The world had become quite scary, saint thought to himself as he walked past a burning car now reduced to nothing but a skeletal like frame very much like the two charred bodies sitting inside it. One clearly the remains of a child with the other adult one still clutching it in its arms as if trying to shield the little one from the flames. Saint knew he should be horrified by this site but blood and guts never seemed to bother him. On the contrary he always found the inner workings of the human body to be a wonderful a fascinating thing. He especially like bones. Not in a sick or creepy way he assured himself in his mind, as if having to confirm himself as normal. It was just amazing how everything is based off of our bones. They truly are the center of us he though as he took a second to look over the two bodies much the flesh was gone now revealing the inner workings of how tendons and muscles attached to the bone.
of course he knew what he was looking at was sad, tragic really and he felt for this foreign parent and child. But they were gone and there was nothing he could do why not admire what they left behind. Once again he assured himself it was normal, people stop to look at car accidents all the time. And this time was no different. Already people started to gather some were on their phones presumably calling the authorities. while others younger kids like him took pictures with their phones. Still many others just stood around staring at the flaming hunk of twisted metal. From behind him and man pushed up upon saints back and he nearly jumped out of his skin too. Right he though as he composed himself. Now was not the time it wasn’t safe. He said a short prayer for the nameless family and went on his way. Pushing his way out of the crowd of people always being sure to apologias. Things had become so complicated for him now. He had to always be on the look out for those people. The ones who captured him and his friends. He didn’t really know who they we’re. Maybe their terrorists. He though thinking back on how they had captured him and the others a bunch of civilians. Which never made sense to him. Did they want a ransom. All kind of thoughts filled his head but he soon pushed them aside. Theirs no sense in trying to figure out the motives of crazy people he assured himself. He and his friends where free now and all that was important was getting out of here. He turned off the main street he was on and into a twisting maze like structure of back alleys that make up the other half of the city. The less lively half, the unseen half.
He wondered where they had gone, he’d gotten separated from them during one of his famous black outs. Which seamed to be happening more frequently lately. He made a mental note to go see a doctor for a check up once they were out of this city. It wasn’t normal to black out for long lengths of time like this. Maybe he got hit on the head or something. What ever it was he hopped it wasn’t to serious. Not so much that they needed to operate. He was fine with blood but hated pain, and the thought of someone cutting him open even a doctor scared him to the depths of his soul.
Saint was so engrossed in thought he didn’t even see the man in front of him until he bumped right int him. Falling back onto his a** like some anime character was really embracing and saint seamed to do it more often then he liked. Owowowowowoww” he said rubbing his forehead where it had hit against something hard on the mans chest. Then he remembered his manors and was in the middle of an apology when he saw the man for the first time. A large man standing what looked from the ground eight feet tall with the building muscular form of hulk hogan on steroids, or at least more steroids, the man was truly an imposing figure but it was military like uniform he wore that made saints heart sink. For he recognized it from those long days he spent locked up in that blinding bright cell. Where every inch was illuminated by powerful lights. He never did understand why they made it so bright, was it so they could always see what he was doing, no he shock his head now wasn’t the time for that.
Saint did his best to crawl back while keeping his eyes locked on the imposing military figure. The man drew the largest hand gun saint had ever seen from a holster on his belt and pointed strait at saints head. In truth it was nothing more then a normally colt 45 but to saint it was the biggest hand cannon ever made. The man gestured with the barrel of his gun at saints chest, making sure to never move his finger from the trigger. Saint knew what he was gesturing to. It was the five black numbers printed over his heart on the once white jumpsuit they had given him when they locked him up. 149672. While all the others had ditched their prison uniforms for stolen civilian wear to better hide themselves saint couldn’t bring him self to steal it was just wrong. Still he had gotten cold and when he found some money laying crumpled in the gutter he could resist anymore. He took a black and grey sweat shirt from an empty store at night and left the money at the register.
The soldier, terrorist, or who ever he really was saint was no longer curious, bulled back the hammer of his gun with loud click that saint could somehow feel in the back of his teeth. “Please please no, don’t hurt me please...I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to steal the sweat shirt I left the money on the counter. Please let me go I’m sorry I’ll never do it again please god don’t hurt me, mommy please mommy help me I’m sorry”! Saint’s speech was hurried and barely audible over his tears and as the man looked down at the sniveling child before him he could hardly believe this was one of the escaped nameless as he called them . This scared shitless kid who looked like he was about to pee his pants. No way this kid could be one of the monsters who kill like it’s a game. And besides every nameless he ever encountered, even the week one,s had a pressure about them. It was hard to describe it was like looking at a predator in a zoo. You just knew what they were and that they could kill you in an instant. It was instinctual. But he felt nothing from this kid.
Still the kid had the uniform and now that he thought back he remembered seeing the kids picture in a briefing about the escaped nameless. He was sure now. How ever this kid looked he was dangerous, a killer. And he couldn’t be left to roam free. Squeezing slowly down on the trigger he felt the weight of pull strength. He left it kinda hard so he could always remember the weight of the lives he took. Saint was still begging for his life when the shot rung out. Even with the suppressor equipped the shot was loud but wouldn’t travel as far. And for a moment despite all the insanity of everyday live going on around them everything was silent. Saint looked from the smoking barrel of the gun and turning over to see the bullet whole in the ground not an inch from his head. Then he heard a loud ping like the snapping of some great wire.
The man tightened his grip on the gun. It was random falling of a piece brick of a nearby abandoned and dilapidated building that caught his attention at the last second and ruined his shot. Now he was ready and he wouldn’t miss again. “Sorry kid” he said in a gruff detached tone as he pulled back the trigger it was at that moment he saw a flash of something dark but he quickly disregarded it so he would miss again and kept his eyes on saint. The trigger clicked but that was it. The man pulled back to examine the gun and that’s when he saw it. The entire front half of his gun was missing. Everything from the end of the barrel to the trigger gone, sheared of as if by a saw but the cut was uneven and crescent shaped like it had been bitten off by someone.
A laugh cut through him like a knife, a wicked laugh sweet and terrible like mad mans lullaby. Looking over saint who had till then by groveling on the ground was sitting up, slightly leaning back with a wide smirk like grin, completely satisfied with himself. Realizing what was going on the man quickly dropped the ruined gun and reached for his other sidearm. “To late”! Saint hissed the way a snake would if it could speak with the mouse it had caught in its grasp. The mans hand fell to his sidearm but he couldn’t fell it in fact he couldn’t feel anything in his arm above the elbow. Looking down his arm had been reduced to nothing but bright shinny bone, almost polished as it hung dead at his side. The man went to scream but was cut off as darkness covered him from head to tow. And when it finally faded there was nothing but a pile of polished glistening white bones where the man once stood.
Saint got up slowly taking his time dusting himself off. What a crybaby, he though about his other self. “One man pulls a gun on you and you wallow on the ground like a prized pig ready for slaughter”! He said out loud with disgust this time as if hopping his other self would somehow hear him. But he knew he wouldn’t. Strolling passed the heap of calcium that was once a man saint spotted a fight happening in the distance. It wasn’t something a normal human or even his other half could detect, but for him it was as clear as day. Other supernatural’s were going at it at least two of them. It was too hard to tell who or even what they were from her but it seamed to interesting to pass up. So he started heading towards them. Along the way he passed a few rats and other vermin of the city including a homeless man jsut trying to keep out of the cold. and in his wake he left bright and shinny white bones. Beacons of light in this dark world. Until finally he came upon the two figures. He stayed in the shadows and just watched them for now. For in the dark almost none can sense his prescience, and it was in his nature to stalk his prey. Biding his time till the moment to strike was right.
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