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His soles squished, ever step felt sticky, fat drops dripped from the tips of his fingers. Around him laid motionless bodies discarded like garbage into the darkness of the building.
The snow, drifting through broken windows started to melt and mix with the blood.
With slow, purposeful steppes he began to walk towards the last, still standing Priwen. The arrow hit him, he let it hit him, since there wasn't any real reason to even need to dodge it. With a smirk he tore the crossbow away and broke it in half in his hand.
The hunter yelped, his voice harsh, filled with anger and pain. He raised his sword, a well-made, reliable weapon. Perhaps he inherited it from his mentor. To thinking about it, he never asked about its origin, he only ever seen it in use anyway. It cut down a lot of Ekons and Skals, but it wasn't enough against him. Nothing was enough.
He stepped out the way of the blade, and made sure the hunter was able to see his fallen comrades. Their blood painted the walls and floor into dark red. Torn limbs and ripped out pieces of guts laid around them.
The hunter couldn't force himself to get near the gore, while he didn't care much of it anyway. They have never tasted even slightly good anyway.
The man yelled something, his eyes darkened as the sword trembled in his hands. He was showing weakness again.
He finally got bored of the play.
The hunters speed was no match to his, the first hit got him off guard. Fist into the stomach, the man's body rose from the ground, as air left his lungs. At the next second he felt on his knees, but the Ekon grabbed him by his chin.
"You all are pitiful." His voice echoed in the room.
The hunter let out a dry, painful laugh. "I knew you were capable of this," McCullum grabbed his hand, his eyes staring into Reid's. Blood poured from between his lips, "but I never thought you were capable of doing this to me. You really fooled me well, leech." His voice felt like poison.
Jonathan tilted his head, his finger slowly dug inside the hunter's skin. Fresh, rich blood oozed out from the wound, it smelt so much better than the other's.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" McCullum's body trembled under his grasp. "Fuckin' kill me!"
Jonathan smiled. "As you wish." He felt the man's pulse quickening under his skin, for a second he pushed his tongue against his neck and let out a low chuckle.
McCullum tried to free himself, his instinct still tried to kick in to flee, but there was nowhere to run now. He only gave up, when the Ekon finally sank his teeth deep inside his neck.
Reid pulled close his arms around his victim. He was able to feel his last heartbeat.
You really were always a monster. The thought echoed inside the Ekon's mind.
Jonathan let the man fell on the ground. He looked at him for one last time. The blood slowly pooling around the hunter's body, within seconds it turned into a small puddle, showing the Ekon his own reflection. Evil black eyes stared right back at him, with a sinister grin hiding deep inside them.
He had to take a step back, when he felt like his mind was about to crack open. His thoughts filled with the voice of men and women screaming and begging for their souls inside him. Something knocked on the windows. He tried to scream but his chest tightened with each second. The wailing was running through his whole body.
The blood, his blood was poison.
The knocking got even louder.
He had to get rid of the blood. He needed to get it out.
After a couple of steps he saw the blade, its edge still sharp. He reached for it, he had to free himself. But before he was able to put the edge against his heart the knocking woke him up.
Jonathan sat up, he almost felt out from his bed. His heart hammered so hard in his chest, for a second he thought he was having a heart attack.
"Jonathan!"
His mind finally cleared. "Y-yes?"
The door of his office burst open, and his college hurried inside. "What happened? I felt like you were in pain." Edgar almost ran next to him. "Are you all right?"
Jonathan glanced up before collapsing back to bed with a tired sigh. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare."
"Do you wish to talk about it?" His progeny took an another unsure step. "Or should I just leave you be?"
Reid slowly waved it off. "It was-, it was just a sinister nightmare." He answered, but still hid his face into his palm. "I had a lot on my mind for the last couple of weeks, months or even years, I think my brain is just trying to sort them out."
"Not surprising, after all the traumas you've been through." Edgar hesitated for a second. "Can I help you in any way?"
"No, thank you. I just need to think-," he swallowed dryly. "Just think for a moment."
"All right, Jonathan, but I'll be close if you need me."
He waved again in agreement, then slowly sighed. It was really one of the worst nightmares he ever had.
"Edgar." He glanced after his progeny.
"Yes?"
"Forgive me the foolish question, but, my eyes...Are they still clear?"
Swansea took a step back and looked at him. Then nodded. "Of course, my dear friend, it's still white and icy-blue, as it always was."
Jonathan felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. "Thank you, Edgar." He sighed to let out most of his anxiety, but didn't move not even when he heard the door closing.
If Edgar was able to sense his distress, it probably meant that that Sean felt it too. He needed to visit his other progeny. And then, he should make a visit to Geoffrey. His heart skipped a beat when he thought about that.
Yes, he needed to see him.
Getting up from his bed, he took his coat from the chair and after a couple of unsure steps he teleported out from the office, making his way into the snowy landscape of London.