Hellbound

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I woke up sweating. The salt water drops slipped down my torso and over my now bulging muscles. I massaged my temples and felt my energy becoming restless. I sighed and padded over to the kitchen and pulled out a water bottle filled to the brim with red thick liquid. I sipped some of it and sat down on the couch. I began to watch Ghost Rider and a Garfield cartoon. At three in the morning, I got up and went to get ready for work. I pulled on combat boots, khakis, and an olive colored tee. I slung my North Shore bookbag over my shoulder and opened the window. Below was a fifty story drop. I gulped down the rest of the fluid in the bottle and took a deep breath and jumped. I heard a bunch of woman screaming and men yelling to people to call the police.

The wind cut my face and made my face burn. I dropped to the ground on both feet and began walking like jumping down hundreds of feet was part of my daily life. I ran to catch a bus and jumped on. A few people were staring, mostly girls. I got off of the last stop and walked toward the building. The building was covered with vines and all the windows were cracked.

I went around the corner and grabbeed ahold of a doorknob. It squeaked open and dust flew everywhere. I stepped inside and went toward the light switch. After a few seconds, the dim lights flickered on and shed light on the tables before me. I made my way over to one of the tables that was situated in the far corner, and emptied my bag's contents all over it.

A switchblade. A pistol. Vials of angelic blood. Empty vials.

Rats scattered all over the floor and into small hidden places. I spread the map of the subway in front of me and began to map out where demons would be hiding during broad daylight. I the technique that scientists use to find the epicenter of an earthquake, but instead of P and S waves, I use demon sightings. Once I do that, I go after them, take their blood, and then kill them. I can't kill them without angelic blood because it's the only thing that can kill them. I have to be careful too, the angelic blood could kill me or even worse, wipe away my dark energy. After a few minutes of narrowing down cities, I found the main one. It wasn't even a city. It was a village a gypsies. In the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, it wasn't too far... just five miles of hiking through the woods. I began packing my bags and walked over to the other building, connected to this one. I slammed the door open and made my way over to the computers. I typed in some information about my body and submitted it. I grabbed a needle of clear fluid and stabbed it into my neck. Instantly, my blood turned cold and I felt my heart stop and my senses heighten. My conscience leaving me. I let out a relieved sighed knowing the serum working because when it didn't I would have to kill people feeling guilty throughout the whole thing.

I snapped out of it and went over where I kept my hunting suits. They were black with hoods and belts that exploded if I needed to get out of something. Like...

That's when I heard footsteps. I tensed at the sound and put my hand on one of my guns and one of my throwing knives. I spun around and was found face to face with my intruder.

The face was very familiar. Very cunning. Red hair, freckles.

"Cherry?" I ask.

She smiled and wrapped me into a hug. "I missed you big boy! Where have you been? We looked for you everywhere, but you covered your tracks so well." She frowned. " Then we were out to have some fun and Drake recognized your energy there. What were you doing in a abandoned hotel?"

"Just passing through." I lied.

"Cool. Whatever. Drake wants to see you tonight. He says that you're still connected with him." She scoffed and smiled.

"Why didn't he didn't just come himself?" I asked.

"He doesn't do well around people. He can't stop himself from killing like before. Has that happened to you?" She sounded genuinely worried.

"Let's just say, for the last three years, the FBI have been looking for me as their most wanted serial killer." I chuckled.

"Oh. Is there anyway to stop it?"

"Will power. But I just started and its mad hard. Nightmeres everynight. Sometime I can't even sleep. Just make sure during the first two weeks, he doesn't see anyone. Especially you." I said, pulling my shirt over my head and taking off my pants.

"Could you get any more modest?" She muttered before turning around.

I pulled on the suit and told her that she could turn back around.

"So, what's that for?" She asked, pinching some of the material between her thumb and index finger.

"I have something to do." I answered vaguely.

"Don't lie to me Carter. I'm like you." She put her hand on my face and smiled.

"Cherry, don't poke your nose into something that has nothing to do with you." I growled.

"Carter, you can't just go around killing off demons without knowing how to do it without killing off their life lines." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Ianna died without any notice. She didn't die from natural causes. She died because her life line was cut."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Our life lines are cut when our demon parent is killed without a proper ritual. Without the ritual, all of the life lines connected to that demon are severed and that person is killed." She looked up at me and frowned." We followed that person here. To you." She explained.

I shoved her off of me and scowled at her.

"Who cares? As long as I don't die, I'm good."

"Carter, listen to yourself. This is what happens when you kill so much. You have no remorse." She begged.

"It also means that I don't have to feel the guilt. I'm not going to turn out like you . Weak."

"I'm not weak." Her eyes narrowed and she clamped her hand on my neck. A tingling sensation crept up my neck and I began to choke.

"I hve to admit. That's quite impressive, but leave it to the children of death himself." I growled, prying her hand off of me and letting my dark energy engolf us.

My heart began beating out of control and I saw her face begin to wrinkle.

"You like my new trick?" I chuckled.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I made her wind pipe cave in. Then everything was in slow motion. The wall nearest to us exploded and caused me to go flying. I felt a foreign dark energy surround me and flip me in the air. I landed on my back and saw a shadow of a man. As he came closer, I recognized him as Drake. As he came closer, I saw a staff in his right hand.

"Drake, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Dad wants to mold you into something he wants you to be. He wants to offically meet you. Just stop trying to kill our own." He stated.

"Who says that I want to meet our dad?" I scoffed.

Where had he been when I was younger? Or when I was struggling with all this power threatening to destroy me.

"Then I'll beat you into submission." He smirked and put his staff in front of him.

"Bring it." I stood and let my dark energy loose.