Chapter 913

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Talia

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I was fighting to get to my friends and classmates. I was struggling to stop these men that were trying to hurt them. And not just hurt them, they were going to kill them. They were going to murder these five girls and use them as a message for what? For me? For my parents? For our entire community of people? What was it that they wanted from us?

“LESLIE! ADA!” I screamed for them with tears streaming down my face. “SENNA! MELISSA! JACKIE!” I was frozen in place now, unable to get closer to them as I watched the five men lay them out in the very center of the park.

They laid the girls on the ground, making a star out of them. They even stretched their arms out so that they touched, making it appear as if they were doing some sort of synchronized swimming routine or something. It was awful watching this happen to them.

“Let us begin, gentlemen.” That asshole that seemed to be their ringleader said after putting Leslie into position. “You know something, sweetheart.” He leaned in and whispered to her. “Be glad that the others are here. If not, I would be having some extra fun with you. You’re cute.” He sounded aroused, like hurting women was what got him off. “Oh well, maybe I can take the next one that I kill.” He ran a finger down one side of Leslie’s face and across her lips before he leaned all the way down and pressed his lips to her. “Mmm, that was tasty. It really is a shame that I can’t have you. That was supposed to be some of the fun for me. Targeting females of your kind and defiling them before I send you straight to hell. That was supposed to be some of the most exciting parts about this whole mission. Oh well, I guess I can make do with just the hell part.” There was a longing sort of wistfulness in his voice as he pulled back from Leslie’s face. “Alright, for real this time, boys. It’s time for us to get to work.” He looked at the four men that were around him and grinned in a way that told me that he was excited to continue but was not fully satisfied with the evening.

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That asshole stood then, pulling something out of the backpack that he had with him. He pulled on his strange cloak that he had been wearing last time and pulled out a knife. Last time, I didn’t get a good look at his knife, but I could see it this time. It was white, pure white. I don’t know if it was made of some sort of bone or ivory or something like that, but it was not normal. And it looked like it was very, very sharp. What else was that for just a brief moment I saw the markings that were on the handle. They were runes. Not the same ones that these people carved into the bodies that they left behind, but similar in a way. They had to be helping them with the efficiency of the kills that they were making.

As I watched the five dangerous men use the identical knives that they had to start carving those runes into the foreheads and chests of the girls. When they were carving the runes onto the chests, they had ripped open their clothes so that they would have access to the skin below. That asshole, the one from Andrea’s murder, made a disgusting sound as he caressed Leslie’s chest. He was a sick son of a bitch that needed to be stopped. They all were, but he was the worst of them.

While Leslie, Ada, Melissa, Senna and Jackie were all laying there, frozen in their trance and locked into their bodies with the runes, those men slit their throats. It was too horrible for me to watch, but I couldn’t look away. They were people that I knew, my friends and my classmates, and I was watching them be murdered right in front of me.

I was sobbing as I stood there, watching the men start the blood collecting phase of their whole process. They were getting the blood so that they could leave another message for my mom and I to find. And all the while I couldn’t look away like I wanted to.

Finally, I watched the men set aside the blood, which I noticed was in several bowls that were made of the same material as the knife, and all of those bowls were covered in various runes. The runes on the bowls were glowing, and there was a faint shimmering essence to the blood that was in them. That was different, and definitely something that I needed to tell my parents about. And when I looked closer this time, I saw that the knives were glowing as well. The blood that was touching the runes was activating some sort of power in the knives.

With their knives, I watched the men leave the girl to continue bleeding on the ground as they took their bowls of glowing blood to the sidewalks. The ringleader among them took the bowl of blood that he had collected and started to write a message on the cement. He was using the knife in his hand as if it were a pen, the blade seemingly not harming him at all as he held it in his fingers.

‘THE FIGHT IS HERE. YOUR DOORSTEP IS COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR OWN KIND. REMOVE YOURSELVES FROM THIS WORLD BY YOUR OWN HANDS, OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE MORE OF YOUR CHILDREN FOR OUR MISSION. MONSTERS LIKE YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED IN THIS WORLD. WE WILL PURGE YOU ALL, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WILL PERISH FROM THIS LAND. EVERY NIGHTWALKER, SHAPESHIFTING, MAGIC CASTING BEAST THAT HAS OVERRUN OUR WORLD WILL BE EXTERMINATED. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING OR NEXT TIME, THE TARGET MIGHT BE A LITTLE CLOSER TO HOME FOR YOUR LIKING.’

After writing his message, using just two of the different bowls of blood that they had, I watched as the asshole took the rest of the blood and poured it over the message. This was odd, he was covering up his message. How did he expect for it to be read if he covered it up like that? Well, I guess my mom and I wouldn’t have a problem. And neither would Dad, since I had given him the ability to see the messages in California. This blood smeared on top of the words wouldn’t stop us, just someone without the sight. Someone that was looking at it without the ability to use magical eyes.

As much as this information was going to help me, it didn’t stop me from being disgusted and horrified. Nor did it allow me to stop these men from cutting a hole into the chests of these girls and ripping their hearts out with their bare hands.

I thought that this might be the end of it. I thought that the dream would end there, but it didn’t. First, I saw the five men store the hearts in what looked like a cooler. They were taking the hearts with them. Why did they want the hearts? What good would they do for them? Were they trophies? Were they going to mount them on some sort of trophy plaque in the living room in their house of horrors? I didn’t know, and at the moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted this to be over so that I could tell people what was happening and save these girls.

Next though, something happened that scared the hell out of me. I hadn’t been this scared in my entire life. And I knew that this wasn’t just part of my imagination. I knew that this was real. That asshole turned toward me and grinned. It was like he could really see me. Or at least he could sense me.

“I see you are back, little visitor. Did you enjoy the show? I can’t see your face, but I know that you are there. Go ahead and tell people what is happening. They can’t stop us. And the next time that I take someone, life and body, it will be yours. Of that I promise you. And I bet that someone like you, so powerful, powerful enough to visit me during both of my kills, I am betting that your body will be so tender and juicy. I will enjoy taking it.” At that, he started to walk closer to me. I could tell that he was going to reach out toward me. He was going to try and touch me. And I didn’t know if he was going to be able to. Was I really here for him, or was this all metaphysical? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to find out.

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” I was screaming as I tried to force my body to move. The closer and closer that this man got to me, the more frightened I became. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” I was trying to push that man away as he grabbed onto me. I felt his fingers digging into my wrists as he tried to subdue me. He was able to touch me, even in this vision that I was having. He was able to hurt me and attempt to pull me like I was really there. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” I screamed as I fought him frantically.

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