Hush Hush - Part 2

[stone_roses]

Who: Mac. Markus. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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“I’m going to kick your ass, bitch.” I faced the first demon I saw. He had to be the biggest one. They stopped and looked at each other, I swore something like amusement passed between their cold stone expressions. Then again, by this point I was on the verge of hysteria and I needed something funny to take the edge off of wanting to freak out. If I could look back on this I’d find it hilarious thinking I was going to kick big demon ass. Oh god, I was going to get crushed.




“That’s the spirit, you tell them big bads.” At least Markus’s humour was still in check even with his grim expression. I heard a click which followed a burst of light in the darkness and I blinked rapidly to adjust to the sudden change. Markus had lit a flare allowing the light to flood into the hallway. There was the sound of something scurrying above us and I dreaded to look towards what Markus’s had called shadowalkers. There were some horrors I wanted to leave to my imagination.

He yanked me by the back of my singlet pulling me around like a rag doll forcing me into the direction of the chute, alone. I dug my heels in. I wouldn’t leave him behind. He was family…wasn’t he? We don’t leave family behind. It was the voice in my head. I felt fuzzy headed trying to focus on the events in the hallway and the partial darkness. I fired off my gun giving a few rounds at one of the bigger demons and he advanced. I missed with the first couple of shots and when he moved closer I kicked him in the family jewels. Or what I thought was the family jewels, it must’ve been, he fell to his knees. Markus had his hand full with the shadowwalkers. We were losing valuable time. The flare by now flickered out and even Markus was making backtracks with me in tow towards the laundry chute. Death had its icy hand reaching out for us.

Just when things got bad, the security elevator down the end of the corridor in front of us opened and a blaze of gun fire came out and one big, burly, well dressed Irish man came out intent on bringing down whatever bad got in front of him.

“He came!”

“Stupid, Irish bastard.” Markus growled out the words. He had reason too. Mac only knew about the draugs in the hallway and not the shadowalkers. That quickly ended with Markus filling Mac in the moment Mac physically came out of the elevator. Markus and I let off a round of gun fire trying to draw the attention away from the child of Lir.

I watched when Markus raised a different gun towards Mac.
“What are you doing?!” It was dark and I could just make out the gun shape. He fired off the round and I knew the moment the weapon had been fired Mac would die…But I was wrong…Instead of a gun Markus had set off a flare gun. The flare shot past Mac’s head forcing him back into the empty elevator shaft and downward. The shadowwalkers followed in a scuttle of darkness to finish him off, but the flare lit up the shaft. I watched in fascination with the scene and it took me a few moments to realise something else of importance was occurring.

“Markus, the walls…” I begin to panic. The walls were being torn apart as if some unseen hand was ripping them down. What was left appeared to be empty darkness. I screamed out for Mac. He had fallen and the shaft had been empty because Marty was beginning to pull the floor down. Markus picked me up physically to stop me from charging the demons in front of us and find Mac.

“I see it. Get to the chute.”

“But Mac…” I protested loudly struggling against the hold Markus had on me. The struggle was as futile as thinking Mac survived the fall into the darkness. He couldn’t. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes and threatened to spill over. This is a bad dream. Yes, it had to be, I’ll wake up any time now. For a bad dream it was a painful one when I felt the sting of Markus’s slap across my face. The skin on my face smarted and I blinked back at him focusing on our situation rather than thinking about Mac’s ending.

“Mac has a heart of a lion, he’ll be alright.” For once, Markus’s words didn’t leave me feel like I wanted to cry. Mac wouldn’t lie down in a fight; I had to believe he somehow could magically poof his way to freedom. It was the only way; it wasn’t like he could fly, right? Considering we were fighting demons, and shit, and a whole New York City hotel floor was like someone’s etch-a-sketch getting erased, the possibility of Mac magically poofing anywhere didn’t seem farfetched. I hoped he’d poof to a nice couch somewhere, with a bottle of tequila, and pancakes, and a nice warm body…I know I would.

If I could poof magically somewhere out of this dream that is. Instead Markus and I were both back walking towards the chute, guns blazing; we didn’t give a fuck we weren’t making a dent in the demon ass coming for us. We just had to get to the chute. I knew things were bad when the floor started to fall away and the dark abyss underneath where the floor lay took the demons one by one. Markus and I were going to end up in the abyss. I gave another round of gun fire, I’d go down fighting.

In my sweat pant pocket my phone vibrated.

“What the fuck…” I answered it and handed the phone to Markus following Marty’s orders. “What the fuck….” A helluva time to ring but everything else was so damn surreal a phone call didn’t seem so out of place then.