" Finally! Ha! Ha! " Ryan can not help but jump up and down like a child in celebration as he stepped off the desert to the other region.
" Ooh no! What a fuck! " he screamed loudly somberly. What he saw in front of him was not what he expected, an ice field stretched across the whole region with no shelter to be seen .
" But at least the fucking scorching sun and the annoying insects are gone. Phew! "he heaved a sigh.
He wore his clothes back together with a fleece, scarf and also his sleeping bag on top before heading towards the north.
" This time I am not going to take things lightly, I have to get out of this cursed place before things get out of hand. " He thought as he continued running on the ice field.
He got himself tired after running for an hour, he bend down with his hands on his knees panting heavily for air as white mist came out of his mouth as if he was smoking...
He glanced around and caught something on his right side: a house in the middle of nowhere as it was about to get dark outside, several lit bulbs can be seen through the window indicating that a person was inside.
" Mu! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Even the heavens are helping me! He proclaimed loudly popping his eyes out of their sockets to make sure what he was seeing was real.
Knock! Knock! The door was opened and a figure of a man came into view ...
Ryan (°o°)
The man(°0°)
What he saw made him feel goosebumps as a shiver run down his whole body.
The man's body was totally white like the snow around which reminded him of the scorpions of the desert. He assumed it and asked...
" Can I come in? Just for the night please. " He asked him while stretching his left hand for a handshake while smiling innocently and his right hand in his pocket ready to draw out his knife which he didn't forget to carry among his accessories.
To the man's eyes Ryan was a grim reaper who had come to harvest his soul.
He observed him keenly with curiosity as if inspecting a car in a showroom before his face changed, fear crossing his face.
" Monster! Mo...n...ster! " He exclaimed with a stutter fearfully as he swiftly took out his sub machine gun that was behind the door to punch holes through him.
Having expected that, he ducked and dived to the side missing several bullets his way and maneuvered to the man's side swiftly before stabbing his waist as he dashed into the house and hide behind a sofa.
The man lost his balance due to the stab and fell to the floor as the door closed itself with a bang.
Without wasting time to stand up, he shot at the sofa where he was hiding . Didididididididididididi! sub machine gun, didididididididididididi! " Aargh! " He cried painfully as a one of the stray bullets got his shoulder as the man turned the sofa into sievelike.
Realizing he was about to kill the monster that has come hunting him, the man's head was in the clouds, lunacy evident on his face.
" Today I'm gonna send you back to hell where you came from! Prepare yourself motherfucker! " The frenzied man roared as he changed his magazine which Ryan discovered that he uses six seconds to change.
He dived behind another sofa while he was still changing magazine. " I thank the heavens he is an amateur at using guns. " He thought in delight
" We can talk brother, I'm no monster! Please hear me out! Let's talk. " He persuaded the mad man expectantly.
' monster your head, you are the one who is a monster.'
" We will only talk after sending you on your way! " didididididididididididi! He didn't wait anymore as he brought down every furniture that he hides from him.
" Show yourself you coward! "
Ryan gritted his teeth and dived maneuvering like behind a TV stand.
' Here it comes! ' He moved quickly to the man who was still changing another magazine and stabbed his throat gorging his trachea out mercilessly.
He whimpered on the floor as he breath his last. His body dissipated while his soul infiltrated into his body activating system reminder.
" DING. "
" Destructive soul obtained +21..."
" Destructive soul possesing host's body..."
[ 1.5% •••••• 1.7% •••••• 1.9% ••••••• 2.0% ]
" 2.0 percent of host's body possessed. "
He had gotten used to the sight but just seeing it again and again made him feel a chill down his spine as it means the countdown to his death.
The white part of his fingers had stretched up to his wrist now.
He pulled out a pack of Bournemouth cigar from his pocket and lit a stick....
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