The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 28 (PART 2)

We came up the stairs to see a long hallway filled with doors.  We saw a sign that said: "Rooms 1-99" This was going to be a long travel up the stairs.  This one ended one floor and the others surely will be the same.  There were a few guards running at the end of the hallway.  This would cause a lot of trouble.  Three of them were slowly heading our way.  Shit.

"Hide," I told Naomi.

"No, I need to help," She evaded my order.  Why?  I didn't want to put her in harm's way.  I did love her...  And never wanted anything bad to happen to her.  Jesus Christ.

I sighed.  "Fine, just follow my lead," I whispered to her.  We opened a door slowly, which was unlocked luckily, and we headed inside to hide.  We left the door open, hoping it would lead them in to investigate.  I hid behind the door, as Naomi crouched behind a dresser.

We could hear their footsteps slowly move on the carpet before it abruptly stopped by the room.   "Guys this door is open...  Should we look?"  One of the guard's voices came from behind the walls.

"I don't give a fuck."  Another guard spoke up, "Sure.  We have to find those two morsels that killed our men! I swear if I find them, they will be my dinner, the girl being my snack.  But first, I think I want to... make sure the meat is at peak perfection.  But you can investigate, meet us down there when you're done."  We heard two sets of footsteps begin to walk away, then, a figure of a man came in the doorway as I hid behind that door.  I was sweating and my heart racing every second.  I had to be careful to not alert the other guards.

He came into the room, looking around to find us.  He turned his back to go to the bed; completely unaware we were there.  I came out from behind the door, cautiously, and went to hit him in the back of his head with my gun...  Shit... Naomi still had my machete.  Suddenly, Naomi came from behind the dresser, and jammed the machete right through him; not giving the sick fuck to escape or scream.  Blood gushed out everywhere from the wound onto the blade and floor as it stained his clothes he wore.  Bits of his stomach and other innards gave the dusty bedding a new color to match the large amount of blood.  Naomi then took it out with the guy falling over, still alive and coughing up blood as it spattered the small areas around his head that were missed.  Naomi, without hesitation, slammed the blade in between his eyes as blood rushed out of his head.  She took it out quickly, and cleaned it off with her shirt.  I looked at the guy, with blood oozing from his head and chest.  The poor bastard didn't stand a chance.

I shrugged.  "Well, at least we got him. You can have the machete, Naomi," I told her.

"Okay, thank you!  We have to find something for you to use as well," She told me.  Which was true, but what was I supposed to do?  We couldn't go exploring after all.  Then, we heard more voices.  I told Naomi to hand me the Machete real quick, as it was the two other guards coming to look for their friend.  We hid quickly back in the same spot.  The two guards entered the room... I had to be tactical about it, as it would end me if I was stupid.

  They gasped and stopped in the middle of the room as they looked at their dead friend by the bed.  "Holy shit!  They killed Kenny!  Those bastards will pay!  Kyle we need to find them!  We need to gut those fucking morsels and turn them into shit!" One of the guards screamed.

"Calm down Eric!  We will find them!"  The other guard replied.  I saw one guard in front of the dresser, extremely close and personal with Naomi, and the other inspecting the body.  I thought the one inspecting the body would be easier to get the jump on, so I did.  I snuck up behind him, and brought the machete down into his skull as blood rushed out in every direction around his head.  I quickly took it back out, with bits and pieces of bone and brain, along with blood covering the machete after Naomi's hard work.

"Hey, Kyle, check out this lovely morsel I found!" The other Guard said.

 I turned around to see the other guard totally oblivious to what happened to his buddy as he was choking Naomi with one of his hands.  She was kicking and screaming to break free from his greasy stranglehold.  I didn't even waste a breath as I chopped right through the fuckers arm, slicing it off like a thin layer of turkey.  The arm fell off as blood rushed out at an incredible speed faster than anything else I saw, splattering the walls, Naomi, and even me.  The guy screamed in pain and agony, but not for long. I wrapped my arm around this piece of shit's fucking throat, then moved the machete slightly, and slit his throat.  As he the bastard was trying to catch some air, he started to gurgle and choke on his own blood as it started to spill out of his mouth and dribble onto the wound on his neck.  He reached at his throat with his still bleeding numb which soaked him in more of his own fluids as he slowly fell to the ground a soft thud, still choking on the blood before he finally fell silent.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are you okay Naomi!" I worryingly rushed over and hugged her.

"I'm fine, other than the blood stains all over me.  I swear Oliver, once we are done here, we have to find new clothes and a way to clean ourselves.  We both fucking smell!"  She explained.  I shook my head in agreement.  We left the room, and walked up the last few flights of stairs, having to kill a few guards on the way until we finally were at the room Elias was being held in; according to that guard Naomi tortured.

"You sure this is it?" I asked Naomi.

"I would believe so since those were the last fuckers words before I put a hole in his pathetic head," Naomi reassured me.  Then, beyond the walls, we could hear voices screaming and yelling.

"Where the fuck is he?!" One voice yelled.

"I said, for the last fucking time, I don't fucking know where he is!"  Another voice hollered back... Wait... That's Elias' voice. This is the right room, thank god.

"Fuck this.  I don't even give a fuck anymore.  I'm going to put a bullet into this fucker's ugly face and end him, fry him up, and eat him like a chicken wing!"  The voice screamed.  Holy shit, they were torturing Elias.  We had to stop them, now.  They were going to kill him mercilessly.  We had to get in there.  NOW.  I twisted the handle, it was locked.

"Naomi!  We need to bust the door in, NOW!"  I yelled.  She just looked at me blankly like she saw a ghost.  "Naomi! NOW!"  I hollered again.  She shook her head, snapping out of whatever trance she was in.

"Okay sorry!  On three... One... Two... Three..." She yelled, we both kicked the door open.