Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 47 - Slaying Party

WARNING: This chapter will have potentially triggering content (GORE and TORTURE). You have been warned! Please proceed with caution! Thanks :D

*Rosie's P.O.V*

Gerald busted the door open, violently.

"Like hell you will," he snarled, pointing his weapon at Richie. "No fun for you, just a one way trip down to the underworld."

"Jerry, what are you doing?!" Artie cried out, "steel bullets do nothing against him, stupid!"

"You're right, you uneducated twit with the memory of a newborn fly, but silver might," he said, shrugging, and then he fired multiple rounds before reloading his weapon.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

All shots except one missed Richie.

As Gerald blew the smoke away from his gun, Richie looked down at the wound that was now forming on his stomach. Blood started gushing out.

What a relief, he's going to die...

Right?

I really hope that he goes poof but a part of me knows better. After all, he did come back from the dead, stronger than ever.

Richie just started laughing.

Ugh-oh...

He wiped the blood away using his hand and then looked Gerald dead in the eyes.

"You really thought that would take me out, huh?" he said, cruelly. "Answer me."

"Umm, yeah..." Gerald trailed off, looking back and forth between Artie and I. "I heard your conversation, guys, before I ran to get silver."

"Unfortunately, he used some kind of magic on his body to protect himself," Artie explained.

"Man, that sucks! So, how do we kill him then?" Gerald asked, fearfully.

"That's what I'd like to know," Artie muttered.

At that moment, the chief walked in.

"Alright, listen up—" he froze, as he took in his surroundings. Everything was messy, dirty and bloody, since the office had been torn apart in Richie's rage to take down his son.

"What's going on here?!" The chief boomed. "Artie, Rosie, Gerald, you problematic drama loving fucks, this is a fucking police station, not a fucking shoot-out. For fucks sake, clean this fucking mess up now!"

Within a second, Richie was in front of the chief.

He reached out both of his hands and started choking the chief.

"UGH!" The chief screamed, as his face went red.

All at once, Gerald, Artie and I fired, knowing full well it was futile.

"Chief!" Gerald yelled, running over and trying to get Richie off of him. Artie joined him. I could have joined too, if I didn't, well you know, have a broken leg.

All I could do was watch the scene fold out in front of me, helplessly. If I wasn't terrified, I actually wouldn't mind watching the fight, while actively cheering on my co-workers.

Richie threw both Gerald and Artie off, effortlessly.

The chief's struggling slowed down, as his breathing gradually tapered off.

Fuck.

Richie threw his unconscious body onto the floor.

He then crouched down and with an insane amount of force, dug his hand brutally into the chief's chest, successfully breaking through the skin, and ripping out his beating heart.