Accidental Demon Slayers: Daughter of Darkness pt. 18

Kurt stood up, nearly knocking his chair over in the process.  He glanced around the office.  People were going about their daily routine, and none of them even noticed the dead girl that was standing there, in front of him.  None of them saw the odd forms that had started to slither underneath the thick scarf that she had wrapped around her neck, and under her dress. 

“What are you looking at?”  She leaned forward, the scarf shifting again, and the fabric of her top falling away a bit, to reveal more of the Y-incision.  “This?” 

Her finger began to gently play with the course thread that held her chest cavity closed.  She smiled, plucking at the thread, pulling at it.  There was a pop as a one end ripped free from her skin.  There was no blood. 

“What are you?” Kurt took a step back, but the back wall of the office stopped him. 

“Dead.” The smile faded from Megan’s lips.  “Do you know how much dying hurts, Kurt?  There was so much pain.  It wasn’t quick, or easy.  No, she took her time with me.” Megan began to tug at the string again, and the stitches began to pop. 

“Megan, don’t do this.”  Kurt was trying to keep his voice down.  There were other people in the office.  Innocent people who had no connection to any of this craziness.  “Not here.  Don’t do this here.” 

“Why?”  She glanced around the room.  “Are you worried about all of them?  Do you want me to spare them?  What a grand gesture.”  She laughed. 

Her laughter drew the attention of the others in the office.  People were starting to stop their normal work to turn and look at her.  Kurt did the only thing he could think of. 

“Get out of here now!”  He screamed the words at the top of his lungs.  “She’s… she’s got a bomb!” 

Panic was almost instant.  People were running for the doors, the elevators.  Megan didn’t seem to notice. 

“Guess we’ll just have to speed things up then.”  She turned away from Kurt, one hand pulling the scarf from her neck, the other ripping open the incision on her chest. 

Within seconds tentacles were shooting out of her body, grabbing anyone who was nearby.  Kurt flinched when he heard the sound of one of the tentacles snapping someone’s neck, another impaled a fleeing woman through the gut. 

Megan’s head twisted on her neck, the flesh ripping as it moved.  She was cackling, screaming. “Grath is in his holy temple!  Grath shall rise again!” 

A tentacle shot towards Kurt’s head, and he ducked, moving faster then he ever thought he could.  He could hear the sounds of his co-workers dying.  Blood seemed to coat the walls as what appeared to be an endless stream of tentacles poured from Megan’s body. 

Kurt lunged, taking Megan out at the knees.  She toppled to the floor, the force of his attack so intense that it severed the lower half of her legs.  Again, there was no blood, just grey, dead flesh. 

It didn’t slow down the tentacles.  From his current position he could see the main doors to the office.  They were being held closed, and people were pounding against the glass.  Screams filled the airs as a tentacle, held taught, swooped across the cluster of people, severing their heads from their bodies, and sending a jet stream of blood into the air. 

He had seen Bobby destroy plenty of demons on their missions.  He knew what the key was.  He had to destroy the heart.  The only problem was, Megan had already been through an autopsy.  There was a good chance her heart hadn’t made it back into her chest. 

He looked down at the squirming torso below him, and suddenly the body appeared to glow a pale green, and pulsing in that green, just at the base of Megan’s spine, was a blue orb. 

He raised his arm, the slammed his fist down onto where the blue orb appeared to be.  He was shocked to feel Megan’s flesh give so easily.  He could feel his fist wrap around the orb, and it pulsed in his hands. 

He squeezed. 

The orb popped, sending a flood of blue liquid out through the hole that Kurt had punched into Megan’s lower back.  Within seconds the tentacles began to rot, and soon they were nothing more then black ash. 

Kurt stood up, and glanced around the office.  There were a few people still alive, but even more bodies littered the floors.  The once white walls were now coated in a thick spray of crimson.  Some people were crying, wounded.  A woman lay just down the aisle from him, a deep cut in her side. 

Kurt ran to her.  He had remembered what Juktha had told him, that he had started to show the power of healing.  He had remembered how his touch had healed Bobby in almost an instant.  He hoped that the power still worked.  

He reached down, placing his hand over the wound on the woman’s side.  A white-hot glow seemed to burn from his palms, and when he lifted his hands, her wound was healed. 

The woman didn’t say a word to him.  She just looked at him, terrified. 

The office doors burst open, and Bobby and Ashtyn ran in.  They froze when they saw the carnage.  Then Bobby and Kurt’s eyes met. 

They didn’t speak; they just ran to each other.  Bobby wrapped his arms around Kurt, kissing him, and Kurt could feel Bobby’s tears as his cheek pressed against his boyfriend’s.

“You’re okay.  You’re okay.”  Bobby just kept repeating the words.  “I was so worried that we would get here, and…” 

Kurt kissed him again, not letting him finish this sentence.