Creepypastas

The Cult pt. 2

So that last part was really starting to work up some emotions but, I’m…doing a bit better now. I’ll try my best to get through this last part of it, but be warned it gets really bad here, so no one with a weak heart continue on. Some gore and…and..well, you’ll see.

Xavier banged on the doors, yelling for Ryan, until I quickly pulled him back. “Listen he can deal with them for now, he’s the biggest m**********r out of all of us, I’m sure he’ll be fine. We, however, have to find the others!”, I yelled as I shook him.

“Ok, ok..I..I’m good.”, He said, shaking his own head trying to calm himself. “Let’s go to wherever they are and kick those cultists’ a*s.”

“Hell yeah!” I shot back, doing my best to force a smile. We turned around to see the rest of the room that we had been forced into. It was, for lack of a better word, purified. It appeared to be sterile, no grime, no dust. It was eye bleedingly white, except for the four evenly placed tables that sat in the middle of the room. We were pretty stunned by the sudden change, seeing as the house and temple were clearly rundown to at least some degree. It had the feel of a waiting room but, not for before an examination. We were confused, to say the least, this was very much not following the tone of the rest of the building. We suddenly realized the yelling and scuffling, from behind the door we’d come from, Ryan was fighting a losing battle. We ran down the hall towards a second pair of double doors. We put our ears up and heard Tom and the members laughing, slowly getting closer and closer. I looked at Xavier and whispered “One..Two…Three!” We threw open the door just in time to smack Tom straight in the face, blood starting to gush out of his nose. “What the…” was all he got out before I charged him and cracked my fist against his temple, sending him quickly crumpling to the ground.

The other three cultists, who at the very least seemed closer to our age, leaped at us. Raising their bloodied knives above their heads, bearing down on us. Xavier took a knife to the shoulder, grunting as fell to a knee. He took a second as the cultist laughed at him, and to all of our amazement, kicked back up from his knee and slammed the cultist right in the gut. They both went toppling onto the ground. While this was going on, the other two cultists had decided on me as their prey. The first one took a clumsy step towards me, making it easy to just sidestep the stab. I stepped in close, shoving him back hard, and sending him right over the top of Xavier and his cultist. He fell back hard, slamming his head into the ground and reduced to quiet moaning. I started to smile when a sharp pain shot through my side. I turned to see the other cultist sticking the knife in my side and brandishing a wicked smile, at least I think he was, across his mutilated face. I grabbed his arm and ripped away as I turned my body away. Which ended up not being a good move. The knife felt like it tore even more, but the cultist was now without a blade. I leaned back the other way hard, falling down on him and sending us to the ground as well. As we wrestled, I peeked a look at Xavier and saw him mutilating his cultist’s face worse than it already was. Mine decided to knee me while I was distracted, and sent me off him and onto the ground. I yelped in pain as the knife, dug further into my side. I heard a clang come from next to me, and my eyes shot open at my own stupidity, my knife from earlier. I had completely forgotten about the knives we took from the cultists in the other room.

I reached out for the knife and tried to grab its hilt, but it was just out of reach. The one on top of me rolled me on my back and started to strangle me to death. Closer…closer..closer..and there my fingertips pulled it back to me and grabbed it by the hilt fully. I shot the knife out, planting it firmly in his throat. I nearly puked when I pulled it out, blood squirted across my face, covering my eyes. I quickly wiped it off and jumped to my feet to see Xavier still pounding in his guy’s face, it was pretty disturbing since the guy was no longer moving and probably hadn’t been for a while. I stepped up to him yelling, “Xavier, chill out he’s dead already.” I pulled him off and threw him back on the ground. He was breathing hard; a crazy look sewn in his eyes. I picked him up off the ground and held him steady. He assured me he was back in with reality and we walked over to the third cultist to see if he was going to get back up. I knelt down to check his pulse. His pulse is fine, I thought, his breathing isn’t even shal… The previously incapacitated cultist, snatched me by my ankle; his eyes wild with anger. I screamed and tried to pry his hand off as his nails cut into me. Xavier quickly hopped into the air and planted his heels firmly in his face. That was even worse than the blood from earlier, it was as if his head were a pumpkin. It smashed in deep, spraying blood and bone fragments up onto Xavier pants and his boots. He stood a good 4 inches taller than me, easily giving off a menacing picture as he stood on the cultist’s head. I went to stand up and he turned with a slight grin on his face; hope in his eyes.