The Dark Ones

Chapter 3

I ran. Ran faster than wind. Swifter than a ninja. I made no sounds. Running. Sweating. The. I couldn't run no more, I found a ladder leading up to a big platform. Was climbing up this ladder a mistake? No, if I hadn't done that I wouldn't have knowledge I own today. At the top of the platform I can see anything in the factory but I focus my eyes on Bryce and Henry sitting down by the door. Henry was laying and Bryce was hunched over him. Could it be that Henry is dead? My breathing slowed, as I made it. Then I noticed a man... Or what was left of one. One arm was tattered off, part of his neck was scarred. Then I noticed the bullet hole in the head. I knew that that innocent person is dead. My attention got caught again by the two criminals. I could barely see the shimmer of tears streak down the mans cheek. A miracle happened next, Henry started to move! I smiled a bit. Even if they are terrible people they still don't deserve to be alone. Like I am.

But this miracle took a left turn into a nightmare. Henry reached up and grabbed Bryce by the neck. I scurried down the ladder. Why? I'm not sure. Why did I feel like I need to do something? Again, I haven't the faintest clue. I screeched in just to hear Bryce screaming and see Henry eating the flesh off of Bryce. Blood was everywhere. I turned to the left seeing a sharp metal spear. Thoughts are running through my mind. But I have to act fast. Faster than then the wind. I cut the duct tape off of my hands, the grasping the spear freed my feet from their imprisonment and ripped the duct tape from my mouth. Despite the searing pain I grabbed the gun. Three bullets. No less. No more. Have I ever fired a gun? No, never. But I needed this to stop. "Henry!" My raspy voice cracked and squeaked. "Get off of him!" Henry responded with nothing. It was like I wasn't even there. This went on for a while. Then I pulled the trigger. It hit Henry in the stomach. That's when things got really weird. Henry didn't flinch when I put the bullet through his stomach so I fired again. This time hitting him where his heart would be. That's when I figured out these monsters don't have hearts. The recoil of the second shot sent me flying backwards and onto the ground. Henry... Should I call it Henry anymore? Well anyways. It didn't notice that I had introduced a bullet to his chest but it did notice the sound the pistol made. My thoughts were that 'Henry' was sick of Bryce meat and wanted a bit of mine. My predictions became true as the lifeless Henry started towards me.

"Shoot it... In..." It was Bryce! "In..."

"An answer would be great right now, Bryce!"

"Head!" And Bryce started choking on blood. I obeyed and aimed steady. One bullet. One bullet can kill me. Or I can kill him. I fire.