The chanting stutters before stopping completely, gasps ringing out as the boy beside me suffocates on his blood. I jerk the blade out, the suctioning noise swallowed by his choked gasps.
He’s staring at me, eyes wide with disbelief. And then he collapses, no longer capable of holding himself up.
Gunshots ring out. A security guard stationed behind me falls to the ground, his brain matter splattered into the shadows.
That was the trigger. The entire room bursts into action. Panicked screams and running bodies aim for the exit. I don't let Larry make it a step before the curved blade is plundering through his eye. Glasses and everything.
His body convulses, and then collapses when I rip it out of his head, the suctioning noise lost in the chaos.
I look down at frat boy, and watch him take his last breath, the life snuffed out from his eyes. And I smile.
Michael erupts from the shadows, running towards me. When he’s close enough, he flings a gun at me. I snatch the weapon in the air and face the direction the black figure disappeared off into.
Urgency flooding my veins, I glance down at the little girl, her eyes still faithfully closed. Blood is splattered across her body, and I hate that evil still managed to touch her.
Slipping the hood off my face, I lean down over the girl. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. But I want you to look only at me, okay?”
Slowly, she cracks them open. The tears have dried, but her face is still twisted with panic.
“My friend here is going to take care of you. He’s going to make sure you get back to your mommy, okay?”
Immediately, she bursts into tears again. I swipe her blonde hair from her face.
“It’s okay, pretty girl. What I want you to do is keep your eyes on him and only him. Close them if you have to. He’ll let you know when it’s safe.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her little voice cracked.
She nods, and I gently sweep a tear from her face before straightening my spine.
“Take care of the girl,” I order, looking up at Michael. “Ruby should be here, she’ll take care of her and then you come back and help finish this shit off.”
Michael nods while I start towards the area I last saw the black figure disappear. If they really were a part of the Society, then I want them for information.
Screams erupt from the entrance I came in through, followed by more gunshots. One of my men must've let my team in.
Absolute carnage is consuming that cave, but I don't worry about that, trusting that no one that participated in this ceremony will make it out alive. That was a very clear order I made.
This world will be better off without them.
I only make it about ten feet before an explosion blasts through the cave, sending me flying. Time slows as my body hurtles through air, sound becoming inconceivable.
And then it speeds again, and my body is colliding into the stone altar. The oxygen is knocked from my lungs as my back hits the corner of the altar before I collapse to the ground.
Loud ringing reverberates throughout my head, but it’s no louder than a whisper when the pain is deafening.
For seconds, minutes, hours—all I can manage is to lay there as confusion and pain swirl around me.
Groaning, I crack open my eyes, squinting through the dust clouding the area. I can’t hear a goddamn thing, but as the dust settles, the body parts strewn across the place tells me how loud it is.
Bodies are running around chaotically. There’s a man dragging himself towards the steps, one leg completely missing while part of the railing protrudes from his side. He must’ve been on the top floor and gotten blasted through it.
Along with several other people, some of them missing limbs, others just covered in blood and seriously injured. Cradling some part of their body as they process the utter shock of the explosion.
The ringing recedes, and an onslaught of screams filter in.
I groan again, forcing my body into an upright position as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened.
My head is fuzzy and my vision swims, the pain flaring brighter with every movement.