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Chapter 2

Chapter
1:
Miaka’s
P.O.V
I came out of the shadows provided by the
alleyway, but I didn’t let down the cloak of darkness that surrounded me. To
the naked eye I’d look like a shadow amongst shadows, a blind spot. The
darkness was my friend, but I’ve yet to perfect this technique. It drains
energy if used for too long, not a lot, but it could be my downfall if a battle
went on for longer than anticipated. But tonight would be a short fight; my
quarry was at a direct line of sight.
They
were carrying a huge sack with them. If it weren’t for all the blood that
soaked the sack deep red and scented the air with its pungency, anyone could
mistake it for a stack of potatoes, misshaped and lifeless. But it wasn’t. It
had someone in it...someone immortal.
My men have been tracking these people for
days now and we finally had a lead on them. This wasn’t the main base, not by a
long shot, but this is where it’ll begin. These were people who captured immortals
and experimented on them, a sick bunch of lousy mortals! Humans!
I
couldn’t hate them more than I did now. Those filthy people hurt and killed
those under my protection just for the fun of it. They were trying to discover
a way to get rid of us, to rid the world of our ‘infection’. Fools didn’t know
that there were so many living among them that if a war broke out, the entire human
population could be wiped out. The Dark Council were still debating about the
possibility, and I, as the head of the Council, was trying to avoid a mass
cleansing at all rates. The innocent ones didn’t need to be punished for the
foolishness of some of their kind. And I’ve seen enough good to know that they
existed.
They were clever, this lot. I have to agree
with that. What better way to hide their transgressions than it plain sight. On
the surface, the factory was a meat possessing farm and a cold storage unit,
but inside it acted as a laboratory and storage facility for younger or weaker
immortals that had been easy prey. But my men had been noticing suspicious
activity here lately and it didn’t take much time for them to figure out
exactly what was wrong.
The human’s didn’t notice me as I followed
them. Unlike us, they had to rest at night, but although they had a rotation of
guard to watch over their subjects, they were still wary at night. Attacking at
dawn would be the appropriate time as there is a breach in their security when
the morning guards replace the night guards. I followed them soundlessly, my
boots didn’t make a single noise as I walked down the pebbled street, but I
could still hear them following
behind me silently, waiting for my command. My faithful pets, a gift from my dad.
Not everyone could see these creatures, not
until they were about to die within the next few moments. I’d started noticing
them ever since I was little. They liked to follow me around. Sometimes they
disappeared but they were always nearby whenever I needed them.
The men entered the factory with the
bloodied sack and I followed behind them before the doors were closed, ordering
only some of my pets to come with me while the others waited outside in case we
have an escapee. What I saw inside made my stomach twist and lungs burn in need
of air.
Cages;
rows of them were lined in all sides of the huge space. And they lay in the
open as if they knew no one will find them. The most horrifying of all was that
they were all chained to the wall and the stench of chloroform was so high in
the air, that it burned my lungs. That was when I noticed that the immortals
were not just inhaling them, but it was running through their bloodstream in
huge amounts, which was the only way chloroform worked on immortals, or the
weakest of our race. Even pets weren’t chained with such cruelty. Collars with
metal spikes that pierced the delicate skin of their neck, hands and legs
shackled with similar spikes, blood pouring out freely from open wounds and
some wounds were even infected as the stench of blood and rot lay heavy in the
air. There were mostly females, all naked and helpless and the males were in no
better condition. The presence of older wounds showed signs of further torture,
even rape.
The
thought enraged me so much that a harsh growl left my mouth, alerting everyone
at once. Instantly the place came to buzzing motion. The human guards stood alert and gathered
around in the centre of the huge warehouse, guns in their hand, which, I was
quite certain, didn’t contain normal bullets. All the lights were turned on,
taking the veil of darkness away from me. But it didn’t matter; no one will be
left alive to report how I looked, back to their HQ. They’ve had their fun, now
it was my turn.
I
strode towards the middle of the room and stopped just in front of the armed
guards, letting them surround me, making them believe they had me. I could see
the hunger in their eyes as soon as they saw my face; I let them see the beauty
before I unleashed the horror. They were carrying guns with silver bullets as
well as iron and other poisonous metals, the combined scents making it
difficult for me to identify them all. It was a shame that they didn’t know
that nothing would work on me. My pets, the hell hounds, were invisible to
human eyes because they were their worst nightmare personified and it gave me
the upper hand. They were restless, already growling silently with the skin of their
muzzle pulled back over their sharp glistening teeth. The immortals, those who
were awake sat in their cages, mouth agape and fear and relief evident in their
eyes, while the other slumped in their unconsciousness. Even the humans were
getting scared from the power I was emitting.
“Who
are you? State your purpose,” one of the humans asked in a brave voice, but his
insides were anything but. His fear coated the air heavily with its stench.
“My name is Miaka. Any you lovely people...are
about to die” I smirked, letting my words sink in.
The
entrance door to the factory was shredded to pieces an instant later as the
hounds came running in. It was a good thing that only very few things had the
power to kill them and they were the rarest creatures in all of the dimensions.
I watched them ripping every human in the house to shreds. The humans didn’t
even know what were attacking them as they died a merciless death, some tried
to fire their guns but to no avail, they ended up firing at their comrades
instead.
A
movement at a far corner caught my eyes and I turned to see a man in a white
lab coat trying to run away without being noticed. A hound followed my gaze and
ran after him.
“Let
him live. He’ll come in handy,” I ordered the hound as it pinned the man to the
ground and was getting ready to rip his head off. He stopped and sniffed the
man, then pulled back its muzzle and growled ferociously in his face, leaving
him unconscious with fear. Within minutes everyone in the house was dead,
except for the immortals in their cages. But everyone was now awake and afraid,
unsure if I was a friend or a foe. I was neither.
I
took my phone out of my jeans pocket and called Rain, my knight. She picked up
on the second ring.
“Rescue
trucks are ready, awaiting command, Your Highness” Rain said at once.
“Bring
them forward” I ordered.
Of course I hadn’t come alone. I knew what
went on around here so I had brought backup with me so that the immortal prisoners
could be transferred and given first aid on their way to the recovery
facilities.
The
truck arrived within a few minutes, since I had ordered Rain and a few of my
trusted guards to stay near the highway, in case someone from the human team
got out alive but the situation was under control. The prisoners were freed and
my men began to shift them into the truck, wrapping them in warm blankets and
providing water if needed. They would be taken to a healing facility
immediately where they’d be looked after and treated until they were healthy
and ready to head back to their old lives.
I
looked around at the mess my pets have created and decided to burn down the factory
once all the prisoners were set free. The scientist would be taken to the dungeons
and questioned till he answers and I doubt the factory owner would make any
complaints. As far as our research went, the man had no clue as to what was
going on in his factory...well either that or he was getting his pockets heavy
by these goons.
Well, too bad. This experiment was about to
end soon. Because once I set my mind on something, I was not letting go until I
had reached the bottom of things. And these human researchers were going to
learn the hard way exactly what they have messed with.