Chapter 2: Chapter 2 (Arc 1: One Last Job)

(Trigger warnings: Intense Violence, Gore, Horror/Bizzare Imagery)

“So what do we do now Grim? Hm? What do we do now?”

SQUEE! SQUICK! SQUISH!

“They took…the van…didn’t they…?” I said with my vision partially coming back.

“They sure did, and with that, all the money, all the guns, and even the file saying where the girl is, there’s no telling of what will happen now.” Other me said shaking their head.

With my vision finally coming back I could see the full situation. Checking my watch and looking directly at the time it was eleven thirty pm and by the looks of things, I did have my pouch full of coins. Looks like the brats didn’t know what they were doing. But then again they wanted to rob the van not me.

And better yet, I wrote the coordinates on my hand when going over how many miles I was supposed to go. So all that mattered was finding a car I could drive in and some weapons and by the looks of things that was open right now was…

…the department store in front of me.

This was a parking lot for a shopping mall after all.

Which meant I had about exactly… twenty-nine minutes to get in and get out and get the stuff I needed. What stuff did I need? Well, that’s simple really. All I needed exactly was…

…

“A backpack, A red baseball cap, a surgical mask, rope, three packs of duct tape, A baseball bat, three cans of soup, three pool cue balls, three screwdrivers, three boxes of bobby pins, Three bottles of hairspray, three boxes of long nails, three bottles of alcohol, three small towels, three hammers, three kitchen knives, a map of the area, three packs of ten darts, three lighters, three bottle of water and a three chocolate bars…very peculiar choice of options of items sir, will you want this in plastic or paper?” The young twenty-something-dyed green hair woman who didn't want to be here said looking at me strangely…or rather the blood on my jacket.

“Can you put them all in the backpack please?” I said pointing to the backpack on the side.

“SURE! Why not…ugh.” She said very much attitude as she did so.

As soon as she finished I handed her a gold coin and she looked up at me I let out a simple phrase.

“You never saw me, capiche.”

“Capiche sir.”

“Good,” I said taking my leave from the store.

(ATTENTION EVERYONE THE DEPARTMENT STORE IS NOW CLOSED, PLEASE FINISH YOUR SHOPPING AND HEAD TO THE NEAREST CASHIER, THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT SONS AND CO, HAVE A BLESSED DAY, MAY THE LORD BE WITH YOU!)

“Well, guess it's time to find a car, looks like I’ll take…hm…that one,” I said pointing to the only non-flashy car in the place. 

A red family van that no one would suspect would be stolen other than the one I stole it from. A simple Hotwiring of this car should suffice but getting in was a whole other story. I couldn’t just break in I had to do something that I learned in good old criminal activities.

The good old duct tape on the window pull.

CRICK! CRICKITY! CRACK! 

And it seemed to have worked.

Now all I had to do was…

VR!

…Hotwire…

VRRRRRR!

…the damn…

VRRRRRRRRR!

…Thing!

VRRRRR….VROOOOOOOOOOOM!

“That should do it!” I said pulling out of the parking lot.

“Hey! ASSHOLE! That’s my car!” Said the punk twenty-something cashier girl said as she ran in my direction.

VROOOOOOOOOOM!

Too bad even a junk car like this was still faster than her.

“You’re going to give the car back right? RIGHT?!?” Other me said slapping my arm as we drove.

“I probably got to dump the car when I’m done with it,” I said now fully focusing on the night road ahead of me.

“Well, you got to make it up to her somehow, judging by the family photos in this car it’s most likely her parents.” Other me said pointing to the family photo on the sun visor.

It looked like a family van cause it indeed was a family van. A picture of a family of five was on the sun visor. An interracial couple with three kids, two boys, one girl, and that girl was the cashier. Lovely ain’t it, sigh, jeez. Stealing from people who committed crimes, supervillains and even the average goon was one thing, but a twenty-year-old with a family was a new low even for me.

“Well?” Other me said smacking me on the side of my arm.

“Well, what?” I said making a turn onto the desert road.

“Are you going to make it up to her? You know, maybe get her a new car, leave her some extra golden coins, something at least?” Other me said hoping they’d get another answer than the one that they knew they were going to get.

“No, I won’t.”

They did not like that answer.

“You know you’re an asshole right.” Other me said crossing their arms as they pouted their face.

“I know,” I said lighting a cigarette as I drove forward in the night on a road with no lights.

I like the night, it was quiet, dark, and avoid of all people. If I could stay in the night forever I wouldn’t mind. After all, the day was for the living…

…and I wasn't exactly what you would call alive.

…

“We’re here?” Other me said as they looked at the location we were at as I turned off the headlights.

“Yep, luckily the map helped greatly and now by the looks of it this abandoned building could be the only place where they’d hold a sixteen-year-old girl, probably got more in there doing god knows what to them,” I said putting on the mask and baseball cap.

“Your at least going to try to help the other people in there if there are any right?” Other me said hoping for the moral answer.

“Nope, there is one girl in there that needs saving so the rest of the people there can die for all I care,” I said grabbing the soup cans.

“God, for once can you just do one kind act, for once, in your life! I have to live with the actions you commit in this world too y’know.”

“Then piss off, will you! What are you, my mom? I’m stuck with you so you’re stuck with, a very unfair trade-off but one you have to deal with, so…shut it.” I said getting out of the van soup in one hand and a hammer in the other.

CLACK!

Looks like mister goody two shoes decided to stay in the car. Thank god cause by the looks of things I’m probably going to have to brutally kill some goons. If I had a gun I could easily make the deaths as quick as possible. Did I care that their deaths were going to be bloody and painful? No, not at all. But what I did care about was time, I needed to go in and out of this building as soon as possible before anyone showed up. There wouldn’t be cameras here for nothing if people weren’t watching after all.

The building itself seemed to have been some kind of office building but by the looks of only the first floor was visible, the rest was gone. And in front of it were two men, bodyguards holding assault weapons. Typical goon uniform of army garments but no army gear. One of them has nothing to distinguish them but their red hair and the other guy with an eye patch. 

It was dark, no lights, no sound, and no way of knowing what was coming.

Good, I like it like that.

“Did you see a light Jim?” One of them said as I approached them from the side soup can in hand.

“Nah, I didn’t see anything, your way too paranoid y’know, maybe next time, go to Z city if your looking for work, out here ain’t nothing much but…” The redhead said as the soup can made there way to their throat.

SLAM!

“ACK! ACK!…AUGH!…ACK!” 

“Mark! Holy sh…!”

SMASH!

Jim was down quicker than he finished that sentence. Then again the backend of a hammer to your forehead would do that to you.

Meanwhile, Mark tried his best to gasp for air, and by the looks of his bloodshot eyes and inability to get up, looks like it was working.

Too bad I had to cave his head in.

Shit looked like it hurt.

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

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Bloody mess.

Looking through the windows revealed all the windows were boarded up but one of them forgot to use drapes because I could see the inside and my god did it look like a mess. The inside did have lights but the walls had been lost to time as they rotted. Computers alongside various papers littered the area and worse off, skeletons just left with their clothes slowly rotting. A lovely sight indeed but I wasn't here for sightseeing. 

Two guards at the front of the door on the other side, three down the hall patrolling, and two near a large door with strange symbols. Not the best thing to see symbols on doors but the money pays well so I’d have to live with it.

The power needs to go out first before I start any kind of assault so all I have to do is just…

CREEK!

“Seemed awfully quiet…Dear lord….hit the alarm! We got an intruder!” 

So much for that. 

Looks like full-on assault is the only way to go about this whole situation. 

So be it.

“Search the premises, we don’t want to miss anything….!” They said right before I grabbed my knife.

SLASH!

“ACK! ACK!ACK…augh…”

THUD!

Too bad these guards didn’t wear any kind of protective gear on their necks, good old throat slicing always does the trick.

“Motherfucker!” Another one of them said as they aimed their guns at me.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Good thing this guy I was using as a shield was light enough to carry otherwise those bullets would have hurt.

Been a while since I threw a body at someone. Let’s see if I can break my record from before!

SLAM!

“ARGH!” The guard said as they tried to get up but couldn’t.

“Need a hand?” I said lifting the baseball for a direct hit.

“No! No! No! NOOOO…!”

SMASH!

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Quickly taking cover to the side of a desk as three men barraged me with bullets is the high-octane adrenaline-pumping action I needed right now. Couldn’t use the can of soups as if the shot would lose its heft. But a distraction, while they reload, was a better solution. Good old pool cue balls should work so wonderfully. Been a while since I threw one of these, especially at someone's head. 

I always wondered what kind of damage this would do.

BLAM! BLAM…CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Time to find out!

SLAM!

“Ha! You missed Dumb Shit…” One of them said seconds before, well, you already know…

SLAM!

“Hey, what…?”

SLAM! 

“Oh, shit…!”

SLAM!

“AH! My arm…god that Hurts so…much…Bryce…Ashton...there dead…dear god…” One of them said as they tried to back up once they saw their friends with two giant gaping holes in their foreheads.

As they crawled to what they thought would be their safety they couldn’t notice that I was already in front of them, hammer in hand. 

Best to make sure they know they ain't going nowhere.

“Ahem!” 

“Look man, you took us out…but you ain’t going to make it far, we hit the alarm, it takes three minutes for those demonic fucks to get here… it’s been two and a half minutes since we hit it…I would laugh but…”

SMASH!

Best to shut them up when they’re talking, people rambling are always annoying.

And demonic fucks was right, the door, with the symbol on it, yeah, it’s a demon seal. You kinda need demons’ blood to open it. But unlike what this dead idiot thought that demon’s blood is already floating through my veins. Kinda need demon energy to be immortal dont’cha.

The door itself was a mix of a thick hospital door and small red blood symbols all over the bigger symbols. Seems like an odd choice for office buildings but a demons design always had a different meaning.

“And with just a couple movements of my blood on the door, It should open like…so…”

CREEEEEEK!

Now, I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t this. Dear god, the more I look at it the more I wanted to run away from it. It was like a factory, it was so large inside it had to have been a pocket dimension, there was no other explanation for it. 

Men and women, young and old, all of them hooked up to machines for what seemed like miles. None of them moved or even jittered, each of them with their own devices and tubes being pumped with a sparkly grey fluid into every hole in their body. A giant headpiece on Each of them with some kind of smoke into the various machines. Their bodies either were boney or malnourished. Were they all naked? No, they were not. All of them wore hospital garments meaning that some kind of hospital was supplying them. 

Got to love when humans help demons commit horrid acts onto others. Guess no one cares about committing crimes against humanity when the outside looks awful. But this, dear god this takes some creativity.

The room was filled with sounds of breathing and the walls were a decaying white and green. Looked to be like a once hospital basement turned into whatever the hell this was kind of room. And worse, the room smelled like piss and shit. The loveliest of combinations.

What the hell?

At least all the people were tagged with their names and pictures of them on a piece of cardboard wrapped by a string on their neck.

“Dahlia, Rose, Andrew, and let’s see here…Yep! Angela, just the girl I was looking for.” I said finally finding the girl I was looking for.

There were two off switches in between her and another girl. But I could tell exactly which one was which and for whom.

Only really one way to find out.

CLICK!

SHWOOM!

“Wait wrong one, it was the other one, my bad to whoever just woke up, going to be one hell of a site when you open your eyes,” I said right before turning off the machine with the girl I needed to save hooked up.

As the machine shut off I had to do the unhooking of all those nasty tubes and the removal of the giant headpiece revealed the exact look of the girl I was looking for. I didn't question much why she looked different from what her father looked like. Her skin was pale white contrasting the man’s tan-like skin and what was left of her shaved hair that was slowly growing back was blonde. Now it looked like she was either adopted or I’m kidnapping a kid after she’s been kidnapped. Double kidnapping. Lovely. I’m just hoping it’s the former.

“Come on girl I gotcha,” I said lifting her up into my arms.

As we made our way out from the room, to the building and back into the darkness outside I remembered something, something of not much importance.

Those demonic fucks were supposed to be here right now…

SLAM!

“UGH! Who…Ah shit!” I said looking up as I had just been thrust to the ground luckily still holding the girl.

A demon. One large hunking demonic-looking bastard with a goat’s head with bulging muscles appeared before me. A strange option for a demon to have human breasts with a demon’s body but still, I really should pay attention more to my surroundings better.

“I think you have something of ours.” It spoke with a gravely voice.

“Ours? There’s more than one of you…fuck…there are more than one of you.” I said looking at the various other demons surrounding the one in front of me.

Pretty hopeless situation to be in when three demons appear out of the blue right?

But unknown to them, I knew a demon could be killed…

…but I couldn’t.

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