Author's Note: Sorry about the late post and the short chapter. I had to work the entire day. I'll try to get another one out tonight, but it may be out tomorrow morning. This chapter is a little disturbing so put on your big boy or girl pants. Yeah I added both genders in there. If you identify as anything else then your shit out of luck. No dragonkin allowed bitch. Okay fine you can come in as well.

Chapter Nine

Well fuck me in the ass. I am now running through the village as quickly as I can while a helicopter is shooting heavy rounds at me. The buildings I am near are being torn to pieces by hundreds of bullets fiercely piercing through them. I’ve been hit nine times now, all going straight through my chest. In case it isn’t obvious by now, that helicopter was not my ride. I don’t even know who it is, but they are not friendly. I just have to continue running until my actual ride shows up.

It has been fifteen minutes now and my ride has finally come into view. The enemy helicopter ran out of bullets a while ago and realizing I was unharmed left quickly afterwards. They must not have had any M’s on board otherwise I would be in for an interesting fight. I run up to the helicopter that has landed and jump in through one of the openings on the side. The helicopter rises up and begins the journey to the nearby Italian airbase.

My mother greets me once I land and I am led into a small room with two men inside. They are both easily standing at Six feet five inches and both have on very expensive looking white suits. These two must be people higher ups from the Italian mafia.

“Did you retrieve the rock?” The man on the right begins speaking while staring at me. I must make for an odd sight. I am currently covered from head to toe in blood. It is not a pleasant feeling. I place my bundled up shirt on the table in the middle of the room and slowly unwrap it revealing the crystals within. There red glow lit up the room as the men’s interest peaked. The man who spoke earlier reaches out and grabs a handful, but nothing happens. I am bracing myself for the worst, but minutes begin to trickle by with nothing happening.

“I knew it was all a hoax, these crystals don’t do shit.” The man angrily threw down the crystal he had in his hand and it shatters against the ground.

He turns to me and says, “Are you sure these were the right ones?”

“They were the only ones in the entire mine. They must be it.” I reply while keeping my surprise to myself. Why would the rocks only work for me? What the hell is going on? The two men are now discussing something between themselves, having already forgotten I was in the room.

I get the message and leave the room. I am once again left on my own and I begin wandering around in search of food. All the buildings in the area look the same. Square concrete blocks built for practicality and not for appearance. I follow a crowd of people going towards a building obviously larger than the others. Inside is one thing I have been searching for. The food I was given from the building is anything, but good, however, I don’t care. I am so hungry I could anything placed in front of me, which is exactly what I am doing.

After that god awful meal I am now in search of a place to sleep. The second building I walk into has cots lining the walls. I choose the first open one I see and immediately get some well-deserved rest.

I am in front of the Reed’s household. I don’t know how I ended up here or why I am slowly walking towards the entrance. I open the door and step inside. The first room I am in is the living room. The room where I previously killed Andrew and Samantha. On the floor I see two bodies face down on the ground. I approach them and reach down to flip them over. Suddenly, the bodies flip over and begin screaming. Both are the bodies of Andrew of and Samantha, but something is little different. They don’t have eyes, where there eyes should be are empty sockets. Staring into them I feel the darkness slowly enveloping me. A bullet hole can be seen on each one of their foreheads. No blood is coming out, but the far wall can be seen through the holes. Their mouths are elongated to an impossible almost as if attempting to swallow me whole.

I pedal backwards trying to get away from those grotesque monsters, but they begin to walk towards me. Their jerky movements still overtaken my fear stricken attempt at escape. As they encircle me in a corner of the room the monster that was once Andrew opens his mouth even further and swallows me whole.

I am now in Hannah’s bedroom. The screaming from those monsters has given me a splitting headache. It isn’t going away. It feels as if my mind is being torn apart. The only thing I can do is kneel down in pain. I see a pair of shoes step in front of me from my view of the floor. I force myself to look up and see Hannah looking down at me. She is holding the pistol that ended her life. Her lifeless eyes look down upon me and her mouth moves in a familiar fashion. It takes a while to register, but I eventually hear it. She is saying “Fuck you Jacob” over and over. The more she says it the louder it gets. It almost sounds like the words are bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck you Jacob. Fuck you Jac. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” Soon that is all I hear. Fuck you keeps resounding in my mind over and over as Hannah slowly points the pistol towards me. My headache keeps getting worse and worse. The pain is so bad that tears are now running down my cheeks. I look into the barrel gun and everything goes silent.

“FUCK YOU JACOB” The words explode within my mind and the gun goes off. I see a flash of light and wake up on the ground. Why am I on the ground? I slowly sit up to realize I am now sitting in the middle of a crater that stretches for miles in all directions. The airbase I was previously in is now nowhere to be seen. What the fuck happened. Did I cause this? It looks as if an atomic bomb was dropped directly where I am standing except for the fact that I am perfectly fine. Who all was on the base? Is my mother dead as well?

I begin making my way out of the crater, but I have a long walk ahead of me. I finally reach the end and notice half a building still standing. It has been perfectly cut in half. Almost as if a giant knife had very cut it perfectly in half. I make my way up to see what is left. The building is the same style as the ones that were on the airbase which answers my first question. I am standing on what is left of the airbase. The building that was precisely cut in half was actually a home for a family that lived on the base. The only remainder of the family is the upper torso of the father that clearly fell out of the limply hanging cot that has also been accurately cut in half. I am now stuck in the middle of Afghanistan with nothing more than the clothes on my back. I grab the food I can within the half of a house, choose a random direction and begin walking.