it hunts the weak

“Shit, get her! She’s going to--ARGH!!” The gangster’s words became a bloody gurgle as he was thrown through the window. He had sixty stories before he hit the ground, more than enough time to die from the shard of glass in his throat.

Gunshots echoed through the dark office, and the sparks they birthed brought a kiss of light to the destroyed skyscraper. Faye dodged them all easily enough, though only because she had enough obstacles to hide behind. With a kick and a bit of soul manipulation, she sent a computer tower flying across the room and into the head of one of the men chasing her. He cursed loudly, but that curse became a death rattle as something large and white impaled itself through his chest.

“I TOLD YOU TO GIVE ME HER SOUL!” the demon shouted. It stepped out into the sunlight that streamed through broken windows, granting Faye another horrifying look at its bloody shape. She forced her stomach contents back down, turned, and ran. Even looking at such a mangled, deformed creature was enough to disgust her. It’s aura, however, put her over the edge.

The gangsters chasing her had been her own once. Ralph and Andrew and Jason, all good men she had fought with in the Bronx. When this demon came and possessed them, everything changed. Her most loyal men in her gang were trying to kill, rape, and consume her now. She didn’t know rather she should cry, scream, or some heinous mixture of both.

Zipping through the hallway proved useless. There was no power in this skyscraper; after the terrorists bombing of a few days ago, half of Manhattan had no power. To make matters worse, she could see souls every day haunting streets, and when there were souls, they game. She didn’t know what the demons were called, what they were, or why they ate souls, but she could see them alright. And they could see her. Faye’s first instinct had been to summon Johnny Blaze to help her out, but doing that in public was bad. With so many cameras watching and police swarming the streets, one supernatural move would land her in Area Fifty-One or some shit, leaving her to be prodded and visected. There had to be another way. There had to be.

Running into a bathroom, Faye turned on her heel and began to breathe heavily. She moved back slowly, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute and filling her ears with their screams. The lights were blinking on and off, and in the corner of her eye she saw a broken mirror. Faye could smell the demon approaching; its presence was a blight on her mind that drew ever closer. Instinctively she reached up to grab the game cartridge she wore as a necklace. Faye didn’t want too, but even she had to wake the dragon sometimes...