The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 10 (Demonic Monuments)

I stumbled through the woods, tripping and stumbling over stumps and fallen trees. I was weak, and my sobs soon turned into heaves from crying for four hours straight. The police had shown at the crime scene, and I had to run, as though I was the culprit. Because you are, a voice arose in the back of my mind.

I had driven out to Fife Lake, to the exact demonic area of trees... where I was first turned, into whatever this is.

I fell to my knees when seeing the abandoned house I had once before seen.

"Why?" I tried to scream to the spirits that condemned to me so. But my scream was truly a squeal, and couldn't be heard by a human being.

I looked up at the sky, and took a double take at two graves that sat near the house. I stumbled towards them, only to read the sloppily engraved names.

Sam Wartext. Samantha Wartext.
I flicked my eyes to a well sitted next to them. It had also had their names carved into the stone wall of it. It took every amount of energy to walk up to the well.

Inside, the water at the bottom was dark, yet it glistened in the sunlight from above.

I went head-first into the well, after feeling someone roughly shove me from behind. My insanity about unbuckled when I looked up to see the girl with bleach blonde hair, and tan skin. Her cowgirl accent echoed throughout the well.

"Poor Rebecca. Always the victim," she snickered. "The only way to beat the enemy is to become the enemy. And us demons have the perfect escape route."

The water was freezing on my lower body, and somehow, I didn't feel a bottom, which only freaked me out more.

"What?" I sobbed. I could hardly speak from crying so long.

Brianna moved aside as that man with the flames ducked his head into the well, peering at me with a smirk.

"What Brianna was talking about was the demon heart rate. You can completely shut it off, and feel nothing. No emotion, no pain. Nothing."

I about slapped myself for almost wanting to.

"There's also the demon slumber. You can put your body to rest as though it's dead, and no one can bring you out of it."

"Wait, you're Satan," I froze, almost sinking from the shock. The Devil: my father....

"Yes, that's right. My beloved daughter here is smart. She's going down the right path. You're pathetic. Worrying about other people's safety. Just shut off that heart rate of yours and-".

"No!" I screamed defiantly. "Brianna, how could you do this? Why would you shut it off?" I questioned in desperation.

"Oh, she didn't." Satan stated. "She just doesn't care. She doesn't have to shut anything off. In fact, she enjoys the spillage of blood. That's commitment," Satan complimented. I sobbed in reaction. And it was inevitable now. Salty water poured from my eyes, as they threw a top over the well. A large wooden slab that covered the entire hole.

I started to panic, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. I started feeling the walls for a gap to hold onto, instead of dangling over what could be down below.

I finally found one, and I grasped its ledge. But something was sitted in the gap. I pulled out what looked like a large glass square, with something carved inside. From what I could see, it looked like a unicorn.

The top suddenly started to open again, forcing my instincts to drop the glass. I listened for it to hit the bottom, but there was no sound.

I panicked, realizing that this was either really deep, or this wasn't a well at all. Not below this surface. I looked up at the recognizable face of a dog who was formed human.