Part 10
For an abandoned boathouse, it was pretty easy to get lost. I managed to guide myself out of the dark cellar. From the desks, littered with old papers and ancient typewriters, I assumed I had wandered into the section of the building were trading was dealt with. Confining myself to a tiny corner, I waited. Waiting on my brain conjuring my next move. The oozing wound across my abdomen throbbed continuously, my trembling white knuckled fingers clutched at it. From were Kira had slashed me, I could tell I had received my first scar from the battlefield. After taking a deep breathe, I ventured off again.
As I crept down the staircase, I was aware of heavy footsteps, causing me to freeze in alarm. Suddenly gun fire rippled through the air, mixed with booming and thunderous shouts. My chest tightened with anxiety as to what was unfolding on the level below. My eyes widened with terror as Kira appeared at the bottom of the stairs, wielding her bloody knife and grinning menacingly. Her eyes turned black as she made a sudden lunge at me. Recoiling in panic, a terrified squeal escaped my lips. Fleeing from the knife crazed demon, I bolted into a deserted staff room.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breathe as I scurried about, searching for a hiding place.
An empty storage closet provide a somewhat decent hiding place. I jammed my knees up against my chest, which in all honesty caused me great pain. Through the rotting wood I could her Kira's haunting laugh.
My shattered instincts had told me to hide in the most obvious place. What a dumb move. The titter advanced closer and closer until it was almost in my ear. Screwing my eyes shut, I dreaded the second that Kira discovered me. My eyes flew open in unison to the closet door. Kira was about to attack but her attempt to do so was interrupted, for she was struck across the head with a broken pipe. I was then confronted by an all too familiar face. Shaking, I glanced up, praying that what I was seeing wasn't an illusion.
"Dean?"
My brother had finally found me. With an expression of overwhelmed relief, he pulled me into a fierce embrace. I burst into tears at that moment, clinging to him like a koala bear, my bruised face contorted with anguish as I sobbed in his strong arms.
"Thank God" my brother repeated in a wavering whisper, rocking me back and forth.
The agony of my wound seared, causing me to wince with discomfort. My brother suddenly became aware of my physical injuries on inspecting me further.
"What did those evil sonofabitches do to you?," he demanded, angst riddling in voice as he noted my bruises. His eyes widened on seeing my blood soaked wound on my stomach, with gritted teeth he growled angrily. "I'm gonna kill them."
I knew he would say that. It was a typical reaction. There would be no stopping him unleashing his wrath upon the demons that caused me harm.
As he carefully helping me out of my hiding place, allowing me to take my time due to my injury, there was movement behind us.
Without warning, Kira was once again animated and charged towards us. Dean made a fatal mistake and spun around too soon. Blood spurted a vibrant scarlet as Kira ploughed her knife deep into his side.
"NOOOO!" I shrieked as my brother toppled to the ground.
To be continued….
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