Curse Of The Aswangs (The Vasquez Brothers #1)[COMPLETED]

27:ZADE

Ash parked the car on the side of the street where there was a shortcut to the magic shop. A cold chill started on my spine and I stopped, looking around the area. The eerie feeling eased away and we walked down the street, paused when a tricycle drove past us, and tried to look at every direction.

"This wasn't such a good idea." said Ash.

"Me too, let's go!" I said. "We should immediately barge into the magic shop."
"Stop it, Z." said Dylan. "We can't save Tito Jose if we do not sneak in carefully. We're dealing with a mambabarang witch."

"Well, she needs to mambaba-shut her witch ass."

"Don't be stupid, Z. Dylan's trying to help." said Jasper
"Exactly." Dylan agreed. "If you don't take this mission seriously, you'll get yourself killed."

Maybe it was just the frightened thought that I would face my girlfriend and it would never be the same again. I loved Emily. She was there when mom died, but I guess, it broke my heart to know that she was playing me from the start.

We wound up to the shortcut but I grabbed Jasper and Dylan to huddle beside the tree.
Two huge men were standing over seven feet tall, covered in polished wood mask; teeth were as sharp as sharks. The other with a sack wrapped around his head.

In their massive hands, they wielded an ancient ax, its blade jagged and scarred from centuries of use, glistening with the residue of past executions. The ax's handle, carved from bone, bore runes of torment etched deeply into its surface, pulsing faintly with a dark energy that seemed to feed off the agony of those it had slain.

These giants wore booths and a bloodied white barong and pants. They almost moved the same when they checked the perimeters, they were probably twins.

Cloaked in shadow, their sinewy frame seemed forged from darkness itself, muscles rippling beneath his thick, blackened skin. His eyes, burning embers set deep within a horned skull-like face, glowed with a malevolent fire, as though they could peer directly into the souls of his victims.

"What are they?" Ash asked.
"These are Executioners of hell. Crispin and Basilio, they were named after Jose Rizal's novel and had been around after Rizal's death." Dylan said. "Once it has the scent of its target, it will never stop hunting you until you are dead or its master calls it off. Crispin and Basilio can improvise to go after their prey. These twins are used as guards or pawns. I can't believe your girlfriend knows as daunting as scary as this, Z."

"Best girlfriend of the year goes to her," I said. "Are they mutated beings?"

"No one really knows how they were made," Dylan said.
"Question. Where do the demons go after they are killed in our world?"

"They go to hell." said Dylan. "Where it would take a hundred years to get back to their form and enter our world."

"What do we do now?" Jasperwhispered.
"We have to get past them." I looked over, and just a few feet away there was a ladder that led to the top of the magic shop. "There."

"We have to be quiet." Ash said. "You three go first."
Dylan and Jasper proceeded to move to the ladder first. We scuffled up. They were halfway through the top when I heard footsteps becoming louder. I turned around in time to see the masked man swing his ax.

Panicking, I vanished and appeared above the building. It missed me. "I SWEAR! I'm going to be in therapy until I'm thirty!"

The masked man—Crispin, I believed, was distracted by a ball of fire that hit his back. But the wounds were already closing.

"Go help your brother!" Ash yelled. "I've got these guys!"

No way I was going to leave him alone. Crispin turned around, raised the ax in the air, and charged at Ash. He was able to blast off the masked axe man. Crispin rose and advanced at Ash as he swung the ax. Ash kept ducking down, refraining from being cut in half.