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Ezabella (Eza)

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Chapter 2:

Bryan removed the cloth from the corpse, revealing the face.

Tala couldn't believe his eyes, this guy was the same one from his dreams. But his platinum blonde hair were not matted red this time. His eyes were closed in a blissful sleep, from which he would never wake up.

How was this possible? How was he real? He couldn't dream of a real person he'd never met? He was not from the abbey, he remembered each and every face from there, alive or not. Unless they'd met before that.

Sharp pain pierced his skull, he gasped, kneeled on the ground and clutched his head.

"Dammit."

His mind got lost in the memories which he couldn't see clearly. His ears ringed, his eyes were bloodshot and his breath came in short.

Spencer patted his back lightly, "Tala, you okay, man?"

"What's with the reaction, it's not like this is the first time you've seen a corpse." Bryan said.

"Shut up!" Tala screamed.

Bryan grimaced and scratched his chin, "Take him out. Ian and I'll join you two later."

Spencer put Tala's head across his shoulder and grabbed his torso to haul him up. "Where is he?"

Bryan looked around, looked like Ian had decided to snoop, he furrowed his brows, "Where is the old man? Well fuck that and get out. I'll get him."

The moment they left, Bryan observed the corpse, the guy wore a black tee, white blazer and dress pants, none of them looked cheap. 'Micheal Philip sound such a made up name, the guy looked Russian.'

He found a gold coin with black rose drawn on it in his pockets. It looked weird, so he pocketed it. It was not allowed but if the old man was not going to do his duty properly, he was not going to follow the rules either.

'Come to think of it, why's this place so empty. There should be more than just one old man.'

He checked the reception, no one. He decided to check out the room in the back. It was dark, so he switched on the light. There were row after row of shelves with all kind of equipment. His steps echoed as he wandered inside the room.

"Ian! Where'd you gone, you pipsqueak!"

He heard shuffling of feet, and then someone knocked something heavy to the ground. Bryan followed the sound warily, a shiver went down his spine.

Abruptly, a scalpel came flying in his direction, he hardly avoided it, it succeeded in tearing the skin close to his right eye.

'Shit'

He quickly hid behind a shelf full of paint bucket, blood started flowing from the wound like water. In front of him there were a few pipes and screw drivers, he picked up one of the decent sized pipe and two screw drivers, he unsealed a paint buckets. And threw it, where the scalpel had came from. There was a splash, a howl of pain and sputtering, followed by a string of obscenities in Russian.

Bryan came out from his spot and saw Ian's curled on the ground clutching his abdomen, drenched in paint, so was the old man, who looked fine but a little miffed, he stood up and threw away his glasses.

"Such an inconvenience, did you enjoyed making a mess, young man?" His high pitched voice had become less screechy and more melodic.

"You fucking tore my eye out?"

"Did I? Too bad, but you caught me by surprise."

"What did you do to Ian?"

"A little disciplinary action against, your little friend here. You see, he was trying to steal something important."

'Isn't that too much, for an old guy?' "Whatever, you got it right? So, we're leaving."

The guy brandished a dagger, the glint of the metal almost blinded Bryan.

"I'm afraid you can't that do, you see. I've got friends, who are dying to meet you, they're on their way here. It'd be rude to not wait." He had a maniac grin on his face.

"Who are these friends again?" They had to get out, but he was not letting this maniac skin Ian. He walked toward them.

"That's the surprise." Old man smiled, reading his intent.

"Wouldn't want to ruin it." Bryan ran toward him swinging the pipe, the old man dodged more gracefully than he should've and sliced his dagger at Bryan, catching his bicep. Bryan used the butt of the pipe and hit the old man's elbow of the hand holding the dagger, it clattered on the ground. He pulled back the other fist to throw a well placed punch on the jaw which missed its mark, his hand was caught by a strong grip, that used his momentum to catapult him into a shelf, it broke into half. Bryan's whole body hurt from the impact.

Before the old man could move, Ian grabbed his legs, making him trip. He freed one of his legs and tried to kick him on the face, but Ian bit his leg and tore a chunk of flesh off of it, causing a scream to erupt from the man. Who now flailed his limbs like a fish, before trying to elbow Ian, who scratched his face, and tore a fistful of skin from his face, but instead of blood, there was another layer of skin, the sight caught him off guard and earned him a punch to the face and he howled.

The imposter, pulled a gun from his clothes and pointed at Ian. As he was about to pull the trigger another pair of arm grabbed his gun arm, the gun shot in the wall near by. The two of them managed to pin him to the ground, but he only laughed, "You've wasted enough time, I've completed my job."

"No, you haven't." Ian said, his words were slightly garbled due to injuries on his face.

There was an explosion outside the building, they both looked at each other in shock. And the man laughed, and laughed, but stopped all of a sudden, as Bryan had knocked him out by hitting his head with the butt of the gun.

"What do we do, now?" said Ian, he pinched his nose.

"It's all your fault." Bryan said.

"Because, I would've already known about this." Ian rolled his eyes and then winced.

Bryan phone rang, he picked it.

"Run from the back door, there's a house behind you, the street in front of it opens at the crossing. I'll pick you up there." Spencer said from the other side.

"You can't leave us, like that. We're injured and not exactly presentable."

"Tala's out, if I stay all of us will get caught and if you stopped whining. It's just a mile run."

"You're not making a good case for yourself, you know."

"There are five black jeeps, and a lot of people with real guns and muscle."

Bryan and Ian groaned.

"Be careful."

"Okay Mom." Ian chimed and Bryan ended the call.

They got out of the back door, and sneaked into the house, almost causing someone to see them. They barely dodged bullets as they reached the street and made a break for it, while they could.

Good thing, years of training had not failed them, they made it out to the crossing. Bad thing, some of the goons were tailing them and Spencer or their mini-truck were nowhere in the site.

They would try to blend in the crowd, but being drenched in blood or paint wasn't actually a common sight.

The honk of the truck caught their attention with the black jeeps hot in it's pursuit. The doors at the back flew open and from the look on Spencer's face he was not going stop the vehicle, the bit it slowed they crawled in as fast as they could and it picked up the pace again, Bryan almost tumbled out but Ian grabbed him. They manage to close the door with difficulty, after a while, Ian asked Spencer, "Did we lose them?"

"We did"

Relief washed over him as he fell asleep.

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