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My life sucked. Big time. Not only did I lose my safety net I also lost two of the bags with diamonds. I was lucky they didn't search me too thoroughly otherwise I wouldn't even have one bag. I just hope this is enough. You see I was hired, I use the word hired loosely, to take the diamonds from the pawn shop and deliver them to the client. When someone knocks on your door in the middle of the night telling you to steal something or they'll kill you how can you refuse? I had to meet them at the cemetary on the east side which was a very expensive cab ride away. Why couldn't we meet in a Starbucks or even a McDonalds for christs' sake! You know what scratch the McDonalds idea. I'd rather be in a dark cemetary full of dead people rather than a fast food place that could be the death of you.
So after one incredibly long cab ride later I'm at the cemetary with no idea where my client is. I'm at the right place aren't I? That's when a mercedes drives out of nowhere and stops in front of me. The windows were tinted so I hadn't a clue who it was. When the window rolls down I move closer ready for the exchange.
"You have my diamonds?" says a voice through the open window. Pulling the bag out of my pocket I hold it out for the man to take. A hand reaches across and takes it. A few seconds later the voice spoke again.
"Where are the rest? There should be more".
"The cops showed up and took them. Not sure how they knew I was there though".
"...I see. Does anyone else know about this?"
My stomach started doing flips. Something wasn't right here. "No. That's how you wanted it right?"
"Yes you're right".
I'm about to ask him about my money when I see a flash of silver in the moonlight and I duck out of instinct. Not a second later there's an echo of a gunshot and I'm running like there's no tomorrow. I weave around the headstones, already hearing footsteps behind me. I had to hide. If I stayed in the open for too long then I was as good as dead. A McDonalds was starting to sound really good right now. I dart to the left and use the wall of a crypt for cover while I caught my breath. The thing was huge! Whoever lay here must of been an amazing or astonishing person.
I stick to the wall as I creep along it until I'm at the corner. No one was there, at least for now. I made it the rest of the way to the crypts door and snuck in. Hopefully they won't mind me crashing here for a bit. Afterall they have the space and it was well lit too. I turn around and see why. "Oh crap".
In front of me were a dozen people dressed in black cloaks with a web design over it and they were standing over a coffin. A open coffin...with a dead person in it...creepy.
We continue to stare at each other for what felt like hours, too surprised at what just happened. Hopefully they're one of those friendly cults that hug trees and dance naked.
"Kill him" said one of them.
I just had to jinx it didn't I? The group reach into their cloaks and pulled out hand guns with one or two having semi automatics. Anyone order swiss cheese? Because that's what I'm going to end up as if I don't do something!
A miracle appears in the form of two men in suits carrting machine guns opening the crypt door. No doubt these suits were the ones chasing me earlier and now I was stuck between two sets of people who want me dead. If this is Gods' idea of a joke then he is a sick omnipotent being.
The first shot is fired by one of the cult members who takes a shot at one of the suits but misses and only puts a chip in the wall. I dive to the left as all hell breaks loose with the two groups trying to kill the other while completely ignoring me. The suits seemed to have the upper hand because they could use the door for cover while the cult was stuck with nowhere to hide. They didn't seem to care about that though because they seemed to be protecting someone stood over the cofffin chanting in words I didn't think could possibly be made by the human tongue.
When they stopped they just waited there expecting something to happen. When all that happened was a bullet hitting the coffin they turned around and started barking orders to protect the body while also pulling out a gun herself. I could tell it was a woman now from the sound of her voice.
I decided it would be safer to hide behind the stone coffin since it would provide more protection than the corner I was cowering in. Moving quickly and keeping close to the ground I managed to make it without dying. Now all I had to do was wait and hope they all kill each other so I can escape. I pull myself up using the edged of the coffin to see how many were left. There were three of the cult members left and one suit. It looked like the other one had tried to catch a bullet with his teeth.
The suit sees me and tries to shoot me but misses and hits the stone coffin near where my right hand rested. Unable to pull away in time my hand is cut from the stone chipped off by the bullet. It was nothing serious but it was enough for blood to drip off my hand on to the corpse. I was too busy holding my hand in pain to notice anything wrong until I hear a chittering sound.
Spiders. Hundreds no thousands of small black spiders were covering the corpse, the chittering coming from their legs as they moved. That wasn't the scariest part though, it was the fact that the corpse was moving! First it was a few twitches every couple of seconds then the spider covered corpse took hold of the edges of the coffin and pulled itself up in to a sitting position. I was too scared to move. This can't, shouldn't be happening! When somethings dead it stays dead and rots until it's nothing but old bones and a bad smell.
When the corpse stands up it turns its head to the left and right like it was searching for something, the spiders chittering much louder as it moved. It turns around and looks straight at me. I think it just found what it was looking for.
I didn't notice that it had grabbed me by the shoulders. I didn't even hear the gun fire had stopped. All I notice is the deep crimson eyes staring at me and that they were getting closer.
The spiders parted to reveal a mouth unaffected by rot a d two fangs like hyperdermic needles as its mouth parted. When the corpse bites in to my shoulder all I feel is pain. White hot searing pain that made my body feel that it was thrown in to a pit of crushed glass. There was a loud sound that wouldn't go away and was beginning to annoy me. Then I realise that it's me screaming.
The corpse releases me and the pain stops, all that's left is a dull ache within my shoulder. Lying on the ground I stare at the spider covered corpse standing over me with the lower part of the face still showing. It was smiling but when I looked in to its crimson eyes it looked almost...sad? Like it was sorry for what it had done and wished that it hadn't come to this but had no other choice.
No sooner than I can ask what the hell just happened the spiders dispersed and the corpse was no longer there. Standing up on shakey legs I see the remainder of the cult members and suits staring at me. It didn't last long though as police sirens could be heard in the distance. The last suit, about to turn tail and run, was shot when the three cult members had other ideas about him leaving alive and then left themselves. Not wanting to stick around either, I use strength I didn't even know I had and run. I had to hide somewhere. Somewhere safe. I decided to head home.
I staggered in to my apartment being sure to lock the door, especially after everything that had happened tonight. The place was nothing special it had three rooms, a bathroom, bedroom and a living room that doubled as a kitchen. The only the thing I was concerned about right now was sleeoing and not wakig up for a week. Collapsing on to the sofa I was asleep, plagued with dreams of spiders and those deep crimson eyes.
I didn't wake up until it was the afternoon when the sound of New York traffic was too loud making it impossible for anyone to stay asleep. Heading in to the bathroom I strip off to take shower but when I see myself I'm shocked. My body was completely different! I was toned and lithe like a gymnast only slightly bulkier. How did this happen? You don't just wake up with a six pack and a pair of guns for arms!
"The bite" I whisper before turning to the mirror above the sink. Running my hand along my shoulder I find nothing. The mark was gone not even leaving a scar.
After showering I decided to test out my new body. I was certainly faster but I didn't realise how strong I was though until I knocked my sofa by accident, slamming it in to the wall. If I could do that without trying imagine what would hapen if I put all my weight behind it. It was exciting and yet terrifying at the same time. If I ever got in to a fight I could end up killing someone and I didn't want that on my conscience. I was a theif not a murderer.
Not wanting to think on it further I get changed and head out in to New York. Someone knew I'd be at that pawn shop last night and I intend to find out who.
Another chapter done and dusted. If I get some reviews then I'll post the next chapter before finishing chapter 4 instead of the other way around. We'll just have to see. Til next time.