The darkness is back once again. The endless dark from when I was looking through my eyes from the inside of my brain. The red light is guiding me once again bring me back to where I was once at.
Every step now feeling a bit cold, but I still push myself. Making me feel like I have to find it, once again. Taking a step, again, and again, and again. Until after walking straight to the light I finally stand in front of it.
Three silhouettes all standing around the light as well. They are all looking at me. They have no face, no features, nothing. The darkness completely covers their face in a foggy cloud of black, but I just know it. If they had eyes that it would be placed opon mine.
The silhouettes move closer, as I stand in place throwing my vision around. Giving each of the silhouettes a glance then taking one step back. Making some distance between myself and the dark silhouettes as they all move in closer.
One of the silhouettes falls entering completely into the void, making itself disappear into it. The other silhouettes still moving in closer to me. Taking another step back, my path is blocked. The interaction with hitting something in my path in the darkness, genuinely frightens me.
'The first thing I told you…'
A deep sounding voice appears from behind me. Making me freak out, turn and back away. The voice came from a silhouette, seems to be the one that disappeared and then reappeared right behind me, blocking my path.
'…was to not trust them and you go and fall asleep right in front of both of them.'
I try speaking up, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I look down at my hand touching my face. I don't even have a hand. My legs as well. None of my body is there but I can feel them all moving individually. Instead, just like the dark silhouettes, is foggy darkness.
'You can't speak dumbass! No mouth!'
A different voice, like a high schooler, says something, behind me again.
I turn to see the silhouette, the one on the left side of the light starts waving its foggy hand in front of what's supposed to be a face.
'No mouth, no nothing. How am I supposed to speak?'
'Just like that...'
The deeper voice adds on hinting that it can hear me.
'… again I ask. Why did you fall asleep right next to those things?'
Before I could answer the teens voice adds on;
'He probably was to exhausted from the fight, plus if I'm correct we do take a lot of energy to have to hold the form. After all that fight took some time, before that werewolf thing surrendered.'
'Still doesn't ignore the fact that he went straight down after a short walk.'
The deeper voice, destroyed the argument.
'Well if anything, it was also this guy that messed it up as well.'
The teen voice starts pointing, what looks like a thumb, since it's poking out the side of its hand.
'That one doesn't even speak. Never said a word since we appeared here. Don't think that one has a conscience.'
The deep voices says.
'Could it be brain dead… wait if one of us is brain dead does that mean we are all brain dead. Ohh, we are stuck in a brain dead mind.'
The teen does a fake breakdown voice, like it's losing its mind.
'Shut up, no one's brain dead. It probably just doesn't speak.'
'Yeah, I know I just thought it would be funny to do that.'
There is a small interval of silence, that small interval turns into a big one as no one speaks for a few minutes. So I finally work up the courage to ask a question.
'Who are you guys? And where are we?'
Both the deep voiced silhouette and the teen silhouette looks over at me with their non existent eyes. The looking turns into stare as they don't brake away from me.
'My name is Harry, but you can call me Harold Compan, and the young sounding one is Harry Compan. We are supernatural killers. We have been for years before we… died.'
The deep voice turns sentimental.
'Yeah, we were damn good at what we did to. It was difficult for any creature, monster or demons to even come remotely close to harming us. Until it took mother…'
The teen, starts turning sentimental as well.
'…she wasn't my mom no more. It was something else entirely. I don't know for how long but, it was surely not my mother any more.'
The deep voices starts taking over. Telling me about how, both of their death happened.
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The night was long. For these two it was longer. It was just entering winter solstice, so that could have also been put of the reason. The coldness made it worse for them as well.
The time of year around 1930's. Men were getting off of work. Woman fixing up their meals for dinner. That time has long passed. It was nearing midnight and some taxis were still out for the long night shift workers.
We got a call the night before, an old friend of mine, he helped me get jobs, they all paid good, he told me about the job;
"Harold, get your boy, I have another job for you. Meet me down by the Evermore Casino. Call for Calone, at the top, he will give you the job details."
An old man, around his mid forties. He has a long white beard. His eyes with wrinkles around the edges, brown eyes. The man currently has a cigarette in his mouth. His hair slicked back.
"Yeah, okay. I'll be there soon."
With one more puff of the cigarette the old man puts out the cigarette with an ashtray right beside the phone. The phone is a landline phone that connects to all phones in the house.
"Harry! Come down we have a job to do!"
Yelling at the top of his lungs, he coughs once or twice before, when he does yell though. He calls down for his boy. Calling him over and making himself heard.
The house is a two story house. Stairs a few steps away from where the front door is. Making you enter into a wide corridor. With openings that lead from his dining room, over to the kitchen on the left. And the living room, that spans wide from the front to the back.
A back door that leads to the back yard. Harold always has his grass, front and backyard freshly cut. If it so much as becomes an inch over the ground, either he or his boy, Harry cuts it for him.
"Harry, come down we have a job!"
With another heave and cough. His voice travels for enough from him to his son.
"Yeah, I was putting on some cloths, calm down old man."
Entering, making himself known at the top of the stairs. Is a teenage boy. His skin not very prestigious as many other white boys his age. He has a small mustache, growing in. Harry's long, red-brownish hair is messy as it flows right beside his ears.
His cloths covering up his body, that he shaves regularly. His girlfriend hates chest hair and other bodily hair. The way he dresses himself is with regular cargo pants. A tank top with a brown biker jacket and a watch on his wrist.
Small scars on his body, some large. They all came from where his father brought him hunting. The one that most people see are the one on his hand. Where he has a scar from the palm of his hand, around the backside ending on the other part of his palm.
"You should also put some clothes on. We have a job and your going to go there buttbooty naked."
The teen says as he covers his face. His father just naked at the front door, though the door and window are closed it can still traumatize the boy, if seen, and he was in fact traumatized.
"You came out my balls, boy, I don't need to hide it from you."
Harry still hiding his face as his father makes his way up the stairs and past Harry. To his room, to change.
"Dad, I'm just going to get the keys and start the car for us, getting it warmed-up."
"Yeah, you go do that."
Fifteen minutes past before Harold comes into the garage, through the door connecting the house and the garage. The garage door is open making it possible for them to leave.
Harold comes out wearing a tuxedo suit, with a tie. Along with some good pants that are matching it's color and style. He walks over to the car. Opening the passenger seat door and getting in.
The car is a red Duesenberg J-Series, no top on the car, making it bad for rain, but good to talk to people easily, the windshield just covering the distance needed to keep the people inside safe. There is a white lining along the bumpers and the door frames. The seats are a beautiful brown color.
They needed a good car, in case a job had a time crunch for them so they could just dash right out the door toward the job area.
Harry on the driver side. Hand on the wheel as he listens to the car radio, listening to a band that he doesn't even know the name to, but the tunes are good, so that's all that matters.
"Where are we going?"
Harry asks his father as he puts the car into reverse and starts driving out of the driveway.
"Evermore Casino."
The car halfway out of the garage gets put to a complete stop. The car wasn't going fast so the stop doesn't really shake up the car that much.
"Mom, what happened?"
Harold looking forward, turns in the door's direction as he sees his wife walk up to the car side.
She is a very beautiful lady. Her waist is small and her face jawline is sharp. She has a cute nose and her mouth is small. She is relatively short compared to the two men in her family. Her hair is red, brown in a straight pony tail. Her bangs covering a small amount of her forehead.
She came down wearing a beautiful nightgown. One that is purple and covering completely up to her ankles. She came out wearing some black sandal shoes.
As she makes her way over to the passenger side of the car. She leans down and starts talking to the boys inside. Her arms propping up her head, on the car door.
"Where you going this late at night?"
"Evermore Casino."
Before Harold can even answer, Harry jumps to it and answers for him. When he does he turns the other direction and tries holding back a laugh. He set him up.
Getting up off the car door she slaps Harold on the back of his shoulder.
"Harold, how many times have we been through this sh*t. You need to stop f*cking gambling."
"Diane, what I do with my money ain't non of your concern. Im doing this for a job. You said we needed some money. So I'm getting it."
"I told you about talking to me like that, Harold. Keep doing it. It makes me wet…"
Harry looks over to the passenger side when him mother said that. His face looking dumbfounded and wierded out.
".. anyway, don't gamble the money and keep Harry safe."
With a kiss, she back away from the car and starts walking back towards the front door. Harold takes the chance and slap her ass.
"God, your ass. I'm gonna take it when we get back."
Harold says. Harry still looks weirded out.
"You have got to stop doing this stuff in front of me. It's weird."
Harry says, his voice breaks once or twice.
"Get going boy. I don't know when this job will end."
Pulling completely out of the drive way into the street. Diane waves them a goodbye wave, the boys wave back to her as Harry puts the car in drive and starts forward.
Passing houses in the community, cars parked and house lights slowly dying out as people enter their beds to sleep. For work, school, or just an early morning. The houses start moving faster past the car, as both the boys make their way over to Evermore Casino.