Bloody nightmare: David Adams
His shift was over late in the morning, but David Adams had not yet left the Local's area by then; something or someone, more likely, had kept him close and not for very good cause. He had seen him; he had seen that strange looking man walking past the lounge’s doorway when the clock had barely stricken twelve. How couldn’t he have been able to distinguish such patterns, meticulous and, why not say-so, typical of any clever hunter willing to do anything to pay himself with the satisfaction of having exorcised a demon like those belonging to the local dancers ... “Sick bastard”, he mumbled to self as he watched the scene from a not so very short distance; stroking the walls softly as she tried not to step over the reflection of the light illuminating the streets from the tip of the many lamps growing in the darkness of the streets. He could not so pass up an opportunity like that ...an opportunity to end once and for all with one of them hunters ... this time he would not be just scaring them. Nor warning them. There would be bloodshed.
When the man got into his car, dragging a decent young lady with himself, David’s neck veins bulged immeasurably. The horror printed on that young succubus’s face seemed palpable... even from his distance. He had to continue. At least now that he was sure that he had not been seen.
His own car was the best option and it was not far, thus, as soon as he saw them leave the parking, David rushed over to his vehicle, starting the engine with a slight turn of the keys in the contact.
Apparently, the hunter knew very well where he was going. The roads and the gentle turns of his wheel indicated that this was not for any imaginable reason an usual massacre; like the few whose success he had had the disgrace to witness a few times in the depths of the woods. No. This time, it was all heading to a rather more personal place or local; away from the urban area where that hunter would probably dispose of the suitable material to make the torture last. Right at the moment and as David continued to drive; he went on imagining the slightest chance it could have been any succubus or vampire. Jackie; it could of been her... 'Son of a bitch’ he growled beneath his teeth once; accelerating within seconds while still following the path.
Upon observing him park, David waited just for fifteen minutes and left his car about twenty yards from the house, making sure to leave an air gap open in one of the windows, for whatever the case was, and started walking. It was an area full of grass burned by sunlight, and his feet were good witness of that, making a slight sound that he would have wished not to do... hopelessly, as he approached the place, hearing the screams of the young girl from depths of those four walls.
From the window, everything seemed to make more sense ... that bastard, had tied the girl with hard steel chains and was tormenting her with all kinds of instruments. Again, bastard. All he could think by then, as soon as it hit him, were the chances on him leaving the place intact with that succubus. There weren’t definitely a lot of options, but he would find any ... just by walking all around the place and finding ... an open window, too high. Looking around, David seemed to find solution and thus, getting himself on top of a dustbin, he succeeded in reaching his goal; penetrating inside the warehouse, strangely filled with oil drums.
"What the heck..." hissed him as soon as his gaze reached a hammer, dropped on the ground as though it had been accidentally. When he had seized it with both hands, he kept going forward, forward…forward…and forward; until he felt a stinging worse than the flames of hell itself; his own skin making bubbles filled with a viscous substance and aspect while his eyes widened themselves out its orbits. Groaning weakly, he then felt his legs failing to sustain him, causing his fall and facilitating his own transport to a young man towards the torture chamber where the hunter, happy for his visiting, ordered Jim to tie David next to his companion , poisonous-looking and bloody by then.
In that precise instant, he would have wished to scream but it would have been futile, he was completely lost.
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