Innocent [on hold]

Fallens

Chapter 9
Kayn POV

*Major gore warning*
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             I park my car a few metres away from the house.  I check my phone making sure I'm at the right place before sliding it under my seat.
             Honestly, I'm surprised I'm at the right place.  For years I have always suffered from strong direction problems, so much so that I almost never drive my self to places that I don't know and or can get someone can drive me to.  Tonight was different.  I wasn't sure how to feel about the change so I ignored it.
           Sneaking in the darkness I edge towards the window deftly sliding it open and forcing myself through and into the house making as little sound as I possibly could.  I land hard on the cold tiled floor but I don't make to much of a ruckus. Voices echo through the house leaving me puzzled.  I had checked, no one was supposed to be in the house. I had been watching for hours. When had these people come? I peak around the corner keeping my body low and out of sight apart from my eyes peaking around at the men.
             Surprise runs through me.  What's the Grim Reaper guy doing here?  How had he even gotten in without me noticing.

         "Nice to see your arrogance managed to take the trip down here with you." The man laughs heartily, "but it's utterly useless, stupid even. You love lost a good opportunity refusing to join us."

          "Bullshit. Why would I join forces with a group of inferior beings." The-grim-reaper-man chuckled darkly, leaning comfortably against the fridge with his back toward me. I had only recognised him because of his scythe. "You only have a quarter of your gifts while I have half.  Why should I join you?"

           "Your smart. I'll give you that but your layered words won't make me reveal anything, Kallath." The other man says, a strange glint entering his eye.

         I watch bewildered as I took in their conversation getting more confused as they continued.

           The-grim-reaper-man nods, "Now that we've come to an agreement.  How about we start the real show, yeah?"

             Fear grips me for a fraction of a second as I watch warily.  'Kallath's' scythe lights up as a small flame blooms on the top, the other man visible gets larger before my very eyes.
            Fallens. They are both fallen.
            I felt myself getting even more confused, why are they fighting.  I had seen and learnt a lot about fallen's but I had never seen them fighting.  Neither have I ever seen any who really seemed to hate each other like the ones before me.  Sure, fallen are evil but they have a sense of... Loyalty.  They are like a barbaric army.  Evil, lawless, cruel but they still protect their army and the cause which they fight for.
              If I wasn't a human and on the receiving end of their maliciousness maybe I would have admired them, but I'm selfish and I don't want to die so I'd rather hate them.

              A few seconds pass as the men started at each other before they started fighting.  The man reaches behind him and pulls out a large knife from the knife rack and he kicks the dining chair at Kallath who swiped it away with his long legs.
             I stare at him curiously, why go through so much lengths to carry around a scythe a knife would be so much more practical and useful.  Scythes are large and awkward as hell to swing.
           
              "Riccorn, do you believe you can do much harm to me with a knife?" Kallath mocks.

             "I wonder how long it'd take you to die if I chopped you up onto small pieces." said Riccorn with a sadistic smile on his face. "Or rip your still heating heart from your chest? Do you know how long I waited for an opportunity to teach one of you goodie-two-shoes a lesson.  Make you grovel and beg to live like the maggots you are."

                "I'm afraid you won't get the chance." Kallath says swinging his scythe, while rushing at Riccorn.

           Riccorn moves as well, seizing the opportunity he slashes his knife at Kallath's stomach.  But how could Kallath not see the coming. He stops allowing Riccorn's swing to miss and the momentum to sing him around before embedding the scythe into the man's skull with a sickening crunch.
          A trail of smoke floats up from the man's forehead where the tip of the scythe comes out through the man's face.
          Kallath's eyes meet mine with a slight smile on his face. 
 
          Shit.

A/N
      Hellert everyone... HAPPY *INSERT DAY*
      I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AS MUCH AS I DID MAKING IT. (I swear I'm a nice normal human being lol)
     I also hope I didn't scare anyone too badly... I did warn you all. Hurry and vote so I can give you all the extra chapter so well get to a nice solid 30 votes.
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