A Family of Four
Damon walked from one end of the house to the other. He checked the kitchen, the closets, the floorboards. He entered every room. Every interior. Nothing out of the ordinary. Actually... It was too ordinary. There were five rooms in total. Two on the first floor, the living room, and the kitchen. Three on the second, the master bedroom, and the two kids' bedrooms.
The first one was pink in design, with glittery walls covered in stars and floral patterns. Bears and stuffed-animals stacked on top of each other in every corner. Just from the first glance, Damon could tell it was a little girl's room.
And the second kids' room was definitely an older boy's room. His walls were blue, black, grey, and every shade in-between. Posters of superheroes, monsters, action heroes, and everything in-between. It was a mess of clothes, comics, toys, and video games.
Damon walked back down the stairs, to the man lying dead on the floor, and Aria standing over his body.
"This guy's just a normal dude. He even has a normal family." He pointed upstairs, "a little girl and a boy. Children. He has children Aria. Your more fucked up than me, and I've done some fucked up shit."
She squatted down on the corpse, pulling out his wallet and checking through his IDs.
"His name is Robert Shin. He has a family of three and..."
She tossed a black card across the floor. Damon picked it up, his tight pants buckling and stretching as he reached down.
He looked at the card's design. It's shinning gloss, blocked by the golden lining and photo of the man lying underneath them.
"What is this? A horse?"
An emblem of a horse sat in stunning view on the card, except this horse wasn't just a normal horse, it had wings.
He read the two words strung across its headline.
"Immortal Horses."
"And look at his head." Aria smacked Robert across the face, "he's healing. But really really slowly. Look here comes the first bullet."
They watched as a bullet slowly popped out from one of the three holes in his forehead.
"He should wake up any second now."
"Then shoot him again," suggested Damon
"No, I'm gonna interrogate him first. Get all the information out while he's still vulnerable, plus these half immortal guys are weak, so who knows when their time will run out or something."
Damon sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting down. He stared out the old greyed-out window.
The fields beyond.
He suddenly remembered before he turned immortal, and his time on the farm. The hundreds of hours he put into it. Years and years and years of work. He grew all kinds of plants. Strawberries, fruits, lettuce, vegetables, cows, cattle. His family's bountiful farm. Hundreds of yards wide. He enjoyed it...
But the fire didn't...
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He got bored.
"I'm gonna go get a change of clothes first."
He got back up and walked back upstairs. He entered the master bedroom. It's draped covers, the elegant design of the room, with windows looking out over the fields of crops. Like kings in a castle.
He turned to the only closet in the room. He opened it up.
Clothes for days. Pants, dresses, shoes, hats, shirts. He scoured through the drawers, the hangers, the coats, the jackets, all until he landed on a suit. Suits of a single color, a single shade. Grey.
"Might as well," he said to himself.
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He put it on. The mirror across from him, showing a slanted view of his body, of his head, his legs. He looked at the way the suit hanged over his arms, how the sleeves fit too long for his wrists. How the tie reached too low, how it didn't wrap perfectly around his neck. Everything was off. But he didn't care. He didn't care one bit.
He then headed back downstairs.
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Bark! Bark! Bark!
The large dog barked through the small window leading to the road.
Screech!
Damon looked out the window. An old dusted car. Not theirs, but someone else's had pulled up alongside the house.
Swing... Creak...
A woman in her mid-forties stepped out from the car. She looked at the house. The dog barking through the window. Damon stared through the window. She walked a little closer. Her fear and worry increasing exponentially as she looked peered through the front door.
Aria was sitting on her husband's body.
"What are you doing!" she screamed.
Aria tossed one of the IDs away, getting up from Robert's healing corpse, "you must be this Immortals husband. Your name is Tilda correct?"
Tilda turned angry
"Who do you work for?!" she asked, her long jean pants and tight pink polo top sticking out as she stepped closer
Aria smirked, "I work for myself. Ya bitch!"
Tilda stepped back, her hands behind her back as Aria looked across the dry road, she looked into the car. Two kids sat inside, their faces filled with worry.
"What family do you work for?" asked Tilda.
Aria pulled out her gun.
Bang!
She fired off a warning shot, missing the woman by an inch.
"Get back in your car now. Hurting you will only hurt your husband," she said, her gun now pointed at the woman's face.
But Tilda still stood strong, her arms still behind her back, she turned to her kids, their now crying faces.
"My husband owes a lot of money, to a lot of families. The Immortal Horses were our escape, but... They took even more from us."
"Yup that's just what they do. But they also have secrets. Secrets that I want. And he has them... Your life isn't in the equation."
Tilda looked across her front porch, the second bullet fell out from her husband's regenerating head.
She smirked.
Snap!
In an instant, she pulled out her hidden arm, her fingers snapping.
"Shit!"
Summoning Spell: [Snakes]
Like a thunderous strike, poisonous snakes started shooting out from a small cloud twenty feet in the air.
Splat-splat-splat-splat-splat!
Like hail, they came at blazing speeds. Hitting the ground with such force that even their exploding blood was a weapon.
But Aria was fast on her feet. By the time Tilda's fingers had snapped she was already on the move. Her gun pointed out, ready to take the shot.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
She fired off three shots at Tilda.
Snap!
Summoning Spell: [Rhino]
She summoned a massive rhino in front of her.
Thunk-thunk-thunk!
Each of the three bullets hit the rhino.
"Shit-"
Splat-splat-splat-splat!
By the time Aria had taken her next breath, the raining snakes had already started to move again. All aimed at her. Like a veil of green and red. A tornado of poison constantly following her.
So with all her options out, she decided to make a run for it. She decided that she could either try to outrun the snakes and get back to Damon, or she could face the snakes head-on and destroy the cloud.
Both plans were solid, but only one would work.