Old Works from the Old Blogspot

2/26/16 - 10/23/16

I didn't think the career of being house spelunker would come back and bite me in the butt, again. For over 10 years, I kept training, but I hardly went out to real missions, anymore. I got on my usual red-plaid shirt and jeans. I buried my cowboy boots under my jeans and prepared my pack again. Flashlights, batteries, food, water, spare clothes and garments, etc... I slung it over my shoulder. "Hey, where to this time?" I could tell Deirdre could hear how I put the pack on. "Some other place, I don't have an exact address. Just relative location," I said, admitting I wasn't too sure. "Ok, be careful," She hugged me for a temporary goodbye. I also caught Reggie on the way out. "Don't die, drink plenty of fluids, and have fun," Reggie said in her usual monotone, not bothering to look from her book. "See you soon. Tell Kasai I'm going out," I said, walking out the door. She nodded.

I reached there. Unlike my longest adventure out in the Black Sun manor, this one was much smaller. Maybe smaller than the house we lived in. It was a stone cottage. I open the door. It wasn't a total mess. I saw it had a stove, a fireplace, and a rocking chair. I didn't expect life in here, either. It wasn't until I saw something small and crouched over in a messy room, filled with wood. A little blonde boy, probably no older than 8. His clothes were ratty, a vest with a dirty undershirt. His pants were caked with dirt and fluids I'm sure they're not water. I reached out. Despite the gesture, I still had my hand by my rapier at the ready. "Hey, come on, I won't hurt you," I coo. He doesn't stir. "Can I ask what your name is?" I asked. He slowly turns around. His face was pale, a bruised eye and a cut lip. His eyes looked fresh from crying and his bottom lip trembled. He shifts from his current position and crawls to me like a wounded puppy. He stands up; he got as far as an inch above my stomach. He lunges, more like falls forward, to me and hugs me. I can hear he's crying, getting shirt my soaked. I hug him. "Hey, it's ok..." I rubbed his back. I don't bother with facing him. I saw what he was hunched over; a woman about 26 with her stomach ripped open. Her ribs were torn out and scattered around her body. It still looked raw.

I got him out of there, closing the door behind us. I looked down at the boy. He was pointing at the door. "Hey, what's your name?" I ask again. I sat down this time with him outside the room. He sat down. "Peter...?" His tone made this sound more like a question. I softly patted his head. "Let's get you out of here," I said. I held my hand out, he took and it and I drew my rapier. He turned his head back behind us. I caught sight at what he was looking at, or what I thought. He pointed to a mirror at the end of the hall. In the surface was a soul-eater.

Unlike other demons, their classification also means looking alike, unless taking its original form; all have their eyes in the place in their mouths, for their eyes are their mouths, two slits for a nose, a bald scalp. Their hands are out of proportion, large enough to encase your entire lower half. They're bodies are skeletal with their skin bare and snug around their structure. I mean it when I say this; No organs. I assumed they're just hollow on the inside, like Ashe and Arson, with symbols inside to seal their souls to the vessel. Made worse, they're the converted dead souls, bent on devouring others. Their hunger's endless from what I know so far.

It rushed out of the mirror and lashed at us. I jabbed the sword forward and it struck its forehead. It screeched, as it grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled the sword out and throws me aside. He brought his hands down on me. I'm hit in the head hard enough it's a mixture of the feelings disoriented in the morning and altitude sickness. I could hear the monster screech louder and I cover my ears. It was a quick explosion and I'm covered in some sort of goo and a chunk of what could have been an organ lands in my lap. I look up. Seeing a man in a long red robe and a bow aimed at me isn't the most assuring sight after seeing a soul eater to me. Another arrow was nocked and ready. "Don't shoot him yet, I'll need him for a while," another voice from a few rooms down. I recognized the voice. Ok, I'll admit, maybe getting shot in the head would be better for me.