Chapter 9: For the gifted, for the haunted.
Black, tangled hair crawled through the hospital like untrimmed veins creeping along the walls of an abandoned home. Inside, piercing screams echoed — loud enough to make Mikel's ears bleed.
"Ahhh!!"
Mikel winced at the shriek, pushing himself off the ground until he was sitting. The sound went on, shrill and wet, like a pig being slaughtered with no clean end.
"Holy..." he breathed, panting heavily as he watched the monstrous being collapse to its side.
The beaded chain, just big enough to fit around Mikel's wrist, twisted itself around the creature's body. It moved slowly, but he could see it tightening, constricting with each passing second.
"Crowd control," he muttered with a short, nervous laugh. "Is it gonna kill it? Or do I need to finish the job?"
His brow twitched as Doom displayed another block of text:
[Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven...]
The Lord's Prayer scrolled across his vision.
"Trying to be funny?" he hissed, snapping his attention back to the creature.
He didn't have to wonder much longer.