The dead tell no tale

What would you do if someone found out about your deep hidden secret?

Max had been training with his maniac friends in the hidden location for a while. His power was powerful enough to fight. But he still was wary of the hunters and the wolfs. He went to his home, but some of the town men monster hunters were waiting for him. Most of these people were youths. They wanted to have a reason to fight.

They had found a purpose and a leader. It was like life had given them a reason to live and a course. Things were changing, and even the school structure had changed. Some teachers were killed or left town for safety during the fight.

In his room, he had activated his inferno powers. He didn't lock the door, and one of the youths in his house walked in without knocking.

The youth looked at Max in shock and took a step back. He wanted to run back, but it was too late.

Max jumped at him and pulled him back inside before he got out. He locked the door as he pulled the teenager to the bathroom. He didn't want to be a killer and kill the innocents, but he didn't want the guy spreading around. He was supernatural. He could be in great danger. His life had taken a turn, and there was no way he was going back now. His target was to kill Jason, and he would do it eventually and painfully.

"I am sorry, "the youth begged, but Max could hear none of it. He threw the guy in the bathtub and tied him to the tap. "You should not have come to my room without knocking" he didn't bother to waste time and pointed his fingers, and a blue and red fire engulfed him. He screamed, but he had already covered his mouth with a piece of clothing. The painful screaming in the room could not touch his heart. Even if it did, he hid it well.

"The dead tell no tale," he threw the words before watching the guy burn. At the same time, a group of youths walked to the bedroom. It was a bare coincidence, but they didn't know the danger they were in if they went any further. One knocked on the door while the others stood there smiling. There a gang and enjoyed the company of each other. All the five of them looked rather sharp and intelligent. They also looked like people you don't want to mess with.

"We are heading out tonight at this joint. Are you coming along?' one of the leading youths asked, smiling. He seemed to be a fun guy.

"No. I have something else to do tonight. You guys go without me. I might catch up with you later if I have a chance" he didn't bother to chat more with them. The more he engaged them, the more he would get into trouble.

As they were going back downstairs, one of the boys sniffed the air, knitting his brows, "Can you smell that?" he walked back up. It was much stronger on the door. It meant it was coming from inside.

"What? I think it's roasted meat or something. Probably in the kitchen." Another said, sniffing in. he walked back downstairs, but there was nothing in the kitchen. Also, the smell was strong on Max's door. For the past few weeks that they have been working together, they have experienced weird stuff that it has become hard for them to ignore some things.

The young man that smelled it first looked at the others," I am going in," they were all whispering. Max was busy in the bathroom to hear them. He concentrated more on getting rid of the remains. He didn't bother to lock the door.

The young man opened the door and walked in. he looked inside and didn't see Max. His heart was beating faster with every step he took. His hunch was not wrong.

"Max?' He called out as the others stood at the door, looking over at him. It was just an inquiry, but they all felt nervous like something was happening. With the door opened, the smell was unmistakable. It was coming from that room. They had been where dead burnt bodies were found, and the smell was familiar.

The boy, his name was Jojo walked to the bathroom door and stood there. He wanted to knock but felt his hands had no strength to do it. It could be just paranoia, but his premonition was too strong. He felt that if the door were opened, it would end him. But also, he was curious to know what was happening there. The pungent roasted smell was more powerful in the bathroom.

He gulped hard as sweat formed on his forehead. His hands slightly shook as he slowly extended it to open the bathroom door. He didn't make a sound trying as much as possible to be silent.

The others were walking in slowly as well. They could feel an eerie atmosphere. They were not professional hunters, but they hated the supernatural. They make them sick, and they would kill them even if they had to die in the process. There was this fear that crept into them. The young man who had invited Max to go out looked nervous as well.

He clenched his fits in anxiety. He whispered something to one of the boys behind him as he went back downstairs. They were in the middle of the room. The door opened, but no sign of Max coming out, nor was he in the room. There were noises in the bathroom, but they could not determine what it was.

Jojo almost touched the doorknob when he turned to look at the others. Two of them took out their guns and pointed at the door before nodding at him. Jojo gulped down in nervousness again before he opened the door abruptly.