Confidently he spun hand eloquently retrieving the bustling device. The private number sung fimilairaty as he swiped and put the phone to his ear. A robot voice spoke after a brief silence. The text to speech device said the address twice before hanging up the call. Smiling too himself he called an uber.

The trip had passed quickly but the gloomy winter night had set in casting everything in drawn greys and pale blacks. He'd been waiting about half an hour on the corner of some small park in the middle of a residential area. The odd person just went about their snowy day ignoring the young man waiting by the curb. Sam watched the glinting snowflakes fall around the high street lights. The sound of the city carried away only to return briefly when the wind retreated. Cars zip passed tires slipping and splashing their way through the grit laden road. The soft cracking grind of the salt trailed each passing vehicle. Until a white panel van pulled up in front of him. The road was conveniently empty as the door slid open and he clambered inside. It hadn't been his first moonlighting session but he felt butterflies fluttering inside him. His excitement stoked the flames within. Ploping down onto a worn wooden bench he examined the van. A young man pulled the door closed behind hind him.  Overweight with short hair, Sam wasn't surprised. Types like him were the most common, regression in real life reflected in their souls.

Eager to descend to the dark reassess below. The fat boy noticed his gaze and gave a short curt nod. Sam returned the nod respectfully, the fatty had done well to find the light. Next to the fat one was and odd pair, an attractive young woman and a bland man. They were old, into their later thirties. The woman stunk of uncertainty while the main remained calm. Some attempt to relight the flame between them maybe, Sam though to himself. Noticing the sly grin fat boy fired at him. The last person who sat next to him almost blended in with the darkly lit van. He was the most surprising. Sam hadn't seen a black taking part before, he didn't doubt that they did. Just a note of his first encounter with one. The three outliers gave no response to his forward examination. Guess everything is deversifing Sam thought to himself grinning at the fat boy. The boy grinned back a mutual understanding bold and clear. "So how often have you been out?" he asked the fat boy. Leaning back he spread across, relaxing against the pinching wooden bench. "Bout my sixteenth, last couple ones were just a few hours though" he chimed eager to flaunt his seniority to the other participants. "And you?" He added leaning back onto his own bench and mimicking Sam's posture.

The creak and slight wobble didn't go unnoticed and the couple gave him some sideling glances. The fat boy's stomach peeked out from between his hoody, a pale glit in the gloomy van. "Thirtieth. All in London though." The fat boy's accent sung of the north. Sam was sure he'd been involved up there. "Aye I thought it best to start over after that fiasco" the fat lad chuckled. A deadly glint In his eye. Sam was surprised any had survived but it bothered him little. "And you two? First time?" Sam asked eyes still exchanging looks with the northerner. He would be sure not to underestimate him. He caught the woman and the man watching him as he looked away. The woman was unsure as before as the man answered. "Yes, Can't say this is what I expected." The posh voice dug at Sam, he faked a smile at them. "Try not to worry we'll take good care of you." He replied cheerfully while gesturing at fatso. The lad only shook his head. "And what about you darkie?" Sam said shifting to watch the black man. The couple gapped while the fatty began howling. The dark skinned man seemed shocked by the clearly racist address. Sam grinned boldly. "Better remember the rules, your kind does have trouble reading!" He chastised the dude comically waggling his finger at him. "You fucking what?" the darkie shouted back shifting forward arm cocked and ready to swing. "Stop! Don't!" The woman said shouted surprising sam as he rocked back out of the way of the traveling fist. Darkie had swung wide. The black guy stopped, face twisting in anger. "You fucking cunt" he shouted at Sam two dark middle fingers rising to deliver the point. Fatso's chuckle began laughing hysterically and Sam joined in rocking back out of the man's reach. The couple gave the pair disgusted looks while the black guy glared at them hatefully. "You're lucky, you cunt" the man added black finger pointing at sam. "You three aren't cut out for this work" Sam smugly responded.

He was sure. He had little care for most people, race bothered him least. A human was a human if it was black, brown or pink. You could tell peoples boundaries once you've observed enough. They weren't the type of people to prosper while moon lighting. People like them were unfortunately the causes of failures like the north. Not that they were soft. Sam was sure he was soft in a way. But the little that gave him an edge they lacked. The fat one clearly had no problem with the situation and while sam thought it was in bad taste it exposed the weaknesses affronting them. He'd have to do most of the heavy lifting with the reject from up north romping about. No place for someone inexperienced. He doubted they'd made contact the same way him and the northerner had. They were just too human. Or maybe not human enough, they could be on their way to the next stage of evolution while fatty and him followed in equitinitty. The three just watched him as he stared back, deep in thought his facade had dropped. Deep eyed gaze and low frown crassed his face as he gritted his teeth in annoyance. Fierce and wild unraveled and ready to snap. The reflection in the tinted glass windows made him look like a beast. A beast of the old gods. He couldn't hide it from them, they would see tonight and either die or survive to spread his legend. He had earned a little name for himself, he even had an inkling who the fatty might be. He'd even earned a gift from his mother. Horned like herself the upper part complete inveloped his upper head while the mouth and neck were covered by a silky veils.

The three had gone back to minding their own business. Clearly trying to ignore him. Sighing quietly he settled into his seat and listened to the scream and honk of the traffic sourrunding them. The northern was seemingly lost if though as he gazed out towards the passing lights and figures. Sam was tired, the dreams hadn't stopped even though others insisted they would. His short thoughts were interrupted by a quick knock on the driver's wall. Instinctively the door slid open. Sam peered out. Standing on the snowy pavement was a black girl. She seemed to be surprised looking up from her phone eyes wide at the to pale faces staring back at her.  "Get in nerd we're going to save the Internet" the fat sperg declared waving his hand at her. Sam only Stared. Another black, what are the chances of that. She was cute. She'd be cuter with less clothes on but Sam had no intentions of getting too distracted. The girl gave the pair a puzzled look but said nothing as she climbed in.

She sat between him and the black guy, the space between them almost double that of the darkie. The fatso laughed as she gave the pair a dirty look. "Well fuck me" sam spoke aloud as the northerner closed the door. "Maybe later" the fatty chuckled as he lent back on his creaking seat. The chosen had been assembled Sam thought to himself eyeing the participants. Who ever was in charge of establishing new covens sure was aiming for diversre groups. The dividing lines were clear. He couldn't help but be annoyed with the side he was left on. But fatty did seem to have a similar mind set as him so he couldn't be all bad. The journey passed the only sound the buzz and hum of the outside world. The amateurs were becoming clearly agitated. Sam glimpsed the whispering back and forth and fidgeting. He had been the same his first time, cold sweats and strange faces had dragged out the entire event. Being accosted by a tall muscular black man may had been mainly responsible. But he saw the wisdom in Hakeem's behavior. Only a few weeks later he'd actually exchanged words with his friend. Little could prepare someone for what they could face, getting use to sudden assaults wouldn't hurt. Hakeem had supported his reserved and quite response.

Anger wasn't always the best option. "Sometimes it's better to be scared and act accordingly" Hakeem spoke in his head, the words ringing in the silence. He had admitted to his fair share of retreats, better to live in shame then die a fool. Not like they were bastions of virtue to begin with. Hakeem had reassured him in the early days. His guising words of support reinforcing his dicisson to keep participating. Fear led the way through the light. His thoughts drifted to past events and the faces he saw. The bag was always mixed, old, young, black, white, gay or straight anyone seemed to be chosen. He wondered what happened to those who discovered it but were not, what lay beyond the fog? His thoughts were interrupted by the door sliding open. A bag appeared flying through, with a soft crash it slid along the floor before stopping at the opposing wall. Following it Linford hoped in. The basset hound wore a grey dog coat. "Fuck me it's cold" the dog barked as the door slid shut behind him. The shocked faces stared at the dog as he hopped onto the wooden bench beside Sam. Warped faces of confusion followed Linford as the bag slid into place before him. "Good night everyone! You're fresh faces bring joy to my heart." The dog rambled on as the long luggage bag slid open the zipper pulled by some unseen force. "What's the situation?" Fatty asked, un phased and focused on their upcoming assignment.

Linford gave the amateurs a quick glance, taking in each one's face. Little was given away by his doggy features but Sam could sense some apprehension. "Some homeless ones are trying to open a gate. You'll have to stop them, they have acquired quite a few supporters if my Intel is correct." The dog replied as balkavas floated from the bag, the four masks slowly floated over to the fresh meat. Their inexperience stank up the place. Six pairs of rubber gloves floated up in a pile before separating to each participant. Sam had wondered about bring his own leather gloves, but couldn't muster the strength to go and buy any. He thought it ironic he could commit crimes and romp about while masked but too much public transport and he crumbled. His cold fingers probbed his cheek in annoyance. The thought bothered him shining a light on his all to clear faults. He knew his errors bout doubted they could be fixed. His mask was produced next, the stiff horns from a variety of animals Pierced through worn black leather.

He thought the material was leather in a sense. It was something's stripped skin, Linford hadn't shared any thing when first showing off the gift. Soft veils hung below glittering in the little light. Next came an abhorrent mess compared to Sam's own. The mask was torn and shredded little more then ruptured meat. Even with their faces covered by balaclavas the others looked at it with horror. It resembled an empty meat balloon, shards of metal and crystal piercing the already messy remains. The thing floated to fatty. Donning his own mask he fed almost unnoticeable sparks into it. Six pointed runes flashed inside his eyes as the van appeared clear as day. All dark gloom vanished with only shades of grey in the darkest corners. It felt as if he wasn't even wearing it, the unbound vision the only hint. It fit perfectly. With a head inside the balloon the Norther's mask looked more human ESC. Some victim of a horrrifc event, sharpenal standing out at odd locations. "I've heard about you! Didn't think I'd get to work with the Dog" Meat head replied nodding to Linford. "That makes you the Forester!" Meat head added firing off two finger guns at Sam. "We wouldn't be if you lot hadn't fucked up" Linford replied curtly in a low growl. "You've left us spread thin, thin enough to be relying on the unblooded." Linford continued turning to face the others. "You will have a minimal role in this. None of us wanted you, Sam will deal with the gate. The rest of you will follow his lead." Linford addressed the confused faces a selection of weapons appeared from the bag.

Sam was a bit shocked too. Unbloodied were going out moonlighting? How badly had the north screwed up. Sam couldn't help thinking to himself as Linford went on explaining the plan. He knew his part, didn't need to know theirs. The war was heating up, Sam couldn't help thinking about how many he knew had died. Those familiar faces wordlessly disappearing. They were losing. As much as he hated to admit it, things were looking bad. The journey passed quickly while the memories of long gone allies blossomed. "It's time" linford barked as the van pulled slowed to a stop. The rolling door echoed down the empty alley it led out into. "We'll keep an eye out" linford barked before the door slid shut. Sam found himself standing in the cold. The fresh faces lay hidden by balaclavas. The deserted back road was a field of untouched snow, except where the van had sat. The headlights of the slowly reversing vehicle illumanted the shmying flakes. The snow had picked up again whipping through the lightscathed entourage, propelled by the wind. He could sense the gate, who ever was opening wasn't doing a good job. Who knew how many would show up to interfere.

Sighing he began walking towards the steady pulse. The vague sense of force echoed out from the building ahead, sinking into the vibration of the music resonating from within the club. He had heard some of the songs before on the radio, he didn't really like them. Thinking to himself Sam knew he'd have to work fast, rushing to the gate was his best option. Smiling slightly he reassured himself it was the only option. Stealth had always erked him. He preferred to flex his ability whenever possible. Slipping his glock into his suit trousers, Sam assessed the building. The sigle fire exit sat closed, he could just burst in or go through the roof. The hap hazardously sigil before him would set of an alarm when triggered. The others said nothing and hung back, heads surveying. "The roof, no one expects it" the northerner hummed squinting against the wind. Sam only shook his head. "It's too late, we should rush em" the pulsing was only increasing by the second.

The northerner chuckled an somewhat pleased expression shifted across his face in the dim orange glow of stray light. "It's gonna be rough. Better get ready" he spoke facing the amateurs. They had slipped closer listening too the short exchange. Sam only nodded as he approached the door, the sour smell of badly hidden magic thick in the air, he almost coughed. Gently placing his hand against the exit he focused his strength tensing his body as he pushed. The sigil shattered as the door exploded. The force sent chunks of metal into the neon lit hallway before him. The world slipped by slowly as Sam watched the force ripple through the two unsuspecting guards. The ripping shrapnel followed tearing apart their already shattered frames. The sound only dampened by his own prepared defenses. A quick flicker of sigils spread across his vision as the scene sped up. Meat sacks met the ground as he raced past. Soundlessly he felt the northern own wicked force flex behind him a bold orange giving chase. Doors and pathways flickered past at his pace. He could sense the gate stabilizing before dropping back into a pulsing fit. He cursed to himself. Things were well and truly about to get fucked. The houses were too busy fighting amongst themselves to pay any attention to the unbound.

Twisting round a corner two guards met him. They stood before an rickety elevator, wide eyed and opened mouthed. A single cigarette twirrled thoughtout the air as Sam met them two feirce punches shattered the guard before him as a crude axe carved the other in twain. Steam rose from the battered bodies as they slumped to the ground empty vessels at their feet. "I can sense it too" the northerner added sluggishly as he retrieved his axe from the pile of split flesh and exposed bone. The world returned to normal as Sam replied. "That isn't good" the northerner nodded as he mashed the elevator button. Sam scanned the long corridor. It seemed like they had been the first ones there. The houses were truly slipping on the blood of each other, unhealed wounds an age old would drown them all. Suddenly a balaclava covered figure appeared around the same corner they had, steadily the breasts bounced their way towards them. The northern had noticed and the two watched nonchantly as the black girl slowed to a stop before them.

Even with her mask her eyes lingered on the corpses to either side of the elevator's doors. "Fancy meeting you here" Sam chuckled as he turned to check the steadily climbing number. They hadn't even sigiled the thing. Sam was unsure if the northerner had checked. But nothing seemed to have changed. The girl said nothing only eyeing them suspiciously as she slid her own gun free from her waist band.  Sam got a generous eyeful of her flat dusky stomach and a disgusted glance in return. The soft ping of the sliding doors echoed into the hallway. "Well if the others aren't coming we should be on our way." Spoke the northerner as he stepped in. Sam followed, the girl almost jumped in desperate to not touch the steadily spreading pool of blood. "Probably the basement right?" The northern asked while pressing the button. "Probably" the girl replied surprising Sam and the northerner. "Probably" Sam added as the torso of a balaclava clad figure hit the far wall. Before it could touch the ground thick nails of some indistancably material pinned it too the wall. The long flowing hair from underneath suggested it was the business man's lady friend. The black girl only gasped as a slim figure rounded the corner. Wolf jaw on her head she carried a spear and was complete naked. Expect for the blood covering her respectable figure. The black girl leveled her gun at the sprinting woman. "Not insi-"  the northerner began to say as he prodded the basement button, eager to get the machine working. The loud explosions quickly faded as his sigils activated.

A few rounds hit the naked girl little pockets appearing across her as she kept on sprinting towards them. The northerner had both hands covering his ears as Sam raised his own weapon at her, sliding the safety off. He had been slightly ammused the girl had knew how to fire a gun. Not very common skill, people like to forget the safety or even chambering a round. Well she is black Sam chuckles to himself as he opened fire on the girl. Enough shots to the head would have ventilated any normal person. The bitch clearly wasn't one, sighing to himself as the girl kept on only slightly slowed be the lack of the back of he skull. He had survived worse too. But it was defiantly annoying when others did it. Might focused to his right as the elevator doors closed and a sigil erupted before the door. "Hope she can't get through that." The chubby man gasped, his face in anguish. The girl mask hid most of her expression but she firmly shut her eyes and massaged her temples, suggesting he might have been the only one to invest in some defensive sigils. "What the fuck was that?" The girl shouted gazing at them through tears. "I know right! She wasn't exactly dressed for the weather." Sam replied chuckling at his own joke.

The northerner only sighed. "What? I can't hear you" The black girl shouted. "Shooting inside a elevator will do that" the northerner added rubbing his own temples. She may been unbloodied but she was chosen Sam doubted it would affect her too long. Up above he could sense the sigil flickering under the nudists attacks. Below the gate was dropping less often. "Think there are any stairs?" The northern asked while the familiar sense of falling floated across Sam's body. Glancing up Sam could sense the sigil sitting unmolested. The elevator was still on it's journey how ever far basement was the thing was still going. "It would be a bloody lot of stairs." The girl added leaning against the shiny metal wall. She stood there breathing deeply and sighing in pain. "I'm out of bullets" the girl spoke showing the weapon towards the two young men. "Seems so" Sam added only glancing at the slide locked back showing it's empty belly at him. The girl only scowled at the communtive lack of help. "Not shooting helps" the northerner added.

Then he felt it stabilize. Gasping he choked under the pressure, gasping he dropped too his knees vision blurring as tears filled it. The dark consumed him swallowing deeply as it felt and lashed his force. In the darkness two long spindly legs gazed at him. Misshapen antenna covered in soft white fur. Reaching out the two appendages gripped him as fire erupted throughout. New words rippled through him speaking it's first corporeal words. "I scream" the words whispered as his flesh slid free exposing him until only his dark orb remained. Miniscule and unnoticeable barely glinting within the void. "I scream!" The voice whispered again. Pain flexed within his centre as his ebony orb was suddenly caressed by a thinner furrier anntena. The thing appeared and vanished almost instantly. The stinging pain lingering acknowledgement of it ever being there. "Who are you?" The soft voice asked. Delicate and inquisitive the quite voice asked again as another antenna lashed him from behind. "I do not know you" the voice answered itself. "Who?" The voice asked before fading away. "I scream" it whispered in response. "I hear you" Sam hummed his dark soul glinted against the flat nothing.

For a moment the voice didn't respond, he glanced furred antenna reaching out partially before disappearing. "You belong to her?" the voice whispered almost inaudible. "Her" the voice repeated louder the soft voice cracked clearly distressed by the revelation. "She is here" the voice quickly added. As another antenna lashed him splitting his orb apart with pain. "I scream" it whispered at him. Soon the darkness faded as the soft ping of the elevator door sliding open brought him back. The light was blinding as Sam slid forward unpropped. His body throbbed. Weakness held him close as he glanced about. The hallway was similar to the one above. Numerous sigils coated everything. He could barely sense himself. Moaning he rolled onto his side. Nails digging into his body. Everything had slept while it screamed. He needed to get the fuck out of there. It knew he was here. Shifting he roared within his head cursing his sleeping flesh willing it to move against the suffocating pins within him. Stirring he sat up the awful sensation only increasing with any movement. The girl had gotten her balaclava off before throwing up all down his trousers. She rested against his ankles her open eyes unfocused and darting about.

The northerner had strings of vomit all down his shirt and trousers. Sam couldn't help noticing what a pitiful bunch they were, it erked him greatly. Shifting he shook the black girl desperate to free his sleeping legs from her weight. She only moaned at his shoving hands, her eyes focused as he slid her off. The eager twitches of waking muscles suggested her awareness. The northerner moaned as he crouched. "Out" was all Sam could mister through his slack jaw. Watching their stuttering forms attempting to move showed their understanding. Then the dim lights went out. Sam could still see clearly if only a little blurred with his distracted mind. "I scream" the voice whispered too him as the others began to twitch more intensely. The girl could only let out mumbled words as she kicked haplessly trying to move her heavy upper body. The northern was on all fours crawling over her. "See" the words strained out from her mouth as her arms began pushing her passed the Fatman. Finding his way to his own arms and knees Sam led the twisted procession on. "I scream" the voice whispered again. The sigils had fallen. Sam hadn't known when but the walls were blank, thankfully a sign hung just before him. A stick figure claiming some stairs. "Follow" Sam spoke breathlessly as the black girl crawled along the ground towards his voice.

The northerner wasn't far behind her. Reaching the door he propped it open as the voice spoke again. "Where are you?" It chuckled girlishly soft sadistic enjoyment seeping through. "She isn't here!" It whispered clearly happy by the declaration. "Come!" Sam pleaded too the others. He couldn't sense anything. Her mask was only giving him sight. The girl was whimpering as she grew closer to him. He was sure he could stand. But unsure of how long. Eager he kept on as the girl felt his legs and the door it was propping open. She cought on quick and wordlessly followed her hands feeling her path forward. "Where are you!" The annoying voice hummed closer then it had felt previously. Spurred on Sam clambered up the stairs fear raising within him quickly. "Up" he panted glancing back at the girl on his tail. "Here?" The voice asked as the northerner was pulled back through the door he propped open. Sam could only watch in grey and white shades as the door slammed shut and blood began to pool underneath the door.

The northerner hadn't made a noise, only the soft wet ripping of whatever did away with him. "Not here?" the voice asked unsatisfied with what it had found. Sam couldn't sense anything as he turned away and continued to climb the stairs. The girl was right on his tail. She would have noticed the door slamming and the sound of splashing. Thankfully she made no sound while pushing on. Flight after flight followed stressfully as it searched below. Persistently it asked where he was. The crippling sensation had passed after the second set. They steadily crouched their way up the unlit stairs. "I scream" the voice whispered. Then it did. far below the the thing's release howled up eager to escape it's own throat. Animalistic it shook the walls straining his own sigils. The girl fought to escape the ringing as she pressed her palms to her ears. She clambered over him and ran eager to escape the catoshpe. She only actually made for steps before stumbling and topping down a few steps. He had thought her body had given out, but to his surprise a naked girl followed sprawling down. The wolf girls spear clattered down past him as she met the way and splayed out showing off her thick patch of ginger pubes.

She was as frazzled as them. Barely focusing her eyes lulled drunkenly, she was sensitive. More so than him or the black girl, probably gave her the confidence to run around naked. Sam wondered of he could get a good feel before either of em died. The black girl produced her empty glock waving it more menacingly and wordlessly at the naked girl. Crawling up behind her he could only slap her round ass. "Hurry!" He whined his throat aching. The girl dropped the gun and kept climbing. Passing the ginger girl their eyes locked. For a second before he tried his best to memories her body. He blew her a quick kiss and returned to climbing the stairs. Another distraction for the thing below. A very pretty one at that, freckles danced down her face and neck to her pale breasts. Then a explosion echoed from below. A door slammed too hard. The snapping of hinges. The girl watched him pitifully failing to roll over. His feet wanted to run. But he had to do something. Might even have a good chance at fighting it off in such an enclosed space. Sam sat down on the steps admiring the naked girl fail to sit up. Her spear lay just a few steps down. Wet slapping snaked it's way towards him. Drumming franticly as the thing approached, he sighed standing. He slid his clock free, he doubt it would do much but it helped him feel better. Walking down a few steps on wobbly legs he crouched tossing the girl her weapon.

The noise was getting close a pitter patter of death approaching. He could feel the black girl struggling on her way. He gave the naked girl one long final look and rushed to charge the coming threat. Kicking of the walls with his fleeting feet he flew down barely touching the steps. The grotesque thing watching him surprised as he appeared around a corner. Spinning in the air he kicked out at the fetus. His heel snapped the child's neck feeling to little floating body go limp. An arm snatched him out of the air the little puppet wobbled on its ambilical cord as the true body naked round the stair way. The body was a mess of the mother, the head rattled broken trying to watch him from the infants tiny eyes.  Cursing he felt is soul ache burning his sigils. Sam flexed his right arm raising his glock to the approaching child. "You!" It hissed as he unloaded round after round into the puppeteered child. The thing wheel away dropping him as the bullets split the child's in half. The rear screeched the mother thrashing wildly. He ignored the pain as his back met a railing, the metal propped him up as he grasped the glock with both hands. "It's me!" Sam replied breathlessly tossing the sigil bound gun. The thing didn't even try to escape as the lower half sprayed stinking black ichor. The empty gun exploded sending shrapnel further into the monster. It rushed through two long clawed fingers  slashed him. He felt his right arm give as the force sent him flying with the swipe. Sam felt blood pooling under him as he tried to stand. The creature thrashed again knocking him further up the stairs. His back was torn open, he could of feel the jagged pain lancing up him. He could feels the hot blood pouring from him. He wasn't feeling too well as he managed to run a few steps before slipping on his blood. The creature pattered up behind him easily chasing him down. He rolled to face it. The child dangled behind the mother as she hissed at him. Her face was split and gaping maw of teeth. With little flame flickered and a sigil sprung to life. The creature watched him eyelessly as Sam's left hand sunk into his pool. The sigil sparked as it spoke. "You die!" It screamed in his mind. The remains of his blood boiled and hardened spiraling up copper coilins into the things swollen torn belly. It looked shocked as another sigil burned before him and another set of copper coils pinned it above. Sam felt cold as he sent a third set pinning the wiggling creature further. Sam coughed he could taste the blood on his lips. His mask was dirty now. Black ichor of the creature poured down on him as it writhed alive but pinned. The black sludge burned a sour stink of corrosion rose as smoke began to escape it's wounds. Sam cursed crawling out from under the awful liquid. He crawled in silence listening for the pitter patter of a free monstrosity. He didn't look back as he climbed. The cold concrete steps quickly heated as he bled and bled. He wasn't too worried about dying, but living in parts would not be fun. Foot steps came from above. Too fast to be a regular human, Sam sighed propping himself against a wall he could still faintly hear and smell the corrosion of the creature below. And soon enough a man appeared around the corner. Sam eyed the man, he could still fight. "Howdy partner!" He said between jagged breaths. The mans response was cut short from the sound of a loud wet slap. Sam laughed "I scream" Tue creature roared from below. Standing Sam pushed passed the man and ran on his weak legs. He heard the man scream as he stumbled desperately trying to patch himself back together. He wanted to throw up, chills shot down his body desperate to stop him from moving, he passed where he had left the ginger girl. The others must had made it. He glanced up the stair well and could see only a few flights left. Joy springed in his heart. He thanked the mother whoever that corpse was he had saved him. Glancing down the stair well he almost froze. It was watching him, half of the child dangled out from its ambelical cord a few flights down. An huge split eye had sprung from the little torso. The pitter patter returned. "I'm coming for you!" It screamed. "She isn't here" it roared. Sam burst forward his legs aching as he pushed himself. The things howling stretched and dragged as he sped up the steps. Spinning round the final flight he slammed through the metal door above. Light snapped his eyes shut for a second as his mask filtered it. Shocked faces watched him. Enemy faces, the naked one was among them now wearing a long coat. In a lit corridor blood and dead people were spattered about the place. Landing between them his sigil final flickered out. He saw the outlines as sigils burst to life. His soul burned failing to match the incoming assault. The faint wall shattered as thick nails pined his legs to the ground. The naked girl sure did hold a grudge. "Fucker!" He roared tearing away his right foot. His side was punctuated. Pain once dull flared as his sigils flickered out. He tried to stand but another barrage struck him. He felt the bolts drove into his skull and chest. Deep gouges seeped. He felt drunk on one knee he tried to stand again. His pinned foot would not budge. He couldn't hear anymore. He felt so hot, he tried again to move but his free leg couldn't move either. Glancing down Sam saw his legs pinned feet and trousers lined with fierce needles. Blood bubbled in his nose as the room twisted. The cold floor smashed his cheek, the cold pain turning warm he tried to sigh but his throat was clogged with blood. He could only throw up a froffy puddle of crimson as he slipped away.

Dream?

Sam sat up oxygen burning in his lungs. He was in darkness. Pitch black he couldn't see a thing. He felt his face his left arm tracing his nose. Sam knew he was alive. He could sense his little flicker inside. He sighed coughing and retching, crusty blood flaked with each choked breath. Breathing he could finally focus. He was collared. His arm traced the warm stone against his neck Sam could feel the groved sigils along it. He right arm was numb, he could feel it resting against his side. Sam knew it would take a while to full heal, the collar even managed to dampen the sigils carved into his bones. He was impressed, he guessed they were