Deception

Chapter 9: Orphanage, Part 2

"Man, are you going crazy again?" Kan said, anticipating an answer. My eyes darted around the room, trying to find it. This was no normal demon, I could sense its existence around us, yet there was only the wind outside and the smell of dry leaves inside. The glass that was shattered did not shatter, the sofa that was toppled returned unscathed, and yet I could sense something was misplaced.

I turned to Kan, my black transformation danced off of his pupils, "this is no ordinary demon... it's a Chmsin," I looked around one more time, as if I was playing 'Find the Difference.' The light of the moon outside began to shift, the beams penetrated through the window in banded seams.

"Kan, whatever you do... Stay the fuck away from those lights," I whispered, moving back, one creaking step at a time, as I hugged sweating walls, and Kan followed right behind me.

The moon was looking for us. "Don't you know what kind of Chmsin this is?" Kan asked, looking at the beams refracting through the windows.

"No... There is almost no record of these fucks, clever bastards... Most of us don't survive to tell the tale."

"...Man, am too young to die like this,"

Then it happened again, I grabbed Kan's shirt and threw him through the door out of the living room as I blinked, in a split second, I saw the demon rampage through the wall, causing the wood to crumble down, then the room came back to a halt, the wind whistled outside, and the dry leaves danced inside. And I panted at the sight of my cleanly chopped hand, the cut was imperfect, the bone and marrow out, and a lot of gushing blood to coat the floor. The sound of dribbling added to the dry leaves.

"...Are you okay?" Kan said, looking at me from the door frame.

"yeah... I'll be fine," I said, as my blood revolved around the bones, developing the flesh every so slowly.

"How do we deal with hallucinations? Can't you like, do some weird magic and get us out?"

"If I could, I would've left you here to rot," I said, as I sensed it again. I ran forward to the doorframe, and grabbed Kan as I looked behind me. The room went chaotic, the huge headless horse, the size of a mini truck, began kicking and tackling everything, the old framed pictures broke into pieces, the coffee table became one with the floor, the walls turned into dust as its neck looked at us. And with one blink, it was all as if it was not.

"It does not see nor hear. Yet it looks for us through..." I said, while my eyes darted around the foyer, and then I saw it, our reflection from a distorted family picture on the shelf, and the light from one of the cracks from the main entrance, slowly aligning together.

I pushed Kan towards the stairs as I jumped towards him, and then it happened.

"...Dude..." Kan said, as my blood gushed into his hands...

"You sure you're... Okay?" He said. I took a deep breath, focusing all my blood on the chunks that horse bastard just chopped, my right arm was butchered, the cut wasn't clean as the bones were left out cracked and broken in the cold breeze of the cottage, my ribs were missing while my liver was half chopped and intestines were dangling out, spasming. My right leg was no use, as half of my thigh was chopped off as if it was bitten by an alligator. I stood on one foot, with the support of Kan's shoulders, as I slowly fell on the wooden steps of the stairs.

My blood drenched the floor and the wood, killing some of the moss and leaves that grew out of the woods.. "I've been... in worse, gah... fucking hell" I said, coughing off a puke of blood from my mouth and nose as I began rubbing it on the wounds. Now this is going to take forever to bring back. "That fuck is using the moon's light and our reflections in to see..." I said as Kan carried my almost corpse of a body upstairs. He tiptoed and side stepped all light coming from the holes in the ceiling as he kicked open a door to his left.