Mystic Legacy (BOOK 1)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 31

Hell was not what I expected to look like. It's not a place with lava and fire. Right now, we're walking through a cemetery with bodies crucified on wood. The sky was a dark bluish gray color and there's not enough light coming through.

Don't look at the bodies.

Don't do anything.

Just follow Sam.

We're all also have to be extremely quiet because apparently, these "dead" bodies are practically alive and one small noise can trigger to wake them.

To be completely honest, I'm actually getting a little bit scared that I didn't realize I was squeezing Sam's arm tight.

She turned her head to look down at me and I let go a bit and mouthed "Sorry" to her.

Someone behind us stopped walking and we turned around to see Tim covering his nose.

Sam gave him a "What's the problem?" look and Tim lightly whispers, "I need to sneeze."

"Oh for fuck sake." Manny cussed under his breath quietly.

"Well let's keep moving faster." Sam ordered. Manny dragged Tim by the arm and we all continued at a faster pace.

Tim started to gasp for air and Sam turned and shot a look at him.

Manny covered his nose and waited for a few seconds before letting go.

"You good now?" He whispered to him.

"Yeah I think so." We all continued walking our way out of the cemetery.

Not even a minute has past and from behind me, I heard the nastiest, loudest sneeze I've ever heard.

We are fucked.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw a body move towards us. I yanked Sam's arm and she took me away and we all started running away from dead angry souls chasing after us.

"Let's go!" Sam yelled from behind her as she drags me with her. She let my hand go and yelled at everyone to stay behind. I turned around to look at what she's about to do.

She raised both her hands in the air as if she's about to chant something once again.'

"Ariel come on we don't have all day." Stella snapped me out back to reality and I started running away after the group.

Jess' POV

I started waking up from my uncomfortable slumber. I was slump against the wall and my back began to hurt.

"Oh fuck." I cried as I cracked my back and it let out a loud crack that echoed throughout the cell.

"You slept well didn't you?" Dominick asked.

"Very well." I answered sarcastically. I looked down and my hands are still cuffed up. I sat back down on my ass and laid my back against the wall.

I don't care if it hurts anymore, I got a broken rib and nose for gods sake.

"How about you? How did you sleep?" I asked him.

"Worrying, almost everyday of my life. I miss them." He answered.

I got up and moved closer to him for comfort. He can barely see a little bit of me since there is a bit of light coming through the bottom of the door that almost lit up the windowless room.

"Trust me when I say this, you will see them. Always have hope. It's never too late for that." He nodded and thank me.

"I'm trying real hard." He says.