Chapter 7:
From Hell
Robbie Stuart did not stir at their arrival. Only once Miley gave a bloodcurling scream did he lazily focus his eyes and look up at his visitors.
Miley screamed.
She screamed until she had no more breathe to scream with. Her father sat in the centre of a red circle, painted with blood. Filling the circle was a ruby red pentagram. Red candles cast shadows all around the room, wavering here in there almost hypnotically, although there was no breeze. Painted symbols Miley could not understand decorated the circumference of the circle, as well as around the bright star that glittered in the candlelight.
Miley realized it was intensely hot in the basement. In fact, Miley didn't think she ever felt hotter in her life. It must have easily been at least one hundred degrees in the cellar. Miley's hair hung to her face in sweaty braids, and she had to blink out drops of sweat that rushed down her face.
Just as Miley's screams began to subside, she saw the most terrifying sight of all. The sight was worse than any nightmare she had ever had. A part of her sanity departed at that moment, to never return to its righteous place.
Erected near the back of the room were two wooden crosses. Lilly hung limply from the left cross, a steady stream of blood flowing from her wrists, soaking her shirt crimson red. A trail of dark blood ran from her lips. Her head lay still, downcast.
Across from her Oliver hung, killed in the same grotesque fashion, arms nailed to the cross.
Jackson and Miley stood paralyzed. Neither could move. A small part of Miley's mind was telling her to run, run as fast as she could and never stop. Yet she was unable to so much as blink. Her mind instantly went numb and her body catatonic.
A devilish smile split Robbie's face. However, instead of his usual glowing smile, his teeth were stained black with black blood oozing from his gums.
Miley felt puke rising inside her. She felt it travel up her esophagus, clawing at it in painful grasps. Yet it never left her body.
"Glad you could make the party. The more the merrier, after all." He reached over and grabbed a dagger, stained with blood. He stood up slowly, as if he were three decades older than his age.
"Come here Miley," Robbie whispered. "Daddy would like a word with you."
Suddenly, Lilly shot her face up.
Instead of eyes, there were black holes, exposing the insides of her head. Blood poured out of each socket. The darkness shrouded most of her features, but Miley could see no teeth in her mouth.
"Come Miley," she rasped. "Join us. Daddy's nice to us. Daddy's nice to all of us, Miley." Her pale face read no expression, save for a slight smile. "We all burn here. And when you die, you'll burn with us too!"
She gave a terrifying laugh and vomited her innards.
Miley looked away, tears obscuring her vision.
"Finally my time has come. The antichrist has risen Miley, and he's your DADDY!" he roared, lunging at Miley. His long hair swung wildly from his head as he leapt, blood dripping from his knife.
Miley stumbled backwards, then tripped. She looked from her father, or whatever demon it was that approached them, to Lilly's bloodstained corpse, now ripping its dead wrists from the posts it was bolted to.
Miley, finally regaining control of her legs, bolted up the stairs, but fell prematurely of even the first step. Something was holding her down.
She looked, and Jackson was holding her arm in a tight grip.
"Jackson, let go!" Miley shouted. "Jackson?"
He stared at her. "You can't leave now Miley. I finally have you right where I need you."
"Jackson, what are you doing! Please, let go!" Robbie was only a few steps away from them.
"You're the last piece of the puzzle. The blood virgin. You are all we need."
A terrible stench overwhelmed Miley as Robbie approached them. He smelled of rotting meat and dead animals.
Panic coursed through Miley's body, mixed with a fear she had never before experienced. The fear of imminent death, the most primal animal instinct overwhelming her body.
Robbie had reached her and Jackson. Not knowing what to do, Miley leaned back and punched Robbie in the face as hard as she could with her free hand. She hit him square in his nose, which immediately started to spurt blood like fireworks.
"Aaaah! You whore! I'll kill you!" he shouted, stumbling back.
Miley kicked Jackson hard in his stomach, which momentarily loosened his iron grip. One moment was all she needed. She wrung her sweaty wrist and broke free, starting hurriedly up the stairs. Tears flooded her vision, and her movements felt as if they were not her own; as if someone else was controlling them. Miley struggled to remain conscious as her head swam and light danced before her eyes. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard her father stomping up the steps towards her.
"Get back here! You're only making it worse!"
Miley skipped three steps at a time, and the last five steps into the kitchen.
Her foot struck the last step, sending her sprawling onto the hard kitchen linoleum.
Miley struggled to get back up, but it was too late. Robbie grabbed her right ankle, and forcefully pulled her down.
Miley struggled against her father's weight, but she couldn't overpower him. And even though she saw it coming, there was nothing she could do to stop the blade from coming down and embedding into her thigh.
Miley let her pent up breathe escape as the world around her swam. She was in agony she didn't think humans were capable of feeling. Blood pulsed around the metal stuck in her leg. Dark spots began to dance within her vision, which grew bigger and bigger. The pain was starting to alleviate as the rest of her senses did too.
Miley looked back and vaguely saw Robbie stand up. He pulled her by her hair to a standing position. She looked Robbie in the eyes, and if her vision hadn't been reduced to a small fraction of its normal range, she would have seen she was staring right at the eyes of the Devil.
Blood spurted onto her face. Although she sensed it, she made no effort to remove it. Miley had already forgotten she had hands to move and eyelids to blink.
Robbie fell to the ground, leaving behind him a smaller sized shadow of a person.
The child stood with a kitchen knife in his hands, dripping blood.
Miley heard shouting as she fell down towards the ground. She lay down on the floor, and reached for her wound. Her hand came back soaked in blood. Miley turned her head around, and then her vision faded to black.
To be continued…
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