Chapter 12 - Chapter 11: Burning emotions

The woman had completely stepped out the flame wall. She had long smooth black hairs, dark as the night itself and her eyes had a dark-blue color. Her snow-white skin was smooth and she wore a black robe. The woman slid her tongue over her scarlet thick lips while approaching the coughing policeman whose eyes had stooped shedding tears. John and Jessie simply stood there, frozen. Fear had robbed them of their ability to move and it demanded a lot of them to even stay consciousness. Due to the great pressure both lowered their guns. They needed all the energy they could spare right now. The policeman turned to the woman. He started to sobber and couldn't hold his grunt back any longer. Here and there he also moaned. With hanging arms he approached the woman. The woman however, didn't mind. She tilted her head slightly to the side and contemplated the approaching policeman. Her grin fell in the process and when the man was only 1m away from her, the woman performed one fast step to the front, too fast to follow. She grabbed the man's head and ripped it of his body. There the headless body stood, blood spraying up like a fountain, yet the woman rejoiced at that situation and she even performed a spin in the scarlet rain. Her grin had returned. She gazed at the head between her fingers, mumbling: 'I thought you were immune, but well I expected too much. To find someone who is immune so early would be a jackpot. Well, I still have time before the moon turns normal again. And now to you guys!' It was as if her eyes were drilling into the skull of John and Jessie and of course it became a lot harder for them to breath, faced with such an intense gaze. Yet, John managed to speak: 'Who are you? What do mean with immune? How do you'–'A lot of question for someone who will never leave this station alive! But well, I am bored at the moment! Why not have a little chatter and kill you afterwards!' (Jessie: Is he trying to gain time till help comes?) The woman took a seat to her right, on a chair. For her luck she could lean back and that's what she then did. She also crossed her long thin legs, revealing her transparent white socks. 'Where should I even start? You can call me Nighyel. I am a Dark Priest. You wonder what these ugly creatures are, I suppose. You can call them ghouls. To keep it short, I brought damn into this world!' Yes, the pressure was straining John and yes he was afraid. However, all these emotions got suppressed by a much stronger one. Exactly, hate! 'Why did you do that?', he bellowed. 'Fuck that Dark Priest thing! And your name is just as ugly as you! Why did you bring hell on earth?'–'Hahahhaha, damn! You got some energy for your age. Been some time since someone dared to yell at me and it's a first someone calls me ugly!' The woman rose to her legs. 'But don't misunderstand it. I didn't bring hell to earth but I am in the process of doing it and when it happens, mmhhhh, oh that will be so exciting and funny'–John managed to raise his hand holding the gun. He was gasping heavily, yet his hand was up and he shoot! The moment the bullets came in contact with the woman they melted quickly and lastly went up in flames, only some ashes remaining. (Lilly: Fuck!) John stormed to a table while bellowing: 'Jessie get me the fire extinguisher! NOW!' And Jessie moved. She didn't know how, but she was moving and she would get John that fire extinguisher. John clasped the leg of a table and hurled that table at the woman. She, again didn't move, but simply stretched out her arm. The moment the table came in contact with the woman it went up in flames. As the fire extinguished John came in sight. He had closed the distance to the woman and stood now before her the gun pointed at Nighyel's face. John shot–paaang. 'Hahahahah, you are good, old man! But not good enough!' Once again the bullets had melted and John's shotgun tip had also melted. John let go of the gun when it started burning. He performed a step back and ducked. Right after, the fire extinguisher flew over his head, at Nighyel. John wouldn't let luck decide his fate! So, he leaped forward and punched the fire extinguisher. His fist destroyed it and straight continued towards Nighyel's face. Due to the smoke Nighyel didn't see the fist. Furthermore, her body temperature dropped. Bammmm! That's why when John fist brought her to her knees it didn't went up in flames. Yes it was scorned some bit but still pretty fine. Instead of performing another attack John turned around and dashed at Jessie. Behind him the woman went up in flames. 'Old man you are truly something. And surprisingly you are also my type. You are rough! Damn!' There was a door that led to the garage of the police station. When John opened the door he gave Jessie a genuine smile. Next to the door there were two big black bags. John took one bag and stepped away from the stairs. 'John, what is the meaning of this?' 'There was a reason why I took that long to get the bandages. I prepared this bag for you. There are guns and munitions and other utile things. If my guess is right, most people should have gone to the Behills Hospital. There is also a small military base. Go there and tell them what you heard! And what you saw! Everything!' He hazed over his shoulder towards the fire tower that was slowly approaching them. 'I will keep her busy and now go and don't come back!' He didn't wait for Jessie to reply, took the second bin and threw it at her. Next, he pushed her down the stairs and closed the door behind and locked it. The flame tower behind him abated and the woman came in sight. 'So you want to have some quality time with me, I guess?' 'Crazy woman, sorry but I must decline that offer. I would rather burn to ashes than date you!' He advanced, the bag tightly gripped and sweat all over his face. However, besides all that sweat there was also another thing on his face–a big smile. Nighyel spread apart her arms and clad them in flames. Then she moved her arms and the flames left a line along the way. 'It's been a long time since a man made my heart beat that fast! And then it's even a human! Out of courtesy for your braveness I shall take you seriously!' 'I would not want it any different!' John shot forth. (John: I need to hit her point black or she might create a fire wall to protect herself!) Nighyel pointed one arm at the running John and shot a fireball at him. John took out a grenade from his bag and threw it at the fire ball–Booooooom! The resulting pressure and heat were immense. They smacked against John's body, ripped his clothes and burned his skin, yet John went on with a battle cry that rendered Nighyel motionless for a moment. It was just a moment but for John plenty enough. He closed the distance to Nighyel and that's when his moment came to an end. Nighyel could move again. The next moment she stood before John and then her right arm started glowing and radiating an immense heat. With this very hand Nighyel penetrated John's chest. 'We could have started something together, old man! Or how should I call you?' 'Call me John and don't worry we are gonna start something!' Nighyel clasped her reddened cheeks with her free arm. 'Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier, John? Well I can bring you back as a'–'Damn no, woman!' John's grip on the bag increased. His body had no strength left, but the hand holding onto this bag would move, even if the rest of the body would have to die to make that possible! John commanded his hand to move. And the next moment his hand moved! It smashed the bag that was full of grenades on the woman and the next moment everything was blown away–boooommmmm...