Unknown POV
It was pouring outside. The rain barely seeped through the high trees of the forest, leaving both of us with his struggling grunts. He thrashed around in my arms, trying to break his hands free from the grip I had around his wrists.
''Quit struggling!'' I barked at him, only for him to fight back even more. It was annoying me more than it should have.
I took both of his wrists in one hand, reaching for my knife that sat in my back pocket before pressing the blade to his neck. He stopped struggling against me, the grunts that seeped through the bag stopping abruptly in fear.
''I'll kill you before we even get there,'' I started. He let out a shaky sigh in response, trying his best not to move a muscle. ''He wants you, not me. You're fighting the wrong guy.''
I don't know if he stopped from fear or curiosity, but he let me push him further into the abandoned woods.
''Good. You'll just tire yourself out.''
We finally got to the abandoned house after an hour or two of walking. I was basically dragging his tired legs as we walked up to the front door, my eyes meeting Aren's dark ones.
''You got him?'' He asked, pointing towards the kid who stayed quiet under the bag. I shrugged my shoulders, looking towards the shaking hands of the boy. He was terrified.
''There were three of them, to my surprise. I just took the one that looked the weakest.'' I said to him. ''The boss has a lot of grandchildren.'' I continued, walking inside of the house behind him once he unlocked the door.
The adults and children stood waiting for me on either side of the dirty walls. Some stood on the broken downstairs as they looked down at the three of us, awaiting orders from Aren and I.
''All of you to your rooms. I told you guys not to wait around like this.'' He scowled. Some of the children tugged on their mother's dresses, but they persisted.
''Did you do it? Did you kill her?'' An old woman asked me. She was struggling to stand even with her cane while her whole body shook. She looked like she was ready to croak at any minute.
''I wonder what would happen if we gave her some McDonald's sprite.'' I started, looking over at Aren's angry eyes. ''Oh god, or even some pop rocks! That would be funny.''
''Shut up, ghost. Just shut up.''
We eventually got everyone to go to their rooms. The house was more like a big haunted mansion you'd see in those shitty 80's movies with a bedsheet for a ghost. The rooms look like they were straight out of a horror movie with the wallpaper ripped and the hardwood scratched, but the moms around the house tried their best to make it liveable. Not like it made them any better people for bringing their kids here, but who am I to talk!
We dragged him up to where the boss's room was, where he waited for the three of us. The hallways buzzed with children who peeked through the doors to look at us, mothers who looked at me disapprovingly as they held onto their wrists. It didn't make any sense to me, to be honest. Is it the big scar across my eye? Maybe the mask that I never take off? Oh, or maybe the fact that I'm their 'God's' assassin? It's honestly a load of bullshit if I'm being honest with you.
I'm only here cause he said he'll give me housing and a place to hide. I'm on the wanted list, basically. Society doesn't like sexy murderous men anymore, apparently. They loved Ted Bundy, but when it comes to Ghost? Nah.
I mean, I guess they killed him too. It's whatever.
He sat there waiting for us in his office chair he made me steal for him. He slowly turned himself around once he heard our footsteps, his crazed blue eyes looking between the three of us with a deranged smile.
''Those spinny chairs are the real deal, I'm telling you.'' I told him. He let out a weak laugh as I pushed the kid down in the chair in front of him, a faint sigh of relief escaping his throat as he sat down. His feet and legs must have been tired.
''This is my grandchild?'' He asked me. I nodded my head, reaching behind him and untying the string that held the bag closed around his neck.
''One of them. He had triplets, apparently. It was a mind fuck trying to figure out why there was one in each room.'' I admitted. His eyes widened at my words, leaning forward with a shaky hand to pull the bag off of his head.
He let out a huge gasp of breath once the bag was gone. He looked around frantically at the three of us, his ice-blue eyes screaming 'What the hell is this place!' as he looked around. 'It's dirty as hell in here!'
He probably wasn't thinking that last part.
''Wow... He really does look like Matthew.'' He mumbled, bringing silence between all of us. He snapped his head towards the man who sat in front of him with confused eyes.
''How do you know my dad?'' He asked with a shaky voice. He scoffed at his words, pressing his back against the cushioned spinny chair.
''Do I know your dad... I brought him to this world, my child. What is your name?''
He was hesitant. His frail body was shaking in fear as he tried to find the words to speak, his breath hitching as he tried not to burst into tears. I almost felt bad for the kid.
''Wouldn't he already know if he was God?'' I mumbled to Aren. ''Like... Come on-''
''Malachi... Ivy.'' He eventually mustered out. The boss nodded his head, a faint smile lingering on his dry lips.
''My last name is Ivy too. We have a lot more in common than you think, Malachi...'' He started. He pushed his chair closer to him, Malachi's tired eyes widening in fear.
''Malachi was a prophet. The book of Malachi was made to correct the social behavior of the Israelites... He was a messenger.'' He told him. Malachi stayed quiet as he spoke to him, clenching his fists to stop them from shaking so much.
''You are my messenger, Malachi. This is your purpose.'' He told him. Malachi's eyes began to tear up at the words.
''What does that even mean? Your breath stinks!''
''I know right?'' I mumbled. I earned a jab in the side from Aren.
''You're going to tell me everything about your family. Addresses... relations... everything you can possibly think of the top of your blond head.'' He said to him. Malachi began shaking his head, the tears freely streaming down his pale face now.
''You're gonna hurt them! I know what that guy already did to my grandma!'' He cried out, whipping his head around and pointing a shaky finger in my direction. The way he was looking at me almost made me feel bad for doing it.
But not really. I don't really give a fuck. She was one out of hundreds.
''We are fixing this world, Malachi... Don't you want to join me?'' He said, grabbing him by the arm to meet his eyes. ''This world... It's corrupt! Injust! Satanists rule MY world-''
''What do you mean? They haven't done anything! Uncle Gabriel doesn't even-''
''UNCLE?''
The room grew silent. The boss was shaking now, his grip on Malachi's wrist growing tighter.
''It's true. They married and had kids.'' Aren mumbled to him. His deranged eyes always made me uncomfortable, even though he was just an old man with daddy issues.
''Disgusting... absolutely horrid,'' He started. He looked like he was gonna pass out from the new information.
''You need your blood pressure pills, sky daddy? I can go get them-''
''I didn't think that abomination would stay with him!'' He hissed out. He suddenly looked at Malachi, grabbing him by the hairs of his head, and smashed his face off of the table they sat across from each other from. Malachi let out a yelp of pain as he lifted up his bleeding head again, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
''WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES! WHO DO I NEED TO KILL!''
''Nobody! You don't need to kill anyone, dude!''
''NO SATANIST BLOOD WILL BE ON MY SIDE! I WILL RIP THEM LIMB BY LIMB!'' He hissed in his face.
''You can try. I think you'd get out of breath, big man.'' I told him. He suddenly snapped his head up towards me, slamming Malachi's head back down on the table.
''Ghost... I want you to bring my son's children to me.''
''I just did. He's literally right in front of you.'' I mumbled to him. He rolled his eyes at my words, letting out a shaky sigh.
''No. My son Luke... He apparently had children with a man named Gabriel Lancaster. I need both of them. I NEED ALL OF THE LANCASTERS DEAD!'' He screamed, slamming his fist down on the table. He looked like a big man-baby who was waiting for his dinner to be served.
''Man, why do you hate them so much? What did they do to you?''
He looked at me with eyes I didn't really see before.
''They defy God. There isn't enough room on this earth for imperfections. I will cleanse this earth until all that is left are my followers. They interfere with the world's order.'' He said to me, his voice raspy and low. He looked over at Malachi with resentment one last time.
''Torture him until you get information. I'm done fighting with him.''