Infected Haven Part I - S.K Nuanes (english reading book .TXT) 📗

Then they pinned me down, they took off their hood. There was Arthena.

She looked surprise to see me, and smirked. “Well Prince Pouty, I found you.”

I stared at her trying to make sense of how it was possible how she could be here. Satan closed all the Hell Gates. “How did you get here?” Arthena hair was tied back in a bun, her eyes had an intense flame in them, her skin was flawless, she wore a red plaid dress on, and black flats on she grinned down at me.

“How the hell are you here?” I asked, sitting up.

“Don’t you know anything, witches are able to jump between worlds.” Arthena said, getting off of me. I stood up, and looked at her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, watching her stand up she closed the distance between us.

“Hm, getting you out of here.” Arthena whispered. Then the skeleton jumped out of the dumpster. He was rotting, his skin started to grow back on his bones. He let out a nasty hiss, and sounded like a cat dying. “Well looks like someone is back for round two.”

“Shall we, you know its hard to take down a reanimated demon.” Arthena asked, looking up with me with a grin. I didn’t trust her, but it was harder to take a demon that reanimated themselves. I never had this problem before; it must be something new in order for when Satan decides to take over the world. Whoever would stand in his way, he wanted his army to be unstoppable. I bared my canines at the decomposing demon, he lunged at me I ducked grabbing him from under then threw him into a wall. Then Arthena pulled a pocket watch out, and sent out waves that paralyzed him. He growled in frustration trying to fight the psyche ropes that wrapped around him. I walked over to him, and pulled out a bone from his head I analyzed it best I could, it was covered in some odd powder. Similar, to dust used in making vampires. Which meant one thing, shit.

“Well bloody hell.” I growled, crushing the bone and standing up glaring down at the corpse.

“What’s wrong?” Arthena walked over and crossed her arms looking down at the demon.

“The dust that’s on the bones, it’s used often in creating vampires. Demons enslaved the vampire race for a reason. They have similar bone structural in reanimating demons.”

“Which is a problem, because?”

I couldn’t see how I could been so blind, it was staring me right in my face. Mocking me, I should of known there was a reason Satan picked vampires.

“Once this experiment is complete. He is going to reanimate vampires…”

I had to find out where, Robert was and try and keep him from becoming a reanimate killer hound. Where Satan will get rid of them of all, once he is finished with them. Like a napkin, using it only once and then throwing it away. That was how he would see these reanimated demons.

“Come on, we’re going to tell Robert and Nina that you are alive. More or less.” Arthena said, gesturing for me to follow her.

“You brought them here, I figured you would have more brain cells!” I snapped, I barely could believe what I was hearing. I could hear a garage boy coming out, I looked at Arthena had handled her a small leather canteen filled with whiskey then gave it to her. “Pour some of this, on your clothes and take a drink. And follow my lead.”

“No.” Arthena said, stomping her foot on the ground. I took a quick chug of it, then pinned her against an alley wall.

“We need to act normal.” I whispered, closing the gap between us. Arthena met my eyes and understood what we had to do. She pulled me up against her, our lips moved rapidly, as if we drowning and trying to take in any air we could take. Seems like everyone is greedy, everyday we breathe it in and out. Yet it seems like you realize how much you need it when you’re drowning. I inhaled the witch’s scent, it was hateful yet very seducing. I bite her lip, and yanked her close against me. She wrapped one leg around me, along with her arms locked around my neck. The garage boy, tossed the bags into the dumpster and left us alone. Once I heard the door close. I let go of Arthena, and caught my breath. She got off of me, and then looked up at me.

“Awkward.” Arthena said, fixing her dress.

“I can’t see them, Satan is watching my every move. He probably saw that kiss. If he was to see a Hunter in Hell. It won’t be a happy ending. Now do me a favor forget that kiss. Forget saving me, and taking me back to Denver. Thinking we can just go on our merry bloody way.”

“We will work something out, calm down I can see you loosing it. Now do me a favor.” Arthena whispered into my ear, “Don’t give up so easily. We didn’t come here to see you surrender.”

 

“Well, things are becoming very interesting I must say.” Ayperos spoke, as he sat on the dungeon floor. I never entered my self-conscious to meet up with the demon. I kept locked up.  He grinned at me, I looked into the demon eyes he had. It was like looking into Satan eyes. I suppose this is who I am, not Adrian Christian Deluca. No this skin and even this body. Aren’t mine anymore, they are simply just a holding pod. What stood in front of me, what I am. He walked similar to a gorilla using mainly his front legs to walk even though it looked like he was fast on all fours. He stalked towards me yet the chains held him back just enough to leave four inches between us. His breath was acid hot, and filled my lungs with a broken glass feeling. Trying to destroy my lunges, like scissors cutting wrapping paper.

“Hm aren’t the best looker now are we.” I replied, keeping my voice emotionless. If I let any emotion show, he would find a way to escape this holding cell.

Currently there was no one in control of the body; it was more on autopilot, if I allowed Ayperos to get the upper hand. He would gain control of the body, and I would be the one chained inside myself.

“Yet think of all the females I have seduced. I am also the second most powerful demon in the world. Now sit down, let’s chat.”

 

“Brent! Brent, get it together!” Arthena shouted, trying to give me CPR or something similar to it. It took me few seconds for my vision to become clear again. I saw Arthena on top of me like I was a saddle.

“Thought you were dead for sure.” Nina’s voice came from a doorway. I sat up quickly, to see Nina and Robert in the doorway.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I asked, sitting up Arthena got up and stood against the wall.

Robert walked over to me, he wore a red sweatshirt, with a college logo on it he had ripped up black jeans, and his hair was getting long again. “Hey bud. Nice to see you too.” Robert grinned.

“Well, I guess we are in the slum part of the city, I am going to stand out like a crystal in a pile of sand grains.” I said, leaning up against the headboard.

“You passed out, and started having some crazy seizure, like you were being possessed.” Arthena said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I wasn’t sure how that happened, maybe I blacked out and Ayperos tried to crawl into the control center of my body.

If he was able to cause a seizure, he would soon be able to control the body with relaxed gestures. I had to tell Nina, and Robert about how I had swallowed Satan’s blood. There had to be a way, to take the blood out. “Rob, I need to talk to you. Ladies, mind leaving us alone?” Nina was the first to leave; Arthena closed the door behind them. I waited until I heard the door close for them to be outside. Wasn’t sure, how well witches were able to hear. Yet I knew if I had to tell anyone, it was Robert. He was there through everything, so if I was going to having any hope of staying myself for a few more days. I stood up and tried to hide my metal arm from Robert. I pulled out a cigarette one for each of us. I lit mine, and inhaled the dark smoke, it was thick even though at first smoking would suffocate one, yet soon the body welcomed the poison and found it to comforting as a mother’s hug or kiss.

“Robert, I’m in trouble.” I sighed, exhaling the smoke out of my lungs.

“As always.” Robert added on to the end.

I lifted my arm so he could see where my arm used to be. Robert stared at it in shock he couldn’t find words. “Plus, one night when you and Amanda were on a date. Satan broke in and forced me to drink from him. And if you paid attention in school, you would know that the Devil’s blood, will either kill you or drive you to insanity…I am not going to be humane ever again Rob.”

“Ah shit, what are we going to do? I assume you guys share similar blood it can’t kill you. So it’ll just drive you down the road of insanity?”

“It’ll we need to get out of the city, and out to the country. We won’t find any remedies here…” I sighed, listening to a couple fight across the street. I tried to ignore, how abusive they were being towards one another.

“And where would we find one, you have dark circles under your eyes. I don’t know how much time you have left.” Robert mumbled.

I didn’t feel weak, but it was true. I wasn’t sure how long I would have, that I would be in control. Eventually I knew it was going to happen. Although, if I was going to become a slave to my demon. Satan was going down, no matter what it took. I was going to kill Lucifer wonder how that would look on a job application.

“Nah, I just haven’t been sleeping in general. It has nothing to do with the blood.” I sighed, thinking of everytime I close my eyes to sleep, a grin flashes at me, its mouth extends further then it should, and it’s eyes…

“Well, how are you going to escape? We can leave casually and no questions will be asked. But you…” Robert put his cigarette out on an ashtray. 

I sighed, then turned towards a skyscraper, calculated the angle, and route. “I think I know a way…come on get the girls. Hope you guys aren’t afraid of heights.”

 

It was close to midnight, we were on top of the building we were hiding behind a part of the roof that curved downwards giving us protection. I wasn’t sure if we all could escape. I knew Satan, would see I am done. And he will make sure I am brought back. I looked at the girls talking to one another; I didn’t see them as helpless but dragging them into a mess we may not survive. Is like forcing a woman to watch her husband get slaughtered. The fact I may not live,  I hadn’t yet told them I was slowly becoming nothing but darkness inside. Robert and I had discussed the fact this may happen. Trying to prepare ourselves, but I don’t think we were actually ready for it to happen.

“How are we going to get out of here, the nearest wall is four hundred feet. We don’t have wings.” Nina said, looking around the city.

I grabbed a wire and tossed it down towards the wall, “Ever tried zip lining?”

Arthena slid on the top, like a penguin on ice. Robert