Time: 6:12 PMLocation: Dr. Ellen's residence. "Hang that up over here! No, there!" Mr. Jackson instructed the man on the ladder, his voice laced with urgency, as he pointed to where he wanted the Clara's birthday banner to be hung. On the banner, the words were imprinted in bold letters: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARA." It was Clara's special day, and the excitement filled the air. Mr. Jackson, with a beaming smile, exuded a contagious energy throughout the house, eagerly awaiting the start of the party. However, the celebrant herself was a mess inside her room... Clara had woken up this morning feeling surprisingly fine, free from her usual nightmares. As she got out of bed, an unfamiliar sensation washed over her, and she no longer felt the weight of despair. In fact, she felt remarkably good—better than she had ever felt before. Singing in the shower, Clara immersed herself in the joyous moment, a stark departure from her previous melancholic routines. She descended the stairs, ready
"He was so dear to both Dr. Ellen and Clara, however, Jackson was not only cunning but also remarkably astute. He skillfully twisted the revelation to fit his own narrative, positioning himself as the hero, the savior in this tumultuous revelation. "Can this be true?" he uttered, his voice laced with feigned surprise and curiosity. Dr. Ellen, taken aback by his sudden inquiry, asked with a hint of skepticism, "Can what be true?" "I can't believe this," he exclaimed, his words dripping with disbelief and astonishment. "During my mission in Iran, I encountered an enigmatic old woman just before my troop went into battle, the same battle where I was captured. She revealed to me exactly what you've just shared. She spoke of someone dear to me in mortal danger, and only I could save them. At the time, I assumed she was referring to my fellow soldiers, my brothers-in-arms. But as fate would have it, all my comrades perished, and I alone survived. I dismissed the woman as a mad, babbling f
Eric Damian, as always, is one for dramatic effect. With a powerful kick, he forcefully sent the door flying, shattering it against the opposite wall. Shifting his gaze to his left-hand side, Eric Damian fixed his eyes on Jackson and Dr. Ellen, who stood frozen in shock. Jackson wore an expression of sheer disbelief, his face etched with profound astonishment. He hadn't anticipated seeing Damian so soon, if at all. Knowing the indomitable Hybrid Eric Damian could never be contained for long, not even by prison or magic, Jackson had calculated it would take at least a week or more for him to break free. So, how on earth was he standing right here? "What the hell!" Jackson exclaimed, frustration seeping through his voice like a heavy sigh. Jackson anticipated what was to follow as Damian's piercing glare bore into him with an intensity fueled by boundless anger. The wrath of a hybrid was about to be unleashed upon him. Attempting to cast a spell to escape the building as quickly as
"I'm not saying anything," Jackson spat with a sick smile on his face. Mathias punched his already bleeding nose, a surge of rage consuming him. "Speak!" he yelled at him, his voice filled with frustration and desperation, but Jackson just kept on laughing like a lunatic, his laughter echoing through the room. Mathias raised his hand up, forming a fist, his knuckles white with anger and determination. "What's going on here?" A faint voice from behind them stopped Mathias from landing another blow on Jackson. It was Clara, her voice trembling with confusion and disbelief as she took in the horrifying scene before her. Mathias was on top of her father, the sight of blood covering his body, particularly his face, sending shockwaves of fear and concern through her. Clara wasn't strong enough to walk properly; she was resting her hands on the wall for support, her body weak and unsteady. Every step felt like an agonizing struggle, threatening to bring her crashing to the floor. The on
“My God!" Chriswell exclaimed in shock, not knowing to whom he should point his gun. "God isn't here; only the Devil," Eric Damian said, his face contorting into a monstrous visage. Ready to attack, but before he charged at them, he telepathically communicated with Vivian. "Go, get away from here! Far away and take my daughter Clara and her mother with you. Hurry!" He then glanced at Vivian, who nodded her head in acknowledgment, indicating that she had received his message. Damian redirected his attention to Lucian, Peterson, and the army they had brought with them. "One last chance, turn back and head home, all of you," he growled menacingly. "My friend, you don't understand, do you? Nobody is scared of you anymore_" Peterson's words were abruptly cut short. "Talk time is over. I want to hear some screaming!" Lucian bellowed. "Arrrrrggggggg!" His men chorused together as they charged forward to meet Damian. Eric Damian extended his claws and bared his fangs, while Sergeant C
They walked into the small supermarket that was in the gas refilling station to get some water, but the place was devoid of people. “Hello, hello, is there anyone here? Please, we just want to get some water," Vivian announced with a touch of desperation as they stepped into the shop. However, their call went unanswered, and the eerie silence persisted. “It's as if there is no one here," Vivian remarked, her voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and apprehension, as they carefully settled Clara onto a chair at the counter. “Let's just get some water. I'm terribly thirsty, and I'm sure Clara is too," Dr. Ellen suggested, her voice betraying a sense of urgency. “Alright, I'll check if there's any running water here," Vivian responded, her voice filled with a glimmer of hope, as she began to search the premises. As she scanned the area, her eyes caught sight of an open door, covered with strings of beads. Curiosity compelled her to approach the door cautiously, only to find herself s
In the streets of Great Hill, Jackson slowly rose from the ground, brushing off the dirt from his clothes, and flashed a sly smile at Mathias and Fateema, who stood frozen, watching him. Exhaling deeply, Jackson savored his newfound freedom. "Ahhhhh! It's sure good to be free," he remarked, his voice filled with satisfaction. Mathias's retort cut through the air, dripping with skepticism. "And who told you you are free?" he challenged, causing Jackson to burst into uncontrollable laughter. "And who is going to stop me?" Jackson countered, his voice laced with arrogant confidence. "I am going to stop you, we are going to stop you," Mathias asserted with determination, his gaze locked with Jackson's mocking stare. "In case you are blind, let me remind you that you are surrounded," Jackson taunted, gesturing to his side, showcasing the people who had joined his cause. Mathias acknowledged the truth. "True, I can see we are surrounded, but I can also see that there are only three wit
The wolves, Adams's family had arrived and the formidable brown wolf Noah, sprang into action. With a swift strike, Noah decapitated the man who had aimed his gun at Fateema's head, preventing him from taking a clean shot. Though the trigger was pulled, the bullet found no target, leaving Fateema unharmed but shaken. Jackson struggled to regain control as the wolves unleashed their fury upon his men, tearing through flesh and bone. Determined to turn the tides, Jackson resorted to dark magic, his voice trembling with incantation. "Quntix guudus!" he hissed, casting a spell that inflicted searing pain upon one of the wolves. Yet, the exertion weakened his magical hold on Mathias, and sensing an opportunity, Mathias seized it. Summoning his own arcane abilities, Mathias chanted, "ET vagrr hrrda," causing the two knives he had dropped to levitate and dart toward Jackson with deadly precision. A sharp gasp escaped Jackson's lips as a stabbing pain surged through his chest. Glancing down,