Torin wheezed as he laid on the floor, blood pooling around him.
Ambushed! His mind reeled and shouted. How did this happen?
Torin knew. Hunters ambushed both him, and Kane, Keeper of Disaster. The two of them had gone to the cemetery to scope things out. He'd known something terrible would happen, he'd been waiting for it, but this? Being ambushed by Hunters was not on the list of disasters he'd come up with.
Torin couldn't blame Kane for this one; none of them could. Nothing this bad had happened before, expect for Baden. That was bad, and it wasn't even Kane's demon's fault.
How could they have been ambushed by those damned Hunters?!
He wheezed again as he heard footsteps down the hallway. He couldn't breath right; couldn't call for help.
"Torin!" a voice called. It was Maddox!
A second later, Violence rushed into the room, wearing only his black boxers. Torin reached for Maddox with a bloody gloved hand.
"Don't worry, brother," he said as he lifted Torin from the floor and layed him on the bed. "You'll be fine, I promise."
Torin made the 'k' sound, trying to say Kane's name. It was all the Keeper of Disease could manage. He wheezed again and grabbed Maddox's arm. He was scared, that much Maddox knew and could see in his eyes.
"Sleep, Torin. I'll get help." Maddox's voice drifted away and the world turned to darkness.
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The Darkest Cure ((#Wattys2015))
FanfictionThe Lords of the Underworld, cast out of heaven for an unimaginable crime, suffered the ages of humanity, condemned with their demons. For millennia they watched as ancient civilizations rose and fell, engaged in wars that consumed countries and bro...
