To Find the Infection 2: Gladiator

Chapter 18: New Troubles

"AAH, stay back devil!" the man shouted, holding a rake in his hands.

"Hah, what are you going to do with that pathetic weapon?" roared the monster that blocked the man's path. The monster reached into its black pant pocket. The frightened man stay completely still out of fear. The monster's eyes were deep purple, with red swirls spinning around with insanity. The monster stopped searching through his pocket, and cracked a wide sinister smile.

"Ah, here it is." he spoke. Out from his pocket, he pulled out a golden weapon. It looked like a glove, but towards the ends, where the knuckles of the monster's hand lay, sharp edges shot about one foot out, like sharp blades that could cut through anything. The monster chuckled as he placed it on his hand. He raised his hand to watch it shine against the moonlight above. "How would you like to die today?" the monster spoke again.

The man, out of extreme fear, dropped his 'weapon', and began to run away, terrified at the monster's weapon. He screamed as he darted the opposite way of the blocked path.

"I love it when they run." the monster spoke. He breathed out slowly. Then, before another second passed, his body vanished. Wind shot out from nowhere from were the monster stood, and brushed up against the man. The wind blew past the man, then dissapeared.

The man felt the wind, but kept running. He turned around to see no monster. He slowed to a stop, and sighed deeply of relief. He turned back around to see the monster's smile shinning right into his eyes. The man jumped back, only to realise that he felt like vomiting. He lurched over, and spat out a large amount of blood. Panic began to rise in the man. He looked towards the monster with a frightened stare.

"Look down." The monster spoke, pointing his gauntlets towards the man. The man's eyes quickly shot towards his torso. He gasped, then felt a slight difference. He could no longer feel his body below his torso. His scream pierced the woods around him, as his eyes shifted from his bleeding torso, to the monster's grin.

"Buh-bye." The monster spoke. He raised his bare hand, and gently pushed the man's chest backward. The man's upperbody fell clean off of his lower part. His expression stayed put as his now lifeless body hit the floor. His bloodshot eyes began to stare into the nothingness in the dark sky.

The monster smiled even wider. "Food." he muttered. He bent down to look at the dead man, his blood flowing from the open wounds. The monster began to salivate, and couldn't contain himself. He ferociously dug his teeth into the man's wound, and began to suck the blood out of his body. Within seconds, the body was completely pale, having lost every ounce of blood inside. The monster pulled out the man's heart, and began to bite into it, chewing every morsel like it was his last ounce of food.

The sun began to rise from beyond the hills that lie ahead. Rahk looked up after his fresh kill. His mouth was still drizzled with blood. The taste in his mouth was horrid. He coughed up a bit of heart-meat, and fell to his knees, trembling.

"Shit, not again." Rahk said. "I need to get away from here..."

As if someone had heard his demand, Rahk felt something. Something he had felt before, during the battle with Majotte. He looked towards the direction of the rising sun, and began to run towards the new feeling.

"It can't be...Zain?"

In other part of the world, where nothing was strange, and where news would never spread, a boy awoke from his slumber. He parted his black hair from his face, and looked around. Nothing new, a bunch of strange people were back in the marketplace where he worked as a salesman with his mother. He was in the back room, assembling items, when he fell asleep.

"I can't stand this anymore." The boy spoke. "Where are you...dad?"

He put his hands on the counter and lifted himself up. He quickly grabbed a white belt from the counter, and buckled up his black pants that he fell asleep with. He straightened out his wrinkled clothes, and in an instant, he was out of the marketplace, and running along the dirt trails. He smiled as he lept from tree trunk to tree trunk, and an occasional sprint inbetween. He leapt high into the air, much higher than the average man, and began to float in mid-air. This boy could fly. He shot deep into the forest, breaking through whatever was in his way. He could feel it again. The feeling had been bugging him for some time now. The feeling had come every day for four years already.

"I remember it," the boy thought, "as if I were there." He stopped in mid-flight, and closed his eyes. A blurred vision came into his head. A teenage boy with long golden hair was unleashing massive power against some sort of giant energy ball. On the attacking end, a horrible monster with horns was controlling the attack. The entire area became engulfed in the attack, then the vision ended.

"Every day, this feeling keeps calling me," he boy continued, "but today is different. Today, it want me, no matter what." The boy continued on his way, as fast as he could.

"Damnit father," Tanna said. "Why aren't you here for this?"