"In the dark recesses of the mind, a disease known as FEAR feasts upon the souls of those who cannot overcome its power..."
Fuck. That single word just echoed through my mind has a hauled ass through the abandoned factory. What in the bloody hell was I thinking.
I moved quickly and effortlessly across the floor, the place was a wreck, been abandoned for years. But so was most of everything in Detroit. I slide over a horizontal lathe and ducked behind it and gazed at my silver ring, that had crazy Nordic ingravings on it. I had no fucking clue what any of it meant, but my grandfather gave it to me, saying I'll need it, that I'm chosen for something. I thought he was a crazy old fuck, but I was only 12. Those next 7 years where going to be the hellish years of my life. "Urkkkkkkk!!" The horrid scream echoed through out the hollowed halls of the factory. I closed my eyes, I had to focus, I was not prepared for this beast. It was a wight, a ugly humaniod beast. That was the size of a man, but fast, and sharp nails and an hungry for humans, they lure them in and kill them. They look like corpse, bloated and decaying, pieces of gray skiin peeling off and hair falling from the body. The teeth are pointed and shrp, the lips have been eaten off by their hunger, so their mouth is exposed. They are ugly fuckers. And this isn't my first dealing with one. The only problem is, theirs a human in that thing. I pour cursed soul begging to come out. I have a choice to murder that sad creature, or save it. This particular wight is a cunt. Targeting kids, and brutally murdering them. So I ain't feeling to merciful. "Urrrkkkkk! I..I..I willll... Mu...nchh youuu!!" The fuck screams in it graspy voice. I took a deep breath and stood up. "Bring it on bitchtits!" I hollard back, bitchtits.. that was real smart. God I hate myself. I pressed the ruins engraved to the ring, and it quickly turned into my sword. It was a nice sword, a good 3 1/2 feet long, viking style sword, just with a blackened blade, designed to kill any creature. with a silver hand gaurd and leather handle. It was very well made, but most magical weapons are. The beast was out of my sight, but I figured as much, the wright loves their mind games, otherwise they can't win a head on head fight with a monsterslayer. A screech rings in the factory, so loud roof panels fell from the sky, crash into long burned out machines. Rats in the coners froze with fear. A rotting smell moved around me, like barrels of minth old fish in the sun. "Hello.. mmmy.. prettyyy." A cold slimy tongue runs the back of my neck and her breath of rot pours past my ear and into my face. Yet I stood still. Waiting. The wight touched my shoulder with her hand, her long unclean nails full of decaying flesh was inchs frommy neck. I held my breath. "You...goodddd.. fooddd.." she spoke, I could tell that lipless face was grinning. She thought I was fozen with fear. She stepped closer, smelling my neck. "Chossen blood... special.. veryyy good..." and she took another wiff. But she never finished. My sword went under my left arm and straight into her rotting heart. It was quick and easy. Young wright got cocky. She could've killed me but she toyed with me and lost. Her jaw dropped. And with the his of oxygen leaving her crumbling lungs she fell. As she fell her body changed. And within minutes it was a young thick girl, brown hair, round chest and and everything. She was dead. But it was another job done for me. Sure, I could've saved her, but I wasn't feeling it today, she was probably cursed by some man that couldn't get her in bed. And she loved childern, so wight her ate them. And she looked about 26, so she was probably a wight for 8-3 years. Probably 3 since she was so pathetic in battle. I touched the ruin on the hilt of my sword and it quickly turned into a ring, I turned to the door.
Hours later, sitting in a McDonald's parking lot, with my rusty 1970 c10 chevy, waiting and waiting. A girl, blond and in a whores outfit walked up to me, and started trying to sell her body. "Is... is it done? Is that... thing dead?"
"Stop dancing, and yes that wight is dead, so is the girl it used to be."
"What? So it's dead.. right?"
"Yes, price is 300 dollars."
"Whhattt?! 300?! That is way to much. You said it was a drager and itd be 50."
"Well, I was wrong, and its called drauger. That was a wight, much worse. And worth much more."
"My pimp will kill me!"
"Fine, 150. I feel nice."
She looked down, a tear on her cheek. "That's still risky."
I took a deep breath. "Fine, keep your money, your a whore anyways, you'll need it."
"Thank you so much.." and she stepped away, just in time to as her pimp started watching, probably suspicious that we were talking and I wasn't buying. I rolled my window up and drove off. Nowhere particularly, now I just need to wait, soon I'll get a call, from a random number begging for help with some horrid creature. Usually it was a raccon or something stupid. Sometimes the person is right and it's a monster long forgotten. I parked in a empty parking lot, reclined my seat, and closed my eyes, using my black leather jacket for a blanket, and tried to sleep. I was the typical rough looking guy I guess. I wore a black leather jacket, camo pants, and combat boots. I also wear a magic watch on my left arm, that turns to a hoplon sheild. And my Nordic ring. Both gifts from my grandfather. I also knew basic magic, but it's only simple stuff, like a strong gust of wind, a ball of fire, and a curse to make ghost touchable. Super basic stuff.
Ringgg. Ringgg. My phone starts buzzing like crazy.
Motherfuckers never fucking quit.
I pick it up. "Hello?"
"Hello child, this is.. well actaully that doesn't matter. I have a job for you." A female voice cracks over the phone.
"Whats the details, and I need at least a business name."
"A girl, she's a special case. I need her brought to me, shes like a daughter, and she's in deep danger. Go get her. Once you have her I will contact you. I will pay 5,000 for this."
This is suspicious as fuck, lost of custmers don't give their name, that's reasonable. But this is sketchy. But that money is more then I'll make in months. And this is a simple job.
"Name of the girl, and her current location."
"Nicole Yeitter, Southwest Baptist university."
"Why is this girl important?"
"No reason, just do the job sweetie."
Click.
Nicole.. that name sounds familiar.
