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me, and I was sent to the wall where I found myself not being able to move. The Section 520 creature crawled down the wall and to me. She placed one of her long, sharp claws against my throat.
    “You move, your head rolls,” she says with a hiss.
    I dropped my friend and it safely landed on my right foot.
    Out of the corner shadows stepped a man of Herculean size with pulsating, massive muscles, and I knew him. His name, the Messenger. The Section 520 creature forces me to look at him. I released a sigh.
    “Messenger.”
    “Harvester,” he replied. “You recognize Petra, don’t you?”
    She licked my neck with her long forked tongue. “Yummy.”
    “I recognized her stench, but not her new face. You bastards change your looks so much.”
    She tightened her grip around my throat. I guess because of my sarcastic comment. The Messenger winked at me. “It’s all about survival and expansion,” he casually stated.
    “The Underworld’s motto, right? So where’s Vega?”
    She let out a wicked laugh and the Messenger stepped closer to me. “Let’s just say, old roots still lie with the Dead.”
    This comment got my gears going. It sounded familiar to me. The Petra moved her face within an inch of mine. “It doesn’t matter, Harvester. You’re dead anyway.”
    “So Vega doesn’t want to face me, huh?”
    The Messenger lightly slapped my cheek a few times, most likely to show he has control of me. “He has a lot more bigger things on his agenda to accomplish instead of wasting energy on you.”
    “So he sends his number one and two soldiers to off me, huh?”
    He smirked at me. “That’s right.”
    Petra hissed at me. “And we caught you so easily too.”
    The Messenger laughed and she followed suit with her maniacal sounding laugh. I knew I must prolong their actions toward me, so I decided to join in as well. This makes them laugh hysterically, and now they seemed distracted.
    This was when I should act. I have quite a hard head, so I headbutt Petra on the nose and split it wide open. Black blood squirted out of it. She was dazed and in pain. I perfectly flipped my sword up off my foot, cutting through the webs and right into my hand. She leapt for the ceiling to escape, but I lopped off all her ankles. She fell to the floor and I now opened up her stomach with my sword. Her intestines spilled out as she squirmed around the floor and made hellish screams of pain. The Messenger produced two semi-automatic assault rifles from under his huge jacket and fired at me. I rocketted down the hallway as bullets whizzed by me and out of his view. I hurled a chair through the bedroom window to give them the impression I escaped in order to possibly overhear any vital information. Like a spy, I quietly peered out the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and secretly watched them. I saw the Messenger look down on Petra as her eight legs curled up like a dying spider does.
    “Shit. Vega’s going to be livid,” he softly said.
    “Kill . . . me. Kill me,” she said, choking on her own blood.
    It was obvious he didn’t want to kill her, a person he had grown quite fond of over many years. But I figured he knows he has to. There’s no mending what I’ve done to her.
    He pointed one of his guns at her. “Bye, baby.”
    He shot her several times and killed her. I hid deeper into the hallway to not be spotted and heard him make a cell phone call.
    “Vega, it’s me. We have a problem.”
    There’s a moment of silence.
    “Yes. He got away. I forgot how fast and good he is.”
    Vega must be extremely irate because I can hear him through the cell. “You forgot? You forgot? How can you forget something like that, you imbecile?” He ranted and raved incoherently because he’s so angry. Vega calmed down. “I’ll deal with you when you get back. Oh, yes.”
    Vega hung up on him. I made myself scarce and headed toward the bedroom and hopped out the broken window with sword in hand.

A n hour later, I was walking down the