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Church of Bones	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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17.
He just had to say piece of cake. Of all the things to say, he had to say that. When you say something is going to be simple, it usually ends up a lot harder than expected.
We took Gary Ridgway, a man known for killing women on the side of the road in his prime killing days. Reports of a stolen truck rose up around the same time as the revenant's appearance, which led us to believe Ridgway had apprehended the truck, and was posing as a harmless trucker. The best way to get his attention was for us to split off, so I would look like a lonely woman on the side of the road. Allow me to put an emphasis on lonely.
And so there I stood, having shifted my comfortable clothes to that of short pleated skirt, a black button up shirt, and tall heeled boots. I was extremely uncomfortable standing on the side of the road, alone, looking like that. I froze as a disembodied voice chuckled, and an ethereal, familiar grip ran over my curves. "You're supposed to be waiting ahead, Oogie," I purred. The wisps of shadow tendrils ghosted over my black panties before wickedly withdrawing.
"I couldn't help myself," the voice answered as he joined back into the shadows, hiding. "A truck is coming. Steady yourself."
I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath before putting on a pathetic look, heading in the direction of the truck. Sure enough he honked the horn and pulled over, letting the truck settle with a harsh hiss. I stalked over to the side of the cab and let him open the door. "Oh thank goodness you stopped. I've been walking for, like, ever. My car broke down on my way back from a Halloween party, and my cell is dead. Can you give me a lift to the next truck stop that was a mile back?"
The man at the seat looked me over and nodded, tipping his hat up. "Sure can, little missy, hop right on in."
I climbed up into the cab and closed the heavy door. "Thanks mister. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't stopped." I looked out of the window as he shifted the truck into gear and saw a brief flash of gold before the two shines disappeared. "Where are you taking the load?"
"Portland, actually. Got a delivery to make by morning. Though I do have enough time to spare to help a damsel in distress."
I let out a soft laugh. "I bet you say that to all the damsels, don't you?"
"Only the pretty ones."
If this guy had been human, I would have had no problems taking him out by now. As a revenant, he'd be very deadly, especially with all the souls he had been ingesting for awhile now. He reeked of brimstone, which covered up the slight smell of decay on him. To be honest, I was terrified of being alone in that cab with him. Not after the possibility he had absorbed enough strength to give Pitch some trouble on his own. I rubbed at my arms, chancing a glance at the revenant. "How long have you been hauling?"
"Oh, a good portion of my life. Never gets boring though. Never know what you'll see doing the Green River run. Folks say it's haunted."
I scoffed. "Haunted, really? And you believe in that stuff?"
"I sure do, Missy. They say years ago, probably before yer time, there was a man who did this run, and killed quite a lot of women."
"Oh? Who is he?"
"Gary Ridgway. They called him the Green River killer."
I shivered. It wasn't from my acting. "H-how many did he kill?"
"He was only convicted of forty-nine, but a man of his skill, it had to be at least ninety women."
I swallowed. Only forty-nine? And he had just flat out confessed to killing over ninety women. He just didn't know he had confessed. I just hope our planned worked, otherwise I'd be in quite a bit of trouble. I saw the truck stop a little bit ahead. And then I saw the sign fly by us. I panicked a bit and looked to him. "You passed the truck stop."
"Did I? Clumsy me."
I jumped as I heard something clasp and I looked to see the locks had activated, and my unlock button wouldn't work. The truck came to a stop and before I knew it, I had come to one conclusion: I was stuck in the cab of a truck with a revenant. A two-month-old killing machine much more powerful than I. He advanced on me and I pressed as far back into the truck as I could. "What do you want with me?"
"Oh, I think you know."
My eyes darted downward as a flash of moonlight reflected off a blade. By now I was sure I had stopped breathing at some point. "Please, just take me to the truck stop. I-I won't tell anyone."
"But see that's what they all say. Now, give us a kiss."
I slapped him as he leaned in and he pressed the knife to my collar. I had barely seen him move.
"Listen here, bitch, I can fuck you dead or alive. I ain't got no preference. Now, what do you want to happen? Cuz either way I'll be fucking yer corpse."
I had thought Pitch could be terrifying. This was a whole new experience, and I didn't like it at all. His was a playful scare, one that would just ensnare children into nightmare-filled dreams for awhile. This man wanted nothing more than to kill. It's all he wanted as a human, and it's all he would want as a revenant, and since he only wanted to kill, he'd never be satisfied. My throat clenched as he slid the knife under my collar and began running the blade over the leather. "Please, don't ruin that."
He slapped me hard and I was powerless where I was to stop him. I was in no position to summon my weapons. "It's in the way of where I'll cut your throat."
He was so blatant, so immersed in his work. This was what he was passionate about. And when you put your all in something, marvelous, or deadly things can happen. I flinched as the leather snapped.
I was expecting his reaction. It was the same as everyone else. "The hell, bitch. That ain't no makeup." He held up his knife. "I'll kill ya, you whore! I ain't goin' back there!"
I sank through the side of the truck and I heard the metallic clang of the metal against the door. I had wasted no time in getting away. But since he didn't stop at the truck stop as he was supposed to, Pitch was too far behind to carry our plans through. I ran as fast as I could into the woods, thinking I could outrun him.
As I heard an inhuman howl ring through the night, I remembered something very important.
Revenants turned into hounds.
They turned in… to bloody… hounds.
I ran faster, slinking into the shadows here and there to try to confuse him. I summoned my scythes to my sides, running backwards for a moment to see if I could spot movement other than myself. I turned and dodged a tree. It was then that I really wished I had a psychic connection to Pitch somehow. Too bad something like that didn't exist. A bush to my right rustled and in a state of terror, I slipped into the shadows on the ground and emerged quietly in the top branches.
Gary the Hound from Hell raised his receding hackles in a growl, sniffing all along the tree. I held perfectly still, not daring to breathe as he sniffed everywhere. I had no intentions to test his hearing. He eventually bayed again and ran off in another direction.
I waited a minute before dropping back down to the ground, lowering into a crouch to keep myself quiet. Unfortunately, Washington had lost the leaves on their trees a few weeks ago. I froze as a growl sounded right next to my ear. I slowly looked and instantly backed away. "Easy. Don't make me hurt you."
The hound shifted back into Gary, a sadistic smirk on his face. "You? Hurt me? I don't know what you are, but you won't hurt me. I ain't human, bitch. What will you do about that?"
"Just this." I crossed the scythes in front of me and just as quickly released them, severing through his leg. I used the momentum to get up and get out of his way as he stumbled forward, slipping in the leaves.
"I'll get you for this, you stupid whore!"
The stories of his low I.Q. showed itself easily. It seemed one thing he had acquired from his souls was a good sense of balance, and correction. He was up on his hands, knee, and bloody stump of a leg, hobbling towards me. It didn't even seem to bother him that he was pressing an open, bleeding stump to the dirt and sand. I backed away. "I'm warning you, Gary. Back off."
"Never. I'll fuck yer cunt with this knife, I swear it."
It was no wonder human females would be too petrified to fight back. He was determined. I slipped into the shadows and reemerged under him, holding the scythes straight up. Before he could even react he was skewered through, and I came fully out of the ground, pulling my scythes back out. I hadn't killed him. Not yet. Everything I had done was not a killing blow. As he leaned forward to cover the wound, I severed his head from his neck, though none too cleanly. As his body fell I summoned fire to my fingers, not letting him regain control over his body to grab his head. As ridiculous as it sounds, I've seen it.
I watched the body burn, ignoring the repugnant smell it was giving off, made worse by the fact he was quickly decomposing as the souls were released. At least they had only been absorbed, not assimilated. We could at least rest a little easier at night. I at least could.
"Now who might you be, woman?"
I looked behind me to see a translucent image of a hooded man. "You tell me."
"State your name and rank."
I stood my ground as the heat flared up behind me. "I am Hana Eve, Spirit of Halloween and Queen of Nightmares. To whom am I speaking?"
The man just chuckled. "I see. Well then, Miss Eve, I assume you will find out who I am soon enough."
"Hana!"
I looked back to the burning pyre as I heard Pitch call out. I looked back to the man, frowning as I saw he had disappeared.
"Hana! Where the hell are you?"
"I'm this way. Follow the fire!"
I heard a rustling in the direction his voice had come from and he emerged from a thick patch of trees and brush. "Are you alright?"
I nodded. "A little shaken, but I'm fine."
He nodded to the pyre. "Did he touch you?"
"He tried. I got away before he could." I flinched as he grabbed my chin, examining my face and then tilting my head back. "He struck you and ripped off your collar."
"I'm alive and in one piece. He's dead. It doesn't matter." I rubbed at my arms, feeling a sudden chill while I looked back to the pyre, growing bigger as the flesh burned away.
"I hope you gave him a few extra wounds."
"Of course I did. I cut off his leg for ruining the first gift you ever gave me."
"Good. That was expensive leather four hundred and seventy years ago." He watched the body burn away, seemingly unfazed by the smell. "You cut off his head as well?"
"Yes. There's something else though."
He frowned and looked to me. "What is it?"
"Before you showed up, an image of a hooded man appeared, demanding to know my name and status, but he did not give it in return."
"Why would he be interested in your status?"
"I don't know. But we should probably send 'bats to the others to let them know we're waiting for the next round."
"In that outfit? My dear, I can barely restrain myself while we're alone, right now, in front of a burning corpse. Don't test my patience in front of the others."
I had forgotten about the clothes and concentrated, shifting them back to my normal attire. I formed three Shadowbats, whispering instructions to them all. I sent them loose in the shadows created by the flames. "No word from the others yet. I wonder how they're fairing."
"They shouldn't have many problems. We would have heard something regardless if anything had gone wrong."
I nodded, allowing him to lead me away from the pyre. I wasn't watching where I was going and tripped over something. My hand hit something solid and rough and memories flashed before my eyes. Memories of a woman scared, so very scared. I felt her heart ready to burst as she kept running, unable to control her desperate whimpers. "You shouldn't have run, cunt. Now I have to go and kill you and fuck yer corpse. Ain't as much fun when you don't struggle."
I saw a flash of light reflect off a knife, and I felt the pain across my throat. I felt my trachea fill with blood. I felt something be shoved inside me. I smelled the blood choking me. I couldn't fight.
It all stopped so suddenly as I was yanked back and the hidden bone was tossed far away from me. Pitch knelt in front of me, holding my face to make me look at him. "What the hell was that?"
My hand flew to my throat, only feeling the impressions from the rope. "That was… that was too real. I've never read bones that fresh before. The memories were still so strong." My fingers shook as I reached up for his arms and he used a thumb to brush aside a rogue tear. "She was so terrified. That fucker killed her and raped her while she died. Who-who the hell does that?"
"Humans. You know firsthand how cruel they can be. As you said, he's dead."
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed, trying to make the memories fade. They were persistent. The fire was starting to burn itself out as the oils from the decomposing flesh dried out. "What was the purpose for all this?"
He shook his head and helped me up, his lips pressed in a thin line. "I don't know. We'll have this sorted out before Halloween. Don't worry about that."
"It isn't the day I'm worried about. I'm worried about the amount of people who have died for a reason we have yet to understand. How many more will die before we can fix this?"
"I wish I knew." He opened a portal and summoned Onyx, making me summon Hessian. "We should wait for them to come back." He started on ahead and I looked back at the slowly smoldering pyre.
What the hell could the purpose of this be? And who was that man? Why did it matter what my status was? Everything was getting more and more confusing, especially now with the introduction of Jessica and Jason and that baby.
"Hana?"
I nodded and nudged Hessian into the Void. I could only hope it would all become clear soon. And I would punch Jack in the kidneys for saying this thing would be a piece of cake.
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