Alex hooked the blade under a large piece of rubble lifting it from the ground using the leverage of the curved sword to make up for his damaged arm, leaving the rubble lifted in place with the blade Alex slipped in and made his way down the dark staircase each step echoing down the long corridor.
Whispers could be heard coming from below, a sure sign that Alex was close to the end, making sure not to rush himself Alex carefully took each step trying not to make a sound, as he made it to the last step he finally was hit with light, a row of torches filled the straight corridor in a patterned fashion with two guards standing on side to one another staring down it. “I guess Jaq forgot to mention these two.” Alex muttered under his breath, with a deep breath Alex snuck his way behind the two lizard-like men, Alex flicked both his wrists, one into each of the lizard-men’s spines reaching his arms around their shoulders grabbing a hold of their long mouths stretching out his arms thusly breaking the necks of the lizard-men slowly lowering them to the ground. “Lizard men are strictly from Area nineteen, what’s more,” Alex moved one of the lizard-men’s heads, a look of hatred lifting over him “they’re from Decay.” Grabbing one of the Lizard’s swords Alex continued down the corridor making no effort to be quiet as he slowly built up his speed, his clasp over the handle of the sword gradually tightening as his frustration built, soon Alex was in a full sprint down the seemingly endless corridor, swiftly two long necked shadows morphed into two more lizard-men, upon hearing Alex the two turned around with a back swing of their swords holding their rounded shields at their centre.
Alex bent his left leg and straightened his right sending him into a slide, using his damaged right arm Alex took hold of the right Lizards shield flipping himself around the lizard pulling the shield with him ripping the lizards arm off in the process, without a show of pain the lizard on the right swung its sword at Alex while the left raised its guard, blocking the attack with the sword in his left Alex kicked his leg at the Lizard arching it forward to which he stabbed the sword downwards into its scalp, stealing its sword simultaneously seconds before throwing it into the other Lizards knee charging at it flicking both his wrists cracking its sword with his right, and breaking its neck with his left.
Alex stood breathing heavily, his shirt and neck covered in blood along with his arms, with an arched back and eyes filled with hatred he stared down the corridor his breathing gradually getting slower and slower, deeper and deeper.
Jaq arrived at Alex’s car slipping through the partially open window landing face first on the leather seat, looking up with his palm over his face Jaq looked through the gap of his fingers. “What in god’s name are you doing?” Jaq asked with a straight expression.
Claire, with a lit cigarette twice the size of her, widened her eyes dropping the cigarette on the floor of the car holding both her arms in the air with open palms looking from left to right “I just, Just wanted to try it.” A long pause before the conversation continued, before Jaq walked quietly up to Claire punching her in the face.
“Stop being a dunce.” Jaq turned his back to Claire “Alex is in trouble, again”
“He needs me to use the Magnite doesn’t he?”
“Yes, you best get going, you have forty minutes” without another word Claire raced out the car scraping her leg on the open window as she did, carrying on without a flinch. “I guess I better go get Brenda.” Jaq paused for a second before cringing as the memories of this woman played back to him “Great.”
With his outfit covered in blood and a limp to his step Alex took his last weak step, his dead eyes staring at the cultists as they stood separately, five on each tip of a pentagram and the rest scattered around the circular wall of the room, directly in front of the doorway across the room stood a small room held by metal bars above the ground, even though he could not see them, Alex knew that the prophet in question was watching him, intently, angrily, hatefully. “What brings you here, detective?”
“Oh, so you know who I am? Then you know that you need to hand yourself in.” Alex cracked his neck from left to right and smiled “Or you’re going to hospital.”
“Alex Disorn Eluvan; born in the beginning of the Mystic Age, his mother was Alexis Interida Eluvan; father, unknown, powers include slow yet efficient self regeneration, shifting, molecular vision, and the seal of Recrotis.” The occultists resited each word one after another, clearly to show they were expecting Alex’s arrival.
Alex started to make his way forward with his limping stride, his gaze shifting from left to right as he makes his way to the pentagram, upon reaching the starting line of the pentagram Alex noticed a girl laying in the centre with blood surrounding her, with no hesitation Alex ran to the girl almost falling over after his first step, his breathing skipping and his eyes filled with grief. “You dare to intervene!” a booming voice came from the small room across the room but Alex did not stop, he bent down and grabbed the girl holding her tight in his arms as he frantically moved around the room trying to find an exit, a quick way of escape, using his molecular vision he attempted to see a weakness in a part of the wall, he scanned the room with wide eyes and no words.
“Pitiful soul, lost and alone, ripe and young, a leader of his own fruition, let thy blade taste the flesh of such a man, in the name of the Prophet” Red snakes ripped out from the cultist and shot towards Alex, only using sound Alex jumped to the left completely avoiding one of the many snakes while another latched its mouth over his right leg, two others only seconds after, slamming into his back crushing him against the wall in front of him, moments before he connected with the cold brick, he dropped the girl to the ground to save her from the impact, however, before she hit the ground another snake took hold of her and slowly returned her to a dark figure behind Alex, the snakes now holding Alex by his limbs rolled him around spiling rubble over the ground along with Alex’s blood. With drooped eyes and a limped stature Alex laid his head on the wall glaring at the man.
With a black robe the man stood, his red glistening eyes glaring right back at Alex through the shadow of the hood, the red snakes floated around the man with their tongues slipping in and out, the man started to walk towards Alex with a stride, stopping mid way as the snake holding the girl presented the female to him with a bow. “In case you were wondering, this little sacrifice here,” the man picked up the girl with one hand on her breast and the other holding her waist, his face leaning closer and closer to hers, “Her name is Jennet, lovely girl, half human, half elf, her blood is that of no other, pure and” the man paused licking Jennet’s cheek with his snake like tongue, “delectable”
Barley conscious Alex tried to lift his head, his blurred vision just making out the events before him, with a squirm he managed to break free landing on his knees extending his arms to the girl, wanting, pleading to save her, his eyes slowly widening as he fights the urge to close them, his body shaking and his mouth empty of his attempted words. “What’s wrong detective, don’t tell me you’re dying.” The man’s gaze narrowed and he dropped the girl to the ground instantly arriving in front of Alex lifting him by his hair and with a monotone voice, “Pathetic.” is all he said before throwing Alex across the room into one of the metal poles cracking his head on impact.