R.I.P Enemies

soul fight part 1

Warning: CURSING, GORE, AND DEATH

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PICTURES OR SONG, JUST THE CHARACTERS AND STORY LINE

Luriza P.O.V

'Humans. Such a weak race. It's a wonder how they made it this long'.she thought as she walked down the empty hospital hallway, lights flickering as she walked by them. The hospital was always a good place to get a soul. So many sick, dying and desperate people, willing to do anything to live. Even give up their soul.

And she was starving.

Reaching  the end of the hallway she mad a turn to the left and went into the first room she saw, the stench of death was thick.

As she entered the room she saw a middle aged man lying on a hospital bed.

Pale, skinny, and wreking  of death.

Her favorite smell.

Walking over to the man, she gently touched his tempal and slowly leaned over him as the man awoke, gasping.

Looking around, confused and alarmed, his dark and bloodshot eyes landed on her.

"W-who a-a-are you?" The man said, his voice raw and cracked.

"I'm the one who's going to save you." She said, a creepy grin on her face as she continued to slowly lean down.

The man gave her a weird look before coughing and saying, " how are you going to save me, the docto-" she cut him off before he could finish.

" never believe an ape doctor, their 99.9% wrong every time." She said now almost touching noses with the man.

The man gave her a weird look again." That makes no sense."

Frowning she sprung straight up in a jerky way, causing the man to flinch.

"Don't insult the person who's going to save you, it's rude." She said

"How are you going to save me? I'm already practically bead?" He said, his voice cracking even more, tears coming to his eyes.

She rolled her eyes. Pathetic.

"Easy. I'm not human. I'm much, much better." She grinned as her entire eyes turned red,  every single one of her teeth turned long and needle like, her cheeks holowing out, her skin turning rotted and slimy, her nails trunning into long, knife like claws, giant, red, scaly wings sprouting from her back as she drew an extra few feet in hight, towering over the man. She was only in her true form for a split second before she turned back to her human form but it was long enough to scare the piss out of the man.

Literally. It scared the piss out of him.

"W-w-w-what a-a- y-you?" He asked, trying to get as far away as possible.

"Not important. But what is important is that I can help you. But it comes with a price. And I'm not talking about money." The girl said, rocking back and forth with each word.

"Then what do you want?" The dying man said.

She smiled the most scary smile, every tooth on diaplay, it put the man on edge.

"Your soul"

The man said nothing, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, his eyes as big as the sun.

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

" How old are you?" She asked.

"37"

" I'm going to give you 70 more years to live. I'll even add good luck to the deal. All I'm asking for is your soul and when the 70 years are over I'll visit again and take you to heaven where you will spend forever in parodies! " she said, her hands flapping everywhere.

"Really? And all you want is my soul?" He said suspiciously.

"Yes"

" so I'll be cured? And get 70 more years?"

"Yes"

" And then you'll take me to heaven?"

"Yes" no. The truth was if you didn't have a soul you where stuck in the middle.  Limbo. Never able to rest. 

She smiled at the thought.

Misery. Such a wonderful thing.

" what are you going to do with my soul?" UHG. Why does he keep asking questions. I just offered to save his life. Does it matter why or how.

"Doesn't matter. All you need to know is that it will be in safe hands. Now, in order to get your soul, I'll ask you if I can have your soul, you say yes, and then I kiss you and BOOM! Your healed and on your Mary way and I'll have a new soul to help someone else with!" Yeah, myself, she mused.

The man nodded, not asking anymore question.

Thank fucking Satan.

"Patient of room 361, may I have your soul?" She said, a shit eating from on her face.

"Yes"

She leaned down as the man closed his eyes, feeling tired.

She was nose to nowe with him, about  to take his soul and feast, until she was knocked back by great force into the concrete wall of the hospital wall.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

CLIFFHANGER!!! YOUR WELCOME!!