Demon Hunter

Chapter 13 - Inhumane

Humans.

The scariest type of monsters that exist in this world. My father (or more like, ex-father) is an example of one. He may not look scary and I could easily beat him in a thumb wrestling contest, but it is his thoughts and actions that make him scary. He thought of selling me and he performed the action of calling losers to buy me and make me their slave. Absolutely revolting.

And now I'm at the same hospital where he is. It makes me sick.

Once Gruff parked the car, he turned around to face me.

"Hopefully they knock me out as they operate on me," he frowned. "Don't want to feel the pain. Although, I have heard of stories where people felt it...they felt as if they were helpless bugs getting dissected..." he trailed off, gossiping away like the drama queen he is.

I couldn't even focus on the flippin' ring swallowing fool drone on and on about useless stuff. Just thinking of seeing my father's face enraged me. It felt as if steam was coming out of my ears. If I saw him, I'd tackle him...sure, the hospital would kick me out but just the satisfaction of landing blows on him would appease me. Hmm, perhaps it's...not brutal enough? The dweeb deserves an ass kicking he'll remember into his senior years. He deserves an ass kicking that anyone at the hospital who witnessed, will remember for generations to come. He---

Gruff glanced at me, worriedly, interrupting my thoughts and speaking like a rapper. "Dang child, you look tense."

"Don't call me child," I snapped at him, annoyed. From babe to honeybee to child. Oh god, this sucky old man has no filter. "I'm a highly freaking educated adult who's a million times more smarter than you'll ever be." Seriously, who does this grandpa think he is, calling me sexy or childish nicknames? His gray matter, the same color as his hair, will never be able to pump out intelligent thoughts like mine. He's incapable of it. He truly is. I say this a lot because it's true, his stupidity is one of his personality traits. That's just sad...alright, I need to tone done my rudeness and cut him some slack but it's just so much fun being savage at times.

He flinched at my tone. "Chill out, homie. You should make a catch phrase about dissing my brain power by the way. UGH. You always gotta bring me down for no reason, girl, stop acting like a dick, OK," he added.

I sighed. "Let's just get outta the car and into the building where they'll cut you open..." I trailed off as Gruff's face turned a bit green. After he took a few long breaths, his face returned to normal color.

We both exited the vehicle, me wishing to give dad an intimidating lecture, and Gruff wishing for a barf bag.

"Look, Gruff, you can tell me how it goes..." I paused, biting my lip. "I've...I've got to deal with something---I mean someone else in the meantime."

"A boyfriend whose d*ck you crushed and now he's hospitalized?" Gruff joked.

"No, you ancient perv," I snapped, "it's something else. Look, I'd rather not tell you."

"That's fine, no need to get salty," Gruff shrugged. "I'll see you later, I guess?"

"Yep," I nodded. "I'm actually going to go home tonight with someone else." 

That someone being Elliot. Once I call him. Luckily, the weather's fine now although it has gotten pretty dark. There's just no damn way I'm living at my house anymore considering the jerks who wanted to buy me know where I reside. Well, now dad can pay for the house and everything else. In fact, if he ends up going home, they can kidnap him for all I care.

"Hey, may I get your number?" he asked, quickly. "You know, to call you about how the operation goes?"

"Good idea, I need to know if the ring is safe or not," I quickly exchanged numbers with him. 

"And what about my safety?"

"Oh yeah, I hope you're alright, too," I told him, hurriedly.

"Do you swear you mean that? 'Cause you're so careless and cold hearted, Rave," he said.

"Of course, I swear," I lied.

"Lady, how come your hands are behind your back? Are you crossing your fingers? Un-believable!"

"Of course I'm not, I don't believe in all that stuff."

"Then why'd you say 'I swear'?" He questioned.

Dang, he's got me there. Clearly, this powerless monkey exhibits some form of intelligence...

"Look, let's just drop it. Good luck on your operation and try not to die." 

"I escaped death before, I can do it again," he told me, confidently, lifting his sleeve up and flexing his mu-arms. I almost said muscles, ha! But he has no muscles. He kissed his own arm like one of those fake irritating air headed macho dudes in a magazine who say they're ready to save the world but in reality run away from danger like a little bunny.

After kissing his arm like the hotshot he is, he walked off, leaving me alone, by the car to recite to myself multiple times on what I was going to say to the bozo lying in agony on a hospital bed. It had to be firm, severe and not too violent like I originally wanted it to be or else the hospital would throw me out. Or mistake me for a patient and send me to an isolation chamber...nah, they wouldn't. They'd probably just yell at me to re-do grade one. I'm over thinking things like usual. If I'm not super intense with him though, the idiotic mule won't learn.

I marched all the way up to the hospital, ready to see my ex-father. Ready to see the clown who created half of me.

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I made it into the room where he was staying. The money greedy, creepy, dirtface loser lay behind these curtains. I lifted one of the curtains gently, pulling it all the way back. 

When I did, my expression immediately went from anger to horror. The bed was empty! And the window had clearly been smashed open. There were signs of forced entry and some blood was visible on the sheets. Shit, he may be a sicko, but he's my sicko! My sick father, both literally and figuratively. There's a small part of me that does care a little about him. Also, what's wrong with this hospital?! Did they not hear his screams?! Did they want him gone? Are they in on it? Is he to blame as well?

"Dad, what could have happened to you?" I whispered to myself. As I said these words, I saw a piece of paper near the edge of the bed. Picking it up, I read it, my hands shaking.

Hey, my little birdie,

Egg Beater and I took your precious father.

He may have sold you but he created you.

If you want him back, come to us.

At your house.

Or we murder him.

And I'm sure you don't want blood on your hands.

After all, we'll frame you and ruin your reputation, eventually killing you off.

No one will ever hear from you again.

So, you can come willingly.

Or your father dies, we ruin your life and we make you ours.

You decide, but remember, the clock is ticking.

Sincerely, the jolly bastard Berry.

P.S this paper is set to self-destruct in 5 seconds.

WTF.