At the north end of the Nirvana Delight's a black line stretched and weaved itself into the fabric of its building. It looked like extending veins. The faint sound of screams and the large scurry of footsteps came from outside the door. Cyrus who sat motionless in a meditative pose at the center of his bed to block all sound opened his eyes, he looked around his empty room till his eyes settled on the door.Cyrus reached into the black box and took out a golden crucifix which he wore on his neck. It heated against his skin. But not high enough to burn.The door to Cyrus's room opened and he walked out. The elevator lights to his left were blinking which meant it was currently in use. The hall was deserted but he could hear the screams and an unending mumble of various people trying to talk over the noise; Cyrus knelt and placed his ears on the floor. The sound was coming from below. He heard and felt hate, fear and panic through the floor but beneath all that there was another sound.

Arnorld resisted with all his strength but his bones cracked and broke as Cyrus twisted his arm.  Cyrus' legs dropped to the floor, the bones cracking but he did not feel the pain. He stood upright. Each step taken was bloody. His black eyes stared at Arnold's widened gaze.  Arnold tried pulling his arm from Cyrus's grip but it did not move an inch. “You're possessed,” Arnold said. “How's that possible? What're you?” Cyrus ignored the question and kept staring.  Arnold spinned the room and tilted the space but neither of them fell. Even upside down they stood unaffected. “You pest,” Arnold called and squeezed Cyrus' neck with his greatest strength. It did not bulge. Cyrus raised his good hand and broke off each finger on his neck; one by one. Arnold shrieked in fear.  Cyrus laughed at Arnold's pain. The

BANG, BANG, BANG Colbert fired backward without looking. They were all highly trained, so at their mad rush, they coordinated effectively. The force from the shot knocked four freed ice men to the ground, but they stood up, unharmed. Winced in a loud pitch that sounded like a horn and started dashing toward them. The sound of cracking ice tripled. “Three up ahead, behind the snow, on our right,” Hatie said. She was the medium in their team so her senses are higher than most. Cyrus didn't doubt her statement. “Shit,” Cyrus said. “Selene, do something about them. Bennie, back her up and Jude beeline for a car once we're clear. Ruth and Hatie follow him.” They all nodded and separated in a way that permitted them the ability to carry out the order. “Our guns are inefficient. I've tried all the bullet types we've in store. Sliver is useless. Iron only slows them down by a fraction.”Colbert stated while strapping in more iron bullets.“Everyone switch to iron!” Cyrus said. They a