The Resurrection Game: The last Winners

chapter #34: Massacre

"It's okay." Wheş soothed, taking Alex gently by the shoulder like a puppet master pulling strings and pulled him calmly over the chaotic battlefield. Wheş' faceless visage was unreadable; he emitted no glee nor sorrow, just a stone cold calamity. It was almost disturbing, yet Alex felt calm.
Angry sky red, who's dark grey melachonic army protected her, swallowed the last of the dying light. In all her glory, she dominated the land above, leaving nothing but ear piercing silence on the land below.  The ground had been exploded, shattered and broken; bits of discarded rubble were thrown all over the place and great black leafless trees either uprooted and left lying on the uneven crooked ground or bent at weird angles. The floor was a sea of  unrecognizable shapeless lumps of corpses.
One, Alex pointed out, was of a woman who's clothes had completely burnt off. Her spine was misshapen, bent at peculiar angles and her eyes were a white liquid running down her cheeks like tears, leaving black empty holes. Another person was on his knees, a spear dug straight into his throat and planted itself onto the mud at a 45° angle. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head and his mouth was open like he was screaming in terror. Another Alex was barely able to recognise; Lucifer. His skin was a sickly green pale, his face covered in ugly uneven swellings.  Drooling blood, the lower part of his head was completely cut off cleanly, leaving the remains of his skull and throat to be visible. His body was faced down onto the floor, but his head looked liked it had been forcefully twisted and pulled. Shattered bones jutted out of the skin like his skeleton wanted to peel the skin from its body, yet gave up half way through.

When Alex had approached the castle, people in formal black suits and dresses aimed their pistols and sniper rifles towards Alex's head, red dots flickering. Some had crossbows, axes and some other weapons that Alex couldn't identify, but it appeared to Alex that they were shaking, terrified.

It appeared that they weren't expecting anybody to survive.

"It's okay." Wheş repeated, his voice strangely calm. Distantly, Alex's mouth shaped Wheş' words, echoing. Slowly, Wheş grabbed Alex's hand and with sudden force which almost jutted Alex's shoulder right from its socket, lifted Alex's hand straight into the air. As Alex cried out in sudden agony, the people on the balcony were knocked over and fell onto the lava moat below. Screams of woe and hot sizzling filled the silent vacancy of the empty battlefield as distant sounds of gunshots filled Alex's head. Wheş laughed hysterically as he started to frantically move Alex's hands, killing unknown people in a massacre of blood and charred bodies. A distant, imaginary giggle left Alex, a smile painted on his lips. He had to admit, he was having fun.

"Alex?" A voice uttered from behind him and Alex turned around. Lucy was standing behind him, looking rather beaten up. Her hair was messed up, face covered in dark purple bruises and cuts whilst her armour had taken a quite a hit. There was the most puzzled look on her face. "What... are you doing...?" She asked, looking slightly bewildered.

Wheş smirked as held up a hand, staring at Lucy with crazed eyes.  Lucy's breath hitched. That was not Alex. That was not her son. And then before Lucy could say anything else, she was lifted off her feet and flicked backwards into the dark graveyard.

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"Mom!" I felt the breath return to my lungs and the self control return to my body. What was I thinking? I shook my head, staring at all of the corpses around me.
It was completely necessary Wheş informed, now there's nobody in the way of the mission.
"But why did you have to hurt my mother?" I whispered, aghasted.
Completely necessary. Now hurry up.

I looked back to the empty space where my mother just was, and with an unspoken apology, plunged myself into the dark fortress.