We got to the Smith's residence. Jazz's family outside and talking to the police. Jazz herself was nowhere in sight. I jumped out of the chopper before it fully landed. Zero was right behind me. The Smiths family had a tiny house. One floor, wide front porch, I saw a back porch and a small yard fenced off out back. I went to the family. "What's the story here?" Jazz's sister, uh, Carly was stammering. "This-this kid, he just walked into the school after it ended and h-he had a-a-a knife! He killed everybody he saw! He kept yelling and screaming for Jazz, I tried to get his attention, but he ignored me! He saw Jazz and fought her! Jazz lead him down the sewer! I don't know what happened after that!"
I asked, "Carly, stay calm now, did she go down anywhere near here?" She nodded, and pointed to a man hole in the street. The police were standing around it like idiots. I turned back to Carly. "I have powerful senses, is she wearing anything, or holding something before she went down there?" She nodded. She ran into the house and two seconds later she ran back out with a bottle of perfume. She said, "She put this on before school! I bought it for her and only her!" I took it and sprayed it on my wrist. I inhaled it deeply and almost choked myself. Jazz must have been wearing this to be nice. I sniffed the air for a few minutes.
There was a trail leading up to the school, then coming back, and into that sewer. I smiled, Jazz I am now on your trail. I turned to Zero. "You ready?" He nodded. I went over to the man hole and called over to the family. "I'll be back with Jazz in no time!" Dead or alive. If its dead, if I'm to late, there will be a massacre before I go.
I dove in and began working. I followed the scent down towards the way of the school, Zero close behind. It's not as hard as you think to distinguish that sewer smell from the perfume.
I heard a struggle. I stopped and put my hand against Zero to stop him. "What is it?" he whispered. I shushed him and listened. "Let me go! You are not going to get away with this! Do you know who my friends are?" Yep, that's Jazz. "Cyrus Noble is going to come down here and make you a part of his heads collection! Do you hear me?!" She was gagged after that. I heard a growl. I heard a voice say, "That's exactly what I want. If it wasn't for him, I would never have existed! After I kill him, my poor, poor hearts will have content. Then I will burn, in Hell's fire along with him." I heard a gasp. "This is what he did. Even if I made peace, I would never be excepted, or loved. Only because of the way I look. I don't deserve a place on this Earth, and neither does he. Simple as that."
The entire time he was talking I was following the sound of his voice. He sounded kind of familiar. Whatever, it doesn't matter.
I got to this huge dome room. I saw Jazz tied with her hands above her head and a cloth in her mouth. Leaning against the pipes, was a hooded figure. This guy had simple every day clothes you would have seen on a college guy. This guy was ranging in the high sixes, low sevens in the height area. The guy was a giant. He looked up and saw us. "And so comes the demon and his sidekick." I took a couple of steps towards him. "I am only going to ask you this ounce, who are you?" He stood up straight, and pulled back his hood. I saw my face, except, it was scarred.
He looked like he went into a Lions, Tigers, and Bears fight before he got the healing factor. He said, "You see what your blood did to me?" He said in an altered version of my voice. "I was a simple college student. Bishop wanted to see how your blood affected other people. He fused my DNA with yours. What you see here is the result. He locked me up, and I was on Death's row, until I escaped, not too long ago. I saw your face on the news, I knew then what I must do." He pulled a big knife from behind him. "Randal Rogers is dead. Now there is only I, Blood Lust!"
He charged at us and Zero froze him in his place. We relaxed, which is a big mistake, since he broke the ice and shook it off. He smiled and put his hood back on. "That all you got?" I charged at him, claws extended. I slashed, kicked and punched, but I didn't do anything to him. He punched and slashed with his knife. I was healing the fastest I could but those punches are tiring. I don't think he is even trying. He cocked a fist back and slammed it into me, sending me flying. I landed face down in the water. I struggled to get back up. I looked up to see Zero getting Jazz free. I smiled a little. I got back on my feet. "I can still beat you." I said. He laughed. "Ha HA! I am stronger in every way! You can't beat me!" I said, "I don't have to be stronger. I just have to survive. Jazz! Use your sonic scream!" She looked at me in horror. "But that will kill you! Your ears can't handle it!"
"I can take it! Trust me--Ack!" Blood Lust shoved his knife upward into my rib cage. I felt a striking pain there, it was different from other stabs I have felt. I fell to my side. I feel....cold.
I stood there and watched as Blood Lust stood triumphantly over my Cyrus. I was starting to see red. I turned to Zero. "Cover your ears." He did so without question. I took a couple of deep breaths, one deeper than the next. Then I took one hugely deep one and screamed.
It was way worse in here. In here it echoes. As soon as I started Blood Lust clutched his ears in agony. He sunk down to his knees, and then he fell forward. I ran over to him and pulled him back up with his hood. I turned him over so he was facing me, mostly. I took another deep breath and screamed at him. He seemed unresponsive. I let him fall and I felt blood dripping down from where I was gripping on his head. I made his ears bleed.
I went over to Cyrus with Zero right behind me. I pulled on the knife and yanked it out. I waited. After a minute Zero put a hand on my shoulder. "Jazz, I don't think he's coming back from this one." I waved him off. "He's coming back. You'll see."
We waited for ten minutes. I cradled his head on my lap so that when he wakes up, I can see those beautiful blue eyes shoot open and reveal life. But........there was nothing.
Cyrus?
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