My Mystic Romance

Harmless (Sam's POV)

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DISTURBING DESCRIPTIONS AND A LOT OF GORE

He was bored out of his mind. The party had become tedious to him, fun at first but now tedious. He wanted a break from all the people asking where he had gotten his contacts. It was starting to bug him. His eyes wandered to Kit who stood on the dance floor singing timber and doing the just dance with Kai in his drag. He'd found that funny alright, but even the sight of Kai in drag couldn't relive his tedium.

Michael walked up to him and leant against the wall next to him, "So you bored?" He asked with a chuckle

"Just a little." He replied, enjoying the company.

"Well if you did a little just dance im sure i could persuade Connor to play anaconda," Mike responded laughing, Sam smiled back feeling like that might help cure his boredom. His phone vibrated suddenly in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text on the screen, he unlocked the phone and looked at the number. He had never seen this number. It peaked his interest, he looked at the message, a location. Now his boredom was long forgotten, he tapped Mike on the shoulder who looked at him, "Hey look at this!" He could hear the excitement in his own voice.

Soon enough him and Mike where walking out the door and down the street, Mike was still muttering, "this is how every character in a horror movie dies." This only made Sam snicker, after all he was sure that if his life was a horror movie or whatever he had too much plot armour to be killed, and genuinely what human could kill him?

Once they reached the location he had been sent, he was faced with dingy alleys, no doors or windows, just very high walls and one street lamp flickering in one of the dead ends. He heard a whoosh of air behind him and turned just in time to grab Michael and pull him out of the way. Mike then stumbled back into a wall, fear colouring his features. The woman in front of them couldn't of been older than them, and she was wearing a pair of sports leggings, a white crop top and a small smile. Gigantic bat like wings the colour of coal unfurled from her back, one horn sat on her forehead, it too was jet black, but what made this woman truly frightening was what her presence must mean. She was a demon.

The woman flew at him time and time again, grazing his skin but never getting a direct enough hit to effectively hinder him, he grabbed her arm and slammed her head into the wall making a sickening crunching sound, she shrieked in pain as blood flowed freely down her face and Sam raised her up again and flung her at the wall, part of her face hitting an iron pipe that stuck out from the wall, a scream of pure agony ripped through the air, the woman was sobbing now as well as screaming blue murder. He realised the point that had hit the iron pipe had been her eye. The contents of which now mingled with the blood and dirt on her face, She ran at him again, her lithe fingers wrapping around his neck as she screamed expletives at him while still half sobbing in pain, "MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING WHORE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!!!" She screamed at him so much as he grasp tightened.

Michael watched all of this, Sam wanted to shout at Michael to run, to escape while this crazy ass woman was still occupied with him when he heard a mutter, "stop..." Michael tried again his voice getting louder, "STOP" He shouted and the woman looked at Mike giving Sam the chance he needed, flipping the woman over onto her back he punched her face repeatedly until she stopped struggling, stopped making any noise, until her face resembled mush. He got up a kicked her away disgustedly. He breathed in and out heavily before turning to Mike who was staring at the womans brain matter which was scattered against the walls in a sort of fascinated horror, Sam stepped towards him and Mike backed up again now looking at him before turning and violently throwing up using the wall for support.

After the nausea seemingly passed Mike looked at him and said, "I.. didn't think you where that, strong." He turned faintly green again but recovered him self and looked back at Sam

"Yeah. Im a total freak." He tried to make his voice sound less concerned to perhaps comfort the still green boy facing him.

Suddenly, Michael wasnt facing him anymore, he whipped around but saw nothing other than the mutilated corpse of the female demon, he turned again to see Michael being held seemingly hostage by someone wearing a dark red almost maroon colour floor length cloak, with a hood that threw her face into shadow. She seemed to be staring at the body of the demon he had just defeated, "Do you like the improvements!?" He asked his voice passive aggressive

"Watch your tongue." She said anger and authority layering her tone, it scared him but nevertheless he spoke again, "Aww were you friends with that bitch!" He laughed, but anyone could tell the noise was fake she hissed under her breath, "When you talk about people use their name." He put his hand behind his ear, "what was tha-" He heard a snap. He looked at the person and saw that she had snapped... Michaels neck.

He looked on in horror as the life faded from Michaels eyes and The person took a long arrow out her cloak and shoved it through Michaels chest. She then threw Michael at his feet and said, "Like the improvements?" He could just see the smile on her face and the rage he felt in that moment was like nothing he had ever felt before. He sprinted at her not caring whether he got hurt in the process of hurting her as much as he could- But now she wasnt there. She was standing on top of the lamp post, "Tut tut, not very good with tactics are we?" She mocked him. "Now, now, you must have an answer mister bigmouth. No? Maybe you should've thought of the consequences when you shouted about this too humans?" He could hear the smile in her Voice, "Now that i think of it, ive been rude haven't i, I haven't introduced myself have i. Well, my name is War!" She spoke in an airy tone now. He knew he couldn't escape. He would die here. Die to Wars hands. just like many others like him. He didn't have a chance. One of Wars arrows went straight through him. Pinning him to the ground. Then he knew he was dead. There had been no hope as soon as the first demon showed up.

He looked up into the face of War and gasped. He knew this person, he had told this person everything. He was going to die not only to answer for his 'crimes' but because he didn't suspect how 'humans' guessed. He heard footsteps behind him and heard the sharp intake of breath and the slight choke. Kit. He recognised the scent. He wanted to scream at his friend to run but he was still lost for words. He looked up into the almost bored eyes of Hayden before she stamped on his head and everything went black.

BONUS :DDD

He was running through the streets now tracking Kits location, this could be trouble, Heidi (much to his discomfort) was slightly behind him, she had insisted on coming, he hoped that nothing terrible would happen. But of course they all smelled the fresh scent of blood in the air.

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