Chris Exists

Part 15

-Bruno POV-

We materialize in the middle of what I assumed was an alleyway in downtown New Jersey, between a doughnut shop and a run-down apartment building.

As soon as we solidify, the guards rush away and begin to set up a small base between the two buildings with cardboard, particle board, small amounts of plaster, kitchen chairs, pillows, and blankets. (It was meant to be easily taken down when we left.)

Kaiti plopped down, and we could tell she was exhausted even though she was invisible. She would need to take a power nap (at the very least) before we could do the location spell we planned to use to find where Chris was imprisoned. 

A guard rushed over to me and said, "The shelter's done."

I blinked. That had been surprisingly fast. I helped Tess and Annie get Kaiti over the hodgepodge shelter to lay down on the nest of blankets, pillows, and misolaniace stuffed animals. Kaiti curled up on the pile, and was out in seconds.

"And now we wait," Tess muttered as the three of them settled down on the blanket nest. The guards continued to fortify the alleyway in the most inconspicuous ways possible.

Tess was right. All we can do now is wait for Kaiti to power up for the tracking spell.

-Chris POV-

I fidget with a strand of my hair as I survey the mess of partying demons around me.

A many-eyed slime creature oozed past me, and I caught a few snippets  of conversation. "This brings me back to woodstock," she gurgled to her partner. 

I sigh and lead back onto the column, picking my jagged teeth with a sharp silver claw.

"Uh.. hi?" Someone said from behind me. I turned and saw a humanoid demon. He  gray/black rocklike skin with cracks throughout it that showed glowing lava underneath. Instead of hair, he had white-hot molten lava flowing down his back and over his shoulders. His eyes were a solid glowing white, like the center of a bonfire. His mask is a hanging black cloth embroidered with gold thread  that hides the bottom half of his face, as well as  a cape and pants of the same material. He's shirtless, and where his heart would be is a heart-shaped crack that all of the other glowing cracks lead off from.  A gold armband shaped like a cobra snakes up his right arm. He looks about my age, but you really can't tell with demons.

"Howdy," I said, giving a small wave with my free hand.

"I'm Cyrus," he continues, "what's your name?"

"Chris," I said, "can I call you Cy?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

We stand in silence for a minute, and I take an awkward sip of my gasoline cocktail. 

"So..." Cy mutters, rocking on his heels.

"So..." I repeat, looking at my drink. 

"D'you want to like, dance or something?" Cyrus asked.

I shrug. "Why not. I'm not sure how long it'll be until my ride's here, and there's not escaping so..."

He nods in agreement, and I wonder if he was imprisoned as well. 

I smash my glass against my collum, and hit the dance floor with Cyrus.

I wonder what Bruno's doing right now.

-Bruno POV-

I stride over to the weapons crate and retrieve my Hello Kitty baseball bat. It's got quite a bit of dried blood and zombie gore on the pink paint. I wipe some of it off with a rag, and wrap some barbed wire around the barrel. Then I hold it at arm's length, admiring my work.