Chubin also screamed to reach him. His hands stretched out and his fingers flared in the air for a release but no matter how much he struggled, he could not make it.
*Boom*
A sudden explosion knocked Adria out.
And then the scene changed again and Adria found himself with a group of people. All of them were pale-skinned just like him, however, they were not vampires. In fact, from the emblem on their chests, it was easy to know that these were all Darklings.
It was a celebration of some kind. A banner on the wall read: Happy Married life. They all laughed and joked with one another as Adria alongside the others poured alcohol down the throat of a teammate. "Drink it up! Drink it up!!" They all cheered. It was a happy moment. At least, it felt like it.
"Next time we come here, It would be the Team leader getting married to Emilia!" One of them proclaimed.
"Wow!" They all cheered in excitement as some took it as an opportunity to also pour wine for him.
"Yes! I agree. It's the team leader's turn next. After all, he has always been there for us. Saving our asses whenever we brush up with death's sickle. So we are going to be there for him too."
"Of Course!" laughter filled the air as the mood only became merrier.
And then the scene changed again. This was inside a cargo plane for troops and they got ready for battle with smiles on their faces. After all, they had done this over and over again before. Adria caught sight of the team member that had just celebrated a married life looking affectionately at the picture of his wife before putting it back in his breast pocket.
The cargo plane opened up as they dived down to the dark of the night.
And then the scene changed again. Adria looked around himself not believing what he was seeing. There was fire dancing everywhere. Houses burnt all around him as the flames blazed towards the sky, teasing his skin with the threat of burning him along with the place. However, it did not.
Aside from the destruction that his eyes laid upon, freshly fractured limbs like candy from a piñata formed abandoned camps all around him. Blood drenched the ground like red wine soaking into carpet. The foul smell of flesh and fire filled his lungs like fresh steak at a barbecue. Clouding his senses so much that He could almost thirst their bitter vile.
Just then he heard voices. All of them pleading for help. Pleading for his saving hand. It was first the tiny voice of a little girl begging for him and then slowly, others joined in. He looked all around but he could not just figure out where the voices came from.
"Where are you?! Tell me! Where are you?! I can save you. I can still save you!" Adria voiced out loud.
Suddenly a faint realization dawned on him and then he could feel it. Something was squirming like a worm under him, and so he moved his foot, and there she was.
One of her eyes hung out loosely from her eye socket, barely held to its former position by a muscle strand like noodle leaking out the edge of a bowl of soup. Her lips were totally gone revealing a blood-stained white set of teeth that had hints here and there of their former glistening glory.
Some of her skin from one side of her face stuck under his boot as he moved his leg like chewing gum sticking to hair.
He could now clearly see it. The pleading was coming from her. Her other eye focused on him like the attentiveness a dog gave a bone. "Please help me!" She pleaded through her now unmatched jaw. He panicked and in his panic, he fell on his ass as he tried to back away.
However, his left hand seemed to have dug into what felt to him like a plate of mashed sticky lasagna. He looked behind to see the aggrieved look on the face of what he once considered a colleague. At the moment, Adria's hand was inside the spaghetti twisting insides of his belly.
Adria hurriedly backed away.
"Captain Adria! Help!!!" His voice was like the solace whisper one would give a loved one before a parting kiss. This was the teammate that he and the others had just celebrated. He had lost the lower part of his body, however, he was still alive. Darklings always had a strong constitution, to begin with.
One of his blood-stained hands held tightly to his chest a picture of his wife as his other hand which was now mangled like a bent fork reached as hard as it could for Adria.
"Team leader!!!" He called out. Hot drops of tears leaked from his red eyes like drops of morning dew falling from the petals of a rose after merging together.
Adria felt his usually always strong knees give way to a fall every time he tried to stand. He instinctively backed away before realizing that he was doing the wrong thing.
However, the voices had slowly become louder, wails and cries of agony filling his ears from all sides.
"Team leader!" One voice called.
"Darkling!" Another one called.
Some even called him by his name. All of them fighting and dragging for his attention. Pleading to be saved.
Their voices and pleas all resulted in noise that drowned his senses. And as it did, his mind felt like he was been pulled into the depths of the abyss. The cries tore at his sanity like the unmerciful blades of scissors against paper.
Bloody hands reached for him on all sides, gnawing at his skin, pulling him deeper and deeper as he screamed for peace, but no one heard him. His voice only drowned in the endless screaming horrors of the aggrieved.
...*Ring!!!*...
The sound of his wristwatch ringing pulled him back to reality. He opened his eyes with an overwhelming thirst for blood filling his senses. The perfumed smell of the two naked beauties on either side of his embrace only worsened his situation.
But by sheer willpower he had cultivated over time, he pulled himself quickly out of the bed. His ability to see through the dark played a most significant role as he searched the ground for his clothes.
He could already feel the irritating itch of fangs protruding from his gum and the painful shifting of bones to accommodate the changing organs in his body.
Finally, he found what he was looking for. In the pocket of his jacket, was a bag. The same one Emilia handed to him. He immediately opened it and injected himself with its contents.
"Ahhh!" A wave of relief washed through him. He suddenly felt tired and sleepy. However, he suddenly heard a slight shriek and his eyes sharply turned in the direction of the sound...