I Refuse To Fall, When They Still Exist

Rio has been hunting for angels since she can remember; travelling from state to state since she was born. When a shadowey succubus nearly takes away her breath, she has to fight to survive. And fight off her desires for the mysterious emo kid that helped her out.


5. Intermezzo

He tip-toed down the corridor, trying to make as little sound as possible. It should be nearly impossible when your boots are steel-toed, but he made none whatsoever.

The empty wards stood to the right of him, filled with the dead and the not-quite dead. The IV drips still attatched, but full of something scarlet and more nutritious than that dextrose solution. Nutritious for whoever, or whatever, had hijacked the small hospital though, and not for the patients/victims.

This was not a normal dream. Normal dreams aren't this precise. The thick rivers of fat and muscle on the floor are so exact, as are the fine, olive green lines in Dad's irises. The label of his army jacket was sticking out, and moving slightly as he went down the hall.

Two steel doors stood boldly at the end of the corridor, streaked with scarlet blood. Someone or something, and they had to have been injured badly, had been thrown against those doors. He casually walked towards them, hi-stepping over the slick fat rivulets. Like a kid playing Step On A Crack, Break Your Mom's Back.

Don't go in there! I wanted to say, but as the rules about dreams state, he couldn't hear me. He just carried on, with the butt of his best pistol hanging out of his jacket pocket, and the sawn-off shotgun in his hands. That was a good gun, the sawn-off. Got the blood of many dead angels on it's barrel.

Don't do it! There's something bad in there! Don't open those doors! I could hear something moving around behind those doors. It growled deeply, chewing on something that used to be attatched to a human being, as it padded behind the doors on large, clawed paws. Whatever it was, it was huge. With a bad attitude and a taste for human flesh.

Despite my pleas, Dad still headed towards the door, placed one hand on the handle, and pushed. As the thing behind it laughed, and laughed.

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