Death and All It's Friends - The Hazel Threat {2}

Picture is of Mystery Lady and the Thing (Sotto de Lurkurs = Monster)

Chapter Two

Stupid, stupid men and their big ass ego problems, it should buy them a one way ticket to hell......
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The World and How It Copes (News by Survivors in NYC) - Author's POV

"The World and How it Copes" was a news station taken over in New York, USA by a few survivors. Most recently people had found the monsters didn't like the big cities because it don't have proper prey to hunt, the temperature was also to low for their liking, plus they didn't like water and as many know New York is literally surround by bodies of water. The survives who decided to stay above ground were either busy looking for monsters to kill out of revenge and rage, or were being cowards and coming out at the mid of day only to have a hour to scavenge the abandon shops trying to look for necessities. Most of them decided to try to look for the rumors of secret camps/bases and survived by killing the demons along the way. The human population was discovered to be frequently decreasing if that was even possible with their nearly nonexistent numbers.

The super beings, the men, the Holy Five; were now somewhere in Russia. Why there; when they haven't helped anyone in North America (continent), no one knows...

Some of the observant discovered that these things didn't like the pitch darkness. Hardly anyone believed them until one night a band went out looking for something. They found the demons lurking no where, the news traveled like a wild fire in a forest, all across the world. They don't like utter darkness. These things also didn't like the blinding light of midday which they already discovered and a plus was they didn't like snow, so off people went living in the mountains, and up North were it snowed with no mercy yet even with these spilled secrets we, the humans kept dying...
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The Lady

I must have slept a close range of 7 to 8 hours because Mike... err, Micheal I mean shook me awake.
Can't even sleep a fucking hour properly, and in my own room for Heaven's sake! Every person that has ever come into contact with me knows to never ever wake me up once I'm asleep. I thought even Micheal knew that! What in the name of gummy bears does this cocky bastard want now?
"You know you could wake up now?" Ugh... such a stupid man, I sighed.
I'm never going to get used to saying Micheal, I swatted away his careful hands that were trying to wake me up.

"Go to hell! And let me sleep..." I mumbled.
He breathed down my face, minty shockingly which means he brushed his teeth. He fanned his sweet breath along my cheeks while he said in a husky bedroom voice that brought thoughts into my mind flashing red hot,
"Gladly, meet you there bitch." A toothy grin was revealed.
Thanks for ruining the red hot moment Micheal, said my bad half while the good one thanked him for making me stop. I internally hope for my sake he didn't just call me what I thought he did, for my own sake. He better pray to his lucky stars he didn't or else he's signing his own death contract!
"Senator I hope your not standing too close to me."
"What! Didn't know you wanted me that badly?"
I narrowed my eyes and gave some what of a cruel smile. Too bad he can't see it...

I lifted my hand up and clenched it into a fist, your wonderful Republicans won't be able to see your dazzling smile after this Senator Conners. (No offense to political people)
I swung and hit him in the jaw... point one of the Democratic party. Goodness its going to be a lovely day today!
"Dammit! What the hell was that for?!" Bitch.
"Nothing at all..." Bitch.
He was staring at me and opened his mouth. "What was that!" he whined. Bitch. You know perfectly well why. Bitch. No ever calls me a bitch!

I saw his outline stand up... better lite more candles. I wanna see his messed up face so badly! Damn, I would actually pay for that. I got off the sofa and lit the Yankee candle on the coffee table, hmm... Lavender Vanilla. Goodness there is too much plushiness every where, comforters that are 8 inches, beds with 3 memory foam mattresses along with swan feathered pillows! European rich wood, Persian rugs and Italian high thread count sheets. They even had clothes for the original members like the senate and the Hollywood stars... even me.
I had my back to Mike while I took a few steps towards the bathroom. My heart leaped like a black cat on Halloween, when arms came onto me and the next thing I knew I was about 3 feet above ground in bridle position.
"That wasn't very nice Love." Hah! I practically knock the man unconscious and all he does in return is call me pet names.

I grinned like that purple cat from Alice in the Wonderland, trying to contain my laughter. NO! I should have never lite that second candle (Remember she has another one on her vanity) Mike saw my grin and got a look on his face that said it all. I saw a cartoon light bulb come on top of his head full of viciously messy locks.
"Oh my little prisoner!" Oh God! Please don't do what I know your gonna do. Emphasize on the know.
He practically cradled me with one arm while the other snuck up my top and, oh no. He started wiggling his fingers making me go into giggling fits. I nearly choked on my laughter because I could hardly take a breath.
"MICHEAL!" I screamed when he swung me around in circles, "Please!" He laughed at me.
"Never!" he mimicked in a loud and obnoxious way. I nearly cried. This is absolute pure tormenting.
"Please! Let me GO!" There is no way in hell I'm going to say put me down he's gonna drop me face down, the little evil kinevil.
"Beg. Beg your way." he smirked. Shit. Forget all that stuff I said about it being a good day today, this is my personal hell. And I'm seriously not kidding.
My goodness. My friend Sydney always said that my charms are going to be the down fall of me. I sorta doubted that but now how I wish I could take that doubt away!

"Come on everyone knows your little ways..." The hell they do! I bet even the damn devil knows!
"No... please." I let some fake tears roll down my face. Never thought I would regret all the nights I spent sleeping with all those men.
"Hah! Love I know you better. Matter of fact ever since the day you were born, and every little cookie you snuck out of your mom's jar. Everything."
"Mich-" He stopped me.
"Nuh, uh." he glared while he put me down. He doesn't like his full name, our careless fun ended.
I did my little maneuvers (You know she's a super human and can do all sorts of neat things) and got out his arms across the room. He blinked. His arms still in the same position they were when he was holding me.

"How th-" he started. "I don't want know." He dropped his arms and approached me. I held out a hand to stop him. He looked hurt, felt hurt. I closed my eyes and concentrated on other people so I wouldn't have to face him. A woman was arguing with her son. I continued on to the next person.
Some one was in a bathroom taking a shower. A cook was fixing up meals. I felt Mike walk up to me, I had dropped down to the floor. Its been a while since I've used my powers, it's taking to much of my energy now. I gave everything I had into it and saw and heard almost everyone I wanted to hear. The US Cabinet members were planning raids and rescue missions, something about the president... God no.
I had a feeling something wasn't safe. The raid team! They were going on some mission. They thought I didn't know about the raids. They thought I didn't question who and how they kept getting food, they thought I didn't know that there really was a way back out of this place.

"J- I mean Miss... are you alright." Micheal almost said my name. I sighed. (*hint hint* Her name starts with the letter J)
The last time I went out of the building was when I snuck out to save the raiders... I had felt a ambush the night before and it turned out there were... them. No one felt calling them what they were or addressed them directly. Those things were always them, the others, they, things, parasites. Never the Sotto de Lurkurs, the closet translation provided... the French, their history says those monsters came up toward the surface around the time of the Greeks and Romans. Their legends of monsters in the sea and flesh eating human-likes were true. So true. The Native Americans call them Soul Eaters... what they are no one knows. I have dreams of them... hunting, killing, fighting... doing simply brutal, sinful things. I know what they call them selfs. What they were originally called.

I haven't completely figured out what it means but its Greek, Roman all mixed to form something close to, Domoniatrice Cruzmoate. I could understand them though... one night I had heard someone... one of them, say something about their title. I found out they have names of their own and titles but what I formed was a title of someone important. A leader perhaps...
My head was throbbing. I stood up and stride towards the bathroom with out looking back. I turned on the facet and ducked my head in the cold water. The vision came back, but I suffered less pain, one because I was numbed by the cold and two the new found playfulness between Mike and myself. So dark.
There were brown, dry old leaves shriveled up on the ground. Snow. The sky was dark and the atmosphere was thick of tension... it felt nearly as if I was there, my stomach felt as if it were churning; especially with the knowledge of the raiders and the soon to be discovered ambushers. Also Fate, the dreadful fate that caught up to every thing, animate or inanimate. The Sotto de Lurkurs. The Demon Lurkers Below.

The sky was gray, there were no clouds. I saw no life whatsoever. Not even any birds. Birds live everywhere. You wouldn't have had found any place with out birds before the war. A group of 16 or so men walked through the gravel with their heavy boots, crunch the dead leaves and snapping twigs. I felt the things actually lurking in the undergrowth of the bushes and climbing trees, positioning themselves in branches. I unconsciously didn't know that I had no control of my vision, this was the worst one I ever had and I didn't even know it.
The monsters crouched while the raiders had their backs to them, no one saw them coming. No one but me. I stood in that same spot for less than a minute and I saw limbs and heads of those poor men ripped and torn from their bodies.
The things came down and licked their claws, hands, call them what you like, but even animals know these are true brutes. I saw one boy, around 20 at my feet. He was still alive. I screamed for him to not move, I tried to pick him up but my hand went through him. The way he looked at the spot I stood, made me think if he could actually see me.

Darkened hazel eyes of a fallen man stared at my own eyes. Death, acting so carelessly as a plague wanted him so badly I could feel it. The man was trying to gurgle something out...
I was screaming. My body was so shaken that I was on my knees staring at the soon the be deceased. "Traitor..." Did I hear right? "Rot for falling for them." the man stumbled, "Rot all you w-want... ain't hell won't t-take y-y-you!"
He tried to snatch his limping hand away but death seized him to quick. Traitor? Even hell won't let me in... what's happening.
All too soon the picture changed to different images shifting restlessly leaving my mind knowing what they were or meant but no being able remember to comprehend. My life was spinning around me in hazardous circles. I was shaken back to reality but all that I thought and knew was the picture of the dying hazel eyed man and the harsh word... Traitor. I was leaving tonight, no strings or delays will stop me now.....
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**So sorry! I just completely forgot about this story until right now. Do you like it? I know it wasn't really romantic and was kinda messed up (as in twisted or scary) but I needed to give you guys an insight on the events and occurrence that are happening along with the the monsters that are dictating the main point right now. Comment?**