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Decembersville Ch. 4

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Chapter 4: Hunters
The pub was torn apart as if a war took place within its center; the windows were broken into bitty shards of glass, the tables were overturned and scratched up, and the floorboards were wet with vermillion. The only living creatures standing around were but about fifteen human beings, all clad in black and red costumes and holding strange, twisted up metal guns; silver glitter dripped down the metallic surface. A lady walked in, wearing the most detailed costume out of all the silent murderers and therefore making it obvious that she was their leader.
          Her skin was a bright white and she had a thin but strong appearance. Her clothes were that of a soldiers costume only in red and black trends along with a dark long-coat with the initials “W.C” ridded in silver on the back. Her hair was long, gelled black and curly plus her eyes were a whitish gray; clear enough to pierce through your soul. She walked straight and full of luster and her soft, thin lips emitted a trance of evil through them.
She stomped over the corpses of the fallen employees and customers that were once enjoying their evening in the tavern. Her black boots squished upon the drenched surface. The many costumed followers stood incredibly still, faces nonchalant.
The lady walked up to the bar table and patiently sat herself down on one of the stools, holding her rifle like a staff. Her face expressed calmness and she brought her stance to face the crowd before her. Her lips opened, “They have run off.”
Her accent was that of a strong German one and it shed a shadow of hate.
No gasps came from the crowds out of her words. She did give out a small, serene sigh, though.
          “But they know….that they can’t hide long. They may not be smart, but it’s a common slice of knowledge they all share,” she hissed, petting her rifle. “Already….our hands are blessed with the blood splatter of those devils. What a…gift it would be…to empty the earth of them and their heathen ways.”
She revealed a smile of daydreaming as she looked at her reflection upon her gun, “Yes...the time is approaching. It’s only a matter of time, brothers, until we find—“
“Lady Malakov!” a soldier interrupted as he broke in, covered in blood. His eyes twitched horror as he ran up to the supreme leader. She glared at him as he spoke, quivering.
           “We have killed one, but the other has run off, taking Will with it!” he screamed. “Will” must have been his partner, or something. “The freak’s corpse is still out there, ready for collection…b-but…”
     “Brother…” Malakov said, gently but sharp enough to get the soldier to stop stuttering. “You saw the freaks….you killed one…then let the other run off along with one of your members…”
     “B-but, my lady, you don’t…”     
     “AND,” she continued. “You came back to report your failure.”
     “F-failure…?” he stuttered. The other members were still as he said, “We were barely a match for the--”   
     “It’s not you personally that I am finding distasteful. It’s…the thought about that one freak getting away.”
Here eyes twitched a little; as if she was about to snap; as if this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
     “My methods may be coarse, but the results lead to well measures. You are trying our purpose for creating this cult.”
She emptied her gun barrel of two metal bullets. Her expression remained the same as she kept on speaking, “So one escaped. Did it hurt you? Vice-versa?”
     “W-well,” he shivered. “I-it did attack us…w-with knives.”
     “Knives.” She said to herself.
     “Y-yes. And then it….oh, god!” he gagged. “I-it tore Will apart and dragged him away with it…then I shot it blindly…but it just kept going.”
So you missed, the evil lady known as Malakov thought to herself. She hated this banter, so she spoke up.
     “Must have been frightening.”
     “Y-y-yes, my lady!”
     “When did this happen?” she asked softly and with no emotion, staring at the two beautiful bullets she withdrew from her weapon.
     “N-not so long ago, my lady. M-must have been a-about fifteen minutes ago from now.”
The other members of the cult didn’t breath a word.
     “Now…tell me…where did this monster flee to?”
The soldier swallowed hard, “T-the woods, my lady! F-fast, it was!”
She let out a small sigh.
      “Really? Oh. I think it fled somewhere else. Somewhere not one of us could find.”
Some heads in the crowd raised. The soldier was stupid enough to ask, “W….what? W-wha…where to, m-my l-lady?”
     “Oh, nowhere special. Just DECEMBERSVILLE, YOU IDIOT!!” she screamed horrendously, throwing the bullets in between the soldier’s eyes, causing them to explode in silver, glittery liquid splashing into his flesh. He fell backwards and began to scream agonizingly as he writhed on the floor, hands covering his face that was now smoking and sizzling. Some drops of the silver glitter hit the floor and sizzled holes into them.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” he screeched in pain.
          Malakov evilly whispered into his screams, “Why else did you join this cult for, failure.”
She snapped her gloved fingers and watched as a random member of the crowd shot the soldier thrice, ending his misery. Some of the cultists flinched in disgust at the sight of the corpse’s once-was face; completely burned into black and purple skin, roasted enough to look like paper. It was still smoking and silver liquid still dripped down his face, leaving boil marks.
          Then Malakov lifted herself off the seat and stepped over the fallen soldier, still holding her rifle dripping with fluid. “We are hunters. We are the ones who kill the cowards.”
She faced the crowd.
“We are the Winter Cult. We kill those monsters, not fall underneath their smeared hands like this traitor. And once we reach Decembersville… that dreaded hell…”
She began to walk to the exit, straight and full of self-glory, “We may as well be rid of them once and for all.”
Malakov exited and the Winter Cult followed behind her.
The tavern was empty in no time at all.
This is a short chapter dedicated to the introduction of one of the primary antagonists, the evil Azgda Malakov. This chapter is supposed to be very short (compared to the past few), violent, and mostly made up of dialogue to support Malakov's villainous tactics and the way she handles things. Here's her picture if you are wondering how she looks like: [link]

I look to my Cinematography and Math teacher to help me when writing about her.

Link to next chapter - [link]

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The scary thing is, is that my math teacher is named Malak