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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
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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
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Chapter 15
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
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Chapter 14
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
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Chapter 13 Frozen zombies.
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?”
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Chapter 12
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
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Chapter 11
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
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Chapter 10
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.
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Chapter 9
“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
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Chapter 8
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
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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
