Chapter 3: Voices

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The air rippled in front of Isaac as he charged through his home in blind panic, Haz'jael stood in the mass of rippling air in a blink of Isaac's eyes.

Skidding to a halt Isaac battered the door beside him down, tripping Isaac slammed face first into the wooden floorboards of his fathers study.

Isaac took a quick look back at what he had stumbled over, blood lapped at Isaac's clothes as he sat staring at the body laid stretched out on the floor.

Isaac's father was sprawled on the wooden floor letting his blood slowly drain from the wreckage that was left of his body. His glazed eyes stared at Isaac hauntingly, his almost transparent skin was specked with blood as it ran free from his wounds.

His lower jaw had been ripped from its home to lay bare his throat and all its fleshy gore, Isaac blanched as vomit rose in his throat, but as Haz'jael stepped casually over the body and into the room with a sickly grin.

"shame I can't do the same to you, I'd really of liked to hear you scream." Haz'jael sneered.

Bending Haz'jael roughly grabbed hold of Isaac's fathers head and threw him into the wall, a hideous crunch and squelch came from the impact the body made against it. The other two strode into the room with indifference at what had happened they simply looked at isaac ignoring the blood and gore held in the room.

Feyrbrand gave a slight signal and the giant moved towards Isaac slowly, stretching out his hand to grab Isaac he bent and took hold of his shirt.

As his fingers curled around the fabric a low hum reverberated around the room making him pause momentarily before his body was engulfed in flames of a hazy violet nature.

He screamed in pain as he fell away from Isaac swatting away the flames, Isaac spun bewildered at everything that had took place to see a girl standing by the open window, clad in light cargo pants trimmed with knifes of several sizes.

Her tight tank top provided Isaac with a spectacular view of her curves, she.is.sexy. The unnamed voice chimed in. her outfit was completed by a knee length coat of a purple velvet that gave her even more sex appeal to the voice.

Isaac didn't tell the voice to clam up, in fact he wasn't even sure it was the voice that had said it, the girls hair hung loosely over her shoulders shimmering in the light giving her brunette locks a blonde sheen.

The look of thunder on her face as she retracted her out stretched hand the seemed to be causing the air's distortion around them .

She's sexy the voice echoed again, Isaac ignored it, it was hard enough to follow what was happening without the silly distraction of the voices infatuation. But Isaac's eye kept seeking the mysterious girl out.

"what have we got here then boys..and girls. Not your usual joint to hang out is it? What's your game." the girls sweet voice rang out with anger.

"kill her" Feyrbrand commanded, his calm exterior seemed bristled by the surprise appearance.

"finally. I've wanted to get my hands round your supple little neck for years." Haz'jael chuckled.

"walk the walk don't just talk the talk big boy." the girl growled.

"Haz, you take the whelp I've got princess over there. I owe you one Alicia and its time for you to collect" Bell stepped forwards limbering up.

"damn broads, always take the fun jobs."

"get on with it Haz, I do not want to return empty handed." he paused. "again"

"see, you don't seem like crazed demons, well maybe big boy over there but other wise your as sane as me" the girl called Alicia said.

"that's not very sane then" Bell retorted.

"oh don't be sore Bell, just cause I kicked your arse last time. This time i'm going to kick it and then I'm going to take you back to the Sanctum and prove once and for all that you demons are up to something. Those damned grunts are just a cover." Alicia spat.

Bell didn't bother continuing the banter, the arse kicking comment had hit a nerve, twisting in the air Bell spun bringing her foot round to Alicia's head.

Alicia neatly blocked the attack before taking another to her ribs. They whirled in a dance of fists and feet, a few knifes flashed but were soon disarmed and discarded of the floor.

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