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Chapter Three: The Last Place You'd Look

WARNING:

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME VIOLENCE, GORE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG ABUSE, AND LANGUAGE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

"Come. Take a seat." Said Tyler, pulling up a chair at a small wooden table in the building. Tyson and Kiefer nervously sat down across from him. The rest of the cult members surrounded them, giving them angry glares. "Well, we've got a lot to talk about, don't we?" Tyler said, smiling. Tyson stared him in the eyes, staying completely silent. "Now, I know how it seems. We're a bunch of crazy psychos that want to murder you folks, right?" Tyler asked them. Kiefer looked to Tyson to see if they should say anything. Tyson stayed silent. "Right... well, I think this whole thing is just a misunderstanding. We are part of something much bigger than you can even imagine. And so are you, as a matter of fact. Your sacrifice has pleased the gods. We can't thank you enough for that." Tyler told them. "Sacrifice? You dragged our friend into the woods and killed him. You didn't give us a fucking choice." Tyson said angrily. "I apologize for that. We just felt that you would be... disagreeable to it. But that's all water under the bridge now. We're here to show you that we aren't the lunatics you think we are." Tyler told them. "So, to prove you aren't lunatics, you lured us into an abandoned building with crying baby noises?" Asked Tyson. "Well, we couldn't have just popped out and greeted you. You might've drawn on us, and it would've turned into something it didn't need to be." Tyler responded. "Will you stop talking like we're on the same side? You murdered Christopher. We aren't your friends. We aren't your allies. We're gonna kill every last goddamn one of you." Tyson threatened. Tyler's smile widened a little. "Well... may the gods have mercy on our souls." He said. Suddenly, Tyson and Kiefer's heads were slammed forward into the table. Their vision went black.

Tyson opened his eyes slowly. He was looking up at the ceiling of a tent. As his vision became clear, he saw Kiefer laying on a table next to him. And then, Halle was standing above him. She put a hand on his forehead. "How are you feeling?" She asked softly. Tyson groaned a little and sat up. "I'm fine." Tyson grunted. "What happened? We found you unconscious outside the gates." She told him. "We found those fuckers in a town nearby. They must've knocked us out." Tyson said. "They did a lot more than that." Said Halle. She lead him and Kiefer outside and to the front gates. "Shit..." Kiefer said, staring at the ground. Two of Devin's ex-soldiers that had been guarding the gate were laying on the ground in a pool of blood. Their heads were detached from their bodies. "What the fuck!" Tyson shouted in disgust. "Well, what do we do now?" Asked Halle. "This has gone far enough. We're going to end this." Tyson told her. "How do we do that? We don't even know where they are. For all we know, they could be planning an attack on us right now." Kiefer argued. "You're right. We don't know what they're planning. But I think I know who we can ask." Said Tyson.

Tyson stood in the dark room with Halle and Kiefer next to him. He looked ashamed of himself for resorting to something like this. Halle and Kiefer were looking at him like he was out of his mind. "We... need your help." Tyson said reluctantly. There was a soft chuckling from the other side of the room. "Of course you do. They all come crawling back to Devin." Devin scoffed. Tyson sighed. "Look, this isn't easy for me to do, but I'm out of options." Tyson told him. "Well then, what can I do for you?" Devin asked, smiling. "You know better than anyone what this group is going to do next." Said Tyson. "What is that supposed to mean? I may be a bad person, but I'm not a cultist." Devin responded. "No, but you've been in their situation before. You've attacked this community before. So, what would you do next?" Asked Tyson. Devin thought about this for a moment. "Well, first I'd whip my cock out." He started. "Forget it." Tyson said angrily, turning around to leave. "Alright, listen you little fucking cunt, you're going to tell us what we want to know or else I am going to shove a knife so far up your ass that it'll come out of your mouth." Halle threatened, her face turning red. Kiefer and Tyson stared at her in shock. "Jesus..." Kiefer muttered. "Damn, sunshine. You got a mouth on you." Devin teased her. Halle looked furious with him. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you what you wanna know." Devin started "On one condition." Tyson looked at him sceptically. "We're not letting you out, if that's what you're asking." Tyson told him. "Actually, I had something else in mind." He responded. "What is it?" Asked Kiefer. "I get to have sex with Emily." Devin said, a huge smile on his face. "No! Absolutely not!" Kiefer screeched. "Hold on a minute, Kiefer." Tyson said calmingly "I'll go ask her."