"Nightmare's over."
"Lie all you want."
-- Dayton, camp gate - 2015 --
The glimmering light of the sun's first rays shone through the city, illuminating the blood red sky that loomed menacingly over the settlement, shrouded in a veil of misery and death. While night had turned into a realm of terror, day had become a ghost of the past, a reminder of how unforgiving fate could be.
Blake stepped toward the blood-stained wall, an element quite ordinary in a town that had been shred to the bone. He reached for a set of three bricks and pushed them in, hearing a hollow thud as it fell on a metal sheet. Hurried footsteps echoed in the space within.
"OPEN UP!" Blake shouted, walking over to a pile of rubble.
A shallow clang of metal echoed beneath them.
Moving the few blocks that hindered his path, he cleared up the door on the floor and opened it, not once paying attention to the people who stood within the underground passage.
" 'Sup freak! Heard you were getting us some firepower," yapped a scrawny teenager, a few years older than Blake himself.
"Just as expected," said another boy as he watched the pack enter the room, bleeding all over themselves. Reyna was unconscious, slumped over Claire's back.
"Take a pack, hurt 'em all, kill a few, every single fucking time! You even hurt the pretty ones!" he said, running his fingers over Reyna's face as she lay on Claire's shoulder. "Just gotta have all the fun eh?"
Claire didn't say a word, gritting her teeth from rage. She knew the fact that they were nothing but refugees in this camp, the fact that the slightest of mistakes could get them kicked out of here. The fact that home was no more.
"That's enough Matt!" the other teen tried to warn him.
"Shut up Greg! Hey, I've got a deal for ya. Leave this bitch at my place and I'll give you all free meds. What do you say?" Matt replied, running his hands through Reyna's neck.
"Claire," said Blake, snapping all heads his way. "Put her down," he said, dragging a chair to his side, facing it towards her.
"Oh my, freak's got a tongue -"
"Kill him," the bane muttered as he took a seat, staring right at Claire's eyes. She didn't even take a moment to hesitate.
Each hit sent ripples through the dark tunnels. The muffled squelches of bone pounding against flesh was music to Claire's ears. Matt writhed in pain, struggling to scream for help. Blood clogged his throat as he cried out, a shallow gurgle being the only thing that slithered its way out of his swollen lips. Falco stared in horror, frozen to his feet as he watched his friend dragged the doors of hell by the hands of a woman.
"That's enough," said Blake, calmly walking over to Matt's body. He'd been ground to a pulp, barely breathing. The boy had never once seen surface unlike his parents, who risked their lives day and night to go on farming errands and get supplies.
"All these years, I haven't said shit to your worthless face," he spat, dragging Matt up by his collar and slamming him onto the chair.
"Hurt my friends, and I'll rip you apart. Get me?"
"You're exactly the monster they say you are, aren't you?" Matthias shot back through his mashed-up face.
"Of course I am."
Blake smirked, walking towards the tunnels as the pack followed him.
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Where Light Dies
Fantasy--Completed-- Book 1/3 - A Phantom's Light The world has ended. It has been nearly two decades since humanity fell. The skies have turned a vile crimson, and the earth now lies smeared in the blood of billions. In a realm overrun by demons...
