Like I said, VERY shortly. This chapter gets really exciting, I'm pretty proud of it. Don't worry, the core plot kicks in around the next chapter. Leave a review or follow me if you would like to. Thank you for reading.

UPDATE: changed the interrogation scene.

Chapter 3: Rotten to the core

After dispatching the tyrant of Townsville, Isaac took a stroll down the streets of a ghetto slum, lit with bonfires and flickering street lights. The residents scurried back into the darkness like cockroaches as he made his way down the street, thinking about Grim's offer.

"I do need the money." He thought "I'm running out of ammo and..." his stomach grumbled. "...ugh."

In a cracked television store window, a news report broadcasted some breaking news.

"Only hours ago, the mayor of Townsville was murdered in his office in the town hall along with many of his security staff." the news anchor reported "No security cameras were functional during the attack, making investigators suspect the attack was organised and skillfully perpetrated. Witnesses on the scene say they didn't see the perpetrator, saying 'he could be anyone'. The Mayor's assistant, Miss Sara Bellum, being the highest in authority and the only survivor has been chosen as the acting Mayor until, finally, a democratic election is organised"

"Thank God for that!" Isaac said to himself.

As he began to walk away from the window, he passed a normal-looking, middle-class woman who behaved like she was being overly careful. He thought nothing of it until he passed a ragged, shady-looking man who was most likely hopped up on something. He took a look over his shoulder to find that the man followed the woman into an alleyway.

"Ah, you're kidding me." he murmured, rolling his eyes.

He moved into that alley to find the man knocking her out, then binding her hands. Isaac bolted up to him and jump kicked him, sending him flying down to the other end of the alley. As he hit the ground, he turned his head toward him and hissed.

Isaac pulled his revolver and said, "Don't get back up!".

"You're dead, asshole!" the perp snarled.

Isaac approached him, noticing the glowing green fluid dripping down his chin.

"Necroplasm? You're a demon!"

The perp then sprung tentacles from his back and claws protruded from his fingers.

"Scraaaaw!" it roared.

It leapt at him ferociously, but Isaac plugged a shot into his shoulder, forcing him to come crashing to the ground.

"Aaaaahrrgh!" it squealed.

He kicked the demons head up, throwing him over onto his back.

"Where did you come from!?" he interrogated "Who let you out!?".

"I ain't tellin' you anythin'!"

Isaac drew his cross, pointing it at the demon.

"You think that scares me?!" it shouted.

Isaac flipped it open like a butterfly knife, and a long blade sprung from it.

"Surprise!" Isaac said before impaling the demon through the shoulder.

"Aaargh!" it shouted as his flesh sizzled at the swords touch.

"A...A God sword!? I thought only the samurai…"

"Yeah, one of a kind!" Isaac interrupted "Now answer!" and twisted the blade.

"Aaaaargh! Okay! Okay! I-I was part of an operation going down in Bellwood! Converting mortals into demons!"

"…where in Bellwood?!"

"I don't remember! I swear! Please, I've only been alive for a week!"

Isaac pulled the sword from his shoulder.

"Argh! Th-thank yo..."

Swiftly, Isaac beheaded the demon with a quick swipe. The blood spurting from his neck lit aflame like gasoline after touching the holy steel and sprayed across the wall. Isaac took the woman to a nearby hospital, got on his motorbike and began his trip to Bellwood, to find and end this new demon threat.

Bellwood used to be a small town known for alien and UFO sightings, now it's a futuristic mega-city crawling with all sorts of creatures and beings from all around the galaxy. With such high immigration, Bellwood naturally ran itself into the ground. The city was just as tall as it was wide, so Isaac had his work cut out for him this time around. He found a hotel room and patrolled the streets for about a week. As he patrolled on the Friday of that week, he passed through some grim and slimy backstreets, a place where no natural light dared go. Through some persuasion and inflicted violence, Isaac found a lead going through there. He felt that asking any of the 'people' on that street about any occurrences was about as useful as a pet rock, considering none of them spoke any languages from this planet. Passing an extremely smelly meat shop, a huge butcher tossed out some bum with scaly crab skin trying to steal some green meat, shouting some alien gibberish through his cuttlefish mouth that sounded something like

"Gisdan iblikash! Zudor! Zudor!"

The bum scuttled under some trash bin to feast on whatever he got his feelers on.

"Poverty didn't look this bad when they were just humans." Isaac thought.

He checked every alleyway he passed, considering that's the place where trouble always is but didn't find anything notable except a wanted poster for a guy dubbed "the Cereal Killer" with a C. Eventually he heard a noise from around the corner.

"Creeeeyaaaawwww!" followed by screams of fright.

He pulled out his revolver, now in its own holster this time, and investigated. To the left, he saw aliens and a few humans fleeing from the scene, and to the right, a sewer lid being pulled over a porthole. Isaac checked the lid before thinking of climbing down and found the key to his trail. Necroplasm, aka demon blood and their source of power.

Making his way through the sewer, Isaac found that human sewers were more pleasant than multi-species sewers. He followed the trail of necroplasm into a hole in the wall, finding a lump of black flesh with tentacles and teeth pulsating and squirming. It very slowly changed into a humanoid shape, then began to change its colour from greenish-black to pale skin colour, shifting into a scrawny, pale humanoid form.

It got up and said "Argh! Is this seriously our possession standards?" pinching at his frail skin "needle marks and mal-nourishment?"

Isaac revealed himself and pointed his weapon at the creature.

"The fuck are you?" he asked

"Human!" it shouted as it lunged towards Isaac.

Isaac simply kicked the demon into the sewer wall, shooting him in the shoulder.

"Argh! It burns!"

"That pain is a result of a little something I made called 'gelatin holy-water tip rounds'. Effective! Very painful. Now, I'm gonna give you five seconds to tell me where you were possessed, and I might just let you go. Or not. Who knows?" he said jokingly.

"Oh come on!" It pleaded "They'll recycle me if I go back!"

"I can risk it" he cocked the hammer, "What I can't do is repeat myself"

"Alright! Jeez!" he said before he formed black clothes around his skin.

Isaac cringed, "Bizarre".

Isaac had his gun to this demon for about an hour as it took him through multiple stories and public transport vehicles, eventually leading him to a huge, abandoned-looking complex building with a small door around the back of it.

"Alright, knock." Isaac told the demon as he leaned against the wall beside the door.

"Wait, just knock?"

"Well it's a door, isn't it!? Knock!"

"Okay! Okay!"

"Do it!"

"I'm doing it!" it said as it knocked on the metal door.

The eye-level peek hole slid open, revealing a pair of yellow glowing slit pupil eyes.

"What is it?!" the doorman shouted.

"Uhh, I'm the escapee?"

"Wait, you just…came back?"

"Uhh…" looking at Isaac "…yes."

"Okay wait there." he said before sliding the peephole shut.

The demon noticed Isaac fiddling with something, "what's that?"

"It's nothing, eyes forward!" Isaac commanded.

"Alright! Jeez!"

The peephole opened up to reveal a new pair of eyes "yep! That's him. Let him in, and call back the search party!"

He opened the door to let the demon in, just before Isaac slapped a brick of C4 on his back, booted him inside, then took cover before detonating it. The glass windows above blew out, raining glass on Isaac's head as he stormed the building, pistol in his right hand, sword in his left.

He glided through their numbers, disembowelling any demon in his wake. Making his way down each floor and clearing them out.

Earlier, in the basement of the building, two demon thugs pulled out a distressed little girl from a room, locking it behind themselves. They dragged her all the way to a restraining table, tying her down as she fought back, no matter how much she kicked and screamed. When she was finally restrained, she looked up at the ceiling and saw something that silenced her cry. A massive, warping, pulsating mound of black flesh dangling from the ceiling. It was completely covered in eyes, all moving independently. One of the thugs climbed up the scaffolding placed around it, then reached out and grabbed an eye. It squealed as he ripped it from its socket. The little girl was in a state of complete catatonic shock, unable to take her eyes off him as he walked over with this wriggling eye in his grasp. The other demon held her head down as he brought a scalpel into her field of vision.

She began to scream again, shouting "PLEASE! DON'T! PLEASE STOP!".

"You'll thank us later little one! hehehe!"

Suddenly, the ceiling and walls rattled as a loud BOOM blasted upstairs.

"The hell was that?!" said the demon with the scalpel.

"Sounds like we're under attack! Let's get up there!"

"Alright!" he replied, placing the scalpel on the table next to them, "You stay right here, Girly!".

They both made their way to the door, before it flew open with Isaac on the other side, shortly before he blew a hole in both of their heads.

He reloaded his pistol as he walked over to the table, staring at the beast on the ceiling. All its eyes looked at him simultaneously, the pupils quivering in fear.

He said, "No way there's a God if that exists".

"HELP!" shouted the girl, "UNTIE ME! PLEASE!".

"Oh shit!" Isaac exclaimed, running over to the table then unstrapping her.

She leapt onto him and hugged him tightly.

"I was so scared!" she cried.

"It's... it's okay now. You're okay."

"Th-there are more people in that room!" she said pointing at the door they dragged her out of, down the other end of the room.

"Okay. I'll free them, but I have to do something first. Stay here."

"O-okay." she said, drying her tears.

He made his way down some more stairs, then found a door with the word "BOSS" poorly written on it. He kicked the door in, only to be met with a storm of heavy machine-gun fire, unloading into the space of the doorway. He pulled his bulletproof cloak over himself and ran inside, deflecting every round that hit him. As he reached the desk with the MG mounted on it, he kicked the desk up, throwing the machine gun into the air. He leapt over the desk and speared his sword at the shooter, going straight through his chest and out his back, pinning him to the wall. Fiery liquid poured from the wound in his chest as Isaac landed in front of him and firmly gripped the sword handle. He pushed the sword up slightly, parting its flesh even further as it slowly bled out.

"Argh!" it moaned.

"Who set up this operation?" Isaac demanded

"Nothing you do will be as bad as what he'll do to me!"

"Really? I gotta knack for competition!" Isaac replied, continuing to lever the sword upward, splitting his chest and rib cage up the middle and toward his throat.

"ARGH! AAAARGH!" he screamed, blood gradually filling his throat, "AAARGH! OKAY! OKAY! HIM! IT'S HIM! HE'S...he's got operations like this across the globe, in every country! So when he wins the war against the Reapers, he'll have an army waiting to fight by his side when he comes back to finish the job! That's all I know!"

Goosebumps travelled up Isaac's back as he heard the demon's confession.

"He's not finished with us." he murmured in realization.

"I'm already dead for telling you that!" the demon shouted, "Just kill me!"

Isaac thought for a moment, "No" he replied.

"What! No, please!"

"But before that..." he instructed the demon "...you're gonna send him a message. If he fucks with my world again, he's fucking with me! And he doesn't want to fuck with me." Isaac ripped the sword from the demon's chest, necroplasm pouring from his wound.

"Gaaargh!" he gurgled as he fell to the floor.

"Got it?!"

"Uh...I..." the demon stuttered.

"And if I see you on my world again..." assured Isaac, lifting the demon's chin with the tip of his blade, "...I know a few good ways to make your kind suffer."

"OKAY!" he shouted, "I won't come back!"

Isaac kicked the demon in the head, hard enough to knock him out.

He went back up the stairs and freed the remaining people. The last hostage, however, looked strangely familiar. He was old, short, and wore a foul-smelling, decrepit bunny costume.

"Hold up," he said, stopping the man from leaving the room.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

"…you're that Cereal Killer"

"…I…All I wanted was some Lucky Captain Rabbit King Nuggets!"

"Of course you did." he said before booting him back inside and locking the door again.

"WAIT!" he shouted from behind the door, "LET ME OUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Making a call" he replied before he threw a few bricks of c4 on the demon, and on all the structural supports for the building on the way out.

After Isaac and the people left the building, he pulled out the detonator and flicked the switch.

KABOOM!

The building went up in a spectacular explosion. Rubble flying in all directions, flame-spewing from the windows as it slowly but surely collapsed. Isaac waited patiently in front of the blazing structure for about five seconds before Grim arrived.

"You called?" Grim asked.

"Yep, and I've made a decision."

"Hmm?"

"I thought I could push him down, thinking I could just focus on fixing what he ruined, but he was rotting it from the inside out this whole time, right under my nose."

"…So?"

"There's only one way to deal with this. To kill a cancer, you have to cut it out at the source."

UPDATE:

Thanks for reading guys! We've reached 104 readers now! I'm glad that so many people are interested enough to read onto the next chapter, but I am sad to tell you guys that I will be busy for the coming months. I was accepted into university to study game development, which is a high priority to me as a content creator. We might get two or three chapters this year, depending on my free time, and I don't know how much of my free time I'll use for this. I'm sorry if you were using this to tide your thirst for a story in between Bleedman's page uploads, that might not be the case now. Another problem I'm having is that not allot of you guys are writing any reviews, like at all. Out of the 104 readers, we've had ONE review, a positive one, but one none the less. I don't want to pressure you guys but this is a learning experience for me, and to learn I need criticism or at least a little feedback. I hope you understand. Who knows, maybe I could make this into a free unity game one day! #BleednSpaghettiGame? We can dream. Hey how bout that Samurai Jack Season 5 trailer ey?! Pretty sweet right?