The Devil's Order ||ON HOLD||

Chapter 11

My Dad's body lay on the ground, blood flowing freely from the cut in his neck. I just stared at his body that had been full of life a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, I felt a sudden surge of rage. "You Bastard!!" I cry and run towards the hooded figure.

He held out one hand and I paused in my tracks, unable to move. "What are you doing?" I ask.

He slowly lifted his hand and so did I. I gasp because I was now four feet above the ground. "Put me down!" I cry but he doesn't answer instead he lifts his hand and I continued to rise into the air.

"Put him down," A voice commanded.

"Fine," The hooded figure said and he dropped his hand. I dropped to the ground and land on my side. I cry hard as pain shot around my body.

The person who ordered the hood guy to drop me appeared from the tree. He too was wearing a dark long robe, but his face wasn't concealed.

"What is the point of killing him?" He asked. "Remember that we need him."

He was an old man whose face was already drenched with wrinkles and he had a peculiar sign on his head. It looked like a star inside a circle.

I quickly get to my feet. "Who are you guys?"

He doesn't answer but walks towards my Dad's body and carries it away.

He disappeared into the trees leaving me and the hooded guy alone.

I stare at him, the knife he used to cut Dad's throat was still clutched in his hands and I could see my Dad's blood still stained on the blade.

"Why did you kill him?" I ask tears clouding my eyes.

He looks at me. "Protocol" was all he said.

The other dude returned with a bucket filled with blood.

My Dad's blood!!

He started to draw a huge circle around us with Dad's blood and proceeded to draw a star in the middle of the huge circle. He tossed the bucket away and stared at me coldly. "Step into the circle,"

I obeyed fearfully. It took me time to realise that these guys were part of the Devil's Order. And after seeing what they did to Dad, it was best for me to do what they say without a grumble.

"Stand in the middle of the star," The old man said and I did so.

I heard rustling behind me and I glanced back and gasped. Out of the trees, six tall cloaked figures stepped appeared and surrounded the circle.

"This is the Devil's Order," I ask stupidly."Right?"

No one answers, instead the old man collected the knife from the guy who killed my Dad and wiped it clean off Dad's blood.

He stepped up to me and looked at me. My heart pounded with fear. Was this guy going to slaughter me? Questions like these ran around my head.

"Stretch forth your right hand," The old man said.

I stare at him wide eyed. This dude was going to cut my hand, so I hesitated.

The old man stared at me confused. "I said stretch forth your hand!!"

I shook my head. "No, this is all crazy!! I want to go home!"

"I'm afraid you can't," said the old man. "You have no choice."

"What?" I say. I turned around, the other hooded figures had surrounded the circle and were holding their hands.

"I'm calling the cops," I say shaking uncontrollably. I pull out my phone and cry out when it exploded into tiny pieces. I looked at the old man who had a stern look on his face.