Eric Bridge And The Locket Of Blood (BOOK 1)

The Immortal Assassin

Shades of the shadows of men creep along the dimmed street, newspapers flinging around like annoying bugs. There laid a choking stench, we were like petrified bodies slowly soaring slightly above the ground and moving slowly to our destination with a door so black  indeed that the door knob was invisible to the naked eye. The door was a blackhole always leading to the same distance, destination and all the time a dismal,melanoid darkness. Most homeless starved, begged in the area; there was a mad man at every corner ready to jump at us at any time- one in particular glared at me directly in to my eyes; with eyes huge and circled, eyes like tunnels and hollowed cheeks and his eyes fixed and immovable, a fly soared next to his eye but his gaze didn't even flinch it remained a dead stare not because it brought me a sense of death but because his eye itself looked dead, his eye were almost as white as snow with a little blurred slit instead of pupils toned with a little brown color. He was toothless or almost; he had only two second premolars on the bottom. He had wrinkles like a Halloween mask, he barely had any hair and the bits he had were blanched. All the herd gawked at us with mouths wide opened; some toothless some with few, some even had giant acne on their faces spraying transparent liquids whilst they licked their own liquids with their blistered tongues  as if they were thirsty men in a red desert after a long walk in the sun. They way they gawked at us like pieces of meat, they looked hungry with saliva dripping on their necks while they wanted to rip our own nape. Others were blinded staring at blankness they honestly seemed like Zombies. They glanced hastily with their tongues out like barking dogs, others were more slow and turned creepily meeting our faces- their fingers and tall metered nails flinched and scratched their greasy walls or homeless posts. 

'This is a place for only lunatics, I hope Melkor isn't one' Retro said doubtfully,

'The door is just ahead' I tell them, all of them grew sweat on their forehead and spikes on their toes, we approached the and Natalie knocked gently- no response; as if the whole street had dead bodies with hosts souls with no intelligence of life. I remember of my purpose and the mission of my father and assertively slammed on the door, my companions had a beam of fear in their expression; Connor was left speechless and dry. His glasses were misty again he was puffing some much steamy air from his larnyx that his spectacles were blurred. A rasping sound of dead bodies being munched upon echoed - now there was also a click-clack and a clip-clop with hefty shoes trampling like the children often do. The door clashed against the sides open and a hunched up cloaked figure surfaced at the doorstep.

The Igor shaped man kept with his chin up covering his teeth, upper lip and almost to a point reaching up to his noise, His face was squashed together and the eyes, nose and lips were to centered and the other edges of his face were blanked out with excessive skin. His eyes glowed, he was a woodpecker because his eyes gleamed at us as if visitors were as precious as jewelry and silver-gold pieces.

'You're in here for... for buisness I suppose, yes, I require your name' He said strangely, I stood in front of my companions. I lift my head and say proudly ' My name's Eric bridge, Son of the dark lord Cygnus'. The man lowered his hunched head to the floor, his eyes widened and he took a deep breath, his mouth was stinky, it smelled like cat vomit. 

'Get in my lord, get in' he babbled,

'So much for Melkor's minions' Retro whispered, 

'This is no Joke, You're playing with fire' Said Hellas in a subtle tone, still terror-stricken of the so-called assassin. His face looked pale again, I noticed that the current Hellas was a far-cry from the previous Hellas I fathom about in the past. The Hellas I knew was never cowardly. Retro shrugged his shoulders at Hellas's comment and everyone went on with their thing as we followed ourselves inside the obfuscous lodge.