Chapter 12 - Into The Madness (1/2)
Two moons cast dim illumination on the city resting on the land below.
Shadows danced in an abandoned ally as several hooded figures, both tall and short, shuffled toward a sizeable metallic building.
Sniff, sniff, ”I want my mommy!” the whimpering voice of a young boy bounced off the walls of the ally as he suddenly stopped while bringing his hands to his face to wipe away the never-ending flow of tears that trailed down his tender, young face.
”Shut the fuck up, kid, you belong to us now; you're never seeing your mommy or daddy ever again. NONE of you will.” A gruff male voice struck fear and anguish in all of the minds of the short figures as several began to shake and cry in their tiny voices.
One of the short figures even collapsed onto the ground sobbing, a sour smell emanating from a puddle formed below this child's body.
This action further angered one of the taller hooded figures, causing him to strike out at the kid with a solid kick.
CRACK
THUD
Two loud sounds bounced around the walls in the empty ally; as the body of the child who had collapsed several seconds ago flew several feet to the other side and crumbled onto the ground in a heap, never to move again.
”SHIT, we aren't supposed to kill them. Can't you reel in your strength the oldest kid here isn't over 7?” Again, one of the Hooded figures, this one with a white fang-like emblem on his Hood, spoke out frustratingly.
”Pft, it's not like they will live long anyway. So what's the use of keeping the annoying ones who piss themselves alive.” The Hood, who had just murdered a child, spoke out in an annoyed tone without reacting to his actions. The man knew the perverted fetishes of his master and wasn't lying when he said none of the kids would last long.
This was the fifth group of kids they had kidnapped from the local suburbs and city in the last two months. Once their master had completed his sick fantasies and all the children were either emotionally broken or dead, he would demand more.
Young boys or girls between the ages of 4-8. This was their master's sick prerogative. They had long grown accustomed to the morbid and horrifying screams and noises that would come from the other side of the closed door leading to their master's bedroom.
To call him a monster was too tame. The man was seriously sick. But there was absolutely nothing the hooded man could do in this situation. He was simply a slave who must obey every command of his master.
With their group included, their master had a total of 12 hunting groups of three men, each with a specific code name, and each one had a standard level of 4, which for this city was relatively average.
The group of three hooded men forcefully ushered the group of six young children out of the ally and into a large building.
The room's interior was dimly lit- with just a simple look around the present room; one would notice how unkempt it was. Cobwebs and dust clung to every surface, giving the impression of a space that was either poorly cared for or rarely used.
The Hooded men led the children further and further into the house until they came upon a door. As they drew near, a very pungent smell began to waft through the noses of everyone present, even causing several of the children to start dry heaving, only to be kicked in the back by the adults leading them.
The man with the fang on his Hood opened the door, causing a foul stench to hit the children much in the way a wave of heat would after opening an oven door after being used.
Time seemed to stop as everyone's eyes and noses adjusted to the dimly lit building as well as the rancid smells.
”Down the stairs, NOW!” the child murderer in the back roared angrily, pushing one of the children forward towards the stairs, causing the rest to one by one file behind the first child.
Slowly everyone proceeded down a spiraling staircase that seemed to go on indefinitely.
Along the way, several kids would collapse due to exhaustion, only to be kicked down several steps by one of the Hooded men.
After a grueling 30 minute slog down hundreds of flights of stairs, everyone was out of breath and huddled at the bottom of the staircase.
”Keep moving,” once again the violent men in Hoods urged, completely ignoring the cries and exhaustion of the young children before them.
Complying to the adult's commands, the children once again moved.
After several minutes the group of kids was halted, and the adults began separating the kids into pairs.
”I'm not leaving my little brother,” a little boy voiced out against his captor. Even with the room's poor lighting, the sight of two young boys holding onto each other's hands was visible.
”I don't give a fuck what you want, you little shit, I SAID GO OVER THERE!” The violent man shouted in rage as he raised his hand and struck the taller of the two boys knocking him savagely to the ground.
While the boy was on the ground, he never let go of his brother's hand.