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�� Tamara
sat next to Abe in the unmarked BPRD garbage truck, her legs under her chin,
her hand in his. Abe looked straight ahead while she watched the city pass
through the silver tinted two-way glass. In the cab of the truck, behind where
they sat, their respective powers helped them make sense of Clay�s muffled
ranting. �He was very upset Alyra mislead
them, even more so that he was missing some game by leaving the BRPD
headquarters, chasing nothing. After a moment of heated intensity and very
little response from the other two Agents inside with him, Clay calmed and then
Tamara spoke.
�� Could
it be that Alyra misinterpreted her vision?� she asked. �The case files I have
read said no Agency relies totally on the word of one psychic. There are
usually many used to clear a case, certainly more than two.�
�� Abe
shook his head once. �The Sisters are special, Dr. Knight. Alyra is a
descendent of the Phythias of Apollo�s Temple, the Oracles of
Delphi. Her visions are never wrong.�
�� Well
they are now.� Tamara�s hand fell away as she stood, nearing the glass as they
pulled onto the gravel passageway. There were other cars there, several black
trucks, all spread out over the grass with their spinning lights. Men and women
in trench coats and slicked back hair stood like the statues rooted in the
moonlit space, only their heads moved as they followed the truck pulling past.
The scene reminded her of the night she unwittingly laid eyes on her first B.P.R.D.
agent, driving past the cluster of dark vehicles as she headed for the museum.
She felt that same air of detached reserve, that same frightening cool that
made them seem less than human, but now she experienced it from a totally new
angle, from the centre and absolute thick of it.
�� Abe
walked to the truck�s end and pressed the button, lowering the partition,
creating the walkway for exit. He looked back at Tamara before stepping on the
metal walk, offering her a hand to hold as they moved down the steep decline.
She took it, not that she needed the help but because he offered and she was
slightly unnerved, so much so she was hesitant to let him go as Hellboy strode
toward them, but she did. Liz trailed not too far behind; a cigarette tucked
between her slender fingers and behind her, amazingly, the Professor.
�� We�ve
combed every bit of this building and the surrounding area,� Hellboy said.
�Unless you and your special powers can find something Brother Blue, this will
be a total bust.�
�� Abe
nodded and took off his glove, unveiling the one thing he ever truly needed in an
investigation aside from a gun. Stretching his newly freed fingers, he raised
his hand and spread his fingers wide, pulling the delicate inter-webbing
between them taught as rope. Almost instantly he felt a flash of telling
energy. He marched forward and there was almost a chorus of clicks behind him,
Agents who drew their weapons and took off the safety as they followed him. In
their experience, Abe was never wrong either and they armed themselves
accordingly, snapping fresh rounds into their weapons and loading them loudly.
�� Abe
barely heard their ruckus and did not break his stride. His hand still waved in
front of him, pushing air left then right, searching for the frequency that
sparked with life. Abe walked up the crumbling steps of the church, past the
rotted double doors, down the glass covered aisle to the pulpit. He stopped
behind what used to be the priest�s podium and tilted his head. Crouching to
his knees, he scuttled round the space like a long legged blue crab, pulling
himself closer to the ground where energy was strongest.
�� There
was a moment of still silence and then he spoke, letting his hand drop. �There
is something here�.below.�
�� Liz
came forward and kicked the debris and glass away from where the man pointed.
Now uncovered, everyone could clearly see the difference between one stone slab
and the ones that surrounded it, more gnarled and darker in colour.
�� There
was never a mention of a cellar,� she said. �All the activity was restricted to
the confines of the church.�
�� Or
so we thought,� Agent Willis said taking a shovel from the ground.
�� Hellboy
brought Liz back with an arm around the waist as the other Agents moved
forward, following Willis� lead. Together, they jammed crowbars and whatever
else they could find under the edges of the thing to pry it up until it finally
gave. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoed in the small space as
the slab finally uprooted with a breath of smoke and ash. They meant to move
the tile to the side when it broke in two, the pieces falling down a long
narrow staircase into a pit, faintly lit by a candle no one could see.
�� Only
Hellboy dared near, grabbing the edge with his stone hand and peering inside
with his yellow eyes. �Smells really nice and spicy down there,� he grunted.
�Like the inside of a cab.�
�� Tamara
stilled like she was hit by a bolt, her posture straightening immediately. The
mark, hidden under her sweater and coat began to seethe. �Juniper berries,
Frankincense, Mastic�the ingredients of Kepet,� she said swallowing thickly.
Something inside fought with her but she managed to plant a shaking foot down
and pull herself a step closer to it.
�� And
that would be?� Hellboy asked looking over his shoulder. He had to turn his
head when the Professor responded.
�� Its Egyptian incense,� the old man replied.
�Some say they used it for medicinal reasons and also to fumigate temples.�
�� Oh,
do tell what the �other�s� said.� Hellboy sarcastically smiled, bringing the
Samaritan from its holster.
�� The
Professor glanced at the huge weapon and sighed, �The �Others�,� he began,
slightly rolling his eyes. �Said it was to drive evil away, initiate a
spiritual mind and open communication with the gods.�
�� Drive
away evil,� Hellboy repeated, switching the ammunition in the gun to a larger
calibre. He clicked the barrel shut and cracked a handful of glow sticks
against his stone hand. �Well, here�s hoping it works,� he said moving down the
steps.
�� A
few other agents moved with him, including Willis and Clay, who brought up the
rear. The basement of the old church was far bigger than the little building
itself. It seemed to go for miles, like a city sewer, or something else equally
vast and labyrinthine. The sand coloured pillars and arching doorways seemed
more reminiscent of the catacombs of Rome rather than sublevel in
Warehouse district New Jersey.
�� How
could we have missed this?� Clay muttered.
�� We
might have, but someone sure didn�t.� Hellboy pointed at one of the small
chambers. Inside the candlelit space, there were rows of gleaming wooden pews,
heavy and thick, older than the last six centuries but perfectly cleaned. They
all sat in perfectly aligned rows facing the front where an altar stood, a
sacrifice draped across its top. Clay looked away with a wince, lowering his
gun.
�� Someone
you know?� Hellboy asked, nearing the spread.
�� Clay
nodded his head, �Naomi Carleton. She was one of the Sister�s students.�
�� So
why would they sacrifice the medium?� Willis asked. �I thought they needed her
for the ritual.�
�� They
also need the remains,� Hellboy replied, holstering his weapon. He walked round
the altar and frowned, �But those are still on lock down. Why would they come
down here and set all this up just to kill the medium? It makes no sense��
��
�� Back
inside the church, everyone tensed a little as Abe�s communication device
crackled to life. Everyone with the exception of the blue man who anticipated
it and touched the button at its side with unhurried grace.
�� Yes,
Red?� he said, continuing to search through the collection of books he brought
along.
�� Looks
like things are empty down here too, �cept for a body. I think we found the
true altar for Larrioux,� he said. �Tell forensics they can come and process
the scene.�
�� Abe
glanced up and saw the line of Agents descended the steps, the forensics team,
eager to complete the order. �Red, they are on their way.�
�� Hellboy
terminated the communication and Abe stood, moving to follow the forensics
detail with a relevant text in hand. As he reached the bottom of the steps deep
in the cellar, he was struck by an overwhelming feeling. The scene was now
curiously devoid of the energy he sensed before. Absent. Vacant. The stones
under his hands felt wrong, empty�manufactured.
�� Tucking
the book under his arm, Abe bumped his hand along the wall, reading the energy
of the place more, while the other reached for the communication device on his
belt. He was so engaged in both actions, he did not see the flash of gold
behind him, or the black figure that darted among the pillars.
�� Red,
something else is here�it�s altering the energy here.�
�� How
do you mean, Abe?�
�� I
can�t explain it but I think we should exercise caution, this place is not
secure�Red? Red?�
�� Abe
listened to dangerous static filled pause. His heart began to race when he
heard the echo of an agonised scream and then shots, four in total before
another agonised scream. The Agents around him scrambled for their weapons as a
great breath swept over the halls, howling, screaming as it found them. It
extinguished the candles of the altar and everything around them fell into
absolute darkness and in it, something moved. The patter of hurried feet echoed
all around him. Slowly Abe felt the gun at his side, snapping the holster open
and drawing it out halfway before he was struck.
�
�� Tamara
took her head from the floor. �Why are they shooting?�
�� I
didn�t hear anything,� Liz said. She came to where Tamara crouched and listened
intently. �I still don�t hear anything.�
�� Well
I can.� Tamara moved to the cellar entrance and pulled her gun. She only reached
the second step before a burst of air blew her back, bringing with it the
screams of the men below and the scent of blood. A smell she hated she could
readily recognise.
�� Tamara
sat up with a wince. The mark on her arm writhed like crazy, twisting her skin.
She held it as she struggled to stand up. It felt like the limb was threatening
to tear apart and then a few desperate breaths later it was gone. So was
Tamara, down the staircase. She picked up her gun and trampled down the entrance
following her nose to where she knew Abe and the others to be, ignoring both
Nek�kem and Liz�s cries for her to stop.
�� Tamara,
no! We need to wait for back up!� Liz exclaimed, uselessly. The woman was long
gone, so far, Liz could no longer see her. She could, however, see the shadowy
outline of the running woman in the muzzle flares of the rapidly firing
guns.� �Dammit,� she growled,
standing.�
�� Liz
took out her own gun and followed after her, radioing for back up to the Agents
outside.
�
�� Hellboy
fell against the stone bench on his back, cracking the thing in two neat
halves. He sat up slowly, hands sliding on the inclined stone slabs, dazed and
slightly confused as to how the average looking bald man before him managed to
throw all seven feet and nearly one ton of him across the room. Not that he
could ask. The stranger seemed to not speak English or preferred to let his
blades do the talking. The twin golden scimitar blades spun like a wheel in his
hands, clanged together twice in what the red agent was starting to recognise
as a prelude to a well placed strike. If he had known that before hand, perhaps
Willis and Clay wouldn�t have gotten tossed unconscious against the wall. He
heard the tell tale clang echo behind him just before they were ambushed.
�� Hellboy
rolled forward and stood, shaking the bits of stone from his shoulders. �Look
pretty boy, I don�t want to have to mess up that face of yours, but if
you�.ok.�
�� The
man struck at him and Hellboy slunk out of his range, cracking his big stone
fist on the back of his head as he passed. The strike propelled the man
forward, right into the wall, splintering hard surface with spider web like
fissures, but not his head. He peeled away from the stone and his features were
neat as ever, the thick black kohl eyeliner he wore had not even smudged. He
stood and dusted off his thatched leather armour, swinging the teal and onyx
scales that hung off the chest like he had been merely slapped.
�� Alright,
pal. Now you�re starting to piss me off,� Hellboy grit. �Maybe if you tell me
what this all about, we can talk this through��

�� Niuserre
looked at the big red monster with eyes narrowed. He could not understand what
it was saying, it spoke English, but he gathered from its tone and body
language it did not want to fight him. Even its fighting style was one of
defence rather than offence. It moved when he did, reacting to his action. Either
it knew he was the superior fighter or it was stalling, wasting his time to
protect the Ba. He thought the latter as he felt the vessel near.
�� The
sacred temple incense made the creature inside her visible to those sensitive
to it. So long as the vessel breathed in the perfume, the creature was
illuminated by green light. It was made faint by the layers of stone between
them but Niuserre could clearly spy the tiny flash of colour passing through
the halls before of him, just behind the red giant that stood in his way.

�� If
not, that�s fine too. I�m done being nice with you. You make one more step
toward me and I am going to put you through that wall,� Hellboy said pointing
to the barrier behind the man.
�� Stupid
creature,� Niuserre hissed, clanging his blades together. �Get out of my path
or suffer the consequence.�
�� Hellboy
shook his head and put up his fists, he didn�t understand what the man said,
but he knew what touching the blades meant. �Alright,� he nodded, flicking his
hands toward him in challenge. �But don�t say I didn�t warn �ya.�
�� Niuserre
charged, his blades out at his side, skirting across the space with blinding
otherworldly speed. He moved with all the swiftness of a gust a wind, cutting a
path to his target so fast, his weapons seemed to sing as the air passed over
them. The muscles in his strong thighs coiled and he launched himself in the
air. He sailed sure and true, aimed to drive his blades into the beast�s head
when suddenly he felt pain bloom through his entire body.
�� In
an explosion of power, the red beast surged forward, driving into his body like
one huge fist with its entire weight. Niuserre�s body became gelatinous, the
bones inside broke into so many pieces as the creature forced his entire body
to bend around its hulking form. The jagged bits of his skeleton swam like the
chunky ingredients of a soup inside the bag of his skin. Still he managed to
dig his blades in the creatures back as he was driven into the stone; twisting
them once as together they tunnelled deep into the rock.
��
�� Tamara
stilled, a deafening crash commanded it. Even Nek�kem shut up his protesting as
the earth under her feet, the walls around her, the ceiling above her, shook
like the entire thing was about to come down on her that instant. Then there
was silence. And then footsteps. The pitter and patter of sure feet, moving
toward her, running toward her.
�� Tamara
crouched to her knees and aimed her weapon in the direction of the sound; the
pen sized flash light held in her right hand over the barrel. The small circle
of light jittered with her nervous shaking, bobbling over darkened hallways
that seemed to go on forever and the columns that supported them. There was
seemingly nothing there, but she heard it. And through the dense fog of the
perfume, she smelled it. Sweat and musk. Fear and anxiety�although not
exclusively her own.
�� Tamara
gripped the things in her hands and stood with a shuddered breath. All she
wanted to do was find Abe. She wanted to make sure he was ok and then she could
go. Hellboy could take care of himself, he always survived, even when the odds
were impossible but Abe was more fragile than his red brother.
�� But not as fragile as you! RUN!�
�� Nek�kem
sent her lurching forward, just as the wall beside her broke open. A huge hulk
of a man with a sledge hammer broke it, sending bits of crumbling stone flying.
On her back, her weapon and light still trained, Tamara watched as he hunched
to step through the hole he created and stood fully as he bore down on her with
hard black eyes.
�� He
was tall, gigantic even, thick all over, nearly bursting out of the thatched
leather amour and skirt he wore. The muscles of his massive arms rippled and
the light caught the golden rings he wore round them, etched with
hieroglyphics. He was preparing to lift something heavy and Tamara knew what.
She shifted on her back and aimed for his head, she shot twice and was rewarded
with a groan, but the golden mallet still struck down on her, crushing her leg
with an awful crack.
�� Tamara�s
body pinched in half as she screamed, raising her head and feet off the ground with
the pitchy howl. The pain was so intense and overwhelming she could not help
but wail as she did but despite her tears, she shot again. In the muzzle flare
she could see him jolt backward with each blast, moving like a zombie with
short stumbling steps further away until he fell out of the light completely.
The man fell into the hole he made and Tamara flopped on her side, crawling to
an alcove out of the way, dragging her lame leg behind her.
�� Nek�kem
forced her to her knee, �Get up�RUN!�
�� Tamara
winced as she wrapped her arms around a nearby pillar. She held fast to the
thing as she eased herself up onto her good leg, helped by the compulsion of
the entity within her. She could feel its arms around her, circling her,
holding her against the column. She could also feel its fear beating against
her back. It did not bode well that it was as afraid as she was.
�� Now
off the ground, Tamara hugged the cool stone closer and rested her face against
it. She decided to go against what both Abe and the Professor suggested and
engage the thing in conversation, talking to the only thing that would hear her
now. She was lost, injured and surrounded by some very angry people. She could
still hear their footsteps echoing all around her navigating the winding and
maze like halls as she did. It sounded crazy, but she felt like they were
gunning for her.
�� This
is not about Larrioux anymore, is it?� She panted. There was no response, but
Tamara felt the answer to that question. �Then what�s going on!? Who are these
people? Why do they make you so afraid?�
�� We
are the Ahemait,� a low baritone voice spoke from somewhere. �We make the Ba
afraid because he knows we are here to bind it.�
�� The
woman could not see him in the darkness, the entity within had not given her
that gift yet, but it had given her a heightened sense of smell and hearing.
Sefu�s footsteps were light as soft wind through a rolling valley, but still in
the blackness that draped them all, her head followed him, her eyes on his face
as if she saw him. She seemed to even see Djer�s as he entered behind him.
�� Tamara
knew the pair of them were there and adjusted herself accordingly, standing
upright, with back against the pillar. She limped with them, to keep them in
front of her, not at her back.
�� I
don�t understand,� she said to the stranger. �Ba? As in Egyptian Ba? This is a
soul I have trapped inside me?�
�� She
speaks,� Djer gasped in his native language. �None of them have ever spoken
except to wish us death.�
�� Sefu
hissed at he boy to be silent, �Do not lose your focus, Djer. Only rely in your
training and your sword.�
�� The
young man took a step back as his master peeled out of his coat, revealing the
thatched leather armour and golden rings on his muscled arms. Sefu drew the
blades from his side and clanged them together, declaring he was ready for
battle but it was not as if he had to. Tamara could now see the clothes he wore
were that of an Egyptian warrior. The skirt of leather strips, over a linen
cloth. The scale armour and the turquoise inlay metal shin guards. Men of that
time only dressed like that when they prepared for a fight. And he was.
�� Sefu
swung and the woman fell backward, slipping away from the post to fall against
the wall. He moved again and she pushed with all her might to volley into the
corner. He had her now, trapped between the wall and him. There was absolutely
nowhere for her to go. But also no way for him to see the other woman at his
back, gun in hand. Liz lined up her shot and fired off two shots, one that hit
him in the hinge of his elbow, making his arm swing back like a broken cabinet
door and the other hit him in the centre of his neck. She took a cautious step
inside, the gun still trained on him as he fell with a hiss.
�� Tamara
let out a long breath and closed her eyes, sending a tear to roll down her
cheeks. She would have told Liz how grateful she was to see another familiar
face if the wall behind her didn�t suddenly give way. It rotated slowly,
peeling back to open another stairway that led to smaller pit. The ancient
flight of wooden steps was brittle and gave way as Tamara tumbled onto them and
she fell screaming into yet more darkness. Liz shot again as another man
followed her one she had not see hidden in the far corner of the room.
�� Sefu
pushed himself off the floor with a roar, blood pouring from his mouth,
commanding him to stop but Djer sucked in his gut slid his wiry body through
the slender gap just as it shut.
�� Alright,�
Liz growled, stamping her foot on the man�s back. She forced him down to the
floor and aimed for his head, ready to blow his brains onto the ground. �Who
are you?�
�� No
one you can kill,� he said, twisting onto his back. She shot at him but it hit
the dirt beside his head.
�� Sefu
kicked his leg and slammed into the side of her face, tossing the petite
brunette headlong into the pillar at her side. He stood and slowly rotated his shoulders,
squeezing the bullet from his neck with the motion. He waved his aching arm,
rotating that as it knitted and repaired from injury. Sefu and his arm were
completely whole again when Ra�neb stumbled into the room, dragging his golden
hammer behind his lumbering and injured body.
�� Come
help me, the creature is on the other side,� Sefu said, touching the wall,
desperately trying to find the trigger.
�� Is
it trapped?� Ra�neb asked. �If so, we can leave it there until the vessel dies.
It will only take a few years.�
�� Djer
is trapped inside with it.�
�� Ra�neb
watched his master pull at the wall. While he himself held a soft spot for
their littlest brother too, he did not forget, as Sefu obviously had, that
their primary objective was and always would be to contain the creature at any
cost. No matter what.�
�� That
is unfortunate Djer is with it SefuOnure�but is it trapped?� Sefu did not
respond and Ra�neb moved closer, putting his hand on the man�s shoulder. �Djer
would understand why we need to leave him there. He would gladly sacrifice his
life to save others.��
�� No!�
Sefu pushed off Ra�neb�s hand and slammed his fist into the wall, only denting
it slightly and bloodying his knuckles. �Help me or go away,� he said punching
again.
�� Fine,�
Ra�neb nodded. He picked up the hammer and swung, heavy and sure.
�
�� Tamara
popped her head off the ground; the loud resounding strike tore her out of her
unconsciousness. The burning ache in her leg reminded her that this wasn�t some
nightmare she just woke from and a movement from nearby reminded her she was
not alone. Tamara reached into the pockets of her cargo pants and pulled out a
pair of glow sticks. She cracked them against the ground and backed away,
seeing a crumpled mass across from her, a pile of flesh and clothes, slowly but
awkwardly pop and jerk as it moved.
�� Despite
the shaking and twitching she could tell it was a man� a teenage boy and his
body wrenched and jolted like that because limbs that broke during his fall
were healing right before her eyes. Tamara struggled to stand. There was never
a shortage of columns or pillars in this place and she used another to help her
off the floor. The boy rose too, his hips twisting like a cork screw as he
righted himself and strode toward her.
�� We
have come to bind you, foul Ba,� he said stalking closer.
�� Hearing
the ancient Egyptian dialect welled fear in her body. It suddenly became overly
apparent that she was truly alone this time, cut off from all those who could
protect her and trapped with someone who meant her the worst harm. Someone who
knew Nek�kem was inside her. It sent a blood curdling spike of terror to
realise this had been a trap, the reason for all this bloodshed and suffering
had been made for her.
�� D-did
hem su�mmon as we�ll?� she asked, stuttering over the long dead language.
�Nek�kem�is yo�ur ma�ster?�
�� The
boy brandished a knife then, thrusting back his cloak to point a long curved
golden scimitar at her face. �Strike your tongue beast,� he growled. �It is you
who will learn to call us master.�
�� N�ot
Nek�kem,� Tamara yelled, patting her chest. �N�ot! Nek�kem!�
�� Djer
tilted his head with a distrusting sneer, twisting the blade on her nose in the
same direction. It was quite possible she was telling the truth. The other�s
remembered their mother tongue perfectly, but her words sounded strange,
accents where they should have been none, none where they should have been one.
It made understanding her difficult but he hadn�t realised that was the reason
she sounded so strange to him until now.
�� It
has not taken over you,� he said slowly.
�� Oh
you speak English, thank goodness,� she sighed. �No. I assure you I am still
myself, although it tries to make me do things. Please, if you know how to help
me, just tell me. I don�t want to live like this anymore but I do want to
live,� she gulped looking at the knife in his hand.
�� Djer
narrowed his eyes. The others would never
permit their vessel to say such a thing and like he told Sefu, he never knew
them to engage in any kind of conversation unless it was on the topic of sex or
murder. It certainly wouldn�t let a Priest venture so close to it. Yet still
she stood, not moving as he approached her, hands up in supplication, eyes
un-blackened by the evil inside her, large and pleading.
�� I
have good news for you, unfortunate woman. There is hope for you.�
�� Really?�
Tamara�s voice almost broke she was so emotional, because he both he lowered
his knife and promised her relief. She gave a relieved sigh, �I can be myself
again?�
�� The
young man nodded his head as he holstered his blade. �There is a way, a charm
that when worn�� Djer paused, realising what he was doing. He was actually
taking his hand away from his knife to help a vessel. A kemmeska.
�� Sefu�s
words echoed in his mind suddenly, Only
rely in your teachings and your sword. If he could not trust Naomi, he
certainly could not trust her.
�� What
trickery�� Djer hissed ruefully, taking up his blade again. �You will not use
me, evil!�
�� Tamara
screeched, her eyes widening to saucers as she watched the flesh on her palms
opened, blood running in rivulets down her wrists. The blade sailed right
though her skin, opening it with the ease of a hot knife through butter,
ripping pulpy bits of red flesh through the neat opening. She leapt back,
cradling her torn hand for only a moment before raising them again. He swung at
her a second time. And a third. Cutting and tearing through her uniform,
flicking the vest off her chest by the straps, taking ragged black triangles of
her shirt with her flesh, opening deep wound after deep wound. She begged him
in earnest to stop, pleaded with him, but there was fire and determination in
the boy�s eyes. He knew what was inside of her and he would cut it out.�
�� She
neared the wall, the cool stone holding her weary body upright and directly in
his sights as he rushed forward, sweeping broadly, slicing open her forearm,
nearly taking the pinkie finger of her pleadingly outstretched hand. Despite
the pain, Tamara tried to make a fist. She blocked her body with her arms,
protecting her heart and face, which was really where he wanted to bury his
blade.
�� Djer
closed his eyes and sunk his blade into her shoulder. Her climbing and shrill
cries were grating on his resolve, making him hesitant to continue but he could
not afford to fail his master or his brothers. He had to prove himself worthy.
Not only to them, but to himself as well.
�� Djer
silently repeated Sefu�s words as he continued to cut, relying in his training
and the purity of his sword and ignoring her beseeching screams. This was trick
of the beast, clouding his mind with doubt, making this woman who crumbled
before him sound more pained than she was. The evil inside her would do
anything to escape this, including pleading with gut wrenching desperation.
�� Silence!�
he ordered, dropping to a knee, razing the blade over her stomach.
�� And
suddenly there was. Near complete church-like silence consumed the small space,
the only sounds echoing in the chamber the roars and grunts of the battle just
outside and the thudding of his racing heart. The vessel fell against the wall,
hugging herself with her shaking and bloody hands, trying to hold in the
slippery ropes of her intestines. Tears rolled down her stained cheeks, her
head slumped to the side. Tamara was in so much pain, her body seemingly one
seething mass of hurt but she couldn�t gather enough air to scream her agony.
It hurt to even breathe now and it was dangerous to as every rise and fall of
her chest pumped more of her blood onto the dusty floors.
�� Serves you right,� Nek�kem whispered. �I told you not to go��
�� His
voice faded with her waning consciousness. Still on her side, she could see a worn
sandal step into the dark pool that formed around her. Tamara lamely raised her
head to look up, watching as the teen took the golden weapon with both hands,
hoisting the wickedly curved blade high above her.
�� Be
bound to Ammet, black heart. Suffer eternal restlessness in the underworld of
your creation.� He grunted as he arched back like many had done before him,
striking down like the tail of a scorpion.

A/N:
Thanks kayla!
I�ll definitely continue to do that! Pickle_Snatcher,
thanks for your feedback. I�m glad I�m keeping with Abe�s character to someone
else�s liking other than my own! And I�m very
happy to hear you don�t see my OC as a Mary Sue. Nothing against folks that
do write MS�s; sometimes that kind of characterisation works but mostly it only
serves to make a reader want to retch and scratch their eyes out. New chapter
sometime around Thursday I hope.
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