The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 63

"Damnit!" Oracle shouted, slamming her hand down on the desk in front of her. Why couldn't Ranger have just listened to her? 

"Oracle, breathe," Chesyr said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He's a big boy, you know he can handle himself."

Oracle shrugged off her hand and hit the desk again, the pain dulling her frustration slightly. Then she took a deep breath and turned around. Chesyr was right of course, Ranger was very good at what he did.  He was also careful, more so than Fang was, when facing down large numbers of people. It may not even matter though.

"These Demon Hunters are no joke, Chesh," She said, holding up the papers she had been reading from. "If these papers are correct, than they all had military training before joining the Church. They spend all their time either training or hunting, and they do not fuck around. And there is a lot of them."

"I know." Of course she did, she had been reading over Oracle's shoulder. "But Ranger isn't stupid. He won't try to take them all on at once. More than likely some of them are already around here somewhere, so we have got to be careful."

"You're right. We should meet back up with the boys." Oracle grabbed her Glock off the desk where she had set it. "First things first though, let's finish searching here."

Chesyr nodded and hefted her own pistol, and together they started searching the rooms. The house wasn't that big, but since they were going through everything to look for important stuff, it took them a little while. Oracle had just found a large set of keys in a drawer next to the door when Chesyr called for her.

"Oracle." Her voice was full of horror, and Oracle immediately started towards her voice.

"What's wrong?" She said, walking into a small room that was probably supposed to be a closet. Chesyr was standing in the door, looking in, and blocking most of the view.

"Look." She said, stepping out of the way.

Oracle took Chesyr's spot and looked around the room. It was almost completely barren, bare wood, and should have been lit by a single uncovered bulb. The only things inside were a small set of shelves on the back wall, which had several jars on them. Oracle knew already what was going to be in them, but she unwillingly stepped closer and looked at them.

There was a set of eyes in each jar, and a name and date was scribbled at the top. She started at the bottom shelf, but she didn't recognize any names or eyes until she got to the top shelf. There were only two jars, one with only a single eye in it, and the other the liquid was still tinged an ugly shade of red. She didn't need to read the names when she could recognize those eyes.

Argus and Stellan.

"We can't burn this place down." She said. "We're taking these eyes out with us when we leave."

"Why is he keeping them here?" Chesyr asked. "In his house, of all places?" 

"Special trophies, probably," Oracle spat. "Difficult targets, or VIPs, or god knows what the fuck else."

Oracle had more to say, threats for that awful man that she planned to make good on, but the sound of the front door being kicked open interrupted her. She exchanged a look with Chesyr, who went invisible immediately, only her eyes and her pistol visible. She snuck out of the room, and Oracle thumped hard on the wall a few seconds later.

"Come on out, demon, we know you're there!" Came a shout. 

"Come get me then, pussies!" Oracle shouted back. "Or are you too scared?"

Heavy footsteps came pounding down the hallway, and Oracle ducked back into the closet. She peered around the edge of the doorway and raised her Glock. The moment she saw a silhouette, She opened fire, hitting the figure twice in the chest and watching him drop. When the next person looked around the edge to fire, Oracle put one bullet into their face before ducking back. Several people opened fire towards her, bullets ripping through the wood of the doorway she'd been behind a moment before. Then another person started firing, and all the other guns stopped firing. Oracle peeked out and saw Chesyr standing in the doorway, swapping out her expended magazine for a fresh one.