FINAL CHAPTER OF ARC 2 - 2/3: A Fight Beyond Comprehension!

Dr. Cato was bruised, his coat torn to shreds, and the amount of pain pumping throughout his body was unbearable. Angela kept cheering Eric on as he continued to toy with Dr. Cato. The doctor leaned against a filing cabinet, moaning from the insufferable pain given to him by Eric. Eric stood in front of him. He looked ready to end the fight once and for all.

Dr. Cato lowered an arm and felt something in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and felt his cross necklace. It felt hot and he knew why. He looked down and saw the cross was glowing, which gave him a sense of relief.

Dr. Cato’s eyes glistened from hope. Eric turned to Angela and gave her a thumbs up. Dr. Cato used the chance to get the necklace out, wrap it around his neck and then he closed his eyes, praying to himself. Eric was too busy to notice the cross glowing. Dr. Cato mumbled words, but as the cross shone brighter, it was bright enough for Eric to turn back and witness the craziness.

Eric quickly backed off. Dr. Cato took a deep breath and a gust of wind blew out of him. He didn’t know what was happening, or why Dr. Cato’s necklace was glowing. The doctor rose to his feet and glared at Eric, seeming confident.

“Brace yourself, because this is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me, you worthless thug!” Dr.Cato said. And then he charged at Eric with a monstrous punch.

Eric was too stunned from what he’d witnessed. He roared and drove a punch into Eric’s face.

Dr. Cato, with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face, opened his eyes. “No… NO! It-it can’t be!” he shouted hopelessly. The punch did absolutely nothing to Eric.

His fist trembled. “Wait… so that means he’s not a victim?” Dr. Cato said beneath his breath.

Eric grabbed Dr. Cato’s wrist and started twisting it like a twizzler, which brought him to his knees. “I don’t know what stupid magic trick you just pulled, but what I do know is…” Eric stopped twisting and looked into Dr. Cato’s scared eyes. “You’re nothing more than just a weakass bitch!”

Dr. Cato gasped. Eric started crushing his fist with his murderous grip.

“You had me fooled there for a second, thinking you were about to pull some damn cartoon crazy shit.” Eric leaned in towards the doctor’s frightened face. “Good thing I ain’t that dumb.”

Eric flung Dr. Cato back to his feet and gave him a powerful knee to the gut. Dr. Cato gagged and grabbed onto himself, then fell to the ground, moaning in silence.

Dr. Cato raised an arm and grabbed Eric’s jeans. “I’m not your enemy. Please, yo-you… don’t understand. I beg of you, don’t ta-take her away from me.” Dr. Cato continued moaning.

Eric only stared down and shook his head. The doctor then grabbed his arm and sighed. He was about to knock him out until five men in white stormed the room with batons and tasers. Eric smacked his lips, feeling frustrated over such child’s play. He cracked his neck and gestured for the men to come after him. They did, but they quickly split up to surprise Eric. One of them held a taser aimed at him.

Eric dodged but was caught off guard by another punch. He shot from behind and struck his back. Eric grunted, clenched his fists and tightened his face to fight off the stunning shock coursing through his body. One guy tried attacking Eric as he struggled, hurtling his baton full force at him.

Eric quickly grabbed the darts and ripped them out, then caught the guy’s arm and twisted it. He power punched his face. “You really think you could get me that easily? Fucking fools, all of you!”

They all rushed at him with stun batons. Goddamn we’re in a predicament now. Shit! Thought Eric.

Outside the facility, Eric’s men were running low on ammo. The watchmen informed them that a huge fleet of police were a couple of minutes away. Things were starting to get even more intense for everyone, but one person was having the worst torture of their life, and that person was Jack Samr. He was being beaten into a pulp, his life slowly coming to an end.

Angela stood still and watched as Eric fought off against the men. She heard the girl inside her head start screaming out Jack’s name. Angela sat back down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath so she could talk to the girl.

“What’s the matter? Why are you screaming his name?”

“Jack’s going to die!” she screamed sorrowfully into Angela’s mind.

“Wh-What do you mean he’s going to die?” Angela shouted.

“If I don’t do something now he’ll kill him. I have to help him!”

“Tell me what’s going on!” Angela yelled. Eric noticed and turned around, scratching his head in confusion as he continued dodging the batons.

She sounded so sad, but then her awful malicious voice returned, reminding Angela how awful she could be. “That bastard Mathew was torturing Jack with that wretched cross! He probably knew, and now he’s playing with him. This is my fault for being inside him. He knows we’re connected somewhat.”

“Connected? Somewhat? How do you know what’s happening?”

“Listen to me very carefully, don’t you dare lose consciousness on me! I’m going to go help Jack like I did those three times! You may not remember, but what I want you to do if you want to help Jack is to stay conscious for as long as possible. Take deep breaths, stay calm, and most importantly… keep your mind as clear as possible!”

Angela stayed silent. The girl quickly grew impatient and pleaded with Angela to clear her mind. Angela opened her eyes, feeling sceptical.

“Are you going to take over my mind?”

“No! Just do it! And I promise I won’t hurt you for a while.”

Angela sighed and clenched the bottom of her hoodie. “Fine!” She closed her eyes again. “Just don’t let my brother die. If you like him that much then protect him. Not just for you, but for me!”

She didn’t answer right away and didn’t like Angela’s tone. She brushed it off. “As you wish. Don’t worry, this will hurt me more than it’ll hurt you.”

She quietly chuckled, which creeped Angela out. “What now?” Angela asked.

“I’m about to experience the worst pain in some time, but it’ll be nothing like the pain he gave me centuries ago…” She giggled and raised her voice sadistically. “But my Jack will suffer along with me. That’s more than enough for me to bypass the pain I’ll succumb to!”

“Just shut up and go already! Save him!” Angela started taking slow, steady, calm breaths. She hid beneath the desk and relaxed.

She cleared her mind the best she could for the girl. She could feel her drift away from her body. Angela already felt dizzy and sensed her subconscious fading into darkness, but she managed to shake it off and continued breathing for Jack’s sake.

Mathew grabbed Jack’s arms, spun him around, then flung his broken body toward the glass room. He screamed, crashing straight into the glass like a rock as he flew through the room, slamming against the steel wall at the other side. He dropped and landed on Angela’s bed face first and Mathew suddenly appeared beside him. He grabbed Jack’s head and shot him like a torpedo off the bed and onto the other side of the laboratory. His broken body slammed horribly against the solid concrete wall. His body drifted down with his eyes having little to no life left in them. Jack was mortally wounded, his organs felt as if they were all about to explode, all his ribs were either broken or cracked, and his head was concussed beyond belief.

Mathew came up to Jack and grabbed him from behind his neck. “Not yet, boy. Not yet.”

Jack’s arms dangled like noodles while he quietly pleaded with Mathew to let go of him. “No… no more…” Jack muttered.

But Mathew wanted to teach Jack a lesson. He wanted him to suffer just as Angela had suffered, just as he had supposedly suffered. Mathew grunted, squeezing the hell out of Jack’s neck.

Jack was starting to lose consciousness until Mathew spun him around and rammed a horrific punch into his stomach, making him puke out blood. Jack’s eyes turned white. He coughed more blood onto Mathew’s face and passed out.

Mathew noticed how wobbly Jack’s body was. He knew he’d finally passed out and tossed Jack’s motionless body across the room and towards the glass room, collapsing whatever was left of the room on top of him.

Mathew smiled again and chuckled. “Incredible. I had no idea this thing possessed such strength against people like you, Jack!”

Mathew looked at his palms. I thought all this cross did was repel that girl in white away or defend against her attacks, but I had no clue it gives you the strength to fight against folks like you far beyond our strength.

Mathew closed his palms and lowered his arms. “I imagine this type of strength doesn’t work on normal people, so that means there’s actually more to this world than we thought. God sure is great! Now Jack, let’s finish this.” He slowly approached Jack’s unconscious body that was covered in glass and rubble.

Laying on the cold ground with debri burying him, Jack’s right eye was swollen and red. Blood oozed out of his mouth, and his body was lacerated by glass. Throughout all the years of being shot, beaten, jumped and even tortured, it was no match to what Jack was currently experiencing.

In his pulsing mind he thought, It hurts… It hurts so much. Is this what true pain feels like? I had no idea a human being could endure such torment…

Jack lifted an eye and said beneath his breath, “Eric, you je-jerk. You should’ve been the one fighting against hi-him, no-not me…”

Jack couldn’t notice Mathews’ heavy murderous footsteps approaching him. He could only hear his struggling, beating heart and constant ringing in his ears.

Jack used whatever leftover air his damaged lungs had to laugh quietly to himself. When it all seemed over for Jack, that girl’s voice popped into his dying mind, which made his fingers twitch.

“Don’t just lay there… Get up! I know you can beat him!” the girl in white said joyfully.

Jack softly coughed and grinned. “Oh, it’s you. Here to taunt me as I’m on the brink of death?” He quietly chuckled.

“No! I’m here to aid you. With me aiding you, you might have a chance at beating him with that damned cross around his neck!”

Jack started moving his arms a bit. “What’s with that cross anyways? How’s he able to possess unnatural strength far beyond what a normal person could have?”

Jack moved an inch, groaning loudly as Mathew approached fast.

“Most of all, how am I able to tolerate this pain without dying immediately from a single blow? I-I should be dead, right?”

She sighed. “I don’t know much about the stupid cross, but what I do know is that someone gave him that strength and are aware of my existence. But let’s show this fat jerk what we can do when we’re together!”

Jack slammed his fists on the ground to help himself up, but he collapsed again. He thought about what she’d said for a moment, remembering all the aftermaths when she did help him. He wondered what the damage would be like if he let her aid him fully, but it was a matter of life or death. He had no other choice but to succumb to her absolute darkness.

“Okay. Just help me get back to Angela, but in order to do that we need to beat this prick.”

She giggled with excitement. “Yes! Well, there’s one fault here though.”

Jack moaned. “Wha-What now?”

“We’re both about to experience the worst pains we’ve probably faced. Are you prepared for that? Well… maybe you,” she said in a serious tone.

Jack smiled and started laughing, which brought Mathew to a complete stop. “I’ve already experienced almost every definition and meaning of pain! It’s more like, are you ready… girl?” he said loudly.

She chuckled. “You’re right. How silly of me asking you such a stupid question. Are you ready?”

Jack finally raised his head and stared up at the bright ceiling. “One last thing… is there a chance that I might actually die for real this time?”

She was hesitant to answer his disturbing question at first, but then she giggled and answered. “Yes, but I’m not going to let that happen. I’m not letting you go that easily. You still have to give your promise, remember?”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah… you’re right…”

The red vessels in his eyes started turning black. That black mist appeared, but it steamed off his body and his fingers twitched violently. The color of his skin slowly turned white. He smiled and yelled, “Bring it!”

Mathew started laughing at Jack. “Boy, have you lost your damn mind? You want to die so badly that you finally wake up and beg me to take your life away?”

He slammed his palm over his eyes and continued laughing at Jack. “Oh Jack, you shouldn’t have!”

Mathew couldn’t contain himself. It was pure amusement for a grown bully like him, a man who’d always taken advantage of the weak and made them succumb to his selfish needs. Never in his life had he had this much fun beating up on someone weaker than him, even if they were a minor. Mathew always enjoyed torturing both weak-minded and physical people.

After enjoying himself in laughter, he wiped his tears. “This will be over real quick boy. Once I break that thick skull of yours, I’ll be sure to punish Angela to the fullest extent of what a father would do to a bratty child like her!”

As Mathew was about to approach Jack, he saw steam blowing out of the rubble that was on top of Jack. What, in the? Don’t tell me this boy’s smoking a blunt before he dies. Tch, what a worthless pile of degeneracy.

Mathew’s inner thoughts were disrupted by his vision, as he noticed that there was some black mist creaking through. Mathew finally realized what was happening and panicked. He grabbed a huge shard of glass nearby and launched it into the rubble. The glass disintegrated as soon as it reached the spot where he was buried.

“Damn! I got carried away. Shit!” he yelled out, as he stepped back and raised his fists.

Well, too late now. Let’s see how much of a connection you two actually pos—

An intense vibration in the air caught Mathew off guard. The rubble slowly rose off of Jack where he lay. His eyes turned completely white and his body twitched violently. The room’s tiles slowly rose. Jack grit his teeth with intensity as the surrounding rubble blew off his corpse. Mathew covered himself with his giant forearms from the hurtled debri that blew all over the place. He noticed right away that the room itself was shaking from Jack’s unholy aura.

Jack’s chest pounded intensely, as he started slamming his fists on the ground like a maniac. He shook his head erratically.

Mathew watched the possession taking place with furrowed brows and raised fists. “I knew it… you’re no longer human my boy. You’re a demon… just like her.”

As Eric’s men were on the brink of losing the battle outside with little to no ammo left, they heard the skies clapping, enough to vibrate their entire bodies. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. They saw that the sky was starting to act strange. The clouds were suddenly visible at this time of night. Another thunderous clap ravaged the sky. It broke every glass material within a hundred mile radius. Everyone ducked and covered their ears. Clouds started drifting and circling around the area where Mathew and Jack were located.

Jack’s body bounced erratically on the ground. His bones were breaking, limbs twisting, and black bolts of lightning shot out of his corpse and into the ceiling. His mouth opened and let out the most haunting sound of agony anyone had ever heard. The room they were in started cracking apart. All the electronics in the building blew up, and soon the whole building shook violently. Mathew watched in terror as the boy was creating a disaster in the making, which left him paralyzed in fear.

Nobody knew what was happening. From the looks of it, they thought they were about to be struck by a tornado. Lightning that was as black as night struck near the middle of the battle and the top of the building. It felt almost as if the world was coming to an end. Then horrific veins of purple streaks swarmed the sky and struck the ground. Violent winds blew away trees, broke walls, and tipped cars. It was enough to scare everyone away from the scene.

Eric felt the awful trembles. He heard the cries of agony mingled with the whistles of disaster, and felt extremely worried for the safety of his men. He had no clue what was happening, so his men called him and informed him of the situation outside. Eric ordered them to retreat immediately, but they told him that the shit had already hit the fan.

Everyone hopped into their damaged vehicles and drove off. The men in white retreated back into the facility and left their men’s behind.

Eric looked back at Angela and wondered if she was taking a nap, because she had her eyes closed.

Suddenly, more men with electric batons rushed into the room. Eric chuckled. “Bring it!”

Candy was the only one left standing in the parking lot. He stood there in silence, admiring the chaos that was ensuing. Black and purple bolts struck everywhere and dragged itself along the ground. Cars in the lot exploded and hovered in the air, then flew into the sky, revealing that reality had been broken.

Candy remembered something similar to this back at the facility when the two kids were escaping, never in his life would he think of seeing this bizarre event again. Now, he’s standing in the midst of it, which made him shed a tear filled with fear.

The last of Eric’s men had driven off except for one who took a glance back and saw that Candy was still standing there. “Hey! Fruit cup, we have to get the fuck out of here! Are you not seeing, feeling this shit femboy?!”

Candy softly blinked and balled his fists. “Go on ahead, I want to watch this for another minute, and embrace this-this devastation into my memories, forever.”

He shrugged and ran off, raising a hand. “Alright, good luck then, you’re a dead man, woman, whatever the fuck you are!”

Candy looked at the swirling clouds of darkness circling above the building. An unholy purple aurora was behind the broken skies and leaked out into reality. “This was exactly like that day at the facility when Jack and Angela escaped. If that’s you lil momma, then give em hell…”

Another one of Eric's guys who happened to be watching too got out of his car, ran to the young man watching the chaos, grabbed Candy’s arm and dragged him while he continued staring at the supernatural phenomena. Come back to us guys. We’ll be waiting…

He followed the men and hopped in a car, then took one last look at the building. “Good luck guys. Please don’t die.”

The entire gang loaded the wounded and dead into the cars and then drove away as fast as possible. Now that the last of the group was gone, the parking lot was nothing more than a barren aftermath of littered corpses of the men in white and bullet casings.

Jack’s mouth dripped black, still wailing the ghostly cries of agony, his mouth wide. His open eyes widened out as he slowly levitated off the ground as black sparks shot out off his body. The ceiling above broke and Mathew saw the unholy massacre that Jack was creating.

Jack was back on his feet with his back turned to Mathew. Mathew was a little worried, but quickly evaporated any signs of fear. He smirked and waited for Jack’s next move.

The boy had his fists clenched, his head down, and he had a smile so vile that he seemed mentally broken. The vessels in his eyes were black, his skin was as pale as the floor, and an aura of smoky black corruption formed around him. Mathew waited and watched Jack twitch, then make sounds of struggling breathing.

Jack shut up, and then the chaos around him flickered and shot veiny black plasma all across the room, tearing apart the colors of reality. Then he suddenly turned around and opened his mouth, releasing a trail of angered steam. They both stared at each other, and the chaos came to a complete stop. There was silence, the skies turned back to normal, the aurora faded away, then reality repaired itself all on its own.

Mathew applauded Jack, breaking the silence. He gestured for him to fight. Jack replied with a nasty snarl, exposing the blackness inside his mouth. Doing that blew a gust of darkness out of Jack’s pores, which made more rubble blow away.

Mathew barked at Jack, treating him like some rabid dog, then he smiled and cracked his fingers. “So? You’ve finally shown yourself, bitch. I’ve met you three times now, but I never would’ve imagined I’d see Jack allow himself to be possessed!” Mathew angrily smacked his lips and spat on the ground. “What a joke you are, Jack. Truly… You’re such a pathetic boy!” He noticed Jack growling and tilted his head. “What's the matter? Can’t either of you talk to me?”

The boy hunched forward, spread his arms out, gripping the air and replied with another disturbing wail.

Mathew readied himself with a fighting pose. “Come on! Show me how connected the two of you are!”

The misty aura around Jack grew even bigger. It moved rapidly like a chainsaw with sharp black blades, and the moment the steam emitted out of Jack’s mouth turned black, he exploded and sprinted at Mathew with speeds far beyond human vision. It caught Mathew off guard.

Jack popped in front of Mathew. However, Mathew had no time to react, which allowed Jack to land a gigantic painful blow to Mathew’s gut. The man gagged and got rocketed to the ceiling, then bounced off and slowly fell. Jack waited and as soon as he saw Mathew falling towards him, he extended his knee back and shot it with all his strength against Mathew’s spine, creating a small shockwave, which finally drew blood from his gagging mouth.

Jack hammer fisted Mathew away off his knee. His big body slammed against the concrete wall.

Mathew clenched his teeth out of sheer anger. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that someone like Jack was able to land such amatuer attacks against him. He wasn’t mad, he was filled with ravenous rage.

He pushed himself off the wall and wiped blood off his lip. Even though his eyes were filled with blind rage, he noticed something odd about Jack. He saw his hand tremble, and spotted Jack’s left hand was burning. He even seemed short of breath as well, so he took a deep breath to ease his anger and grinned, then grabbed his cross and quietly chuckled.

So he’s still weak after all. Hahaha, Mathew thought.

The last thing Mathew noticed was the fact that, even though it hurt when Jack landed those hits, they still felt rather weak, as if he were being sucker punched by an amatuer street fighter.

“I don’t know how I’m still standing after what you did to me, boy! But what I do know is that God is protecting me so much that every time you guys attack, you actually end up hurting yourselves!” He pointed at Jack’s hand, seeming confident again. “What a joke! I do have to admit though, both of you together are pretty strong. Too bad you’re fighting against the wrong person!”

Mathew ran at Jack, surprising him by tackling and carrying him across the entire room in a matter of seconds. They both crashed through the thick concrete wall and into the other room. Jack retaliated by hammering his fists onto his back, but Mathew laughed and then slammed Jack on the ground with a ferocious body slam. Jack screamed and kicked back up, then dashed at Mathew and threw a right punch.

Mathew dodged, then threw a left punch while grabbing Jack’s arm. Mathew grit his teeth and tried to reverse Jack, but Jack bent Mathew’s arm and slammed him on the ground. Mathew’s eyes bugged out, grinded his teeth, and the veins on his neck were pulsing heavily. Jack leaped into the air and stomped on Mathew’s gut.

The entire thick floor beneath Mathew dented, vibrated and shook the room. He laughed and grabbed Jack’s ankles, catching him by surprise. He jumped in front of his face, giving Jack the headbutt of a lifetime.

Jack’s head wobbled. Mathew followed up with a terrifying straight punch into his face. Jack screamed as he flew away and crashed through the walls to the outside world. His body skidded for miles, pushing trees aside and creating waves of dirt.

Mathew caught up and kicked Jack back towards the building, then somehow teleported back to the room to wait for Jack to arrive. Jack screamed as he flew back into the room. Mathew had a fist ready and gave Jack an underhook punch to his gut, which made Jack vomit black fluid all over the floor.

Jack fell on his back. Mathew tried stomping on his chest, but Jack rolled on the ground to avoid it. He quickly got back up and rushed at Mathew again, with a retracted arm ready to slam his fist right into Mathew’s face. However, Mathew ducked and uppercutted Jack instead.

Jack flew upwards. He appeared behind Jack and rammed a fist on his back. It was viscous enough to hurtle his body back into the last room they were in. Jack’s body fell, then his face dragged along the ground and broke along the tiles. His face burned, but that didn’t stop him. Once Mathew appeared again Jack stood right back up, spun around, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Mathew gripped the boy's neck, slapped the souls out of Jack then grinded a finger into his ear afterwards. “Calm down boy. We’re just getting started!”

Mathew threw him away and cracked his knuckles. I can’t believe we’re fighting like this! It’s like something out of a comic book!

Jack rolled on the ground, regained his posture, shook his head and growled.

“Come on boy, get serious for me!” Mathew ran to him. He saw Jack ready himself.

Jack threw an uppercut to the approaching oaf, but he dodged it. But Jack caught Mathew off guard and got a hold of him, though by doing that his body got burnt horrendously. He fought through the pain and wrapped his arms around Mathew.

“What are you doing, boy?” Mathew screamed. With all his strength, Jack flung Mathew’s giant body towards the gate and the big guy dented it upon impact.

Jack took a knee, heavily panted to then randomly regained consciousness again and seemed rather lost. He looked around and spotted the destruction they’d caused. Then the excruciating pain he experienced throughout the fight violently reactivated his nerves, which left him screaming loudly. He dropped to all fours, puked black fluid and looked up, spotting Mathew trying to get back up.

“I-I don’t know what just happened!” he groaned. “But what I do know is that I-I’m whooping your ass!” Jack then chuckled painfully.

“N-No you weren’t. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I-I can’t keep this up any longer. I have limits too, you know,” the girl said inside Jack’s head, moaning in excruciating pain.

Jack stood on his feet again with his left arm dangling by his side. “Wait… y-you mean you can’t help me no more?”

Jack couldn’t catch his breath. Holy crap! This is bad…

Jack saw an angry Mathew charging at him. He tried moving out of the way, but Mathew was too fast. He dashed behind Jack like the wind, grabbed him and german suplexed him one last time.

Mathew kicked Jack over and started punching him straight in the face. As he did he saw there was no sizzling on the boy's face when their flesh met. His skin looked normal too, after glimpsing around the boy's body while pummeling his giant knuckles onto his face, right away he noticed the black mist was gone too.

Jack’s nose bled profusely. He scrunched up his face, feeling like he’d lost the fight.

Mathew landed one final blow, resting his fist onto Jack’s face. Mathew blew air out his nose and removed his fist, seeming confused, but he threw that confusion away and decided it was time to end the pointless fight. So he grabbed a piece of glass and tried stabbing Jack. Jack rolled away and tried his best to avoid being cut. Yet, with all that effort, Mathew still managed to barely cut Jack’s back.

Mathew grew more impatient. “Come out, bitch!” he yelled. “Come out so I can kill you and free that annoying girl!”

Mathew still slashed at a rolling Jack, making the boy scream and bringing amusement to the twisted man's ears. His eyes twitched erratically as he kept slashing in a maniacal pleasurable way, bringing out a huge grin reaching to the edges of his eyes.

When Jack stopped rolling, he grabbed some dust nearby and waved it in front of Mathew’s view, which blinded him momentarily. He got up and spotted his gun. He grabbed a broken piece of concrete and threw it at Mathew, managing to strike his head. Mathew fell back. Jack finally smiled and ran to his weapon, then looked around for the magazine but it was nowhere to be found.

Jack grabbed his gun, glancing everywhere to find that mag, but he miraculously spotted the one bullet Mathew had ejected out of the chamber. He rushed to that single round, diving to shorten the distance, then grabbed it and loaded it into the chamber.

Mathew grabbed his head, feeling that cheap shot pulsate. Shaking his head and standing back on his feet, Mathew saw Jack with his gun. He took no time to wait and threw the glass he was using at Jack’s hand. It went right through Jack’s palm, which made him drop the gun.

Jack yelled out in agony. He couldn’t pull the shard of glass out because it was just too painful to do so. Instead, he looked ahead and saw Mathew coming at him like a bull. He landed on Jack, got off him, grabbed his legs, and spun Jack around in circles. The moment he let go of Jack he was thrown towards the collapsed room, and he landed shoulder first onto a sharp broken pipe.

Blood exploded out of Jack’s shoulder. He screamed and lay there on the brink of death. He tried using whatever strength he had to pull the pipe out, but it was far too long for him to even pull it out of the concrete.

Mathew was breathing heavily from his growing anger and stood there with a fist raised to his face. “Holy shit! I w-was so close to killing you! Damn! I should really get back into training once this is over.”

Mathew picked up Jack’s gun and slowly walked towards him. Jack laid there bleeding and scared.

“Now, this is the end, Jack. You fought well but too bad! Even with the help of that demon you stood no chance…” He raised the gun next to his face with a sinister smile. “I hope you’ve said your prayers punk, because I know damn well that it’ll do you no good!”

Mathew stopped in front of Jack, watching the river of blood flow out of his shoulder, his body all broken, and stared into that look of despair on the boy’s beaten face.

Jack struggled, but he couldn’t do anything. “No… No!” Jack yelled.

Mathew laughed.

Jack tried pulling his body forwards to pull the pipe out of his shoulder, but Mathew stomped on his chest, stopping him from going any further. He could feel his ribs crack and began piercing his lungs. Mathew slowly raised the gun at Jack’s face.

Jack realized his situation and accepted death, and even embraced it. He lowered his head and let out one last chuckle. “Well, this is it…”

Mathew started squeezing the trigger.

I’m sorry Angela, I’m sorry Randolph, I’m sorry to everyone. But most of all… I’m sorry, Carolyn…

“Goodbye Jack!” Mathew shouted.

Jack closed his eyes. “Oh shit!”

Then a loud, horrific girly voice screamed, “No!”

Mathew pulled the trigger. The gun exploded.

“Son of a bitch!” Mathew yelled out in pure frustration.

The bullet disintegrated before it could touch Jack’s face. Mathew was absolutely livid.

The black mist exploded out of Jack once again, releasing a powerful pressure that was enough to blow Mathew away from him. He landed at the other side of the room on his back and then slammed his fists on the ground, throwing a childish temper tantrum. Jack’s previous wounds were healing disgustingly by regrowing their arteries, putting his ribs back together, and flesh slid, molding together. He let out a scream, cracking the walls from his ravenous cry. Jack intensely glared at Mathew, twitching his lips as he snarled at him.

Mathew got up. His veins popped out of his huge neck and forehead from the limitless anger that was stirring up inside him. Mathew readied himself into a tackling position, watching Jack pull himself off the pipe in a horrific manner as his own blood spewed out with black plasma sparking all over his body.

Jack let out one last war cry. Mathew screamed out too. They both stared into each other’s eyes as the hate they had towards each other brewed inside their wretched souls.

The auras surrounding their bodies were fully visible and grew rapidly, shaking the room with intensity. They both looked at each other. It was enough to make it seem like an earthquake was about to strike not only the area around them, but the entire city of Flint as well. The rubble around them hovered, the building shook, and they were about to go at each other in full force.

Mathew screamed and charged at Jack, then disappeared out of thin air. Jack charged even faster until he finally saw Mathew stomping towards him. The moment their palms collided, a huge shockwave emitted off the sheer force of their violent collision. The ground expanded beneath their feet and blew everything around them away from them. It broke the building in half, the tremors felt across the entire city. Everyone else who wasn’t involved in the first floor felt the unpleasant pressure wave past their bodies.

Eric felt that weird sensation and vibration. He’d fought off most of the men by now but he was growing tired. He ran to Angela and found that she was still asleep. He sighed, but noticed blood was leaking out of her nose. Blood even crept out of her mouth too.

Eric grabbed her and pulled his gun out. More men stormed the room, but he took no time to shoot at those bastards. He managed to kill a few and shot an extinguisher beside them, which created a cloud around the men. Eric covered Angela’s face and sprinted past the men. He was out of the room and on his way to Jack.

As Eric sprinted, he heard unearthly distortion. He stopped for a second, noticing the floor above him wobbling. “What the hell’s happening?” He heard men’s footsteps. “God dammit! Jack, hurry your ass up so we can claim victory.”