CHAPTER 2

The Monster

Once I stepped into the door, I saw what the church really was.

"I remember now. This was the chruch that the vampire priest held Victoria as a hostage."

I had no idea that I said that out loud. The very moment I was done, I heard,"Hello my son.

If you were about to confess your sins, you've found the right place."

This man gave me a feeling of darkness and sadness, as if the feeling of death hit me once I

came through the doorway.

I looked for the door and started to walk to the one that was on my left. I turned my head to

the left and saw that the pale looking priest was walking in my direction. I turned my head back but

when I was about to grab the handle, I felt something grabbing me, like a sumo wrestler was holding

me down. In the background, I heard Shadow growling. I was pulled back and shoved against the

wall of the chruch where the crucifix was. The moment I hit the hard floor, I felt my ribs crack and I

stared to cough up a lot of blood. With all the breath I could manage, I yelled out Shadow's name,

hoping she would come to my rescue. My sight was fading in and out, and I turned my head to see

the monster that was the priest. A tear came across my face and I yelled,"I don't want to die, and

there is no way i'm joining your ghoul army!"

"No, my child. I don't call them servants or ghouls or anything," said the priest.

He came to me and grabbed me by the arm. The force of his grip on my arm felt like it was

being crushed by the foot of a rhino. When he grabbed me, he tossed me across the entire inside of

the church. Once I hit the wall, a sharp feeling came across my body and it felt like something

sharp stabbing in my chest. The injury was so great that I could not stop coughing up blood. I saw

that when he grabbed me, he left a large cut across my left arm. I looked back up at him and it

looked like he had some of my blood on his hands. The moster looked at the blood that was left on

his hand and started to lick it off. He gave me a look of enjoyment and stared back at me, giving me

a grin that The Joker would be proud of. He then started to walk toward me. With every step he took,

my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my mouth. Out of nowhere, I saw Shadow launch at him

and wrap her sharp teeth around his shoulder.

"Get the hell off of me, you mutt!" he yelled, grabbing the dog by her throat and tossing her

aside as if she was a feather. He then looked back at me and progressed across the church

walkway. When he came about a foot near me, I heard the knob to the church door turn. He gave

me a look of anger, one that told me he would come for me when he is done. Once the door was

open, I could see that it was Victoria.

She came out, holding her gun. The monster was able to hide me in the shadows. The very

moment she stepped in, I knew that I was now in the story where everything started.

"The church is always looking for those who are in distress." I knew that I could save

Victoria, but I can't destory the story.

"Good evening, father,"said Victoria.

"And a very good evening to you, young lady. So fresh, so full of life. So frightened of the

creatures that roam the night, poor little thing," said the priest.

"Are you really a priest?" asked Victoria.

The very moment he was about to say something, I screamed at the top of my lungs,

holding my father's copy of the Jackal.

"Hold it," I cried, holding my chest, the pain coming off of it. I could not focus while trying to

make a head shot. I gave him a small smile. A monster like him would know that something was

about to happen.

"What the fuck are you doing, you foul human?! That was not part of my plan!" he screamed,

coming at me with a speed I could not calculate. The very moment I blinked, he was in my face. But

the very moment I was about to say something, he held me by my neck. The very force of his grip

was so great that once he grabbed my neck, I passed out. I was surprised when I found that I was

that even though I was unconcious, I could hear the whole event. The feeling of his grip around my

neck went down to my shoulders. I felt warm air hit my neck and someone making a hissing noise.

I knew what was about to happen and tears started to come down my face.

"Stop right there!" someone screamed, followed by the familiar growling of Shadow. The

poor creature must've been in major pain. I then heard a clicking sound and everything just went off

like a switch. A cold feeling came to my chest and started to spread. I knew that death was

welcoming me with open arms. I could not let my life slip through my own hands. The very moment

I knew I was finished, a light came through the darkness that was about to take my life and it

showed memories of my past. This light showed me everything. The good and the bad. The very

moment it showed me walking into the doorway, the light just disappeared. I held my hands to my

face and started to cry. I let everything out. My pain, my anger. The only thing I never noticed was

that my teardrops were doing something. The light was becoming stronger. A feeling of warmth

came to me and the pain felt like it was disappearing.

I knew that I had just freed myself from the cold arms of death and I was now able to open

my eyes.

The first thing I saw was the stone ceiling and the walls. I heard a beaping sound coming

from my right and I saw an elderly man, close to his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair, tied into a

ponytail. I looked to the left and noticed a younger man that seemed to not know what he was doing.

The elderly man came to my bedside and pulled out a sedative, injecting it into an IV that ran

through my arm. The pain that was coming off my arm became numb. It didn't take long for me to

realize that I was now in a hospital. The beeping sounds were coming from the heart monitor.

"Take it easy. You're one of the lucky ones," the man told me.

"Yeah," I said as he wrote something down on the clipboard.

"You had an open wound that traveled across your left arm. You also suffered two to three

broken ribs. Oh, and you had internal bleeding, caused by the broken ribs. And lastly, a slight

concussion that did not damage you skull," added the second doctor, acting like he was new to the

work place.

The other doctor told me that I had to rest and that it would take two months for me to heal.

He grabbed something from his pocket, a special pill to stop the pain.

"The pills are made by our best medical staff that we have, so you will be taken care of

before we even know what to do with you."


The hard part is coming up for me, and the story.