The One Where He Returns

Though a tree grow ever so high, the fallen leaves return back to their roots.

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My eyes widen, heart thumping in my ears, I watch as the clouds roll though the vast grey-blue sky. I wince as I push myself up into a sitting position. I look around a sea of green surrounds me. Wincing as I push myself up I stagger as a searing pain tears though my arm. 

I pull up my sleeve and find a deep gash near my shoulder. I brush my fingers against the tear letting out a long hiss. I gently pull my sleeve back down and look around. Up ahead in between the shadows of leaves appears a road. Walking forward with difficulty I see that just across the way sits Ferguson's Fine Diner with only a handful of cars out front.

Limping across the street I yank the door open. The pungent smell of decaying flesh and rotting eggs fills my nose. The tables flipped, everything lay askew. Dead body's litter the floor soaking in pools of blood some more mutilated then others. I walk to the counter to find a thirty year old women lying in her own pool of blood. I scrunch up my nose as I lean down and examine the wound to her body. Someone had dragged a knife from her throat down to the bottom of her stomach.

The intestines lay strewn beside her. Her heart with a stab wound, her mouth filled with the dark red blood. I touch the cold tender flesh of arm. Dead. I look see something black near her head and scoop it up on my fingers. Black goo. I pull open on of her eyes and see the iris and sclera of her eye are pitch black.

"Demon" I say.

I look around the otherwise empty diner. Something bulky with a blinking light catches my eye from the corner of he room. "Bingo" I say before heading to the back of the restaurant.

I push open the door to the kitchen, turning off the stove I examine every body lying on the floor pale faced, cold and lifeless.

I see a door to the far left up ahead stepping over the decaying flesh and blood I make my over to the door. I listen carefully, a deafening silence fills my ears. I kick in the door. A guy sits there rocking back and forth with his hands on his head.

I aim my gun and he turns around slowly looking at me. His eyes completely normal. I lower my gun a fraction of an inch. "Help me! What's going on?" He asks.

I take a tentative step into the room. "What happened here?" I say. He shakes his head, "then let me view the footage" I say.

He nods slowly and moves.

Placing my gun beside me and rewind the footage. I watch patiently as nothing on screen happens. The waiter is suddenly grabbing someone by the neck and ripping out there throats as everyone freaks out. Everyone pounds on the locked door to be let out. 

More demons come from the kitchen and begin to feed on them one by one. A group of people break in and shoots the waiter missing one of the two shots. More demons show and a real fight breaks out. I see the security guy make his way to the kitchen. He looks at the camera and his eyes flash black.

I watch as Jake separates from the rest of the hunters and approaches him. I turn around away from the video.

I grab my gun and turn around keeping it poised at his chest. The demon stands there holding a gun pointed directly to my head. "Where is he?" I ask.

"Who?"

"Don't" I snarl.

A noise from behind us sounds and he turns to look taking the gun from his hand I push the barrel of my gun to his chest and the barrel of his gun to his temple. "One move and I shoot" I threaten gritting my teeth. I turn just enough to see the monitor.

I watch as the other hunters drag the bodies and load them one by one in the back of the truck. I watch as they load into the truck without Jake and then he appears striding through the doors of the diner covered in blood as he wipes the blood off a blade. They leave taking Route 44. I c**k the gun and pull the trigger head still turned toward the monitor. I make my way back to the front of the diner.

Scrunching my nose up in disgust I look at the waitress contemplating whether I should pat her down for her keys or not and decide on the latter. I head out to the parking lot ready to hotwire her Toyota Prius when something shiny across the lot catches my eyes. There in the corner of the lot sits a midnight blue 1964 Ford Thunderbird. I hasten across the lot and run my hand down the mint condition hood.

I pull open the driver side door and take a seat behind the wheel. I feel something stab me in the hip reaching into my pockets I find a set of keys. Pulling them out I gently glide them into the ignition and turn. The car purrs to life. I put into reverse and back out of the parking lot before taking off in the direction of my baby brother.

I keep driving into the next town when I'm stopped. "Get out of the car" one of the dirty men says keeping his gun pointed at my head. I nod getting out of the car he leads me to a small damp room. Throwing salt at me I jump.

"What the hell??!" I ask.

"Standard protocol" the other explains. I nod. After cutting my arm and various other tests they lead me to a heavy door and type in a code before opening it; I look around the big building from face to face. Finally my eyes land on the familiar robust figure of my brother as he leans over a table next to a women in her early twenties.

I clear my throat and no one notices, "guys this is our new member" says one of my examiners. Everyone eyes me up and down... Everyone but Jake who watches in a mix of shock and disbelief.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar and spelling issues but otherwise let me know what you think. Especially on the dialogue.