I watched Death shake in anger; he stood up and began to walk away. None of us said anything but we moved and stopped him. Words weren’t needed to tell him not to leave. I didn’t understand who he thought was chasing us. But the thing is…we don’t know if the man is really following us or he is really a Demon. If he is following us, I can probably track him…if there is a Demon near us. It could be him? And if is….we’ll make him talk after we kicked his ass. I closed my eyes and concentrated on finding a source…I could sense like this? The first time I did this it was a blur but I saw Death’s ore. I saw everyone’s ore except…Zeya? But wait!
“There’s another Demon around us…” I told Death. He stopped with his angry glare and gave a look of concern.
“How far?” he demanded.
“It’s…” I sensed the ore…right…beside… “It’s here in the hotel-“
I couldn’t finish because the next thing I knew…an explosion went off behind me and the next thing…I saw myself falling out the window. I couldn’t move…couldn’t protect my head for the fall. I wanted to close my eyes and was about to when…
“MELISSA!” I opened them up again to see a dark figure speeds out the window and down the wall…then at me! I closed my eyes and felt someone…holding…carrying me.
“What’s…going on?” I opened my eyes again to see Death looking at me. He was bleeding from the head, his nose bleeding. But still he smiled…
“Glad you’re safe…” he said. We looked up to see Zeya…she had dark feathered wings, she was flying! With her, she carried both O’Felia and CJ. She went down and landed.
“Bitch is really quiet and that bomb wasn’t a normal bomb. It knocked the shit out of them…” Death said as Zeya put both our friends gently down on the floor.
“Melissa…would you mind watching them for a while?” I looked at Zeya and saw that she seemed different…scary like last time when we met. She pulled out her guns and she gave a sinister smile. She was evil…I could sense it in her.
“Stay here…we can handle him…” Death told as he looked up. I looked at his direction and saw what he was looking at. Up on the building was a man…this man dressed in white clothes like a priest…no…he really looked like one but there was a symbol of not a cross, but a triangle with snakes coiling around it.
“Marcus…” Death growled at him, extreme angry spilling out. I could sense it…like smoke spilling out of fire. The same was happening to Zeya…but there was also…fear. More of it was mixing with her anger.
“Be careful…” I told them.
“Oh…we will…” Death smiled sickly. “We’ll be fine…”
He spoke some words I couldn’t understand…like another language and it was like a echo…I felt something that wasn’t magic but it was like a feeling that past to me. A dark energy replaced it and I saw…wings come out…skeletal structural wings.
“MARCUS!” he shouted as he and Zeya flew up. Their figures, only a blur now as they collided with this ‘Marcus’ guy. Their attacks on him where quick that I couldn’t keep up to their movements with looking!
“No…” I said in fear as I saw that Death was losing. I can see him losing speed. Then I saw him smash down to the floor a few feet away from me.
