CHAPTER FIVE
The wind picks up the pieces of old take-out boxes and past due bills that litter the alleyway behind the hospital and twirls them around above the cracked asphalt. As though given directions from an unseen force the wind suddenly ceases its ballet of sorts.
A figure creeps out one of the back exit doors and moves down the alleyway towards the dumpsters. It removes its hood and then pull a few assorted items, including a knife and chalice, from the folds of its baggy hoodie. Grabbing the knife from its place on the ground, the figure makes a steady, deep slice across the length of its thin, olive-toned thigh, catching the blood in the chalice. A pointy finger moves around in the blood.
"Are you ready, father?"
A car ambles along a stretch of deserted highway. The woman driving, oblivious to the peril she will soon be subjected to, switches the radio station and turns up the volume as Metallica's "Some Kind of Monster" begins playing.
The sky is pitch black and the trees on the side of the road seem to move of their own volition instead of with the wind.
The woman sings along to the song and beats on the steering wheel unaware of the large statue-like being blocking the road a mile ahead. As she draws nearer, it lets out a guttural yell and begins closing the distance between it and her approaching vehicle.
It takes the woman a half second to realize she is about to collide with something in the road. Veering to right, she runs her car off the road into the ditch, out of view of any cars that might happen to drive along the stretch of highway.
The monstrous creature approaches the vehicle and pulls the woman out of the car. Her scream and pleas for help echo in the night, but remain unanswered.
The monster pushes the car back up on the road and smears some of his victim's blood on the door.
A voice permeates its mind. A message.
"Are you ready, father?"
'I'm ready, daughter. Make sure the boys know of this attack,' it responds