Don't Touch

Good Timing

Yelling as loud as he possibly could Greg sank the knife that Sixx had given him into the Hellhound over and over again. The black liquid that acted as the creature's blood was splattering all of Greg's face burning his skin to the touch but he didn't seem to care or even notice. All he cared about at this point was killing at least one of these thing that were now on his trail and have now become a center point of his fear.

But even with the extra stab wounds that Flannery was inflicting the hound just wouldn't die. It wreathed and yelped everytime a blade sank into it's flesh but it just seemed like it lacked the ability to die. If Greg weren't so fearful of the beast he was sure he'd pity the creature. To absorb so much pain yet still cling to life must be a horrible feeling he thought. They actually are quite pitiful for a Devil.

Greg brought both his arms up with knife in hand, and slammed his arms down as hard as he could. The sound of a bone breaking made Greg look up to see that not only had the blade of the knife gone in, but part of the hilt as well. He'd driven his arms down so hard that the hand guard had actually ripped through the hound's mangled side and broken a rib. Greg looked wide eyed at the hilt pertruding from the hound's side, it was covered in a mix of scarlet and black blood.

As if the sight of blood restarted his sense of touch, Greg felt a sharp sting in his palms followed by something warm begin to trickle from them. Turning both hands over Greg saw that the skin on his hands was literally peeled off leaving nothing but splotches of raw and bloody palms. How'd that happen, he wondered still staring at his now trembling hands. The Hellhound couldn't have done this, it was being held down the entire time and hadn't scraped him.

A thought came to him as he looked back at the knife and saw these tiny little shavings dotting it. He'd done this to himself. He must've been stabbing so wildly and frantically that he'd literally rubbed his skin right off of his hands. The very idea of it made him want to puke but the sound of someone screaming cut through his thoughts. Looking over he saw Sixx on the ground with blood swelling from his leg and a Hellhound was on top of him.

Greg looked around frantically for Sonya since he'd be no use without his hands. But much to his horror she was nowhere in sight, and Flannery was now struggling with suddenly revived Hellhound. Greg's first instinct was to rush to her but he got a bad feeling in his chest which made him run for Sixx instead. He wasn't really sure what he'd be able to do since the last Hellhound barely seemed bothered by his touch. But something in him just wouldn't allow him to watch Sixx get killed.

Greg launched himself at the Hellhound wrapping his arm around it's neck and amazingly pull it off of the fallen Sixx. Greg was about to toss the hound until he noticed the it was missing a whole half of it's body. Looking down Greg saw that Sixx wasn't even looking at him, he was looking behind him. The same horrid feeling rose in his chest just as he heard the clicking of claws behind him.

"Move you god damn idiot!" Sixx shouted just as Greg spun around.

He saw a massive shadow pass over him just as the Hellhound was in his line of sight. When he was fully turned around the hound leaped into the air making Greg tumble backwards and land right next to Sixx. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl as Greg watched the hound get ever so closer to them. Beside him Greg heard Sixx shouting something but it was out blasted by the pounding of Greg's heart, every beat sounded like a roar of thunder to him. Greg felt frozen while Sixx was making an attempt to slash at the hound with his blade. It all seemed to be happening so slow but Greg knew that it couldn't have been a second when it happened.

A pair of talons came into view just above Greg's head just as the shadow passed over his head, and suddenly a monsterously huge white bird plowed into the Hellhound. Greg felt his jaw begin to drop as the eagle or whatever kind of bird it was snatched the hound up in it's talons and was making to carry it off. But the Hellhound was struggling too much and eventually broke free and was back on the ground and snarling fiercely at the bird as it circled around the school.