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It was quiet.
Too quiet.
...
And that would have been the most Cliched thought that I had today if it wasn't so true...
After all the Demons that I had killed and all the death I had seen, I had been surprised to find out that all...
this had a singular cause. That surprise had been replaced by anger as I learned that it wasn't some Diety who decided that a Demon killing spree would be amusing. No, it was done by stupid people for stupid reasons who are probably going to stupid Hell after I got my hands on them. When I had killed that man, I hadn't even cared. Logically, I knew that I should have but I couldn't bring myself to care for someone who had wanted a T-Shirt that said, "I'm the reason that millions of people were killed by demons". If these people really wanted Hell on Earth, then I was just going to show them that nothing beats the original. Thankfully, I was going to find them and the solution to this demon epidemic in the same place. The School Gym.
Unfortunately, the gym was on the other side of the school from where Taylor's locker was so I had quite the walk to get there. As I navigated the deserted hallways, I took the time to think about how my life had changed within the last few hours.
...
Nope. I had no revelations despite the fact that I am now an Action movie character apparently. It didn't particularly bother me actually. I've had so many weird things happening to me and I've skipped so many attempts to think through it all that a sudden "Great Revelation" now would be more annoying than relieving at this point. I did notice that my internal thoughts were becoming more sarcastic as time went on but I couldn't really blame myself for that. Fighting a horde of sadistic demons and
winning changes your perspective on things. Despite the lack of revelations, the silence was pretty calming.
And that was precisely why I didn't like it.
Before I had binged on a demonic energy ball, I had fought a random demon every few meters or so. I was lucky that shotguns were so popular amongst the gangs in Winslow because otherwise, I would have run out of ammunition for
Retribution long ago. Now I hadn't seen a demon for at least three minutes. I was tempted to believe that the number of demons had been depleted from the battle outside of the school. However, If my life was an Action game or movie now, then it was obvious that all the demons had gathered in one place to ambush me. It was also extremely likely that they would ambush me in the one place that I would need to go to stop all this. That is why I felt more and more tense as I recognized the signs that told me that I was approaching the gym. I had only managed to take on the huge horde of demons earlier when I had been using that weird energy ball and I was understandably nervous about possibly facing a group that large without demon stuff. I pressed on despite my mounting nerves though, no one else was in a position to actually stop whatever was going on in the gym and even if they were, I probably would have probably done it myself anyway.
If the PRT couldn't survive against a horde with all that training and guns, then what hope did they have of closing a plot device like a portal to hell?
In the end, I decided to just enjoy the walk. There was little I could do about demons that may or may not ambush me except kill them if they did ambush me. I was still tense but I tried to take comfort in that being tense meant that I'd probably survive the ambush.
Before I knew it, I was in sight of the door leading to the gym. It was on the far end of the hallway that I was in and it seemed to be guarded by one of the large grey demons.
It stood over its vigil, seemingly engrossed in standing in place with an air of professionalism that the smaller demons lacked. It was almost as though it was a knight or something.
Heh, a Hellknight. I liked that...
Of course the HellKnight's infernal professionalism was a bit overshadowed by the horde of shambling and Gun zombies that had congregated just outside the door, trying to budge the large demon away from the door to get inside. The Grey one remained resolute, however, occasionally shoving the tide of zombies back and backhanding the Gun Zombies that got too testy with it.
There were a few Imps too as I saw the Knight reach into crowd, pull out an Imp by its neck and throw it deeper into the crowd.
I found myself stepping to the side to dodge the expert throw as the Imp flew past and impacted the wall behind me, dazing it as it slipped down and gave a vacant stare to the floor. It seemed that the demons were too busy to notice me with... Whatever they were doing.
I shrugged. Oh well, I might as well get started...
The Imp had started to shake off its daze as I stood next to it. It noticed me and raised its head to stare as I raised
Retribution. Its roaring shriek was drowned out by the commotion of the crowd. The following shotgun blast was not.
Silence fell over the whole crowd as they turned their attention towards me and the now headless corpse of the Imp. Nothing happened for a second as we stared at each other, unreadable expressions on their grisly faces and what felt like a frown on mine, shotgun still pointing at the Imp's body.
Then, I slowly moved the shotgun so that it was aimed at the crowd, still in what I presumed to be shock at my sudden appearance.
For a moment, the hallway was still.
That stillness was broken when my shotgun fired.
As the zombies in front of me collapsed in spurts of old blood, The shambling and withered zombies started moving towards me while I noticed that the rest were a lot less sure. While a lot of Gun zombies were trying to force their slow bretheren out of the way to get a clear shot, I could spot a few running away on the other side of the crowd. It didn't matter,
I'd find them later.
I fired into the crowd again, felling more of the shamblers and destroying an arm of one of the Gun Zombies. Reloading
Retribution, I took a mental note of how much ammunition I had.
I felt a grin form on my face.
I had enough.
It was when I had fired again, killing an Imp and the surrounding zombies next to it, that the HellKnight decided to make its presence known. It charged me, roaring impressively and ignoring the demons in front of it. It carved a path through the crowd, trampling and backhanding the demons that got in its way, killing them almost instantly. As it got past the last of its demonic obstacles, it reared its fist back for a punch that would clearly take my head off. I dodged it at the last second, ducking below the flame-infused swing and then I leaped towards the Knight. It instantly saw what I had done and tried to grab me, trying to take advantage of my proximity to it to get me in a probably lethal embrace. It would make sense for me to keep my distance from it, considering it wanted to fight close up all the time. That was true, I would try to dodge around it at a middle distance with a good gun if I had a good amount of space and a good gun.
I didn't have a good amount of space, I was in a corridor that was full of demons and their corpses, there was no space to reliably play keep away from an angry demon. So I did the complete opposite because I did remember something from by berzerker rage...
Hellknights didn't do well with "uncomfortably close"...
It only helped that I had a good shotgun as well.
I fired my shotgun into its chest, barrels literally touching the demon's skin. The demon roared in pain as the buckshot ripped through its chest, hopefully pulping its insides. I took my chance as it recoiled in pain, Lifting the shotgun to the demon's neck and pulling the trigger. The demon staggered from the force of the blast, head falling to the ground unceremoniously. The body remained standing for a second before it let out one last shudder and collapsed.
With that distraction out of the way, my focus returned to the zombies who were beginning to fill the spaces that the deceased HellKnight had carved through the crowd of undead and demons. I felt a smile grow on my face. There was still work to be done before I could end all this.
But at least it won't be boring...
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Jessica listened to the noise of gunshots outside the gym with bated breath. It was the first thing that she had heard in hours besides chanting and pained screams.
The Gym had become almost unrecognisable. The Wooden planks that had made up the floor had become even more deformed and somewhat scorched, making the gym look similar to a jagged, hellscape rather than any artificial building. More ominous and rocklike pillars of wood had also erupted from the floor, framing the changed portal.
The portal had been completely changed. What was once a misshapen hole in the ground with a glowing light on the bottom had fossilized into a stone structure that looked part Altar and part Well. The Portal was now surrounded by a ring of stone with a bridge leading to the center of the hole, overlooking the hole in reality below. Around it were five pillars of stone, carved with writing that Jessica could barely understand.
Extradimensional runes have shifted three centimeters to the right over the last ten minutes. 78% probability that the runes are simply more than a means of communication
...
Right. And there is this guy.
The voice in her head had been talking to her non-stop about all the little things about the runes and whatever she had been looking towards at the time. In the beginning, she had a small panic attack whenever she heard her own voice speaking back to her.
After hours of being unable to scream out loud at the voices in her head or even try to flee thanks to her still being tied and gagged by the cultists, desensitisation finally made her completely used to her own voice talking to her, barely reacting anymore.
The Number of Captives has grown extremely small. There is a high probability that the ritual is almost finished.
Her power was completely correct. The number of captives like her had been steadily culled one by one as they were fatally stabbed and thrown into the Portal pit.
Out of a humdred people, only three were left besides her. She felt sorry for them, she had been moved away as some sort of prize for the demon's "Lord" and wouldn't be sacraficed to fuel whatever ritual they were doing. She had no idea what would happen to her but she knew it wouldn't be good and a small part of her felt jealousy to the dead.
Their deaths had been a lot shorter than she knew hers was probably going to be a lot longer...
Silence suddenly spread as the Gunshots ceased. Jessica's heart dropped. Maybe it was too much to hope for a rescue...
The silence was deafening. Some of the monsters, clad in the remains of their black uniforms, looked towards the door. Were they... Worried? They still disturbed her. One moment they had been what looked like a squad of soldiers and the next they were monsters with guns in their arms. The thought of being mutated into these monsters with a wave of the demon's hand made Jessica sweat.
Jessica strained her hearing, trying to listen to whatever sounds could leak through the door into the gym. From her position so far from the door, she couldn't hear anything but she couldn't exactly move closer to the door so she just strained her ears.
What is happening out there?
60% likelihood that possible rescue has been overwhelmed by the creatures.
She ignored her own voice and just listened harder, hoping that the rescuer was in that forty percent.
Because without hope, she would have broken down long ago.
She didn't expect her answer to come in the form of a gunshot. She felt relieved as the gunshots continued. The person outside was still alive. There was still hope for them.
What do you have to say to that, huh?
Her power ignored the mental question but she liked to think that it would have had a puzzled expression if it had a face.
Stupid power...
With that last mental remark, she looked around for the demon, wondering how it was reacting.
It was standing on the bridge, looking down at the portal as a long haired, female cultist in a skirt and t-shirt walked up to it. It was a weird feeling for Jessica to see that someone who kidnapped and murdered dozens of people wouldn't have looked out of place walking around in a shopping center.
"My Lord, He is right outside."
The demon didn't even turn to acknowledge her.
"
I know, you idiot. Do you believe me deaf?" The demon didn't wait for the Cultist to answer as it continued. "
It does not matter anyway. The Parasite's barrier is weakened enough that two more sacrifices should be enough to finally open the portal fully and even if we don't, the Tunneler is powerful enough to finish what we started. There is no way some pathetic human can stop this."
The cultist didn't look very convinced, though.
"But Master, there isn't enough time to consign two souls to hell through ritual sacrifice. The warrior will be here any moment."
The demon finally turned and looked, its skeletal features showing disgust and pride even with its lack of muscles. It looked like it was going to say something until it stopped and it's head tilted in what Jessica thought looked like... Interest?
"
Tell me, Insect. You took the vows of supplication that I guess your cult requires of you?"
The cultist's face showed uncertainty as she answered.
"Yes, Master... May I ask why?"
"
No."
With one fluid motion, the demon grabbed the cultist by the throat and threw her into the Portal Pit.
Her bone-chilling scream echoed through the room until it was replaced by the sound of mulching flesh.
"
There. We need only one sacrifice now. Continue."
Broken from their shock, the Cultists began chanting again, approaching one of the captives on the ground as the demon turned back around, staring at the portal again. This time it was a boy barely older than her in a ratty hoodie with jeans.
She couldn't help but struggle again. Her power was silent but she had heard enough from the demon to figure out what was going to happen. Whatever was going to happen with the ritual was going to happen soon and she couldn't just sit and do nothing, even if in the end she wouldn't be able to do anything. She needed to
try. She tried moving her legs or arms apart but, like the numerous other times she had tried, the duct tape around them remained unmoved.
Based on previous attempts, the restraints cannot be self-removed. It is recommended to save energy to prepare for the armed interruption of the ritual.
She stopped struggling.
What interr-
One last gunshot rang out as the doors burst open. The cultists scrambled to hide from the doors behind the pillars and wooden outcroppings in the room. The pair of former humans ran
A smaller demon stumbled into the gym, headless until it collapsed on the floor after a few steps.
The creature's decapitation was caused by a close range shotgun blast from two barrels simultaneously. The armed interruption has arrived.
Jessica turned to stare at the door and she felt relief. She might even be rescued this time.
What walked into the gym made her tilt her head in confusion. She had expected the PRT, the military or even one of the Heroes that lived in Brockton Bay. Instead, she saw a half-naked teenager holding a double-barrelled shotgun and seemingly covered in blood. He didn't look like any version of a hero that Jessica had ever seen. He wasn't really tall or heavily muscled like Manpower from New Wave was. He wasn't covered in armor like Gallant or Armsmaster. He didn't even cover his face, which peaked out from under messy blond hair that told her that he was actually younger than him. She almost didn't believe that he had been the one to kill the smaller demon that was now bleeding on the Gym floor. The only things that destroyed her first impression was the caked blood on the boy's hands, the smoking shotgun, and the used chain saw strapped to his back.
The Majority of blood is not of the subject. However, the portion is large enough to cause exhaustion and possible catatonia in baseline teenage males. Implied severe wounds are not found on the subject's body from visual inspection. Heavy possibility of non-standard biology.
Her mental observation ceased as the boy opened his shotgun with a loud click and replaced the spent cartridges.
Actions are slightly stilted and inefficient even though the action is completed quickly. The subject has received basic education in the weapon's use but is inexperienced.
The boy then stretched his neck from side to side all the while, the demon remained facing away from him.
"Sorry for being late." The boy said in a light tone as though he wasn't surrounded by a hellish ritual and monsters. "There was quite a line outside waiting to get in and they didn't really appreciate me cutting the line."
Jessica couldn't believe what she heard. He walked into a place where dozens of people had been murdered and then makes jokes... Is he even taking this seriously?
The boy then shifted his grip on the shotgun to hold it in two hands.
"But now, I'm running low on shotgun shells so why don't you monsters just kill yourself and save me the trouble of relocating your internal organs to the external."
Oh...
Jessica didn't know what to say to that.
One of the cultists had an answer as he charged at the boy, rage clear on his face.
"You will die for your insolence towards the Master!" the cultist screamed at the boy, brandishing the bloody sacrificial knife.
Seemingly unperturbed, the boy looked at the charging cultist, raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger. The cultist stopped right in his tracks as the blast hit him full force in the chest, destroying it. The knife that he had been wielding came loose of his slackened grip and was sent flying by the cultist's previous momentum. It spun through the air and finally landed.
It landed close to Jessica.
Not one to pass up an opportunity, she started trying to move closer to the knife with her gut filled with anticipation for finally having the chance to get free but also trepidation at what she had seen the boy do. He had just killed someone like that and a quick glance showed that he was now ignoring the cultist's presence as the dying man's labored breaths slowed down.
Unable to look away, she continued watching the boy as the demon finally turned around to face the teenager who had just killed one of its servants.
"
I'm curious on what you thought to do here, human." The demon spoke in low tones. "
Surely you recognise the futility of struggling against us. You who had fought through the small fraction of the legions of Doom must have an inkling that this is surely not all of our strength. We are your betters in every way and your resistance is frankly insulting to me. Submit before Hell's might, human, before you are shown the deepest pits of hell for your insolence."
Jessica looked towards the boy as she finally managed to get to the knife and started trying to grab it, unfortunately having her hands behind her back made it significantly harder.
The boy just looked at the demon for a few seconds. Jessica could feel the tension in the room intensify as the boy just remained standing there. The cultists had started fidgeting in their hiding places and the pair of former humans began growling.
In a move that shocked pretty much everyone, the boy simply sighed.
"I guess nothing in that speech was about you saving me the trouble and ending it all yourself?" The boy asked the room. When all he received was shocked silence, he sighed again. "Oh well, I guess that I'll just have to do it myself. At least it won't be anti-climactic based on the length of that speech you gave."
Jessica's eyes widened. The demon was speaking in its own language the whole time. The boy obviously had no idea what the demon was saying.
The demon let out a noise similar to a laugh.
"
Here I was expecting a warrior from insignificant mortal order, not some ignorant brute. Just Die already."
The demon waved its hand and a blast of energy rushed towards the boy, engulfing him. Jessica felt her breath stop. Another person that would be given a fate worse than death. She felt her heart sink as the blast went past the boy as he dropped to a knee and she waited for the inevitable.
It didn't come. Instead of dying or getting horribly twisted like the other people before, she saw him simply stand up.
"I don't know what you did, but I'm not complaining." The boy said, showing a bright smile at the demon. It was almost as if he looked healthier.
Subject's constitution seems to have increased. High probability that the Energy that the blast consists of is beneficial rather than detrimental to the subject.
The demon was staring at the boy in rage as Jessica finally found the knife and started trying to free herself.
"
KILL THE HUMAN!" The demon screeched, hurting Jessica's ears.
As the sounds of screeches and yelling filled the gym, Jessica filtered it out in favor of focusing on cutting the blade through the duct tape around her arms.
She had powers for goodness sake. It was about time she did something.
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From the way the boss demon had screamed, I knew that whatever it was going to do was going to suck.
I did not expect it to summon an Imp.
It had screamed, red energy collecting in its hands as it raised up slightly higher in the air than it was previously floating while raising its hands up. And right in front of it appeared an Imp in a flash of red energy. It then proceeded to summon a Hellknight behind me.
And I was actually low on ammo.
Great...
The priority was the Hellknight so I turned around and charged the Grey demon after quickly giving the nearby Imp a blast from my shotgun. If it was surprised by my sudden action, it didn't show it as it charged me too. My heart started beating quickly as we both crossed the distance. This was it. The conclusion of this battle was going to either save or damn this school. I had to admit that I was a bit excited, despite how weird that sounded. Earlier, it had just been me wondering around the school while I tried to make things better in some unspecific way by killing demons and hoping for the best. Now I knew what to do, that killing these demons would make things better. Ending whatever the demons and idiots were doing here would actually help, it would definitely save people this time.
This time, my failure could spell the end of everyone who survived today...
I felt alive.
Despite the importance of this fight, I couldn't really afford to waste ammo in the Hellknight. They took at least two shotgun shells to take down and that was if I was lucky and got close enough. I'd rather save the remaining four shells for things that would probably die in one hit.
So, with little choice, I decided to try out my latest weapon.
I removed the chainsaw from my back and pulled its ignition cord, the engine purring to life in my hands. I had no idea how to use this as a weapon effectively but I knew enough to move the sharp end to the vulnerable bit of the demon.
In a second, we were close enough to each other to see the expressions of pure rage on our faces and I opened by swinging the Chainsaw horizontally at the demon's neck. The demon wasn't dumb however and lifted its arm to deflect the chainsaw blade as it came to a stop. It was exactly as I expected. I let the chainsaw blade bounce off the demon's arm as my momentum carried me to the Hellknight's side. I swung the chainsaw again, this time at the demon's stomach.
I squeezed the throttle as I did so.
Still expecting an unwieldy blade, the Hellknight was unprepared when the chainsaw roared and the now spinning blades bit into the demon's midsection. Blood spilled from the wound, thrown from the blades of the chainsaw as the demon yelled in pain. I ripped the still spinning blades from the demon and it fell to its knees, grabbing the wound with its hands as it tried to stop the bleeding. I decided to end it before the demon remembered that it could easily cauterize the wound and continue fighting so I swung the chainsaw again at the demon's neck, cutting into it before I removed it again.
With its neck and stomach and neck cut, the demon collapsed, bleeding out as it died.
The kill wasn't clean, it wasn't efficient. It was messy and I kind of felt bad for the demon as it bled out.
But that feeling wasn't enough to get me to
stop...
There was a second of peace before a cultist jumped out from one of the weird wooden spikes that were scattered around the gym. the plainclothed man lunged at me, screaming with rage clear on his face. That expression turned to pain as the cultist landed on my chainsaw, the spinning blade running through the man's chest.
A sudden pain in my shoulder and the loud bang told me that another cultist had shot me. As I tried to remove the dead body from my chainsaw, I grabbed the shotgun from my back and fired it in that direction one-handed. I was immediately rewarded by a feminine yell as the female cultist who had shot me collapsed, dying.
I spotted an Imp in mid-lunge towards me. I ducked below the lunge and lifted the shotgun, firing it into the chest of the Imp in midair and a satisfying crunch as the buckshot cracked through the carapace. I ignored its tumbling corpse as I ran behind cover from the sounds of automatic gunfire. I took a look at the person shooting at me; one of those disfigured humanoids, wearing the remnants of some sort of black outfit and firing the rifle grafted into its arm at the wooden outcropping that I was hiding behind.
With a moment of thought, I decided to circle around the wooden pillars to get closer the monster to introduce it with my chainsaw.
Quickly reloading the shotgun with my two last shells, I readied my chainsaw again and ran around the wooden outcropping, only to run into the monster's ugly brother.
It looked as surprised as I was, probably planning to flank me while I was taking cover, so I took advantage of its momentary distraction by swiping the chainsaw horizontally. It didn't have time to react as the spinning chainsaw teeth bisected it with ease as the demon yelled in pain. I had begun moving before both halves had hit the floor.
It took me only a little time to reach the other side of the outcropping and I had noticed that I was only a few steps away from the monster. I crossed the distance in to the demon-human and swung my roaring chainsaw towards it before it could start shooting again. Surprised, It tried to block my attack with its weapon but it wasn't enough. The spinning teeth met resistance at the creature's weapon but it was only momentary as the chainsaw cut through the flesh and metal to cut into and through the monsters body. I turned to face my true opponent who hadn't moved from its position on the bridge over what I think is the Portal.
The Summoner only stared at me as I ran towards it, chainsaw at the ready.
As I got two steps away, the demon vanished, increasing my ire. All It had left was a glowing trail in the air and a newly summoned, angry imp. I transferred all the momentum I had to the kick I gave it, allowing me to come to a stop and launching the Imp into the portal pit.
Ignoring the Imp's screeching as it fell, My eyes followed the trail, discovering the summoner a few meters away to my right. I didn't waste time and simply jumped to the edge of the portal, only two meters away, and ran to it as I readied a punch. I put everything I had into the swing at the demon's head.
This time, it waited until the very last moment to disappear again.
Dammnit. Stay still and actually fight you demonic troll!
It was so annoying for your opponent to simply dodge your attacks again and again without seemingly any effort.
Come back here, you stupid son of a ...
Cultist.
"DIE HERETIC!" The cultist screamed as the old man leaped towards me, knife ready to plunge into my chest as I turned around.
I was faster than the optimistic senior and responded to his threat of anticipated violence with actual violence as I punched him in the face. The man collapsed onto his back, groaning as he faded into unconsciousness.
I focused back on the summoner, noticing it summoning another HellKnight.
This was going to get tiring very quickly.
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Jessica shouted in joy behind her gag as the last of the duct tape around her arms was finally cut through.
Quickly removing the remnants of the tape around her arms and ignoring their stiffness, she quickly went to work removing the duct tape around her mouth. A few seconds later and her face was free of the sticky tape and she greedily gulped the air, simply happy to be using her mouth for the first time in hours.
She just sat there for a minute, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of not being helpless anymore.
Your life is still in danger...
Yes. She needed to stay on target. Gripping the knife tightly, she went to work on the tape on her thighs this time. With her hands-free, it was a lot easier and she figured that she would done in half a minute. As she started work on it she looked at the battle brewing around the portal. Ever since the demon's blast didn't work on the boy, it had been just summoning other demons and seemingly teleporting away whenever it had the chance.
The summoning of Extradimensional entities indicate that the subject has limited control over space-time or dimensional properties. There is a high likelihood that it is using either space-time folding or phases in and out of this dimension to evade attackers.
With her power giving her more info that she regrettably didn't understand, Jessica focused on the boy. He was a literal tornado of death and blood, his chainsaw carving up every demon that got close to him. She felt sick looking at the amount of gore that the boy was removing from the horde that the 'Master' was summoning. What shocked her was the sheer ease that he dispatched the cultists with. Occasionally a cultist would get brave and attempt to stab or strangle the boy.
And the Boy ended their lives without a thought. To Jessica, it was a heartwrenching decision to even think about killing another human being but for him it was a simple swing of the chainsaw that he carried and it was done. She didn't know whether to be scared of him or thankful.
He also seemed to be getting angrier every time that the Demon teleported away when he got too close.
She had no idea what was going to happen but she had a feeling that anything that held the boy's anger didn't last long.
She suddenly felt the piece of tape that she was cutting come loose in her hands. She quickly removed the tape from her thighs and started working on her ankles.
As she reached about halfway through, she suddenly heard something that made her look up. What she saw was a cultist, slightly limping from a gunshot wound in his side, slowly approaching the abandoned group of captives who had managed to move away from the fight and were too busy trying to hide away from the fight happening in the room to notice. It was hard to hear over the loud noises coming from the battle but Jessica thought that she heard him chanting.
A very familiar chant.
And the captives couldn't do anything.
Jessica redoubled her efforts to cut through the stubborn tape.
She didn't have much time.
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I had just about reached the limits of my temper with the summoner as it teleported away from me again.
No matter how much energy or speed I put into my arms and legs, the summoner always teleported away the moment my fist or the chainsaw would have hit it. I had the impression that the demon was enjoying my growing frustration. The laughing noises coming from it only reinforced my suspicions.
Once again my chainsaw swiped through the empty air that the summoner had just occupied. Not one to waste the swing, I followed through on the swing, spinning around and bisecting an Imp that thought it was clever enough to sneak up on me. Coming to a stop, I immediately spotted where the summoner had gone to and started making my way there.
I was
pissed but blindly swinging at it wasn't making it any more dead.
It was time to get creative...
The Summoner was trying to get me mad and make a mistake. Either it didn't know about my healing or it believed that I'd eventually make a mistake that would be too lethal to recover from. To make me even more mad, It was teleporting away from me at the last second while constantly summoning Imps and Knights to slow me down and possibly kill me.
I killed the other demons easily enough but I couldn't hit the summoner at all.
I leaped into the personal space of the HellKnight blocking the way, chainsaw first. I barely paid attention as the Spinning teeth dug into the demon's chest and instead stared at the summoner behind it, giving it my best death glare. I jumped off the dying demon and landed right next to the summoner. I attacked it again but this time I deliberately slowed my swing. I watched the chainsaw move as though it was in slow motion, getting closer and closer to the demon's skin.
And just like every other time, it teleported away as soon as the teeth of the chainsaw were about to touch it.
That just told me that my idea would work.
I sprinted after the slippery demon, cutting down another Imp and decapitating a hellKnight as I did. Once again I was right next to the demon, ready to attack but this time things were going to be different. In one exaggerated, slow move, I swung the chainsaw at the summoner with one hand. As the chainsaw came towards it, I could see what features it had, gain a self-satisfied air. I knew what it was waiting for and I gave it to it. It couldn't imagine that I might not be blindly lashing out.
And that was why when it easily deflected the exaggerated swing with its claw and prepared a slash with the other, It failed to see my other hand reaching for the shotgun strapped to my back.
Its claws had almost reached at me just as I managed to aim the shotgun at the Demon's face. I felt a savage smile form on my face as I pulled the trigger. The summoner had impeccable reflexes but even then, it was a being that thought in seconds, not in the fractions of them. And no matter how quick the Demon teleported, it could only do it after it thought about it. Which is why the buckshot from the two shells I fired at its face hit it before it could even realise what was going on. It was so sure that it could afford to dodge whatever I threw at it that it couldn't imagine me attacking it with something that could move faster than any human, it was a pride that melted away as the demon reeled back in pain, the eyeless skeletal head bleeding from the impacts and punctures of the shrapnel form the shotgun shell. Even parts of its head crest were chipped and missing small pieces.
With a screetch, it teleported and I turned to where I knew it would go. If whatever energy the demons had healed me, then surely it would heal demons too?
My grin grew wider as I saw the demon exactly where I expected, on the half-bridge above the portal, grasping its head crest in obvious pain as it knelt on the floor
I needed to take advantage so I ran up to the edge of the portal and leaped onto the bridge.
Turning to face the summoner, I noticed that it seemed to be recovering. I walked up to it, chainsaw roaring in my hands and a smile on my face. I came to a stop and raised the chainsaw above my head, eager to strike the irritating demon down.
Just before I did so, the demon made its move. It tried to cut into me with a rising vertical slash but I had expected something like that and so I easily dodged backward as I brought the roaring chainsaw down.
In desperation, the demon blocked the chainsaw with its arm to try to deflect away from its body. The chainsaw's spinning teeth scraped across the hardened carapace of the summoner, causing sparks, for a second before, it broke though and cut down through the arm.
It
was a successful block however and the spinning blades missed the demon's body almost completely. I compensated and thrust the falling chainsaw forwards into its chest. The carapace was much thicker on the chest however and I felt the chainsaw struggling to cut through. I was too determined to give up on this one chance and pushed my weight into it. The chainsaw struggled for as second before it finally broke through the carapace. As I pushed it into the demon, I could hear the chainsaw's engine raise in pitch and I heard the breaking of metal.
As It finally pushed through to the other side of the demon's chest I heard a bang and the chainsaw slowed to a stop. Welp, it looks like the demon was annoying even when it was dying. As I let go of the chainsaw, the demon collapsed forward, breathing heavily. We just stayed like that for a few seconds, me standing over the demon, feeling the after effects of the fight, the demon feeling an especially large after effect with the heavily bleeding wound in its chest.
"
You know that this won't change anything human..." The demon spoke after a while.
I was still too angry at the demon to feel anything but slight surprise that it just spoke English.
"So you do speak English," I replied in an even tone. "You know that would have been helpful for your speech earlier?"
It laughed, blood falling out of its mouth.
"
Like I would debase myself by speaking your language willingly." It raised its head to look at me with its eyeless face. "
You haven't won. The barrier to this world is now weak enough for the other side to simply destroy. Killing me is a momentary victory. This world's doom is now inevitable."
I shrugged.
"Not really. It's a portal right? I'm pretty sure there is something that needs to be broken or turned off for the portal to disappear."
The demon gave another choked snort.
"
The source of the portal's power is on the other side of the portal. Face it human, you should just lay down and die. The End of your world will come soon enough."
I had to admit, the demon's screechy speech was getting annoying and its vague threats were also making me angrier, possibly more angry than I should have been getting.
"Just shut up already. There is always a choice to do something and a way to make a difference. I thought you were bleeding out sojust die already!"
"
Oh... I'm not going to die without you!"
That moment, it lunged at me with its remaining claw as it floated forwards directly from its kneeling position. I would normally have been surprised by the attack...
But I was too
angry to care.
I screamed in rage, letting all the frustration of the last few hours out. I kicked out with my right foot and hit the feet out from under it. As the demon could float in the air, it didn't do much but tip it so that it's back faced the floor.
That was all I needed.
With a single rage filled yell, I punched downward towards the demon's head.
As my fist impacted the demon's skull like face, I felt my fist pushing down with a force that I had no Idea that I was capable of.
Its skull exploded on impact.
Silence filled the gym...
....
Just like that, the demon's body fell to the floor of the bridge, whatever force having held it in the air having disappeared with the demon's life. The demon who had been in charge of its lessers and sacrificed them to try and get me to make a mistake, now was still and just as dead as the ones it had summoned. It was almost poetic in a way.
I should have felt shock and surprise at the power my fist had held but instead all I felt as I stared down at the headless summoner was a feeling of... calm?
I was so tired of me having unexpected feelings to things that normal people would probably be scared of. Maybe a therapist would help explain?
Looking around at the twisted and now pretty much empty gym, I took in the enormity of the sheer amount of cultists and demons that I had killed in the last half an hour. That alone was probably an argument for psychopathic tendancies...
That was a discussion for later, however, as there was still the massive portal in the middle of the gym to close.
It was only a few seconds later that I realised that I have no Idea how to do that. If I was honest with myself, I was hoping that the demon was bluffing and that killing it would mean that the portal closed like the final boss from a video game.
Life wasn't like a video game, however, and the source of the portal would probably be on the other side, in presumably Hell.
I stood right there, looking down at the portal as I thought. If the source of the portal is really on the other side then I would need to actually open it so that I could pass through, if only for a little bit, in order to destroy the thing making the portal. That was the real problem. Finding a way to actually open the portal that didn't require some stupid ritual. Knowing my luck, it was probably something to do with virgin sacrifice.
There was another significant question as well. I was effectively weaponless as I had no shotgun shells left and my chainsaw had broken as I impaled the summoner demon. I wasn't going to say that I couldn't actually destroy the source with my fists, considering the day that I had, but I had the feeling that It would take a while if I did so and no doubt every nearby demon was going to rush that portal. While I was awesome today, there was no way I could stop a horde of demons from rushing through the portal if they wanted to. That meant that I needed something to destroy whatever powered the portal quickly so that no demons could make the journey to my world.
Wait, didn't I fight some demon-man things earlier? I asked myself.
Those two bloated human things earlier hadn't looked like demons now that I thought about it and they looked like they were wearing something similar to a PRT uniform. Maybe they had something that could help? So I went to look at the corpses that I had killed earler.
The corpse closest to the portal was a waste of time. It didn't carry anything besides the gun grafted to its arm and I had cut through that with my chainsaw, making it useless. Disappointed at the lack of findings, I wasn't prepared for what I found at the second corpse...
It was a loaded RPG.
I had no idea if the PRT was even allowed to have those or why the former officer had decided to take it with him but I was immensly gratefull to the poor dead guy as I now had a chance to end the fight in one move if the thing was less durable than a tank...
I hoped it wasn't...
Just as I was about to claim the weapon, I heard a man scream out in anger.
Leaving the RPG where it was, I ran to where I heard the noise, eager to find out who did it.
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The scene that was progressing infront of me would have been comical if I hadn't been through this morning.
There was a cultist, wearing slacks and a plaid shirt with murder in his eyes as he brandished a knife at his opponent.
And there was a pretty girl who looked slightly older than I was with dark brown, shoulder-length hair and wearing nothing but a black skirt, a purple shirt and a combo of leggings and boots to fight fend off the knife attacks, unarmed.
And the girl was winning.
The cultist had reach and size over her but she managed to dodge every slash and every stab that the cultist threw, often while moving the least amount possible to do so. It looked flashy and arrogant, further enraging the man to slash harder and faster. Nothing came of it as she still dodged every single slash.
By the time I had arrived, he was already red in the face and taking longer to recover with his swings.
That was when she started punching.
It wasn't a lot of punching like one would expect. No the punches she threw were slow, methodical and few but extremely effective. Everytime her fist impacted with a part of the cultist, I heard the crack of bones breaking with each crack being accompanied by a scream of pain.
After three punches, a few broken ribs and a leg, the cultist collapsed onto his back as he wimpered in pain. The knife lay on the floor, forgotten by limp fingers.
The girl stood tall over her defeated opponent, looking like the grown man's defeat was entirely effortless and remaining dignified even as I could see the sweat dripping down her face.
Or at least untill a few seconds later when she deflated, bending down and leaning on her thighs. Her breaths became heavy as she stood there, seemingly on the verge of hyperventilation as her face turned red.
"Oh god... That was... So terrifying... And... Fucking hard... Can't breath... Stupid power..." She breathed out between each heavy intake of breath.
I had no idea what I could do to help her so I just stood there, staring at her as she recovered from her apparent exhaustion.
Not that I would have complained anyway...
It took a few seconds but eventually her breathing became more even and lighter as the red left her face. Figuring that now was my chance, I decided to introduce myself.
"Hello!" I said probably a bit too loudly.
"EEP!" The girl screamed as she twirled around, eyes wide ready for something trying to kill her. It took her a couple of seconds to see that I wasn't part of that catagory and as I had the vague impression of what I looked like, I didn't blame her.
"Please, don't scare me like that..."
"Sorry..." I said sheepishly. "I'm Greg. What's your name?"
I held out my hand as I showed her the depth of my social skills until I realised that my hand was still covered in blood, wet blood this time...
It probably was a good metaphor for my social skills...
The girl eyed my hand with an incomprehensible expression as I sheepishly let it rest at my side before standing up straight.
"My name is Jessica," she answered softly. "Its nice to meet you."
Oh shit. I had forgotten that part of my standard greeting. Thankfully I could still salvage this.
"Thanks. Its nice to meet you too."
Nailed it.
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Well, there goes my last conversational idea...
Communication is key to the successful resolution to the current crisis.
What do I even say!?
There is a high probability that Subject: Greg responds favorably to honesty
What does that even mean!?
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Well that was my first and last conversational Idea...
The silence between us was a bit too awkward so I decided to ask what I had been thinking about.
"So, How did you do that?" I asked Jessica as I pointed at the still whimpering cultist.
She looked down at the genocidal man and then turned to face me with a nervous face.
"A... A voice in my head told me how."
I nodded, accepting the excuse for what it was. It was hardly like I knew what I was doing or how I was doing it.
"I just needed to do something. He was going to kill those people and finish whatever ritual the demon was doing here." She said as she pointed to some people that I hadn't noticed before.
Two were clearly Winslow students, one boy and one girl, while the last was a grown man. All of them had been effectively tied up and gagged with silver duct tape.
Oh. So they actually were killing people to open the portal...
Shit. That destroyed my hope of opening it that way. On the bright side, I did end up saving people that would have died if I hadn't come along. Three more people who survived today.
"The cultists had gathered us up to... Eventually, I got free to stop..." Jessica said softly, struggling with exactly she was trying to explain.
It took me a second to realise what she said.
"So you..." I almost said what immediately came to my mind.
"Yeah..."
...
"I'm sorry," I said to her.
She looked down at the ground as though the floor was the most interesting thing in the world. I had no idea how many people she probably watched die but I knew that I had no idea how she felt. I had probably seen more death than could have fit in this gym at this point but I had always been the one causing it or I had seen most of it after they were already dead.
She would have had to watch people die in front of her and not be able to do anything about it. I'm also sure that it would have taken more than ten people to make a portal that large...
Suddenly, she looked up at me, a fire in her eyes that surprised me considering how she was acting earlier.
"Thank you. But none of the stuff we went through will mean anything if
they win."
My surprise evaporated as she reminded me of what I still needed to do.
"There is a problem with that..."
I decided to answer her unasked question that she gave me with her expression.
"The head demon told me that the actual source of the portal was on the other side of it and that if I actually want to close it then I need to open it first."
"Can't we just leave it alone? Let the PRT look at it and try and close it on this side?" she asked with a thoughtful expression.
"No," I shook my head for emphasis. "It also told me that they were doing something on the other side that was going to open it irreversibly anyway. It's going to happen whether we try or not and the only difference is whether the portal will close again afterward."
She looked away, I took the opportunity.
"I know it sucks, but I need to know if you saw anything that could help me end this."
"Why you?"
"Sorry?"
Jessica looked directly in at my eyes.
"Why specifically you? Why are you fighting this instead of the PRT, the heroes or even the military?"
It was a good question, one that I didn't have an answer to.
"I don't know. I wasn't chosen to try to save everything. I was attacked by Demons, fought them off and then decided to kill more of them to save other people. The situation just kind of escalated to the point where I need to open a portal to hell in order to prevent a full demon invasion."
I shrugged.
"In the end, no one was going to do it so I did. The least interesting heroic motivation but there were demons to kill so real life character development takes a backseat to saving the city."
She gave me a look as though she couldn't believe what I just said. I don't blame her. If I was anyone but me then the last few hours of my life would have been pretty far-fetched too.
It was at that moment that I had realised that Jessica had gone very quiet again.
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From all earlier evidence, the death of a Subject:Cultist is enough to substitute for a sacrifice in the ritual and will likely open the portal.
What? I can't do that! That's killing someone!
Subject:Greg seems to be perfectly fine with the cessetation of other's existences.
I am not asking him to kill that man!
It is completely likely that he would willingly do it without your input if he had the information.
It isn't ok to do just because someone who is clearly not normal would do it.
Unfortunately for "Ethics", The data supports that this is the most likely option to work in the unspecified timeframe and unknown nature of the portal.
There has to be some other way to do it without sacrificing someone just so that we can finish quickly.
With knowledge, comes options and the amount of available knowledge is abysmal. Thus there are limited options that predict success and the only one that ensures the continuation of this world as a certainty. This Subject is partly responsible for the deaths of your friends and is currently risking your family's existence. Does his squandered existence mean so much to you?
It was a good question for Jessica. A small part of her mind reminded her of the choice that a police office had to make when he came across a murder in progress.
Did you kill the murderer to save the victim? When she was younger, she hadn't understood why the choice was so hard for them. She did now, the power over life and death.
It only took some thought to realise what she would have chosen in that situation and what she was choosing now.
She would save the victim, every time.
She just hoped that she could actually help that victim in time.
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As I waited for Jessica to gather her thoughts, I noticed that her face looked like that she was having an argument with someone.
...
Maybe the voices were a lot more literal than I thought they were.
I took notice the moment that Jessica seemed to come out of her internal reflection. She turned to the the stirring cultist and gave the man the man a cold glare.
"I saw the demon throw a cultist into the portal. It said that it counted as a sacrifice."
I immediately saw her point. I could use the cultist to open the portal and hopefully destroy the source. Distasteful was the least intense word I could use to describe that plan but it was better than letting the world become a massive charnel house.
I walked up to the cultist and kneeled down to get a good grip on the semi-concious man.
"Thank you, Jessica" I said simply. We both knew what I was planning.
All she did was hold out her hand.
"Please give me that knife, I'm going to free the others." She said in an even tone that even I could tell was forced.
I passed the combat knife to her and she walked away, the entire exchange silent.
It didn't take long at all to drag the cultist to the overlook bridge thanks to my strength. It took slightly longer to retrieve the RPG but soon enough I was ready to open a portal to Hell.
I arranged the man so that a good shove would push him into the portal and took a passing glance at the dead summoner as I did so. It would have enjoyed the Irony of me finshing what it started. If things went my way, I'd have the last laugh though.
There was no ceremony and nothing to wait for to open the portal so with a readied RPG in my arms, I pushed the cultist off the bridge.
"Go to Hell." I couldn't resist.
The body hit the glowing orange energy and got sucked in with the sound of mulching meat.
Then reality broke.
The oppressive feeling in the air intensified, almost becoming unbearable. I could feel my nerves scream as part of my brain begged me to run away from this portal until I couldn't keep going. The glowing energy then cleared as time and space twisted until I caught my first glimpse of hell.
I saw a rocky plain with floating islands and rocks above it but that wasn't what drew my attention. There were
thousands of Imps all over that plain along with multitudes of Hellknights. Intersped between them were demons that I had never seen before and the sky was filled with swarming creatures.
One creature dominated the sky, a massive metal monster with too many limbs and it hurt my brain whenever I looked at it. It seemed preoccupied with chewing something with its evershifting mouth that I felt glad to not see.
The Demon was right. If this portal opened fully then everyone on Earth would die.
I frantically scanned my view from the portal, searching for anything that could have looked like something that powered the portal's existance.
There! I could see something glowing with some sort of blue energy in the distance.
I cursed. I had no idea if it was some sort of blue demon.
I didn't have time, I realised as I noticed some of the nearby demons noticing the existance of the portal.
Hoping for the best, I aimed at the blue glow and fired.
The grenade flew through the portal and into the distance of Hell.
I could do nothing but wait as I saw more demons noticing the portal and charging towards it, eager to enter Earth Bet.
I could do nothing as I watched the tide of demons come closer and closer to the portal...
Just as the demons were about to reach the portal I heard a most welcome sound.
It was a muffled boom.
Almost instantly, the portal turned back into orange energy and started to spark .
Having seen enough action games, I sprinted away from the portal pit. Just as I had gotten a few steps away, the portal erupted in a column of orange energy.
I fell onto the ground from the sheer force of the blast and turned over to face it.
It only lasted three seconds but what it had done had me completely shocked.
The bridge over the portal and the celing above it had been burnt away from the sheer amount of energy that had been released, revealing the melted remains of the floors and celings of higher floors.
My mental processing of what just happened was interrupted as I felt the oppressive air start to dissipate, releasing a load from my mind that I had forgotten that I was actually carrying around. The runes that were on the pillars around the portal lost their glow and stopped moving, becoming simple rock carvings.
I had done it... I had actually done it! The Portal was destroyed, the demons were dead and not everyone had died. I relaxed in the idea of it all being over, my eyes closing to rest and a genuine smile that had no hints of viciousness or triumph. For the first time, The rage that I had internalised through the whole day started bleeding away and I felt actually happy since the beginning of all this.
Ow... I thought as I started feeling aches and pains all over my body. I was aware enough to realise that my anger and rage had been blocking my sense of pain and as it disappeared, I started to feel the growing pains of every replaced nerve, overworked muscle, and every regrown piece of skin.
What also came was exhaustion. Despite the elation that I felt, I couldn't stop myself from almost falling asleep right there on the twisted and now non-demonic gym floor. I barely managed to keep awake, giving out a yawn that echoed through the gym.
It wasn't hard for my tired mind to realise that I was going to fall asleep soon and it made perfect sense for that mind to rather go and sleep at home.
I didn't have the energy to think about what I had done anymore, I could do that after I had gotten some sleep.
I sleepily stood up and walked to the gym entrance, saying a slurred goodbye to Jessica and the now free, former sacrifices as I passed them.
It wasn't hard to navigate the deserted corridors to outside and it wasn't hard to go past the throng of PRT officers, most of them reinforcements, as they were about to storm the school. I was Greg Veder, not some costumed superhero and it was safe to assume that my tired body didn't really register with the battle-ready officers ready to fight monsters.
The only officer that noticed my passing was the Lieutenant with the large shotgun, her helmet following my progress as I walked past the PRT perimeter. I don't know why she didn't draw attention to my journey but I was to tired to try to figure it out as well.
As I walked past the gathering mass of escaped students, accidentally bumping into an older dark-skinned boy who seemed to be looking for something, I tried to remember which route would get me home the fastest.
I sighed. I really just felt like sleeping.
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The Lord had gazed upon the progress that his legion had made in trying to conquer the world that he had chosen.
It was unfortunate, to be so close to victory but ultimately fail.
Everything had gone to plan. Winslow high-school was the perfect target as it had no strong ties with any organization, delaying any response the PRT or others could muster.
From there, the ritual would commence, weakening the Parasite's barrier over the world while the Tunneler would consume it's weakend strands and ultimately destroy it, allowing his legions to provide salvation for the inhabitants of the dying world. Of course, there was more than one world protected by the Parasite's barrier and so it had become vitally important to obtain a focus that could direct the Tunneler to Earth Bet specifically.
Professor Haywire's skull was ironically perfect for this purpose and so had glowed blue with energy as it was placed upon the focus array, the Altar like device succesfully directing the giant, nonEuclidean construct to Earth Bet.
Everything had gone to plan, the Ritual had begun as the Multi-armed metal Tunneler gorged itself on the barrier between worlds, allowing a small trickle of his demons to pass through into Earth Bet. Eventually the portal had opened, marking how close he was to the successfull invasion of Earth Bet.
He had expected the summoner he had sent, arms high in victory and ambitious mind full of the possible rewards he would get for his service.
He had not expected a Rocket powered grenade to come flying through the portal. He hadn't expected the explosive to hit the Professor Haywire's skull either.
With one simple explosion, The skull was blown to fragments, destroying the focus of the Tunneler. It lost sight of the Parasite's barrier and as the Portal sealed itself to the dismay of his demon horde, the Barrier attacked.
The Tunneler fell from Hell's sky in an incomprehensible amount of pieces, The barrier's counter attack having ripped the Eldritch being asunder.
It was all they could do to see the barrier heal itself of the damage that the Tunneler had inflicted on it.
While his legions screamed in rage at the loss of the opportunity to slaughter and conquer a new world, the Lord remained stoic as he looked at his power armoured fist.
It was better to know your enemy before a critical move and now he knew such enemies existed.
The Barrier was now scarred and would be easier to slip through and eventually he would tear it open to give Earth Bet its salvation.
This plan was years in the making and it could wait a little more...
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It hadn't taken me long to get back home on the local bus route and besides a few stares, It was uneventful as well.
I opened the front door, typicaly unlocked like most of the houses in an E88 neighborhood and saw that my parents were sitting on the couch, watching the TV.
That was a bit strange as they were normally at work around this time of the day but I shrugged it off. Something must have come up.
"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" I yelled in greeting as I went towards the bathroom, my voice apparently getting lost in whatever they were watching on TV. Curious, I took a look.
Huh, the News? I never knew it was that interesting.
I entered the bathroom, throwing my pants into the washing basket and putting
Retribution In the sink. My shower was relaxing as I scrubbed myself down, the blood easily coming off my skin was pleasurable and the water impacted my tired muscles.
Once I had finished my shower, I dried myself off and got dressed in the pajamas that I had retrieved earlier.
Taking
Retribution with me, I finally went to bed, the shotgun going on top the computer that I kept in my room.
My last concious thought was that my bed was amazingly comfortable before I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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