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Chapter 3 - Kunda

Her cell wasn't exactly what Mia would call home. The walls were rotten with multiple stains on them. The bed didn't have any sheets, but at least Mia felt slightly safe, even though she was basically trapped in a box. On the plus side it looked a lot worse then it smelled. As long as Mark locked that book up and threw away the key then it would be all be fine. Mia felt something crawl up her throat causing her to gag. She stood up, half tripped her way to the toilet in the corner of the room and threw up. The nerves were obviously getting to her. She needed to sit down, her head was like a bomb about to explode. Mia sat on the floor next to the toilet her legs crossed, she had her prosthetic hand on the toilet seat.

She sighed and rested her head on her arm closing her eyes. She tried to think of the good times. She remembered when she drew that picture of the cabin, just before everything went to shit. She was always good at art though her teachers would disagree. Fuck them. She used to do portraits of all her friends who would always be amazed at her drawings. Mia sometimes thought they were bullshitting though.

At one point she had thought about setting up some kind of business where she would sell her paintings; but then David left. Mom got sick not long after that. Then began the slow descent into depression and heroin began to run her life. Whatever she did after that, it was for the drugs. She was like a lost puppy, looking for her purpose in life, and that purpose was to get a fix before the sun set. Mia could feel herself drifting off into sleep. Peace at last.

Mia let herself fall to the floor and stared up at the ceiling one last time before letting herself drift away.

"Mia..."

She awoke to a disembodied voice calling her name through the darkness. She must have been asleep for a long time as before the lights had been on, now everything was as black as night. Mia sat up letting her eyes adjust to the darkness that engulfed her. Mia yawned, unsure if she had actually heard the voice or if it was in her head.

"Who's there?" Mia said sounding groggy. She could just make out a shape moving in the cell across from her; still too dark to see exactly, but she could tell it was human.

"It's Nick, you remember me?" Nick sounded Irritated.

Mia stood up and approached the bars of her cell. Now knowing Nick's voice was coming from the shape moving in the distance made her relax a little. She moved her head forward trying to get a better view.

"Of course, you're the one who saved me, right?" Mia stared at the silhouette and she could feel it staring back. This unnerved her. she didn't like not knowing the look that someone was giving her, especially if she knew they were staring right at her.

Nick stood still, dead. Then he turned and faced the wall. He lifted his hand clenched his fist and started hitting the wall repeatedly. He grunted as he hit harder and harder.

"THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS!" Nick screamed, this send shivers down Mia's spine. This didn't feel like the same person who had picked Mia up when she was bleeding to death. This man who had promised Mia hope, so full of confidence, had now been reduced to this. Mia shook at the sound of his knuckles making contact with the wall, why is he so pissed?

"Nick please calm down, whats gotten into you?" Mia's voice was the sound of utter concern. This poor man had been dragged into this. It's all my fault. Has the last faint light in Mia's life been snuffed out?

"Whatever it is you're going through, trust me I've dealt with worse. We can get out of this, together." Mia lifted her arms and waved frantically trying to get his attention. Nothing seemed to work, he kept hitting and hitting. Finally he gave up and let himself fall to the ground into a ball like position, not unlike what Mia had done on the road. It was hard to tell if he was crying, his hands covered his face, but he did start to rock back and forth.

"They interrogated me. That fucking cop threatened to ruin my life if I didn't provide evidence or come up with something." Nick's voice was thick as he lay on the floor motionless.

Despite everything Mia couldn't help think that everything might be okay. She had fought and killed demons; what could one lousy cop possibly do that would be more difficult then that. She did however feel sorry for Nick, "We're going to be okay, you just have to trust me." Mia promised herself that they would get through this.

Nick sat up and looked in Mia's direction, though he couldn't see her he could sense her. He slowly got to his feet and walked over to the bars that imprisoned him. He placed his head against them and they were cold, just like the rest of his cell. He could see the outline of Mia doing the same thing across from him. Nick thought he could just make out a smile in the darkness, he smiled back weakly. Silence hung in the air as the pair looked at each other, unable to make out their distinguishing features.

"Do you like your new hand?" Nick said enthusiastically. He looked down grinning, he could easily tell which one it was. The one he had given her had huge, sausage like fingers, that even in the dark stood out.

Mia stood back in surprise. It took her a while to process, she frowned, "You?" why has he done this?

"Hey it seemed like you needed a hand." Nick smiled at his own stupid joke.

Just as Mia was about to respond a switch could be heard being flipped somewhere down the quite hallway, and all the cells started to light up one by one. Mia and Nick both sheltered their eyes from the blinding light. Mia squinted her eyes and grumbled in frustration. She could finally see Nick again after all this time, his eyes were red indicating he hadn't been able to get a lot of sleep while he had been locked in here; unlike Mia who didn't want to do anything apart from sleep.

Nick barely recognised Mia since she was dressed like a normal human being now. Nick could now see clearly the prosthetic hand in place where he had treated Mia's stump not that long ago. Nick closed his eyes and remembered how he felt when he had first seen her; he was mostly scared, as this girl looked like something straight from the depths of hell. He tried to feel empathy for Mia, but he doubted he had ever been in a situation quite like the one see had been in.

The darkness was gone now, replaced with blinding white light. Mia and Nick gave each other a confused look as someone was quickly approaching, footsteps echoed down the hallway each step getting a little louder.

Mark stopped in between Mia and Nick's cells, he turned to look at Mia his dark eyes staring into her's. Mia felt uncomfortable as Mark kept his eyes fixed on her with a sinister smile.

"We're going to have a little chat kid." Mark's voice was different from before. It was still his voice but he sounded more aggressive then he had been.

"Are you not even going to acknowledge me you fuck?" Nick said from behind Mark, Mia was unable to see him due to Mark's hight.

"Well the thing is I don't really care about you." Mark said tonelessly without even turning to look at Nick, his eyes were fixed on unlocking the door to Mia's cell. Mark didn't seem to know which key went into Mia's cell as he kept trying to fit each one into the lock, while his hands shook. Mia noticed this and her heart started to beat faster, he's read it I can tell.

Finally he reached the right key and opened the door. Mia backed away to the wall of the cell her hands up guarding herself.

Mark stood there for a second, he could tell Mia was scared and Mia knew exactly what had happened.

"What's going on here?" A confused Nick said from behind Mark. Nick was still locked in his cell but he was eager as ever to escape.

"Don't trust him Nick, he ain't him any more." Mia said glancing over to look at Nick. When she looked back at Mark he had completely changed. His eyes were now completely white, and as he smiled a black liquid fell from his mouth. Mia stared into his soulless eyes, now fully trembling with fear.

"We missed you!" The figure that used to be Mark started to childishly giggle, like a toddler would if he just saw something funny. His voice was now nothing like what it was before. Now it was inhuman, just like his eyes.

"Your going down bitch!" Mark lunged for Mia his arms raised ready to attack.

Mia screamed and Nick stood up, eyes widened and his mouth dropped. "What the fuck is going on!" Nick said panicking, his hands on his head.

Mark grabbed Mia by the throat and started to throttle her. He violently started to shake her head, and pressed his thumbs down harder trying to crush her throat. The more Mia struggled the more his smile grew; all of this was just fun to him. He didn't have to instantly kill her. He took great pleasure in making her suffer. Mia struggled trying to lift her arms, but it was no use. Maybe I should just let it drain the life out of me, just to get it over with. No I've come to far to die like this.

"Get off her you motherfucker!" Nick was now enraged, shaking on the bars of his cell.

With one final burst of energy Mia kicked Mark as hard as she could in the kneecap. This sent him falling backwards onto the floor, still laughing. Mia didn't hesitate and rushed over to the body and lifted her leg.

"Wait, just so you know she waits for you. You know who I'm talking about, bitch!" Mark said in his demonic voice.

"Send her my regards." Mia then stomped as hard as she could on Mark's head and there was a loud crunch. Mia held her foot in place for a long time before lifting it back up again.

"Still alive junkie whore!" Mark's head was slightly caved in at the top revealing his skull, blood slowly trickled off what was left of his scalp.

"Fuck you!" Mia slammed her foot down then lifted it back up, she repeated this for around a minute while Nick just stared in horror. He vomited in the corner of his cell. The sound of him retching made Mia stop as she realised that she had done all that she could do.

Mia didn't feel anything. She knew she should but she couldn't, even if she tried. Instead she sat on her bed and just stared at the corpse in front of her. She used her human hand to wipe the sweat that was now rolling off her forehead. Mark's body looked completely normal past the neck, but the head was alien now. Skull, bone, brain and hair was all that was left of Mark's face, all of that in a pool of blood. His head was squished like a pancake.

Mia could feel that Nick was watching her now. He lay in his cell with his back against the wall. The air was filled with tension now and Nick watching Mia made her uneasy. I don't blame him he doesn't understand.

"You're a monster..." Nick's words stabbed Mia like a knife. She slowly turned her head to make eye contact with Nick. Her gaze made him look away, he didn't know what this women was capable of. Nick knew deep down that Mia was doing the right thing to protect them both. But that scene would be stuck in his head forever. Mia repeatedly landing her foot down on Mark's face like some deranged animal. Every time her shoe make contact blood was send flying in a mini explosion of red.

"I know." Mia said in a voice that reminded Nick of what Mark had sounded like, but this time it was human. Thank god.

Mia used the keys that Mark had with him and she unlocked Nick's cell. He seemed reluctant at first but then followed Mia. They were now standing in an empty but bright hallway, with cells on either side and a door at the end. There were no guards, no sign of life from anywhere.

Suddenly the door at the end opened. A man with Dark hair and brown eyes came in and looked at them, intrigued. Mia jumped when she noticed that he also was missing one of his hands, and in its place was a chainsaw coated with blood. He also wore a cap that had a quote, "Shop smart, shop s-mart" He focused intently on Mia and didn't even look at Nick.

"I'm guessing that you must be Mia." He said with a charming grin.

"I-I am." Mia was now confused.

Curiosity filled his brown eyes as he studied Mia head to toe. He looked at her prosthetic hand and smirked.

"Groovy.."