"Fear me!" bellowed an Anti-arch. His tentacles were wrapped around the trees, yanking their roots from the ground and throwing them into the distant mountains. On the bottom of the demonic beast, rusted brown-colored appendages flared madly around; the monster's many black eyes covered his greasy face in gruesome hatred.
Sara sniffed her navy cloak. Her nose wrinkled from the horrible scent of the dried Infernal’s blood and sweat.
Her best friend, Katerina, snapped a picture of the Anti-arch throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old. She posted it on her blog: Agh, the last Anti-arch tonight, this one terrorizing the neighborhood with a brain that matches the mind of a doorknob.
“FEAR ME!” the Anti-arch screamed even louder, his appendages wildly tossing more trees out of his way to get the girls. With raze sharp teeth, he had crab-shaped legs underneath his tentacles to let him walk on the surface. They pounded on the ground, sharp and ready to penetrate anyone who dared cross his path.
“I will feast on your corpse and drain the blood out of your body, absorbing your pain and begging for your cries!” His tentacle gripped around Sara’s torso, yanking the girl off her feet. She yelped in surprise. The Anti-arch let out a rumble of pleasure: “You pathetic little bitch!”
“First,” Sara began, struggling out of his grasp, “I am not a dog.” The hellish creature shook her like a cocktail shaker with his appendage and the girl felt her organs rattle inside her. She breathed out annoyance once the monster stopped shaking her. “And secondly, this doesn’t even hurt!”
Eyeing her warily for a moment, the Infernal screamed, “I will squeeze you so hard until the air in your lungs is sucked out and you are suffocating!”
Sara grimaced, “I feel like I am in the battle scene of an anime. Why do they always state the damn obvious?” As the Infernal’s clutches tightened around her, she sucked in her breath and squirmed: “Kate! This is hurting!”
Her friend stared blankly at her being squeezed to death. She pulled out her gun from the holster dangling on her hip, unlocked the safety on her gun, and fired in one swift succession. The bullet slammed home.
The tentacles burst into an explosion, sending blood raining down on the forest grounds. In a cry of anguish, the Anti-arch flared his limbs and slammed against trees which crashed to the ground.
Sara landed on the park’s land ungracefully. With a heavy thump, she rolled down a hill with a grunt from the impact. Launching to her feet, she pulled a sword from under her cloak. The torn appendage withered away in front of her.
“Do you need help?” Kate questioned and went back to her phone.
“Nope!” replied Sara, dashing straight at the Anti-arch who was looking horrified at his cut-off, bleeding appendage. Gaining momentum while running to the picnic bench, she jumped off it and swirled around in the air.
Twirling around, she raised the blade to slice through flesh that had the texture of tough leather. Blood sprayed on her body. From the Anti-arch sliced side, oily black blood oozed and the stench of rotten eggs flooded the air.
The girl jumped off moving tentacles, dodging them as they flashed around. She landed back on the lawn with the monster howling in pain behind her.
“Tell me where you learned that trick!” demanded Kate with envy, slipping her phone into the pocket in her slim blue jeans, not wanting to miss out on the action. She gave a couple of shots to the monster in his multiple eyes.
Sara watched the beast prying more trees from the ground and throwing them into the mountains, trying to deal with the onslaught of pain. “Why call this thing an Anti-arch?” She mumbled, “I know the actual reason; it is because an archangel fell from Heaven and turned into an Infernal, but no one can be original anymore!”
Waiting for the monster to bleed out, the girls stood there for a second; however, he was damaging more of the forest. Sara sighed and walked up to him with crossed arms.
The breeze whisked through her black hair, and the sun was setting. The park was closed for refreshed paint on the sidewalks, which hadn’t been painted yet this morning since it had rained.
About to charge at the Anti-arch with her sword, Sara was ready to strike again. The Infernal prepared to explode nematocyst—a paralyzing liquid from the suckers of his tentacles—but they heard a man whistling close by.
They skittered to a complete halt with weapons drawn, staring at the humans passing by with a content look. He observed pleasantly the lucid, blazing sky, distracting him from seeing a monster and Prowler frozen in their spots.
Sara took the opportunity to calm down her excited, throbbing heart and come up with a plan to kill the beast. She hadn’t noticed the man because she was so caught up in finishing the Anti-arch off.
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People in the past punished those who were not normal, for example, by burning witches and hanging shapeshifters. They also hunted Infernals and Choirs, or really any Gala.
And for that, the Galas had a secret, untold rule: no matter if the Harmonies or Infernals were fighting each other, they couldn’t be spotted for fear of humans finding out about the supernatural world. Even though the Choir made the Pulse of Deception, which kept the humans from remembering the supernatural, this didn’t mean the Galas had an excuse to be reckless.
However, this didn’t stop the supernatural race from trying to kill each other.
Kate darted her eyes back and forth between the Anti-arch and Sara to see who would make the first attack. Once the man’s whistling couldn’t be heard after what felt like a long time of waiting, Sara spun around, her blade cutting a crab leg off him.
Jamming down his other claws to stab her, Sara was quick and light on her feet, and she jumped back. From his suckens, the nematocyst squirted out. She tried to dodge out of the way, but the ink liquid rained on her. The Anti-arch crackled in delight.
The nematocyst was like acid, burning through Sara’s cloak. She pouted, “Aw, this is brand new!” She slumped her shoulders with new holes in her fashionable clothing. The liquid ran down her pale skin without paralyzing her nerves.
“HOW?” shrieked the Anti-arch, the sunken sprayed more paralyzing liquid in hopes of paralyzing her and then eating her. He loomed beneath the trees, and the width of him was the length of a minivan.
Kate let out a yawn, stretching out her arms to the sky. “I heard that new escape room movie just released.”
“Wait, the one with the crazy ex-boyfriend, who is supposedly some smart genius, but still throws his ex-girlfriend into his wild games to have her realize the love he has for her?”
“Yeah.”
Sara shook her head and said, “Men are just weird these days.”
The Anti-arch boomed: “YOU DAMN PROWLERS!”
“You know,” replied Kate with narrowed eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. “The humans might hear you even though this park is out of nowhere, and then what? We get caught and be the slaves to human scientific discoveries!”
“Well,” stammered the Infernal who looked uncertain. His voice lowered into a whisper. “Sorry.” Then, like a light switch, he mouthed out with a silent yell, “Fear me!” His limbs flew out again, ready to pierce and destroy.
Sara scanned him one time, and in blur-like vampire speed, she flickered around him in a stealthy move. Her blade slashed and diced deeply into the Infernal’s skin, and his blood sprayed all over her body.
She knew the anatomy of the Anti-arch to find the four beating hearts around his body and pierced them. She appeared back next to Kate in a flash. Even before the beast could scream, he collapsed with a deafening sound.
“He was getting on my nerves,” Kate stated. She opened her palm, and a fireball sparked alive. Throwing the fireball where the fallen Anti-arch was, the fire consumed him.
Blood covered Sara’s head and the tips of her ankle boots. She groaned at being drenched in it. Her navy cloak felt a little heavier and looked black. Trudging away from the park and up the mountain, she went where the destroyed trees were.
In order to repair the damage, Sara had to see the damage to fix it. Behind her, she saw when the forest was being destroyed; unlike the trees being tossed in the distance, the crashing noise was only heard, not seen.
Sara lifted her hands with a sigh. The broken trees that were flung into the mountains crumbled into the soil of the ground. Where the Anti-arch had yanked trees out left and right, the forest behind her mended together, and new trees sprouted. The woods were back as if nothing had happened.
Kate waited until her friend finished fixing nature and she waved her hand. The fire shield dome that covered the park canceled out the loud crashes from the trees and stopped anyone from sensing the Galas’ presence.
Of course, the Anti-arch didn’t know no one could hear him raging on besides anyone who passed in the dome’s territory, but Kate wanted to make a statement to the monster. Her energy was drained from using her powers, which covered acres of land. Fortunately, no blood was splattered on her.
The sun was descending, and she was eager for her date tonight. She watched Sara walk back to her, upset at being covered in the Infernal nematocyst goo. Kate said, “I’m going to have myself a date with Andrew, so I won’t be coming home with you. Is that okay?”
The Prowler inhaled deeply to catch a breath, but the smell of the blood made her nauseous. “Yeah, don’t forget to check off the mission.” Looking around in her cloak, she tried to find a buttoned pocket where she kept her Portable Ports. Sara frowned, “Damn, I forgot them again.”
Before Kate raised her hand, the girl swayed her head, “No, I’ll walk home. I have to remember them.” Sara was glad the sun lowered quickly so she could prowl around in the shadows. The humans’ eyes wouldn’t be catching her bloody, messy state. With a goodbye wave, she started for home.
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Dialogue Chat: Sara, Kate, Brother Jehovah
7:01pm [Sara] There was a serious problem during the mission. Who named the Anit-arches? It's awfulllll. Was it the musical Archangel dude who titled everything?
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7:01pm [Sara] Oh, I have the name! How about the Tentacle Monster?!
7:02pm [Kate] Um...no
7:02pm [Sara[ Awww. why not? 😕They have tentacles!
7:03pm [Kate] Sara, have you read those interesting mangas with people who have tentacles? It sounds way too much like henati.
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7:03 [Sara] What is henati? 👀
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7:05pm [Sara] Kate?
7:06pm [Sara] Brother Jehovah, what is henati?
7:07pm [Brother Jehovah] I am going to close this chat since this topic has nothing concerning your well-being, technology problems, or Infernals' issues. Have a good day.
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