Beyond the Rift ✔ (Completed)

Chapter 30: The Strongest Sibling

Alexis

"We need to leave from the back door." Marty yells as we make our way through the same narrow hallway, which we came through, few hours ago.

I pause and gawk at the pub. The smoke from the fired-up lights fogs the scene. The booths are clattered with pieces of glass and broken beer bottles. The spotlights dangle feebly from the ceiling; buzzing over the messy floor.

The people have abandoned the booths and must've run away when we were talking, as their cigarettes are still lit half-way through.

"Let's go." Marty grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the pub and into the narrow hallway that led to the back door. I pace along with him; my pulse quickening by the minute.

 Azazel is here, he has ambushed the place. He is said to be strongest of the trident siblings. The last time we encountered, we ran away, but lost Elvira, who fought until her dying breath, or did she? Is she really dead? We never looked for her body. I can't let anyone fall prey to him again.

We rush out of the back door and skid to where Ethan had parked his car. Nick and Halitus must've taken the pick-up truck that we hired from a local garage, since Ethan's omnipotent car could only facilitate four passengers.

The dark alley is empty; people that were loitering around, must've taken to their heels too.

We round at the corner of the establishment to prepare to jump in the car.

Unexpectedly, we are met with a horrific site of a severed automobile.

The car seems to be first, crushed like a can of metal and then chopped off with some kind of giant knife. The two pieces of wreaked iron and rubber crowds the promenade as we slowly close in on the rubble.

I squint at the twisted logo and my eyes widen in horror. The mustang's head was cut off from its body.

"The car." My lips quiver, I clasp my hands on my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

"Shit!" I hear Marty swear under his breath, as he joins me. Ethan's Mustang is in shreds, the car looks nothing like it did before. It just looks like a crumbled-up foil paper.

I look at Ethan.

At first, there are no emotions displaying on his face. His eyes plainly scan the place, he gulps hard. His is jaw locked; as if he is mentally murdering the person who is responsible for the shenanigans.

I don't interrupt him, regardless, I knew Azazel would take precautions, considering we escaped the last time. The evening is getting worse; in every way possible.

"We need a ride." Ethan backs away from the debris. His voice hoarse when he speaks.

"On it." Marty dashes to the open car park which is in front of the pub. We follow in his wake.

"Was the car a ... souvenir or something?" I ask him uncertainly; his mood is already ruined, but I am curious.

"No, but I liked it." He answers plainly.

We halt before a White Honda Civic, which looks clean, as if it has just got out of its car wash. The license plate shines in the moonlight; the word 'Nevada' glints.

Marty jabs his elbow at the glass window, it cracks at the blow; like thin ice on a frozen lake.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shout at him. "Are we going to steal this car?" I look at the two of them.

"We have no choice." Marty grunts as he pounds his elbow again, this time shattering the glass into tiny pieces. The shards fall on the seat as Marty unlocks the door with a click.