Don't Touch

Alpha Run

It all happened so fast, Greg thought to himself. Who would've thought he'd be one to leap to someone's rescue. Never once in his entire life did Greg think he'd put his life on the line for anyone that wasn't his little brother. Then again in the heat of the moment you never really know what you're made of, Greg thought just as he shoved Logan to the ground he only had one other thought. No more Devils.

That's when he felt it. The pain of a fist sized limb tearing through his shirt and piercing it's way into Greg's gut. The shock of the strike made him shut his eyes, but within the darkness of his eyelids Greg saw something else. It looked like something sharp-almost like a spike-not more than a hair away from his face. What the hell is that, he wondered. It couldn't have been more than a heartbeat before some sort of fluid propelled itself at the spike and seemed to disappear on contact with the spike.

Almost exactly when the fluid vanished into the spike did it withdraw from Greg's face, but as it left Greg found himself back inthe woods with Logan and this... Devil. It's screaming was filled with complete and absolute suffering as it's long insect-like limb flew through the air looking like it was being rotted through by something. But what could do something thing like that besides acid?

Just as those thoughts flew through Greg's mind he became suddenly overwhelmed with a severe pain in his stomach. As if on by pure instinct his arms flew to his stomach only to be gripped with even more pain. Feeling something very warm caking itself over his hand Greg pulled his hands away to look at them and saw them covered in a very dark red liquid. What is that, he wondered as it dripped from his hand and landed on the grass below. Greg watched in awe as right before his eyes the grass that had the fluid began to shrivel up and die.

"What the-"

"Greg!" A voice shouted sounding like it was way off in the distance. "Get down dammit!"

Without actually wanting to Greg found himself flat against the ground with some hands holding him there. He turned to try and get a look at his protector, but they were directly behind him and out of his view. He was however able to turn around enough to see a fiery snake lash out at the Devil with the insect leg.

The Devil screamed as the snake struck it in the chest with a very loud crack, making it back of several feet holding the place it'd been struck. Greg watched with dreary eyes as a second snake lashed out with another loud crack. This time though it wrapped itself around the Devil's neck. Within a split second Greg saw the Devil's head fly from it's body before it turned into a pile of ash.

By now Greg could feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness due to the amount of blood he was losing. His vision was blacked out one second, and lit up the next although it was very blurry. The world was spinning out of control for him even though he knew that he was on the ground, it felt like he was some place where gravity had no pull. Behind him he could hear the footsteps of whoever just saved him, but to him they sounded like a loud drum banging in his ear.

Now able to turn over Greg looked up but found himself blinded by an excruciatingly bright light. He tried to rais his arm to shield his eyes from the light, but found it impossible to move any part of his body. Turn over must've been the last action that he was able to do, and now he was crippled by the blood loss.

"Greg-" He heard a distorted voice say. "Greg hold on I'll get- GREG!"

Sixx hobbled through the woods as fast as he could when he heard that loud blood curling scream a moment ago. A scream like that could only come from a Devil, he thought. He hobbled a little further along before he was able to here it, the loud and unmistakable cracking of Flannery's whips.

"Flannery!" Sixx called out doing his best to run with his destroyed leg. "Flannery, where are you!?"

"-GREG!"