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THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Prologue
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 JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 1
Cyrus Night lay within the confinement of his solitary cell that had just one bunk and a basin that consistently dripped a drop of water every five seconds; each drop echoed. The room was cold and damp, with its light source coming from a single small window high up on the wall, from which the Arctic wind gained access to the room. This was the Iceberg Jail, and Cyrus Night was freezing. Deep within the darkness, Cyrus eyes opened. He shifted with unease as the residue of the dream he had latched onto him with intense fear. He heard a soft, feminine voice call his name in the cold wind, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body. He began to shake his head with extreme force because he didn't want to listen. He could live with anything but that voice. It was eerie, and it made his skin crawl. "I'm in a cell. I'm in a cell," he muttered to himself repeatedly as he forced down the dream. He did not hear the door to his cell open, and two large men stepped in with a large black b
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 2
Cyrus felt like he was walking in the clouds; his head hurt and he had just inhaled the most awful thing since his meal. A gas used to wake up victims that are put into a forced sleep. He groaned as he tried to register his new surroundings; the room was gone. He sat within the confines of a car. He looked around; everything in the car was black. The keys were attached to the ignition and a walkie-talkie sat on his lap. And beside him on the passenger seat were three guns: an automatic rifle, one shotgun, and a handy handgun. “ Pick up?" Anderson's voice echoed from the device. Cyrus just stared at it as he rubbed against his face, he imagined smashing it or throwing it out the window and flooring accelerator far from here but he shook his head and the idea away when he sighted an army of men with armored tanks and guns raised toward his direction from the car's side mirror. There was no turning back. "Pick up the goddamned device, I know you're awake." Through the mirror, he saw
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 3
“Hey, Hey, are you awake?” A man's voice called to Cyrus within the darkness of a small little room, it smelt of hay with the source of light entering the room from the keyhole at the door. Cyrus groaned and rolled on the cold, hard floor, his head banging and the board beneath him creaking like it would snap any moment. “Where am I?” He asked as he stood up from the ground, he rubbed at his eyes trying to get adjusted to the darkness. He saw three people with him, two were hurdled in one corner, a man and a woman both holding each other. The other guy who had woken him up was at the other end of the room and he was crawling forward toward the sound of his own voice. Cyrus noticed the other two cringing and pulled back into themselves. He was still trying to understand their reaction when he saw the face of the man that called out to him with the light from the keyhole of the locked door. It formed a keyhole shape on his face. “Stop right there!” Cyrus ordered the man, his voice
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 4
The line of sick-looking villagers with hollow gazes started in the little room and extended further and further into the night. Cyrus had come outside the building and stopped. The village that looked empty when he arrived now had about four hundred people looking in his direction. He shook his head and kept to the path they created. Each person flanking the sides on the outside held a piece of weapon. The path led him through a curve that went out of the village and toward his car. Here, they covered all four entrances of the car except the booth, which was wide open, revealing neatly packed bags of food and a cooler on the side. The provisions packed by Anderson's team stared at him; he went forward and picked up a bottle of water, pouring the content on his face and letting it mix with the sweat on his shirt as it got soaked up—the coolness was what he was after. He sat down and threw the bottle on the ground. It was loud enough to draw a reaction but the faces he saw were lifele
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 5
Selene's voice was a whisper that commanded the seasons; the rising tone of incantation manifested water from thin air. Cyrus stared at her, his eyes widening as the water condensed into a circular surface that reflected his image. He shrieked and touched his face. In the mirror, his eyes were sunken, his skeletal frame evident in dried-up flesh. He looked like he was on his deathbed, with deep gray hairs on his head. “What have you done?” He shouted, trying to stand up on legs that disobeyed his orders. “Shush,” Selene said, pushing her body against his until she was on top of him. Behind her the water expanded, it rose and floated in mid-air giving Cyrus the whole broken image of his body. He was a living skeleton. He brought his hand to her neck but there was so little strength left to do anything. She laughed and it echoed. “I'll show what true power is! The purest of them all.” Selene snapped her fingers, causing her clothes to puff and burst into fine dust. Cyrus felt
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 6
The touchdown of the plane woke Cyrus from his slumber on his seat. He rubbed his face and massaged his forehead to ease his throbbing headache. He stood up, picked up an oversized brown-coated jacket, wore a dark shade and filed out of the plane like the rest of the folks. It took about ten minutes for him to check in. He had always loved traveling light, so no luggage came with him apart from the black ATM card in his pocket, a briefcase that held the documents Anderson had given him with some items he claimed would be useful and ten thousand dollars he had withdrawn on his way to the airport. The people that were meant to pick him up were easy to spot; all dressed in their annoying black outfits, they looked around the airport with trained eyes. He donned the oversized jacket and walked a curve that'd take him past them without an encounter, keeping his eyes straight ahead to avoid drawing attention to himself. He succeeded in leaving the building and hailing a taxi. “The name's R
THE JOURNEY OF EVIL Chapter 7
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