Crossing Illusion: Reflection (Book 1) #Wattys2017

Chapter 6: Red-Eyed Brotherhood

In an alley, dark and secluded abandoned alley where human dump their junk.. Sound heard inside the abandoned building beside it. The window is barricaded, and the only entrance is the door on the second floor, which is accessible through a metal stair. It though too tall for human to grab in, as it at least two meter ahead the ground.

"You get the view of them?"

A man in coat was sitting in a rugged, broken sofa. Fluffy enough to cushion the homeless looking fellows.

"Yes, the cops is here. I saw at least 8 ordinary cops, and 6 young peoples in casual outfit. One of them seems to be their leader."

An intimidating tough-looking guy descend the stairs. They all wear various range of clothing, but generally all look unruly. People would consider them as young anarchist, street vandalist, or bandits, if not because of their piercing red eyes and hint of fang that visible from the edge of their lips.

"That's makes it fourteen..." The bald one speaks. Another one join the talk soon. "I don't like old cops, so we should take just that six young ones. I bet their blood make a good dinner for us."

The insane looking man beside the fireplace was talking. His eyes thirst for blood, as much as his thin body hunger for meat. Bones and eye bag seen from his face, especially since he was beside a light source.

"That's decided." The one in black hood, which suppose to be the ringleader, is jumping off from his couch. "Tonight we will hunt them down. Those idiot cops that think they can judge us, that they think they are justice! Tonight, we make them bathe in blood!! Tonight, we feast!!"

His leader-like speech followed by the war cry of the group, thirst of blood make them agitated. Unable to wait for a nice drink. Until then, another man in hood was descending from the stair.

"Not so fast, Karms." The red eyed one stop as soon they heard him talking. They look at his figure. Each of his footstep make a loud, echoing sound in the empty warehouse-like building. "I say that we may get cautious." He speak again.

"And why? This is a good chance! They just some police. We do some surprise before they could touch their guns, and we win!" One of the man with tattoo on his face was leaning on the wall, protesting. Like the other, he seems to be impatient.

"Those six guys... seems they're Mirage." The mysterious man come closer to the group. "Mirage? What's that?" The freaky one talk again, still busy with his fireplace.

"SPD. They're special cops that deal with monsters. They don't use gun, they had... powers." He explain it with a sign of excitement. Seems however, have different motivation than the other vampire. He think rationally with plan, unlike those ragged savage friend around him.

"Alright, Varain." The one in black hood face up the man he call as Varain. "You lead us, you lead ALL of us. We're gonna make some massive party. Whoever those Mirage are, they're dead!!"

The other subordinate of him was cheering up in euphoria again. The one called Karms then pass Varain, and speak in slow, cold tone.

"We do this only because our Lord choose you for this position. Remeber that, Varain. You're still an outsider.."

He leave to the stair, and the man called Varain also leave to the other direction. He then whisper as he leave a smile, made of scorn and yet twisted pleasure.

"Your so-called Lord is only my puppet, Karms. And so does you."

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