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The Beast that lurks within

The room that was once at the start of the day clear and empty' now had the stench of three men smoking and breathing the filthily air of the room that they have been in from dawn to dusk.

A dim and weak beam of light is emitted from the small oil lamp on the wooden table in the center of the room, sparing the corners of light.
The old man, a fragile old relic, in his late 60s, was smoking a large pipe with a nice quality of tobacco stuffed and burned on the other side of the pipe, while his mouth inhaled the devilish goodness.
The weary looking man, in his late 40s was staring at a drawing at the table in the center of the room. He was so fixed to the point if a stranger would walk by, he would swear that he is a statue. Don't be mistaken, this man is no statue. He is one of the toughest bastards in this sorry god forsaken island.
His eye were red, he never blinked the whole time, just staring at the damm old drawing, with a large cigar glued to his lips.
The boy, just a kid in his early 20s was petrified. He kept on looking at the walls, and on it the pictures of the horrifying things that he thought only lurked in the thoughts of the foulest of men.

The boy was wrong.

The boy was so wrong.

The old men rolled his eyes from one side to the other, thinking.
The boy sat in his chair, looking at the statue next to him, staring at a piece of paper on the table. His leg was shaking so bad that you would be surprised that it was the boy and not the old man. But the shaking are a sign of fear, and the obvious lack of sleep his eyes are transmitting.

A small irritating noise was made, the old man pushed the chair he was sitting on for quite a few hours, and he then stood up and straightened his back.
"You are all wrong about this. We need to leave right now and get this beast while it licks its wounds" The old man shouted. He came closer to the door.
"This is a bloody monster we are dealing with. We have brave men, heck - we are brave and able men, but we can't take on that thing, even with Jah's help. Even if the lonely boy would get down here and help us, he will be crucified again, this time by the bloody beast" The boy cried out, and the old man looked at the boy, with a sense of pride.
The man moved his eye away from the drawing, and laid back in his chair.
The two waited for his response anxiously, for the master of all thing evil will rid this island of the horrible beast.

A low and strong voice was heard.
"Do you wish to rid this earth of this beast?" the great monster slayer asked the boy and the old man.
The boy then jumped to the table and pounded his fist onto it.
"Yes, dammit . We must stop such evil" The boy cried out.
The old boy began to shed a tear, and then somehow managed to return it to its rightful place - where no one can see his weakness.
"The boy is right. We need to vanquish this evil. I will help you, I know some spells that can give the beast hell" The old man said, his eyes looking at his son, happy with the thought of a great life to come.
"Do you really want to kill this beast? Are you sure?" The man who stared at the table continues.
The old man walked to the table and nodded. So did the boy.

"Then you must kill yourself. This evil is human. He is brutal. And he is here."

The boy looked around, worried.

The old man fell on his knees, crying.

"A nice answer, but you are a bit off" a shallow voice was heard from the dark corner.
The three men were startled, and tried to find the source of the sound.

"I am aided by one of the greatest evils of all. And although yours is respectful, there are only few that reach the level of my contributor" The voice then continued, laughing.

The boy reached for his dagger, the man for his sword and the old man for his cross and bible.

"Do as your father. Follow him, and you may be able to repent in time" The Voice was heard again.
The old man began talking to himself, saying a prayer.
The boy looked at the father and then at the man, his body could not move while looking at his two heroes, fearing the unknown as much as himself.

"Are you done? Monster slayer, don't even try. I have a special place for your soul. Boy, I feel sorry for you. The wrong place at the wrong time "The voice started laughing and then it came out of the dark corner.

A handsome white man that is in a very interesting outfit.
He wears matching black waistcoat with a skirt length, formal black silk gloves, contrasting top Oxford boots with punching across the toe cap, boldly striped long tie, striped shirt with contrasting white turn-down collar and cuffs, and formal striped trousers. Strangely, a red top hat was worn also, a contrast to a very similar look along the rest of his fully clothed body.

No real face features existed, as his face was still covered with the darkness.
A satchel was hung from his right shoulder to his left waist, and a cup made of paper held by his right hand.
It was written in English letters, but it wasn't a word - "star bucks" the inscription said, embedded by a very intriguing ink mark.

The old man finished his prayer, and his tears flowed like a river along his face and down to the dirty floor of the room.
He smiled, and held the cross tightly.

The voice's clothes began to catch fire.
He started screaming, crying out for help, cursing whoever crossed his mind.
The sight took only several seconds, but the boy and the monster slayer had a look of hope in their eyes.

They are saved.

Or so they think.

A strong bright light flushed the room, and the three men where blinded.
A loud crack was heard, and then the vision returned to the two men.

The body of the old man was standing in front of the monster slayer, and it was held by the voice.
"You are next, monster slayer. Boy, I would suggest repenting your sins. Your father tried to kill me. Such a waste. Not really." The voice laughed.

The boy fell to the ground and began praying to a god that he does not believe in, and only starts to now.
The body of the old man is thrown to the corner, and the monster slayer faces the voice.
He starts to scream, and a sizzling sound of flames is heard.
He turns his head to all side and tries to see, but his eyes have melted into the back of his head.

"Now you die" The Voice said. His hand went through the chest of the monster slayer and a cracking sound was heard.
The boy prayed again and again for a miracle.
He began hearing his beating heart. But then he hears a second.
He turns his head to his left and he sees a hand holding a beating heart.

"It's your turn now, boy. Remember, it is your entire fault. If you would not have investigated the death of the girl, none of this would have happened." The voice Shouted, and then threw the beating heart away.

The voice then put on a pair of glasses that are darkening his eyes to the point the boy could not see them. He grabbed the boy by his neck and pinned him on a wall.

"I am giving you an opportunity here. You can serve me and live. You can give me what I desire and you will see the sunlight again. Just tell me and I will let you go" The voice told the boy in a soft mother like tone.

The tears were flowing like a river on the boy's face, reaching the floor and his clothes. He opened his eyes and stared at the faceless voice.
"Thirteen girls" He said. "Thirteen girls found dead. Mutilated. Raped. They were innocent. They all had blue eyes. Brown hair. One of them was named Emily. My sister. "The boy said, choking after each sentence.

"Untouchable is also a state some are in. It is rare, but fine. I'll see you on the rack deep below" The voice smiled and began pressing the throat of the boy against the wall.

A loud sound was made, and light was everywhere.
A deafening sound was heard, and the once unseen face became red goo that splattered all over the rotten room filled with two corpses.

The boy fell down on the ground, and before closing his eyes a woman came closer to him.
She looked at him, curios. Before passing out, the boy read an inscription on the woman's shirt - "Time Police, Jurisdiction of 1000-1800 AD".

The boy fell into a deep sleep.