The Hound of Hell

Chapter 2: The Driver

 I don't know why this mysterious person decided to wear a fur coat in this humidity and temperature down in Miami along with uncut nails but with my current guess I believed I was being hauled away by some other enemy faction or some mistress that wants to have her fashion displayed along with her lethality and sincerity. I feel the fur coat lady walk into the whirring portal under my body and I black out from my injuries and my head spinning.

Few hours later...

I slowly regain consciousness after my rowdy encounter with my supposed enemies. I cautiously open my exhausted eyes as I am facing the ceiling in a mysterious room I didn't look at yet. I wipe the exhaustion and grogginess from my eyes to be greeted with intense pain in my arm, head, and to have the world around me spin. I felt as if I was about to throw up.

Alejandro: "Fuck...my head....where....oh shit...the room is spinning..."

I mutter to myself as the whole room is spinning as if I spun in circles as a kid, I sit up from the thick glass table I was lying on and I am greeted with a disorienting wave of nausea that can definitely incapacitate me if this keeps up. I keep my attention focused on the room around me as the nausea slowly subsides but the pain in my arm remains. It won't stop reminding me of its existence by throbbing constantly so I attempt to focus my attention ahead and notice a large whiteboard that is used for group demonstrations or meetings of some sorts. I look around the room and notice a bunch of chairs with spikes on the back of them, satanist decorations, and a statue of some weird demonic creature.

Alejandro: "What kind of place is this?"

I whisper to myself out of complete confusion. The room appears to be some weird gothic themed room with a bunch of red and black accents along the walls with a bunch of satanist markings on the back of the chairs. I refocus my attention to the large whiteboard and I read what is written on it to myself as the large print of the words in red caught my attention.

Alejandro: "Fix this shit? Blitzo is the best? Who the hell is this weird Blitzo character? Why is there a graph on the board? Better yet, where the fuck am I!?"

This place is starting to creep me out as it seems like some sort of gothic or satanist room that probably has a bunch of sex toys or something hidden somewhere, as I have seen places like this have that somewhere in the room. I look down at my lap and notice that my stone washed jeans are slightly bloodied and so is my black tank top. I growl a bit at the thought of my clothes being recently bought and for them to only be ruined in a matter of days; but I guess that is what I should expect from being part of a gang I suppose.

I take another alarmed glance around the weird room that has way too many red and black accents to not be considered some weird satanist room for a cult or something. My stomach starts to turn and I feel my racing heart in my throat.

Alejandro: "Jesus Christ Alejandro, keep it together and get the hell outta here..."

I scooted off the table and landed on the floor with clumsiness paired with my untimed landing that made me off balance and forced me to lean against one of the gloomy looking walls to stay balanced and catch my breath. I can't stop my rapid breathing and wincing as I feel winded, possibly from my injuries but I push through the suffering as I stumble my way to the only door within the room that might lead me to an exit so I can get back home and hide out there and call Alvarez about how the brothers were killed and I lost his Excursion in the gun fight. With determination and steel will, I clutch my stomach and turn the doorknob with my uninjured arm.

After opening the dull accent door, I notice how the new room I am in has a couch near the supposed entrance to the room, a crappy water machine in the corner, and I see a corner of a wooden desk. The room had an odd smell lurking around the corners and I could not describe it as I have never smelled something so...odd before. I sigh in relief as I stumble fully into the room in pain as I whip my head to my left to find some weird creature sitting in a desk.