The Soul Reaver

Chapter 27: I wish I knew my mind...

I took a great whiff of “AHHHH!!! This just smells like home!” I shouted with sadistic glee.

“Maybe to you,” she said, “mine smelled like sterilization fluids, shit, and semen.”

I rolled his eyes, “God, you are so negative. Can’t you just wake up and smell the damn coffee and be happy?”

After a short, blank stare, she asked, “The fuck is coffee?” AHHHH!!!

“Let’s just get the damn guy...” I sighed through gritted teeth

“Fine fine, let’s go.” The rest of the walk was uneventful, neither of us saying anything. Okay, that gives me time to think about something...

When I think about all the stuff she has said when I talk to her, she has an unnatural amount of rage towards this A.N.G.E.L organization. The rage she has is almost... goddammit, it's the Croatoan, of course it's unnatural! The Croatoan was used by demons to create thralls out of humans and have servants, but Sarah doesn't seem like she's bending over backwards for a demon. So that eliminates that possibility. Maybe this A.N.G.E.L group got a hold of the stuff. But then that leaves the question as to how they got a hold of it.

I stop walking and notice the same alley-way  That Anton guy told me about, making me grin. "Oh I'm going to enjoy every second of this..." I could sense the stallion behind the dumpster, and Sarah peered past me, probably seeing him as well.

"Is that him?" She asked.

I nodded and whispered to her, "Oh it gets better," I may as well make sure she's through, "and I'll think you'll enjoy this more than you normally would.

“And why is that? I’d enjoy it no matter what at this point.”

“One word: rapist.” I saw a flash of some primal rage in her eyes, making my grin widen. Hook. Line. And sinker.

"Ah." She nodded calmly and looked into the alley way. She activated her claw and made her eyes glow red, "Two words: Lunch time." She then charged into the alley way.

I could hear the slicing of flesh, and squelching of it being torn. I felt my grin widen as I leaned against the wall, waiting for her to finish. I looked around, trying to see if Anton is watching. I saw a flash of crimson fur moving away from the edge of the roof. I grinned maniacally, seeing that he's seen what I've done. Hehehe... I'm enjoying this more than I should.

After thirty minutes of Epic meal time, Sarah finally walked out of the alley way, smothered in blood and bits of meat on her, "That was nice." She wiped her claw of some blood on her pants. Really? God, no manners...

"Brutta... you could at least clean yourself up." I told her.

"Fuck your manners, I'm dead!"

Dammit, I should have known that excuse would come back and get me. I facepalmed. Alright, I can't exactly leave any evidence of this, "Fucking really...? Alright, just... just hold still." I hope I can do this... I closed my eyes and concentrated on the blood. I managed to freeze the liquid and remove it off of her. The blood hovered in the air, and I dispersed it into the air. Alright, that was fucking tiring...

“Oh, neat, now I don’t have to spend three hours scrubbing this thing clean. Thanks.”  She walked over to me and OW! She patted my back with her clawed arm, and nearly sent me stumbling over. I grunted as I nearly toppled over from exhaustion. I didn't think exerting this much control would be tiring...

"Goddammit..." I sighed to myself, feeling the fatigue from my trip to Manehatten and messing with liquids and dispersing them into the atmosphere. I sighed, and straightened myself up, "Time to get to work..." I walked into the alleyway, and spotted what was left of the corpse. Well, it's nothing but a splatter of blood, but still. I cracked my neck fingers, and got to work. I froze everything, and began to break it down. I opened the dumpster, and dropped everything in there as it broke down back into blood again. I leaned against a wall to keep myself from falling over, "Still pretty fucking tired..." I chuckled weakly.

Sarah looked at me curiously, "Are you alright? You look pretty worn out..."

I nodded, "Yeah... I'm fine."

She turned, "Alright then, let's go back to the others." As soon as she said that, I was out like a light.

(Dreamscape)

I woke up, and saw nothing but a black void and mist. Weird... I could have sworn I collapsed, I'm standing straight. Where am I? I sighed to myself, feeling rather irritated.

I stopped when I began to hear children's laughter echo through this empty void. I looked around, trying to find the source, but it seems to come from all around me. I sighed again, and continued walking forward. It wasn't long until I encountered something I haven't seen besides darkness and mist. A wall of mist. Oh fucking joy...

I wondered what was behind it, so I walked through it. I smiled as the darkness and mist began to lift, but it quickly turned to fear when I saw a castle like place in front of me. The laughter became louder and louder, until I cried out in pain and collapsed to my knees from pain. I panted heavily when it stopped, giving me a chance to collect myself. Unfortunately, fate can be a bitch.

"Hey there kid." I froze in fear, and slowly turned to find... him. He looked like me, suit and all. But the key differences were his eyes. They... held nothing but hatred, and death. They were yellow, and the pupils were slitted like snakes. He did a mocking bow, and spat out, "Marcelo."

I gulped in fear, and replied shakily, "Wendigo..."

To be continued...