A Gruesome Task (On Hold)

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

I kept walking even though I was aware of the fact that Sam wasn't following me. I was fuming anger. How could Sam not understand the fact that it wasn't my fault? I had no say in the situation my father had placed me in, but he had a say in being turned. I couldn't believe he would do this, turn himself. Especially into a creature he knew I feared greatly. Ever since the incident with the broken glass, I had been especially frightened of the Children of the Night.

I looked up to finally see where I was headed and found myself in a large backyard. It looked deserted. What could have once been beautiful, vibrant, lovely flowers were now not. I took a few more steps before stopping completely. There was a rusty wooden square mounting from the floor with two handles that no doubt led to a downstairs of some sort. I looked away from it, because quite frankly, it scared me. I didn't want to think of what could lurk behind those small, yet frightening doors.

I shivered then turned around. The grass was a rotting shade of green, and you could see more dirt along the sides. It was like a large field and I was standing in the middle of it.

Just then, I hear chanting in the wind, it's mumbled and very faint, but there nonetheless. I look around in fear. This wasn't like before in the gazebo, when I wasn't sure if it was actually the wind or just my mind. I was certain my mind couldn't have imagined this.

"As the Underworld finally cries. It will be our time to rise."

I looked around a second time. To pinpoint whatever was creating the chanting would not be to erase the fear, only subdue it. But as for now, I needed something along the lines of subduing. But regardless of my fear, it continued.

"They have taken over too many lands. Now their blood is on our hands."

My heart had quickened even more when the one voice became three. I began to slowly break down.

"Now we stand, as an army of Forsaken. To take back what has been taken."

My knees slowly sunk to the ground and I put my head in my hands, silent tears streaming down.

"Blood and murder has been their key. But it's not as if we disagree."

I lay on my side, in a fatal position awaiting my faith. Something in the chanting was telling me death was coming close. I had no more fight in me. I must deal with my future, my end.

"We will watch them cry in fear. As they know their time is near."

I sobbed and prayed for it to be quick. Have some mercy.

"We will have them under our wing. When they watch the death of their King."

I gasped and cried harder. I wasn't one who liked my father, but he was family - and the only one left I had at that - I would never wish death upon him. The three voices were now made up of dozens of them. I was scared senseless and everything in my body felt numb.

Suddenly, I felt the ground start to shake and I got up on reflex. I looked around for anyone to help, but all I could hear was the chanting that had now dialled down to a whisper. They were repeating something in a language that was unknown to me.

The ground then shook harder and some part not too far away from me started to crumble. I screamed as I saw an arm come out of the now fully crumbling ground and turned to run away. But as I turned and began to run, the earth in front of me also fell apart, revealing a man arise from the earth.

I managed to choke another horrid scream from my lips as I stood, frozen with shock as he rose.

They were rising, was all I could think. I was now in great danger.