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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters
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(A/N: Alright, here we go. The big climax. The Antichrist has arrived, and now it's up to our heroes to defeat him and prevent the apocalypse. Things haven't really been going that well for them, and now they've found that they've been playing into Blair's hands this whole time. Will they be able to turn things around? There's only one way to find out.)
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Chapter 17: The Night Of Reckoning
The fire eyes of the Antichrist darted to each member of the group, a beam of light emitting from each eye to show where each one was looking. They landed on Van Helsing, possibly viewing him as the biggest potential threat, and it stalked over to him.
The monster hunter struggled against his bonds, but there was no breaking through bindings of solid wood. At least not on his part. When the Antichrist came up to him, it reached up and pulled him down, and the branches and roots released him.
Van Helsing looked up into the Antichrist’s face. Upon coming into this, after learning that the Antichrist required a host, he thought he might need to perform an exorcism if they failed to stop its coming. But any hope of that now went out the window. Edward was gone, and the Antichrist was completely nestled in his body, physically attached, not just spiritually latched onto him.
Using the troll’s body as a host, the Antichrist was compelled to obey Blair, yet it seemed to have no qualms about killing the humans before it, and so it roared in Van Helsing’s face before tossing him away. The monster hunter flew through the air and went tumbling across the ground, and the Antichrist turned back to him and roared again.
Getting to his feet, Van Helsing pulled out his mini-stake crossbow. He immediately began firing at the Antichrist. The stakes struck it, and it looked down at them, seemingly unbothered. It then began marching towards Van Helsing while casually plucking the stakes from its body. Not even the stakes that had pierced where its heart should be slowed it down, and Van Helsing had been sure to aim for it.
Blair let out a laugh and leapt up into the air, changing into her bat form. She flew above Van Helsing as he continued to fire upon the Antichrist. “You fool, you can’t kill him. This is now the age of the apocalypse; it can’t be stopped.”
As the Antichrist stalked over to him, Van Helsing aimed higher, shooting mini-stakes at the fire eyes at the top of its horns. This proved to be futile as the stakes flew right through the fire eyes like they were ordinary flames. The Antichrist raised its fists to bring them down on Van Helsing, and the monster hunter darted out of the way. The Antichrist’s fists slammed into the ground, creating a large crater and cracking the ground apart. One of its fire eyes followed Van Helsing as he ran, and it turned and stalked after him.
Van Helsing wasn’t running away though; he was running towards something. He snatched up one of his buzz saws from where he had dropped them earlier, and then rushed towards the others. The Antichrist was right behind him, snarling like a mad beast. Hansel was the closest, so Van Helsing made his way towards him.
Activating his buzz saw, he cut through the branch binding one of Hansel’s arms. Before he could free the witch hunter’s other arm though, he was seized from behind by the Antichrist and thrown again. Before he was yanked away though, he deactivated his buzz saw and tossed it to the witch hunter.
Hansel somehow managed to catch the weapon with one hand. He fumbled with it for a moment before quickly figuring out how to activate it. And once he did, he cut himself free, then rushed over to do the same to his sister.
Groaning, Van Helsing rolled onto his back as the Antichrist came at him again. He began firing at it again, but the Antichrist ignored the mini-stakes as it got closer. Reaching out, it grabbed Van Helsing by the leg and dragged him closer.
Hansel finished cutting Gretel free, and she dropped to the ground. Behind her brother, she watched as Van Helsing was grabbed by the Antichrist and dragged over to it.
“Go help Van Helsing,” she said, pulling her sword out of its sheath and turning to the others.
Hansel turned back to the monster hunter and watched as the Antichrist raised his large foot to stomp down on him. Dropping the buzz saw, Hansel pulled out his shotgun and fired upon the Antichrist. The bullet hit it in the back, causing the Antichrist to stumble, and Van Helsing rolled out of the way as its foot came down. The fire eyes on its horns turned around to face the witch hunter, and it roared as Van Helsing used the distraction to scramble away.
Hansel kept firing, but now that the Antichrist had both feet on the ground, its balance wasn’t thrown off, and it barely jolted from the impact of the bullets. It turned around to face the witch hunter and took a deep breath. Its mouth stretched open wide, and a massive stream of fire flowed out towards the witch hunter.
“Shit!” Hansel cried, and took off running.
He darted past his sister, who was using her sword to hack away at the branches holding Ben and Carl. She almost had them free when she noticed the flames coming at her as the Antichrist turned to continue breathing fire at her brother.
“Son! Of! A! Bitch!” she shouted, hacking with each word.
Finally, she cut them free. There was no time to flee from the flames, and so all three of them dropped flat to the ground, and the stream of fire passed over them, just barely singeing the back of their clothes.
Looking pale, Carl slowly raised his head. “I thought we were going to die.”
“We still might,” Gretel replied, jumping to her feet and charging at the Antichrist.
Hansel continued to flee as the Antichrist proceeded to breathe fire at him. Gretel used the distraction to run up to it and stab her sword into its side. The Antichrist stopped breathing fire as Gretel backed away, leaving her sword buried in its side. It glanced at her, then down at the sword in its side before reaching down and pulling it out, its wound instantly healing. It looked at the sword in its hand before its fire eyes went to Gretel, and the sword melted in its grip into a puddle of liquid metal.
Several mini-stakes began embedding into the Antichrist’s back as Van Helsing came right up behind it and began firing at point-plank range. One of the fire eyes on the top of its horns turned around to look at him, and the Antichrist lashed out behind itself, knocking the monster hunter away.
A gunshot rang out from Hansel’s shotgun, blasting a chunk out of the Antichrist’s head. Gretel used the distraction to take out her daggers and stab them into it. The Antichrist responded by smacking her away, then turning to Hansel. He fired upon it a few more times, but upon witnessing its wounds heal decided to try something else.
He aimed higher and fired, blasting off the upper part of one of its horns. The fire eye continued to float in place, and the broken part of the horn quickly grew back a few moments later.
Hansel continued to fire as the Antichrist removed Gretel’s daggers and advanced on him until his shotgun clicked empty and he tossed it aside. “This isn’t working!”
“I noticed,” Van Helsing replied as he got to his feet. “Carl!”
“Yes, yes, I’m on it!” the friar replied, and began rummaging through his supply bag.
Up above, Blair watched the hunters struggle with a sadistic glee. “You can’t beat him. He gets stronger every minute. His strength and power will only continue to grow. My child will bring ruin to this world.”
“Yes, you said as much already,” Gretel grumbled as she got to her feet while detaching her whip.
As the Antichrist raised its fist to hit Hansel, Gretel lashed out with the whip. It coiled around its raised fist, and the Antichrist glanced at it, though more out of surprise than because she managed to stop it. Hansel used the opportunity to recover his flame gun and shoot a stream of fire at it.
The flames flowed over the Antichrist, and although it caught fire, it didn’t appear to burn, and the flames went out a few moments later. Hansel shot more flames at it, only to achieve the same results. The Antichrist seemed to grow annoyed and slapped at him, smacking the flame gun out of his hands.
“Shit,” Hansel muttered.
The Antichrist reached for him, its large hand pulling against the whip and grabbing the witch hunter, lifting him into the air. It roared into his face, its mouth stretching open wide and its sharp teeth extending longer and sharper like knives. Then an arrow was fired into the side of its head, courtesy of Gretel. Keeping ahold of the whip with one hand, she had taken out her crossbow and proceeded to fire arrows.
Growling, the Antichrist yanked its arm forward, pulling the whip with it, and Gretel was yanked off her feet, having not let go of the whip, and crashed to the ground. The Antichrist growled in her direction, and the arrows she had shot at it burning to ash. But as it turned back to Hansel, he finished slipping on his cross embedded brace knuckles, and delivered a punch to the Antichrist’s face.
Surprisingly, this seemed to have an effect, at least to the extent where it actually hurt it. The Antichrist dropped him, and he quickly got to his feet and went on the attack, delivering punch after punch to its head and torso. The Antichrist stumbled back with each blow, wisps of smoke rising where it was struck, but any damage dealt healed a moment later.
He threw another punch, but the Antichrist caught this one as well. He then lifted the witch hunter into the air again and roared into his face for the second time. He then began pulling his arms apart, and Hansel cried out as his arms were stretched to their limit.
Gunfire went off, the bullets hitting the Antichrist in the back of the head, and one of its fire eyes turned around to look at Van Helsing, who had taken out his pistols and was firing at him. “Carl, any time now!”
“Yes, really, any time!” Hansel shouted, having been granted a reprieve from the distraction. But then the Antichrist returned its attention to him and began pulling his arms once more, despite the arrows Gretel proceeded to fire at it.
“I’m hurrying!” the friar exclaimed as he fumbled with the supply bag, trying to find what he was looking for. “Damn butterfingers. Ah, here we go!”
He pulled out a glass canister of holy water and threw it to Van Helsing. The monster hunter caught it and charged at the Antichrist, popping open the lid. He splashed it at the Antichrist, and the water fell upon its back. The Antichrist bellowed and dropped Hansel as the holy water burned it like acid, and it stumbled away from the monster hunter. The burns healed moments later, but Van Helsing followed after it, splashing it with more holy water.
Snarling, the Antichrist whirled around, backhanding the monster hunter and sending him flying back. It pulled Gretel’s whip off its wrist and began to advance on him, but was once again distracted as Hansel retrieved his flame gun and fired it as Gretel proceeded to shoot it with arrows.
Van Helsing groaned as he sat up. A flapping sound drew his attention and he looked to see Blair land nearby, resuming her witch form. She sneered at the monster hunter, exposing her fangs.
“You can’t kill him,” she mocked. “Even if you can temporary harm him with holy items, he’ll recover no matter what you do.”
Getting to his feet, Van Helsing glared at the vampire-witch. “Then I suppose I’ll have to break out the big guns.”
He opened his jacket and reached into one of its pockets, pulling out an object wrapped in cloth. He pulled the cloth off to reveal an ancient spearhead. The sight of it immediately wiped the smirk off Blair’s face as she stared at it.
“What is that?” she demanded in a low voice.
Now it was Van Helsing’s turn to smirk. “You should know. You were the one who had Renfield suggest we bring it. It’s the Holy Spear. Or perhaps you would know it better as the Lance of Longinus. As in the spear that pierced Christ’s body when he was on the cross. I think you were right, the weapon that killed the son of God will be able to kill the son of the Devil.”
Fury twisted Blair’s features. “Impossible! I destroyed that damned spear!”
“You mean back when you took the Necronomicon? No, you only destroyed the box it was originally in. I was going to leave it behind with the Necronomicon when we went to set that trap for you, but at the last moment, I decided to bring it along just in case your child somehow survived your death since infants can survive premature births or the deaths of their mothers. I just didn’t get the chance to tell Renfield when I took it from its hiding spot, so he didn’t know. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Blair snarled furiously and lunged at him, transforming back into her bat form. “Give it to me!”
She tackled him to the ground and began trying to grab the spear from him. Van Helsing held it just out of her reach as he reached into his jacket again. He pulled out a crucifix and pressed it to Blair’s head. She screeched and pulled back, a cross-shaped burn mark appearing on her head. It healed in seconds though, and she came at him again, swiping with her claws.
Van Helsing kept the cross held out in front of him. It kept her at bay for a little while, but then she lunged forward and grasped it. She shrieked loudly as she held it, and Van Helsing watched as it melted in her hand, the same way it had with Dracula.
With a snarl, she tackled him again, pinning him down. This time, she didn’t bother to go for the spear as she held him down and seethed at him. “You will not ruin this for me! I will drain you of every drop of blood in your body.”
Her mouth stretched open wide, her teeth extending into deadly fangs, and she leaned down towards his neck. A distance away. Carl fumbled with one of the items he had pulled out of the of the supply bag while searching for the holy water.
Glancing at Ben, he took note of the pistol in the apprentice’s hand. “How good are you at hitting a moving target?”
Ben glanced at his gun. “Fairly good.”
“Then hit this,” Carl told him, and threw the fist-sized sack towards Van Helsing and Blair. “Garlic powder!”
Blair looked up at the friar’s cry, seeing the sack coming at her. She reached up and caught it, the scent of the garlic hitting her nose, and she hissed in disgust. A gunshot from Ben suddenly rang out, and the sack exploded as the bullet hit it, and a cloud of garlic powder burst in the vampire-witch’s face. She gasped painfully as it got into her eyes, resulting in her inhaling it, getting it into her nose and mouth, the powder burning all the way down to her lungs.
A banshee-like screech escaped her and she released Van Helsing, clawing at her face as the garlic choked and burned her. Van Helsing reached out for the bottle of holy water he had dropped when she had tackled him, and he smashed it against her head.
Blair screeched even louder as the bottle broke against her head, dousing her with holy water. She rose up off the monster hunter, stumbling away. Van Helsing retrieved his gun and began firing at her. Blair cried out as silver bullets tore through her body, and she blindly stumbled back.
Hansel and Gretel were still attempting to keep away from the Antichrist, the former blasting it with fire as Gretel shot it full of arrows. Hansel wasn’t sure why they were keeping this up, as the arrows didn’t do any lasting damage, and the fire seemed completely ineffective. But then Blair’s shrieks drew his attention and he turned to see the vampire-witch stumbling over to them as she recoiled from Van Helsing’s gunshots, her head partially melted. Unable to resist the opportunity, he turned his flame gun on her and fired.
A stream of fire flowed over Blair and she completely went up in flames. Her cry was loud enough to shatter glass as she burned, her witch biology feeding the flames, even as her vampire nature healed her. Leaping up into the air, she spread her wings and flew off, a burning beckon in the sky that disappeared over the treetops.
“Well done,” said Van Helsing.
“Happy to help,” Hansel told him. “Now that the bitch is gone, can you help us with her bastard?”
The Antichrist was advancing on Gretel now that her brother wasn’t there to distract it. She continued firing arrows that it proceeded to casually rip out as it came at her. And then her supply ran out.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, and threw the crossbow at the Antichrist, but it just bounced harmlessly off it. She then pulled out her pistols and began firing at it, but the Antichrist didn’t even react to the gunshots. “Can I get some help, you two?”
“Damn it,” Hansel swore as well, looking down at his flame gun. “This fucking thing is useless against it.”
Van Helsing glanced at the flame gun and got an idea. “Hey, do you remember what we did with that insect witch?”
Hansel gave him a confused look for a moment, but then his eyes widened as he remembered and he smirked. “Hell yeah.”
Removing the gas canister from the flame gun, he threw it towards the Antichrist, making sure to toss it behind the monster so Gretel wouldn’t get caught up in what was coming. Van Helsing took aim and fired his gun. Just like the first time, the canister exploded.
Gretel ducked as the blast flowed over the Antichrist. It stumbled forward and dropped to its hands and knees, a portion of its head and back blown open. While the flames apparently didn’t hurt it, the force of the explosion did.
When they blast died down, Gretel got up and rushed over to her brother and Van Helsing. “About time,” she grumbled.
“We were distracted,” Van Helsing told her.
“And left me to do the heavy lifting,” she complained. “But thanks for the assistance.”
“Well, that was my last shot,” Van Helsing replied, tossing the gun away and holding up the Holy Spear. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this since it would mean getting too close, but this could be our only chance to stop him.”
Hansel glanced at the spear head. “Good thing you decided to bring it with you when we went to set that trap, otherwise Blair really would have destroyed it.”
“Let’s just be glad we didn’t mention it to Renfield,” Van Helsing replied. “Now we just need the chance to use it. See if you can distract him long enough for me to pierce his heart.”
Hansel snorted. “You’re right, you are going to need to get close for that. But screw it, let’s do this.”
He reached behind him and took up the axe he had strapped to his back. He glanced at his sister, who nodded and help up her pistols. The Antichrist had risen to its feet, its injuries healed, and turned back to the hunters. It roared at them, and Gretel began firing her guns. Hansel ran forward, swinging his axe around, and one of the Antichrist’s fire eyes followed him as the other stayed on Gretel.
Hansel circled around behind the Antichrist, swinging his axe at it. The Antichrist swiped at him as Gretel circled around as well as she continued to fire, drawing the Antichrist’s other eye towards her, leaving it blind to its front.
Holding up the Holy Spear, Van Helsing charged forward. It would require a good deal of strength, but he should be able to plunge it into the Antichrist’s heart, to where Blair’s offspring dwelled in its chest. And with its attention drawn on the witch hunting siblings, it left him with a clean opening.
He ran right up to it, and with a battle cry, stabbed forward.
The fire eye that had been on Hansel suddenly turned around towards Van Helsing. It brought its hand up, and the spear stabbed into its palm, piercing through. The Antichrist roared and pulled its hand away, ripping the spear out of Van Helsing’s grip.
“Oh, hell,” Van Helsing growled.
The Antichrist looked at him and snarled. Reaching out, it grabbed him and picked him up. Its mouth stretched open and its fangs extended as if it was going to bite him in half, but then Gretel began firing her pistols directly into the side of its head until her guns clicked empty, and the Antichrist turned to her.
Snarling, the Antichrist threw Van Helsing into her, and both hunters crashed to the ground. It then looked at the Holy Spear in its hand and tore it out. Smoke emitted from its hand for a few seconds before its wound healed. Then it dropped the spear to the ground and stomped down on it
“No!” Van Helsing cried, reaching for it.
The Antichrist turned to the two of them and roared. Suddenly, Hansel’s axe buried into the back of its head. The Antichrist stumbled forward and Hansel ripped the axe out. He swung again, this time burying the axe into the middle of its back, leaving it embedded there. The Antichrist snarled and reached back, attempting to grab the axe, but it was just out of its reach.
Its foot came off the Holy Spear, and the weapon rested on the Antichrist’s footprint. Van Helsing lunged for it, snatching the spear up as the Antichrist stomped around, attempting to grab the axe. It let out a frustrated snarl before reaching back once more. The bones in its arm and hand cracked and reshaped themselves, allowing the Antichrist to stretched back farther and grab the axe, ripping it out of its back, and the wound immediately closed. It then turned to the three hunters and made a show of snapping the axe in half and tossing the two pieces aside.
“Well, that plan went to shit,” Hansel growled.
“Any idea what to do next?” Gretel asked. “Because I think this thing’s getting smarter. And stronger.”
The Antichrist seemed to have an idea as it flexed its muscles, and bent over. Tears in its flesh ripped open on its back just beneath its shoulder blades. Streams of blood began flowing out and gather in the air behind it, forming into large bat wings. They began flapping, and the Antichrist was lifted into the air, flying up into the sky on liquid wings.
“It can fly!?” Ben exclaimed from the sidelines.
Hearing the apprentice’s cry, Hansel rolled his eyes. “Of course it can. Why did we think it wouldn’t be able to?”
As the Antichrist rose up into the sky, several miles away, the flaming form of Blair made a descent, diving down into a lake. A few seconds later, the water exploded, and the blackened and burned form of the vampire-witch flew back into the sky. Her burns immediately healed and she let out a furious shriek before flying back the way she came.
The Antichrist continued to hover in the air on its blood bat wings. It’s fire-eyes darted from one human to the other before it landed on Carl and Ben. It let out a monstrous roar, spitting a large fireball. The apprentice and friar ran out of its path, and a flaming explosion went off where the fireball hit, leaving a burning crater behind.
Van Helsing gripped the Holy Spear tightly. “I’m never going to be able to use this on him if we don’t find a way to make him come down.”
Hansel glanced around the area, looking at their discarded weapons. “None of our weapon are doing any lasting damage.”
“They don’t need to do anything lasting,” Gretel replied. “They just need to distract him long enough to stab him with the spear.”
Hansel’s eyes landed on his shotgun. “Fine, but I’m going to need some time to reload.”
“We’ll buy it for you,” Van Helsing told him. “Gretel?”
Her own eyes landed on her whip. “Yeah, let’s go.”
All three of them took off running. The Antichrist snarled and flew down, targeting Gretel. She ran for her whip as the Antichrist swooped down at her and shoved her to the ground. Gretel skidded to across the ground, coming to a stop a few feet away from her whip. The Antichrist came back around and fluttered just above her.
Rolling onto her back, Gretel crab-walked backwards as the Antichrist hovered closer. Her hand fell upon a random rock as she backed away and she threw it at the Antichrist, but it just bounced harmlessly off its chest. The Antichrist glanced down at its chest almost curiously before roaring and raising it fists to smash her.
Ben began firing his pistol, the bullets drawing the Antichrist’s attention. Next to him, Hansel ran up beside Carl, his shotgun in his hand, and he shoved it into the friar’s hands as he took the supply bag from him.
“Move, I’ve got to reload,” he said impatiently.
Gretel scrambled away from the Antichrist as it growled as Ben continued to fire at it, seemingly more annoyed by the bullets than anything. And when his gun clicked empty, the Antichrist began heading in the apprentice’s direction.
Van Helsing rushed into its path, wielding the Holy Spear and one of his recovered buzz saws. The Antichrist was only hovering a few feet off the ground, but its heart was still too high for Van Helsing to stab it, and he instead held both his weapons up challengingly.
The Antichrist growled again, and then inhaled. Knowing what was coming, the monster hunter dove out of the way, and the stream of fire the Antichrist unleashed, this time with blue flames, just missed singing his feet. Van Helsing immediately started to get to his feet, but then felt his leg get grabbed. The Antichrist lifted him into the air, and he hung upside-down before it.
Letting out a snarl, the Antichrist held out its other hand, and a flame appeared in its palm. This flame extended, growing and shaping to become a large sword made entirely out of fire. Van Helsing’s eyes widened at this new display of power and he realized he was in trouble.
Keeping hold of the monster hunter, the Antichrist roared and made to strike him with its fire-sword. But as it brought its hand up, Gretel’s whip suddenly coiled around it. The fire-eyes of the Antichrist turned around to glare at Gretel as she pulled on the whip.
This didn’t so much as stop the Antichrist as it did distract it, and Van Helsing lifted himself up and used his buzz saw to cut off the Antichrist’s hand. It snarled in response and returned its attention to Van Helsing as he dropped to the ground, the Antichrist’s hand still gripping his leg. It immediately crumbled into ash though and Van Helsing sat up, wishing he’d been able to reach the Antichrist’s heart while he’d been in the air.
Looking at the stump where its hand had been, the Antichrist let out an angry snarl. It shook its arm free of Gretel’s whip, then flew up into the sky. It held out its severed arm, and a new hand grew back in place of the old one. It clenched and unclenched its new hand a few times, but was then distracted as Gretel’s whip coiled around its leg.
Gretel yanked down on the whip, but it was no use, she couldn’t pull the Antichrist out of the sky. It snarled and flew up higher, but Gretel refused to let go and was lifted into the air. Van Helsing dropped his buzz saw and lunged for her, trying to grab her, but was unable to get a grip on her, and she was pulled out of reach.
Up in the air, the Antichrist growled and began shaking its leg around. The whip uncoiled, and Gretel dropped back down. Fortunately though, the fall wasn’t that high. The Antichrist looked down at her and roared, but then a gunshot from Hansel’s now reloaded shotgun rang out. The bullet struck one of the Antichrist’s wings, splattering through it, but doing no damage.
The Antichrist turned its attention from Gretel to her brother. He fired up at the Antichrist as he marched closer, aiming for its wings. This proved to be futile though as its wings were made of blood, and each bullet went straight through them like the liquid they were.
With a snarl, the Antichrist swooped down towards the witch hunter. Hansel kept firing, but realized his shots weren’t working and swore. He jumped back as the Antichrist came down where he had been standing, creating a small crater from its landing. And as it stood up, its blood wings lost their form, the blood sliding back into the tears in its back, and the tears healed.
Hansel got to his feet as the Antichrist turned to him and fired his shotgun. The Antichrist just snarled and kicked out, its foot slamming into Hansel. He cried out in pain and went flying backwards, landing on his back and skidding across the ground.
“Fuck!” he shouted, grasping his arm. “Bastard just broke my damn arm!”
The Antichrist just grunted and stalked over to him. Hansel grit his teeth against the pain in his arm and used his feet to push himself back as the Antichrist advanced on him. It raised its fire-sword and brought it down. Hansel instinctively covered his head, but at the last moment, Van Helsing appeared in front of him. He held up his buzz saw, and the fire-sword came down on it. The spinning blades cut through the fiery blade, causing the entire fire-sword to disperse.
With the Antichrist’s attention now on him, Van Helsing circled around it, getting Hansel out of its line of vision. He held up the buzz saw, keeping the Holy Spear at the ready in case an opening presented itself. The Antichrist growled a him, and its gaze fell upon the buzz saw.
The weapon suddenly glowed red hot in the monster hunter’s hand, and he hissed in pain, dropping it. With a snarl, the Antichrist advanced on him, and Van Helsing lunged forward, wielding the Holy Spear. As he did so, he briefly wondered if the Antichrist knew what the weapon he held actually was, but based on its reaction to it so far, he didn’t think so.
However, it seemed that the Antichrist realized that the spear could at least hurt it, and as Van Helsing came at it, it backhanded him hard, and the monster hunter went flying backwards, landing hard on his back. The Holy Spear had fallen out of his grip, and now lay between him and the Antichrist.
With a snarl, the Antichrist stomped towards Van Helsing. But then Gretel’s whip coiled around its neck from behind. She yanked the whip as hard as she could, pulling it tight. The Antichrist roared in frustration and reached up to grab the whip around its neck.
Two gunshots rang out as Hansel did his best to fire his shotgun with a broken arm. He hit his marks though, the bullets slamming into the Antichrist’s kneecaps. It roared as it dropped to its knees as Gretel proceeded to pull back on the whip. Hansel forced himself to get to his feet as well and hurried over to his sister. He grabbed the whip with his remaining good arm, helping her pull.
“Van Helsing, do it now!” Gretel called.
“Stab the bastard!” Hansel shouted.
The monster hunter groaned and sat up. Immediately noticing his empty hand, he began looking around for the Holy Spear, spotting it a short distance away. Further off, he saw the Antichrist on its knees as it clawed at the whip coiled around its neck with the witch hunting sibling’s pulling on it. Both its fire-eyes were on them.
An angry screech drew his attention, and he turned to see Blair fly over the treetops, heading straight for them. He quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed for the Holy Spear, snatching it up, then charged at the Antichrist.
A cry of protest escaped Blair as she surveyed the scene before her. She put on a burst of speed as she practically dive-bombed towards the monster hunter, reaching out for him. It was a race of her superior speed rushing to close the longer distance than between that of Van Helsing and the Antichrist.
Letting out an angry snarl, the Antichrist reached behind it and grabbed the length of the whip. It gave it a yank, and Hansel and Gretel were pulled off their feet, the latter crying out from the pain the jolt caused in his broken arm.
The screech from Blair drew its attention, and its fire-eyes turned around to see Van Helsing rushing towards it, Blair close behind him, and it reached for him as he approached. A loud cry emitted from the monster hunter as he ducked beneath the Antichrist’s reaching hands and stabbed forward with the Holy Spear, plunging it into the Antichrist’s chest, right where its heart should be.
A roar escaped the Antichrist that mixed with Blair’s cry as she pulled out of her dive, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. Van Helsing gave the Holy Spear one last shove, driving it completely into the Antichrist’s chest, making it roar again, and then backed away.
Cracks of fire began to spread from the wound in the Antichrist’s chest, spreading out across its body, smoke emitting from them. The Antichrist let out a wail as the cracks spread across its whole body, creeping up the horns protruding from its eye sockets. From these cracks, it began to turn to ash, just as vampires did upon their deaths.
The ashing completely consumed the Antichrist, and the glowing orange cracks covering its body died out, leaving only a statue of ash behind. At the top of its horns, its two fire-eyes flickered and died out.
Hansel and Gretel exchanged a look. Then together they reached out and grabbed the end of the whip, giving it a yank, and the end wrapped around the Antichrist’s throat was pulled through the ash. The Antichrist crumbled apart into a pile of ash, the Philosopher’s Stone and the Holy Spear plopping down on the ground amongst it.

(A/N: Phew, that was certainly a close call, but they did it, they managed to defeat the Antichrist. So, yes, the Holy Spear was the mystery item that was in the box Van Helsing had brought with him, and, fortunately, he had been able to keep it safe while Blair thought she had destroyed it. I admit, I got the idea to use the Holy Spear to defeat the Antichrist from the movie Constantine, but I think it worked out well for the story. But while our heroes may have been able to defeat the Antichrist, they're now going to have a very angry Blair to deal with. We'll see how that goes next chapter. See you then.)
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Van Helsing And The Witch Hunters