Chapter 3: The Pyramid Head
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The door swung open and Marik looked at the features of the hotel. The doors were rusted with blood and the walls had strange words written on them that said:
"TIME FOR DAMNATION. YOUR SIN IS LIKE YOUR CRIME AND YOUR EXECUTIONER IS WAITING MARIK."
Marik reread it and he new that someone was after him, he just hoped that it wasn't his Yami or that it wasn't a religious crazed cult. He ignored it and proceeded to search through the hotel. He was still stumbling in the dark, being careful not to run into any demons. He then heard the sound of someone vomiting and he noticed the restrooms that he bumped into. He proceeded into the men's room and searched through it.
"Blue Creek hotels? They should call this wreck, 'Crack house hotel.' since this place seems to be falling apart." He thought. Then the sound of the vomiting again and he saw a man in one of the stalls, vomiting.
Marik then recognized the man. It was none other than Bandit Keith.
"Bandit Keith, are you okay?" Marik asked.
Keith stopped vomiting and he saw Marik standing behind him and jumped up, holding a 9mm.
"How did you know my name punk?" Keith asked, his finger on the trigger of the gun.
Marik pushed the gun from his face, knowing that it would be his last mistake.
"I....just hear your name in the newspapers." He lied.
"You must think I'm famous dick face," He laughed and saw that Marik wasn't laughing and frowned, "What kid, ya don't think that's funny?"
"Did you paint that one message on the wall?" Marik asked.
"No, I don't even know how that even got there. By the way umm..." Keith waited for Marik to say his name.
"Marik." He answered.
Keith scratched the back of his head and lowered his gun, "You already know my name, so just be careful. This shithole of a town is practically packed with those monsters."
"Will do." Marik said as he left the restroom.
Marik walked through the hallway, putting a tight grip on the gun, he then something hard hit his foot. He knelt down to pick it up and saw that it was a flashlight. He turned it on and proceeded through the hallway until he heard something walking, he turned around and saw nothing. Then he heard it again and shinned his light on the thing that was moving.
It was three four-legged mannequins.
The creature walked toward him and he fired several shots into the first one and killed it, and he eventually tried to shoot at the second one, but he was out of bullets.
"Damnit." Marik cursed. He then remembered the scythe and he unhooked it from his torso and swung at them, blood spurted in all three directions as he hacked apart the second one and the third one.
"Go back to the shithole where you belong." Marik cursed as he kicked the four-legged mannequin and flipped it off. He stepped over the corpses and walked up a set of stairs he found and found a rusted door. He opened it and proceeded through the walkway until he heard someone screaming.
He rushed to the other end of the hall where the scream came from and he opened the rusty door, a saw a girl at the age of 18 being attacked by something that looked like it's head was shaped like a triangle, its skin was rotting and it carried a large sword in its hand.
Marik unsheathed the rusted scythe.
"Hey Triangle face, over here." He shouted.
The demon turned around and walked up toward Marik, he backed away and Pyramid Head moved closer and swung at Marik. Luckily he ducked and only the head of the scythe was sliced apart, leaving him defenseless.
"Son of a bitch." Marik thought. He then felt his hand touch something rusted and it was a butcher knife. He then grabbed and jammed it through the bottom part of the demon's head, puncturing the rotting flesh and the skull of its head. It then grabbed Marik by the neck, the knife still stuck in its head.
"I will not go down to hell alone." A voice whispered and Pyramid Head threw Marik at the wall and he fell unconscious.
The world around him went completely blank as he saw only Pyramid Head in his eyes.
To Be Continued.