Reaper's Word

Chapter 3: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Isaiah had taken stock of those that had come into the house. This group didn't seem so bad. It looked like there might be a few that could be fun. He'd pegged four that would do whatever it took to survive. Including killing the others. He could see it in their minds. Six more were easily killed and one was already dead. He didn't put much stock in the other five for much entertainment, just substance.

There were two others who were wildcards. He couldn't read their minds so he wasn't sure how easily they could be killed off. Or what they would do to survive. One was a male close to thirty, and the other was a female in her mid-twenties. She'd been the one standing near the door when he'd appeared. So close to grab but just out of reach. He liked the ones that were a bit of a mystery. He got really fucking bored stuck in here. Had to find something to kill the time.

‘They are scattered and hiding. Fun.’ Alpha spoke mentally coming down a hall toward him. The hellhounds didn't need to feed all that often. They just liked to play with the others, but the full moon was coming. During the week before, they became very lethargic and spent their time in the caves. During the full moon they were hell bent on killing anything they could get their teeth on. Mainly because he was. Magic, he hated it.

Isaiah was also affected during that time. His senses spiking along with every human and inhuman need that he had. It was during this time that they normally killed off most of the humans. It was all part of the magic and what he was. Seeing as he really shouldn't even be on this plane of existence. That was a moot point now wasn't it?

"Try not to kill them off too fast. I'd like to have some entertainment for the next month." Alpha turned and left the room. Well, it would be a minimum of a month. He doubted they'd show sooner with more to keep him alive.

Isaiah looked up at the huge library that he stood in. The books here had been collected over time. Either from things he'd requested or things that those who came here left. He was feeling sporting at the moment, not interested in reading. More in the mood for a game. So instead of indulging in reading, which he'd pretty much read all the books in here twice, he left the room.

He'd find one of the humans to play with. Hopefully they wouldn't be too terrified or too numb to give good entertainment. He moved from the room with quick and easy strides. They really were all over the house. Normally there were a few groups. The humans liked sticking together.

Above him he heard running and judging by the weight and speed, he guessed that it was Beta moving down that hall. He went past the main staircase and then to the first door on the left. He went down the long narrow staircase and at the bottom reached up to the light fixture and turned the little knob there. This place was a maze, and he was very familiar with it. Yet time and again a new passage would show or one would disappear. Not very often, but it did. Magic did the unthinkable.

A panel slid aside and he went into the wall. Even after all this time he was still finding a few new places here and there. Mainly when the humans stumbled upon them. He had to give them credit. They were very good at finding places to get into and hide.

He came out in a room that had chairs around the walls and one wall had several different types of fencing equipment on it. Another wall had swords there as well. He'd been hit a few times by those weapons. Never a pleasant sensation, tended to just piss him off really. Did anyone like getting stabbed? No, obviously.

It looked like it was his lucky day. In here he found three humans. The male that was with the two females reached up to take a weapon and Isaiah lifted a hand. With a simple flick of it the three of them hit the floor. It was always more draining to move living things than inanimate objects. However he had a lot of practice and barely felt the drain anymore. Well, as long as he was full. Which he was.

Still, he noted that the one female didn't quite hit the floor as hard as the other. Not surprising there were those that were resistant. However he didn't sense anything more from her, and that really disappointed him. Michael was always careful. Didn't want to make a mistake did he?

They moved standing up, he recognized the brown haired female. Which was the resistant one. Her mind silent, the blonde with her was a fighter and would also do whatever it took to survive. He'd remember that later when he caught her. He looked at the male though.

"Stealing isn't very kind." He spoke moving farther into the room. The three of them inched toward the door but it slammed shut as did the others around the room.

"Neither is killing, but since you don't care about that. Can't say we should care much about your objects." This was from the brown haired woman. So she had a spine, told him she was a fighter. She and the blonde were both attractive women. Just an added bonus.

"In that case I should just do away with you now. Saves me the trouble of putting it back later." He said moving forward and they moved as well. Taking cautious steps back. Where were they really going to run? The cat had trapped the mice. Those doors were not going to open.

"What are your names?" Silent for a moment. He let out a slight irritated sound. "I asked a question, it's rude not to answer."

"James." The male said deciding it was better to answer than anger him. Isaiah moved his gaze to the brown hair woman. She didn't say anything but the blonde did.

"Laura. Clair." She supplied pointing to the dark brown haired woman.

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you my word to let you leave this room alive if you play a game with me." He said with a very slight smile.

"What's this game? How do we know your word is good?"

"I'm bound by my word. Once given I have to follow it." It wasn't like he was giving them much. He was just promising to let them leave the room alive. Once they got into the hall... He didn't explain though, because he didn't have to. They would misinterpret what they wanted.

you?" James asked. Isaiah gave a shrug.

really matter. Do you want to play or not?" He asked, their questions

a choice." James

two sat down. Laura more slowly. Claire on the edge of her chair closest the door. Smart girl, he liked smart humans. She was a pretty human, added to her too for a different

fear to him, that didn't have any effect on Isaiah,

so inclined to take what isn't yours, I'll give you a chance to

for himself. They always were. There were a rare few that cared for the others around them. But still rarely.

that, and you can leave. You two are just going to watch. An audience is always fun to have." He held up his hand and two of the fencing blades came

have your choice of course if you win." He

"If I don't?"

He held out the end of the one to James, he took it. James, as Isaiah knew, did have a bit of skill in fencing. He was glad to have picked him. Or rather found him in this room. It had been a very long time since there

skill. But he was no match for him. To be fair he did know how to use the blade. Hence he was bound to let the man have his choice. He was really just feeling these humans

the edge of Isaiah's blade got his arm. He jumped

not your sport I'm

obviously could move faster than the man could. He was dulling himself down to human level for fun. Still kind of disappointed, he should have said if he could use the blade well.

not well." He yanked the tip of the blade back out of his shoulder. James was looking up at him holding is bleeding shoulder. The

grabbed the one blade and ran as well. From

five minutes." Isaiah turned and moved from the room using a different door as Beta ran out into the hall. He'd never told them they were free of the hell hounds. That had been mildly entertaining. Now he was going to find something a bit more

there and watched them fence.

did not follow them and clearly didn't think safety in numbers. The man that had forced them to watch was something else. He looked stoic most of the time but there was amusement there as well. He could have just killed them,

were all locked here. They needed to get out of view before that creature showed. Laura was ahead by several feet and found

stop. She was not going to fight with the door. She hoped that she never met that bitch again. She'd

sound of that thing running down the hall toward her made her move faster. She could hear its claws

her hands and her feet to stop her from going all the way down. Her hands were on either side of the metal as were her feet. Which hurt and pulled skin from her hands as she went down. The sound of skin squeaking on metal was audible. Her shoes slipped quite a bit, but she strained

to shove its head in but she was too far down to reach. It pulled out of the chute but she could still feel it there waiting. She couldn't hang here forever and either A she went down, or B she went up. The thing knew it

that it ended as well there, hard to tell it wasn't far. She pressed her back to the wall because she needed a better hold. She kicked her shoes off which was hard but she managed to jiggle them off. She slipped a little but her bare feet

long forgotten back in the dining room. She wasn't going back there for it. It was the last thing on her mind. With a rough breath she started her way down the chute. She was just above a large grate and used her mind to open it. For once she was glad to be a freak, but she was careful too. She kept it small in case something could feel it. It hurt her head a bit, since she was so used to hiding and pretending like

down to it. Why hadn't she thought of that with the doors? She should have mentally opened them. However she didn't practice and she’d ignored this skill. Seemed like a bad decision now. Second she was so panicked and not thinking clearly. It was clear she was going to need it. It might give her an edge, and something she'd keep secret. It was freakish to the rest of the

man who was in decent shape, he eyed her. His brown eyes

hell did

room were two others, besides the man with the gun. The one was coated in drying

house of horrors was something she wanted to get out of. He looked at her, the doors were barricaded at

man, Isaiah is his name, he's not human. He can do some freaky shit and those things.... They listen to him, do as he says. I know that he can't die. I've seen him get hit by all sorts of things. It just pisses him off so

will kill anything." The

some deal. As long as they keep him supplied with what he needs, they get immortality. I heard him get into it once with one bringing my group. He's stuck here in the house, can't leave. Can't go into the caves, at least I think. He

The caves"

and they can go out to the grounds too. Not extremely far, far enough to run down anyone that gets out. And I ain't running faster than them." Gregori

way out?" Clair asked feeling

person got out and they were torn apart by those things. It was the worst thing I've ever seen. I happened to see him round the north side of the house by the driveway. Came from out back somewhere. Barely made it ten feet." He pulled some bread from his pack and took a bite this time. Gregori seemed to

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