Cyrus Night, a large man for his young age, ran across the park as fast as his legs could carry him toward a black Maserati. On his left hand was a glass box that held a strange looking mask and on the edge of the glass in gothic red was the sentence “tumba del diablo”. He's coming from a building, the only bungalow in the expanse of area around him, any passerby would think of it as a private resort owned by a very rich tycoon who just wants to be left alone but Cyrus knows that's not the case. It's a facility owned by a secret organization called the Foundation, that's funded by the government to keep track of the unexplained or supernatural, they have many like this spread around the globe but this one is a research facility that he heads, well not anymore since he's running away with his latest research not that they've anyone that'd understand it. “They think this is very funny but it isn't,” Cyrus muttered to himself. They had ordered him to destroy his latest research and bu
THE RATE AT which the flames poured out to the surrounding area, spiking the temperature from zero degrees to a range above boiling point. Each iceman close to them was on fire and melted from the heat that licked at them like they were in a furnace. “Run” Selene said. Most of the icemen obstructing their path were gone, but the spell was not strong enough to finish up all of them. Cyrus glanced at the body of Jude as they made their escape. The icemen were not chasing instead; they gathered Jude’s body. “What do they want to do?” Jude asked his teammates. Selene, who was leading, felt like dropping to the ground for a nap. Each of the team took a rest and watched. The ice men bent down and started ripping Jones apart, each one tore at his limbs and splattered his inside. Once they were done, they gathered the body while holding hands together. John’s eyes widened. A hand shot up from the ground and pulled the rest of its body out of the ground. Members of the teammates gasped. I
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
Anderson and Cyrus, running side by side with six other armed men, made their way to a modified black hilux that sat on a pound of snow.“What's with the cold? I didn't know it's that time of the year.” Cyrus asked over the bizarre weather.“It isn't,” Anderson replied. “it just started to snow in this city two weeks ago at the time of her disappearance.”“It's Tyla.”“What?”“Her name is Tyla, the mother of my child.”“Oh,” Anderson said and relaxed into his seat. Cyrus glared at him. “ Sorry about that. Let's just say we're all on edge. Okay?”They passed a signboard that displayed a welcome sign. The name of the town and location were obscured in thick ice.“Where are we?”
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
A loud hiss vibrated in his head. He raised both hands halfway but paused to keep the hand holding the rabbit foot in front of him. Dangling in the air because the thought of bringing it closer made his skin crawl with revolt. “I command thee by the light that weaves all space, say your name!” Cyrus said. The room vibrated and rocked, making a few debris fall from the ceiling.The impact rocked the bed and Cyrus is forced to take a step toward the edge of the bed where a ghost with gray-black energy coursing through its body crouches at the edge of the salt barrier.The spirit, a man dripping black blood with the markings of a missing oxygen mask, grinned. Its nose was cut out in a way that the inner bone showed with a mouth that lacked several teeth. The grin forced the taste of bile to the surface of Cyrus's tongue. It was that disgusting.Arnorld,” it said, calling its own name. The word drifted into the air and settled. It reached out at lightning speed to grab Cyrus but an invi
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.
“All these years you've researched every way and learnt many dark arts to prove to yourself that it was an accident. A natural death. But, deep down you know you're responsible for her death,” Cyrus reflection stated. Cyrus who had his hands covering his ear on the floor could still here it clearly. The voice spoke directly to his mind. “That's a lie, you don't know that,” “Oh, but I do. I'm your dark truth. And I'll tell you another truth,” it whispered. It's voice dropping as cold as the room. “Beware of the man on life support, he's the true evil. Here is real. Act like it's your last day or it just might be.” It chuckled deeply at Cyrus silence. “But you already know all this,” The light in the bathroom went off. The voice ceased.Beep. Beep. Beep.Cyrus turned and looked outside the door, a tall figure stood at the center of the room. Black liquid dripped from its face as it struggled to breath from the oxygen mask on its face. The beep sound was coming from the machine that
Anderson claps were the only sound in the room. “I'm impressed at how you've managed the situation. I thought we'd have to retrieve your body lifeless and cold. But, you've proven resourceful.” Anderson said. Cyrus for the better part of himself ignored Anderson and stalked off to the bathroom. Inside, he locked the door and opened the basin's tap. He scoped a mouthful into his mouth and rinsed. He expected to see cut marks that usually remained on his tongue after an act like this when he opened his mouth in the mirror but there was nothing. It was spotless. If he had not rinsed the blood off himself he wouldn't believe it. “Hey, come on out here! There's no window to escape in that room.” Anderson called. Cyrus frowned. He proceeded to wash his face and step out. Anderson's men gave way for his path, their gun pointed downward as they watched him with extreme caution. With a raised eyebrow he looked around and spotted a laptop on the bed stand that showed the live footage of the
Cyrus feets bounced and tapped fast on the staircase as he ran down, jumping two steps at a terrifying speed. He could slip and break his legs, maybe tumble down and snap his neck. But, he wasn't concerned about that. He needed to get out of this hotel and as far away from the room as possible. He arrived at the hobby panting, but with a cleared mind. The reason he used the stairs in the first place. It gave him time to think. Taking a left turn he walked in the direction of the hotel's kitchen area and walked past the busy cooks. The heat from the meals swarmed around him and coated him with their aromas that promised delight. It made his stomach grumble.He ignored the man trying to question his presence in the kitchen and ducked under another that was turning with a tray filled with delicacies. He slowed down once he got to a large metal door, reaching out, he unlocked it. It led to an alley behind the hotel's building, Cyrus looked over his shoulder once and ran out. The man he