CHRONICLES

Episode 2

"Ahhh..." Daryl gasped and hid behind the garbage, his heart began to race. His breathing became erratic, quickly spinning out of control. He quickly reacted and covered his mouth with his hand, he tugged the garbage can and a piece of garbage fell out. The man in tuxedo turned towards the sound, he gestured to the others. Two of the figures moved closer to the fence.

Daryl kept mute, he even held his breath. The tension rose gradually, Daryl merely shut his eyes. There was silence for a while, it seemed like the silence dragged forever.

Then the men in suit moved, Daryl finally heard the sounds of SUVs driving off in the distance. He rose to his feet and drew near the fence, there was not a trace anything transpired, not a drop of blood. It was like he had imagined everything by himself, like all he pursued was a fantasy.

*Daryl!!!" He was startled by the voice that called out from behind, he turned around to see Jimmy who was worn and exhausted.

*Thank goodness you're okay." He tried to catch his breath. "We have to get back to school, we are out of time." He grabbed Daryl and dragged him out of the alley. "Whatever you saw, you saw nothing!"

The two quickly make there way towards Saferinn, with the aid of a cab, they arrived at their school once again and Daryl's parents were already there waiting for the two. It was late and Ray called for help like Jimmy instructed, the two arrived just when a search party was about to be dispatched.

Daryl paid no attention to the scolding from his parents or anything else, he was fixated on the things he had seen. Life outside Saferinn was unlike anything he had ever known, the way the people reacted, it was well coordinated. Almost perfect.

The way the Mafia cleaned up after themselves, Daryl could remember that on his way back, there was no trace of all the damages that had been inflicted on properties. The scariest part was the rider, the injuries he survived. A normal man should have died a dozen times over, not only did the rider survive, his movements got better over time. And what did he mean saying his ammo was white?

Daryl knew his questions would never be answered in Saferinn, nothing happened in this district. He needed to go out there and see for himself, investigate. How can the people be so compliant, how can the Mafia keep things like these contained that effectively. Sooner or later, he would have to leave this district and seek for his answers elsewhere.

With the sanctions from his parents however, he knew his quests won't be acted upon any time soon.

ANNADOM. LATER THAT NIGHT.

A mansion came into view, a large manor that covered an enormous expanse of land. It was surrounded by grass that stretched out as far as the eyes could see. Cars filed in through the gate, one after the other through the driveway and halted before the building.

Various men in suit highlighted from the cars, they were all dressed in similar suits like the Mafia in town earlier, the red hems reinforced all across. One of the figures moved towards the car located in the middle and opened the side door, a woman stepped out.

She wore a red velvet dress that matched the gloss on her lips, are eyes were sharp and alluring. She was swiftly escorted into the manor by some of the figures.

Inside the manor, she proceeded into a room brightly lighted. It appeared to be her office, it contained chairs that were beautifully ardoned.

Soon after she had seated, the door creaked open and a man entered. It was the same man in white tuxedo, he stood before the woman holding his walking stick firm, and gave a slight bow.

"Madame." He greeted. "I was startled by your quick return." He addressed the woman before him with respect, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"I believe I can do as I please, do you have a problem with that?" She turned away from him and started gazing out the window.

"No, not at all." He stammered. "You can do absolutely as you please."

"You have disappointed me Stephan. I leave a district in your care and things quickly spun out of control?" Her voice was gentle, her gaze still fixed outside her window. "You even took your stunts out to the streets, risking my empire and reputation."

"Forgive me Madame, Kay was a trusted distributor, his betrayal caught me by surprise. The pursuit was totally contained, there are no loose ends." Stephan explained. "The core of the clan remians protected."

"How did he die?" She said one word at a time, not moving an inch. "I recieved Intel that there was nothing in the vicinity that could kill him unless you stripped him of his protection. Did you?"

"Yes, but only after he had died." He tightened his fist, bloodlust flashed in his eyes. "I ripped out his heart with my own hands, and ripped it to shreds before his waning eyes."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" The woman finally turned to face Stephan who shook his head. "I'll be needing details later, until he then, fix your mess."

Stephan bowed once more and made his way out of the room. Another figure expected him at the hall way, he stood patiently outside the room.

"Boss, that was quick." The figure quickly walked over to Stephan and the two walked side by side down the hallway. "You told her everything?"

"No Demas, I just couldn't. How could I tell her that he had access to white ammo, she would have taken my head for sure." Stephan wiped the sweat off his eyebrow. "So what did you find?"

"He had outside help and we have pinpointed his accomplice." Demas replied. "We await your instructions to act."

"Is he our kind, one of ours?" Stephan stopped and stomped his stick on the ground.

"Negative!" Demas was swift.

"Then make it quiet and surgical." Stephan turned away and went back the way he came. Demas bowed and headed out of the manor.

"Let's go." Demas called out and a few figures moved, entering vehicles. Demas entered into one of the vehicles and three vehicle trailed out the driveway.

Time had passed, the day was darker, and the familiar vehicles cruised down the street. They stopped abruptly before a building, making no move. No one highlighted from the vehicles, the doors didn't swing open.

The street however reacted, people scurried into buildings. Shops shut closed abruptly, the sound of window blinds resounded. The streets soon went dead silent, even the breeze advanced with stealth. After the decorum persisted, the doors of the vehicle opened and various figures highlighted.

About four carried guns while the others were unarmed, Demas was also unarmed. Bloodlust quickly filled the air, the tension rose as Demas moved towards one of the doors.

"Baaannnng!!!" A loud bang rocked as soon as Demas tried to knock, someone had fired a shotgun from behind the door. At such close range, the shot didn't only blast a section of the door, it blasted Demas's jaw, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Moooovveee!" One of the figures yelled in reaction, the others did as he instructed. Some circled round back the building, the other approached the door and kicked it down. The insides of the rooms lit up with gunfire, the rocking of automatic rifles went on and on. Screams followed.

The lifelss body of Demas suddenly shook, his jaws suddenly feel in place. His lower jaw was already devoid of flesh, the jaw was even incomplete as the bullet had shattered the bone. The body shook once more and Demas rose, his eyes were bloodshot, red. He was like a character from a horror movies, there he stood with a shattered jaw. The blood gushing from his face stopped and the tendons began to grow, as he walked briskly towards the door, the muscles began to form.

Once Demas opened the door, his face had totally regenerated. Not a scratch was on his face, the only proof of the injury sustained was the blood stains on his face and clothes. He entered into one of the rooms and a figure hiding behind the door leapt out and shot at him, Demas was like the wind, he caught the rifle by its barrel and turned it towards the ceiling, the bullets launched into the ceiling.

Demas went a step further snatching the rifle and broke it in half, the figure before him froze, petrified. Demas grabbed him and bit straight into his neck, the figure resisted but the teeth sunk deep into his neck and the pulling force was powerful. Demas fed on his blood before ripping his throat with the teeth and dropped the lifeless body on.

The eyes of Demas brightened, he looked less grim and licked his lips. His countenance changes and he moved on to the next room, the exchange continued.

After a while, there was calm. A figure was bounded to a chair, his arms and legs were tied. Two men in suit stood before him, they were stained with blood. The door opened and Demas walked in, he held an handkerchief to wipe the blood stains off his face.

"Hello Drake!" Demas laughed lightly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

The one called Drake was drenched in sweat, he couldn't believe his eyes. A lot of things happened today that wasn't possible, but none could be compared to the very presence of Demas. After all, it was him who had fired the shotgun. The kill was confirmed.

"The rumors are true..." Drake laughed, his expression was akin to madness. "The were all true. You are all undead or whatever, that is why Anna remains supreme because her army can't be killed." Drake turned hysterical.

"You should have stayed away from Kay. Now you are guilty for more than you can be punished for, those rumors are to stay as rumors." Demas went towards Drake and leaned to whisper into his ear. Drakes eyes widened and before he could react, Demas bit into his neck.

Drake could only weep as he was drained of blood.

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