“Can’t believe these people actually believe in this. My cousin told me about this get together and when he said there was free ass? I knew I had to come.”
“Right? Me too. I hear the girl is hot too. I wonder if it’s really a sacrifice.”
“No, it’s just a prostitute putting on a show.”
Owen and I dart into the woods and he presses his finger against his lips, telling me to remain silent as the two young guys that are talking come down the cliff. As they pass us, Owen and I creep out from the trees, and I run my knife through the neck of one. Owen aligns his gun to the back of the guy’s neck and shoots.
No one will be able to hear since the silencer is on the gun.
The bodies drop, and I feel the adrenaline pumping my heart. Usually, I’m not into killing, but I’ll kill for Gabriella.
“Two down, few dozen to go,” Owen says, kissing the barrel of his gun. He picks up his kill, and I grab mine before hiding them in the woods.
We keep ourselves low to the ground and stay in the trees instead of on the path. It seems too well used, and we don’t want to get caught. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, we get to where the main event is.
“Holy shit,” Owen says in disbelief.
Yeah, I can’t believe what I am seeing either.
The pentagram is painted black and a dead goat, sheep, and a bull’s head sits along the bottom of it. Torches are lit along the sides of the stage. People are kneeling by the pentagram and chanting to it.
“I say we take a few out right now.” Owen aims his gun through the trees and kills all four kneeling at the pentagram. The bullet goes right through their skulls and they still seem to be in a bowed position, so our cover isn’t blown.
“Put me down! No! I don’t want this. It’s rape! It’s insanity! Put me fucking down! I hate you!”
Gabriella’s voice has me whipping my head to the side and seeing her being carried out on a throne of some sort. Her feet are bound along with her wrists and the gown she wears is completely see-through. I can see her tits, and I grip the knife in my hand until I shake with anger. I am going to kill every single one of those fuckers.
And she has another bruise on her cheek.
They lower her onto the stage, and no one notices the dead bodies bowing at the pentagram. Two men lift her from the throne and my girl kicks, screams, and bites, but it doesn’t matter; they cuff her to the stage, spread eagle.
I stab the tree with my knife, finding it difficult to breathe. I can’t go into a fight with emotion. I need to calm down.
“Family. Coven. My dearest friends,” Kendrick’s voice comes from the balcony of his room. He slowly walks down the steps as he speaks. “Thank you for joining me on this momentous occasion. We have a special treat in store for our god. A sacrifice I’ve been grooming for seven years. A virgin of Mediterranean descent. She will give us the power we have been craving.”
Everyone cheered as Kendrick came to the bottom of the steps. He wasn’t wearing a black robe. He wore a white one. The cloth matched her gown. I remembered what Zeke said about Kendrick taking her first, hoping to ‘spill’ the first of her virgin blood before the others took her.
“She will ascend, and once our god accepts her soul and we bathe in her purity, we will be immortal,” he shouts to the sky.
“Oh, wow. Your brother is off his fucking rocker,” Owen says. “He thinks he will be immortal… That’s a new level of crazy.”
There are too many people surrounding the stage now for Owen to take anyone out without being noticed.
“You have about three minutes before the moon is at its fullest. I’m assuming that’s when the ceremony will begin. You need to get your ass in gear,” Heaven states in the earpiece.
“Ready?” Owen aims.
“Fire.”
Owen pulls the trigger as fast as he can, bodies hitting the ground one by one. Five hit the ground before people understand what is going on and start to scatter.
“No! Don’t run! This is a test. Remain vigilant,” Kendrick runs toward the stage and starts to undo his pants.