The walk back to the aprtments was silent. Marcelo was upset with me once I came clean with the whole Cristina deal, given I knew she would still hold a grudge against me, and I knew that once I told him that I was the one who killed C, he wasn't going to take it easy. I just didn't think it would end up like this, in silence. I was ready for a fight and him yelling. Not this complete isolation he's giving me. This got me thinking...was this how the others would react if I came clean about...everything? No, they can't know, they can never know about this.
When we were about a mile or two away from our street, my nose smelt something. I slowed my pace as I took a long sniff, "Marcelo wait." I heard him stop a few feet away from me. I tried to remember this smell, that it smelled like-
"Fire," I say remembering the smell of burning cars.
"Yeah? What of it?" I told him to trust me as I made my way to him, that if he gets on my back we could make it back to the others faster, and if anything is happening we could be there to help.
"No get away from me." I heard the click of a gun, the sound of shuffling clothes. I stopped to look up at him, surprised that he would try to shoot me.
"Marcelo-"
"No! You don't get to talk!" I heard his pulse race, my ears picking up his quiet foot steps as he slowly made his way towards me. "Tell me," he sniffed.
I frowned. "Marcelo please we need-"
"TELL ME OR I SWEAR IMA SHOOT YOU!" I dug my claws into the broken pavement.
"W...what do you want me to say?" It's not that I can't tell you the truth, it wouldn't matter anyways, since it seems to me that he already hates me.
"Why did you kill Cristina?!" I heard him rush up to me, kicking me on the head, sending me down to the ground.
"Why did it have to be her?!" A kick to the stomach.
"What did she do that was so bad?!" A stomp on my back.
"Why did you bury them?!" A gun butt to the head.
"WHY SHOULDN'T I KILL YOU?!" A shot to the stomach. Ah, when did he get a double barrel shot gun. I picked my self up carefully, a hole the size of and orange in my stomach from Marcelo's gun. I was lucky that it didn't take out more.
"Cause I didn't leave her there."
"What?"
"I didn't leave her there in the ground, I got her out. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't just leave her there." I suffled over to him, once near, I got ready for him to get on my back.
"You're right." Looking up I nodded, glad that we came to an- the fimilar roundness of a barrel stopped my train of thought. "W-w-what are you doing?" The cold feeling of being scared rushed though me, a first for me in this body.
The barrel pressed harder to my forehead, "You're not a monster, cause monster's are those things out there." I hear him lift his arm, no doubt to point at the zombies roaming about. "You're worse than them." I was too scared to move, too scared to do anything, but just wait until he fires the gun. My mind went blank, a thing that should not happen to an infected of sorts. When your mind goes blank, that's an open door for the demons to surface, but at that time I was just to scared to notice that my demon made it's move.
By the time I noticed the quick change of events, it was too late. Marcelo fired his gun, but Cristina was there to knock him out of the way, and I was already gone. I was listening as things spiraled out of control.
Cristina was already charging at me, her scream alerting a hoard, calling the nearby special infected. I floated about my mind in a panic, questions on why she was here. Des dodged, swiping at her shoulder, making a deep gash with blood suddenly gushing out. He landed swiftly, smirking as she spun around in rage, her claws stretched out wide, ready to charge again.
"I'll be damned if I let you kill us, you Witch, " Des taunted in a growl while he circling her, his smirk widening when he heard her growling angrily. Marcelo was up and assessing the situation, confused as to which side he should take.
"I'm not going to let you kill the others like you killed me!" She screamed in our language. She shot forward, swinging her claws at my face. Des rolled to the side, her claws only getting my hood as Des leaped forward over her. As he leaped he kicked her in the back, she stumbled, he twisted his body in the air and grabbed at her hair, bring him down on top of her. Her face met the pavement, the sound of skin ripping echoed in my ears, I felt both guilty and satisfied.
"GET OFF OF ME!" She cried trying to get up, but my demon was stronger than hers, as he took both of her arms and forced them in an odd position behind her back- given she won't feel anything, but it was for safety.
"I advise you to go back to the house and stay there. Or do you want me to rid of these claws of yours?" He growled in her ear, her body shook in anger, but I smelled the tears forming in her eyes, typical mood swings for a Witch.
"Get off her." Des looked up at Marcelo, already knowing that he was pointing the gun at our face once again.
"I could kill both of you fools in only three minuets." Marcelo stood his ground, is voice wavering no more,
"But you won't cause you need me." That shut Des up fast. It's true, we do need him...with him dead everything Nathan and I worked for would be gone, boom, vanish, disappeared.
Marcelo took this silence as the answer, and nudged Des with his gun telling him to get off Cristina. Des snarled but nonetheless got off her, but not without being in his pounce position, just in case things went south. Marcelo helped her up, and I would guess that they already had a plan settled when I went out of the house for a sec. "Now, we are going to head back, all of us. We're not going to say how C came back, we're going to say we found her. And you-" He pointed his gun in our direction. "-you're going to come with us, but first we're going a gas station to grab some food."
"The fuck makes you think we're going to follow you?" This time Cristina spoke.
"Because we know that you're killing off our team, but for what, I don't know, but you wouldn't want them to know right?" We froze, knowing they were black mailing me, and that it's working. If anyone of them found out that I was killing them off- if we were killing them off, our plan would be ruined. It's bad enough that these two know, that she knows- I'm actually surprised that she hasn't told Marcelo what really happened. That the real reason I killed her is because ...
Cristina pushed me off her, but our 'eyes' were on the boy. Des and I said nothing to see what they would do, but all they did was stare at me.
If we kill them-we can't, the rest would know something is up if Marcelo suddenly dies with me. What do you suppose we do then? Follow them. I have a plan of my own. Oh? Mind filling me in? We save them. Nathan thinks this is the only way to get to Marcelo. But I think he's wrong, we save them from him. If he persuades Marcelo, rather than force him, I believe we would get much better results. You play a dangerous game my friend.
"Now come with us to the gas station, or do we have to kill you like you did me?" Cristina pushed Des and I towards the direction of the gas station. The whole walk to the station was silent, although Marcelo and Cristina did talk in hushed tones, but even my ears couldn't pick up what they were saying. I didn't pay any mind to them for I was busy forcing Des back into the depths of my mind.
While walking down streets, some unwelcome special infected wished to speak to me about the project Nathan and I were doing, but I shooed them away before they even got out of the shadows. The last thing I need right now is them questioning why they are coming to me speaking about this war.
When we actually got to the gas station they strolled right in, walking around aimlessly, picking up random objects before they would sigh and put it back down. I stopped in the middle of the store, sensing that something didn't seem right. My nose didn't pick up any smell of food, rotten or canned. "What exactly are we looking for?" I didn't feel right in being here, but I can't just leave now can I? They didn't answer me, which set my nerves off. The amount of dead around the gas station was very little, but usually since we were near apartments, the streets would be littered with undead. Not to mention that the smell for burning fire was getting stronger making the other scents disappear within the flames.
"Guys nothing's here, I think we need to head back to the apartments. I think somethings wrong-"
"Something is wrong." Marcelo said as he blocked the way out. Tensing up, I smelled a horde- no this is more than a horde-there's too many to be a horde.
"And it's you," Cristina added as she took me by surprise, grabbing my hood and throwing me at the wall. The impact caused a dent in the wall so deep that my back was stuck inside of hole. I was confused at the sudden change of scenery that the action Cristina did didn't process in my mind. The only thing in my mind was the constant wave of undead that was quickly heading our way at an alarming rate. It was when I head Cristina speak up, I got a hint on what was going on.
"You might have your own plan, but we made sure that your psycho days are over. Marcelo let's go." I struggled to get loose from the crater in the wall, but by the time I was actually free, they were already gone and the horde (or should I say hordes) were already too close. The sound of dozens of humming cars filled my ears. Was it survivors? No, the sound of faint orders made it clear it was Z members, but how?! They couldn't have contacted them...could they? But how come I didn't know they were coming- the infected. Oh my fucking god they covered their cars with the infected!
Not wasting any time, I ran out of the store but only made it past the gas pumps when I was suddenly surrounded. Cars made their circle around me, the soldiers already positioned with their guns pointed at me or they were getting out to get into said position. The amount of humans surrounding me made my senses freak out. I was overwhelmed by the whole situation, and again that feeling washed over me as I felt the winds of a helicopter above me. I panicked, trying to look for an escape, but it was in vain- no matter which way I turned, there was a wall of flesh and metal. Footsteps crunched as a person strides towards me.
I lowered myself to the ground, thinking that I can try to pounce over them.
You need me.
No, I don't.
You'll die if you let me surface, at least become one with me.
NO! I refuse to be a monster!
"Victoria I assume?" A deep voice rumbled, emphasizing the man behind it obviously had authority. I kept silent not wanting to give him any information about me. I knew he wasn't nervous so scaring him wouldn't work and the fucker brought all Elites, making any means of escape useless. They would just track me down- that's even if I get a chance to move before they one-shot me.
"Ah I see. I'll have you know that I know all about you. How you met Nathan, how you became what you are, all the way up to now. I know everything about you." Lies, they- he knows nothing! He couldn't possibly, he's trying to make me break.
"You can make this capture easy, or hard, but I advise you choose wisely, for my Elites here are more than happy to take you down." I smirked,
"Why do you need such a big group to come and get me? Scared?" I was the scared one. I had to dig my claws in the grounded road to stop my hands from shaking. The man chuckled.
"Your strength is something we know of-"
"How did you find me," I cut him off. He stopped talking for a few seconds.
"Two friends of yours met with me a while back were saying that we can have you if we let their little group go." Fucking traitors, given I am too in a way, but that's not the point. I gave them a toothy grin.
"Easy or hard way you said?"
"Yes."
"I'll give you a challenge." With that, I pounced, not at him like they planned, but within the crowd of Elites. Dome of my fellow infected followers that were watching in the dark sprang out to help me. Even the brainless normals came to help a little.
All that could be heard for miles was gun shots and screaming, both human and infected