Chapter 39


    Lyte sat shaking on the couch with Isaiah huddled close to her while the beast lurched in front of


    them like a guard dog. Its fangs were still fresh andced with Cloyse''s blood that was mixed in with


    soapy foam.The smell and feel of the entire room was pungent to the point where Lyte could see


    hazy lines in front of her amidst the candlelight.


    Every so often she would nce down at Isaiah to find him dozing in and out of sleep. She prayed that


    he would just fall asleep for a while, or even more, altogether, just to spare him the prolonged torture


    that their captors had in store.


    At certain points, the beast would stop right in front of them for no other reason than just to stare with


    its shiny eyes. Lyte could tell that it wanted to attack both her and her child just by how loud its


    fangs shed against each, making them sound like steel utensils grinding back and forth. She


    couldn''t fathom that such a thing was actually before her.


    When Isaac attacked she never got much of an chance to view the animal''s striking features, but right


    there in front of her was something that her human imagination couldn''t even conjure. It was so big and


    evil looking, like its anger could set fire to the entire room.The ws that it possessed were as sharp as


    a grizzly''s; every time it moved about on the floor they could be heard loudly clicking and cking.


    They looked like they could slice right through steel without a single pause. The muscles on its arms


    and legs which were hidden behind so much fur were substantial enough to where breaking through


    solid brick walls the way they had been doing in past days seemed like no trouble at all.


    Then there were the eyes behind the brown fur. The burning, bright eyes that she saw the final night


    she made love to Isaac. It was one of the veryst images Lyte wanted to conjure, and in all


    honesty, it just appeared from out of nowhere. But his eyes were something that she never gave much


    consideration to when he first woke up with them. It was that man, and only that man that Lyte


    could see in front of her.


    She was aware that a woman named Akoni had changed, but Isaac Mercer still wanted to eat her and


    their son. Suddenly, Lyte''s shaking slowly began to draw down to a bitter ease.


    "What do you tink of, mama?" Arthur asked, standing at the threshold from what looked to be the


    kitchen.


    Lyte jumped in her seat to find the man looking down at her. "I...I don''t know what you mean." She


    stammered.


    Arthur went over and took Isaiah from out of her arms before he grabbed Lyte''s hands and pulled


    her off of the couch.


    Lyte began shivering all over again as Arthur wrapped his hands into hers and began waltzing


    about the room while staring at her with his bright eyes.Crying, Lyte would look back at Isaiah to


    see him wallowing about on the couch before looking back at Arthur who just happened to be grinning


    at her.


    "What goes through dat head of yours, mama?" He softly uttered into her face with his smelly breath. "I


    watched you every night. I saw as you were having pleasure with your Isaac."


    "Did...did you?" she cringed.


    "Come now, are you still afraid of me?"


    Instead of answering the question Lyte caught a glimpse of Cloyse''s maimed corpse still lying on


    the floor. Parts of his face were scattered to one side while his left arm barely hung on to the bone,


    making him appear like a jigsaw puzzle.


    "Please...let us go."


    "No, no, mama, you and baby no go anywhere." Arthur said as he unlocked his hands from hers and


    proceeded to then unbuckle her pants.


    "No, no, don''t do that!" Lyte furiously fought back.


    But Arthur would have none of it as he forced her down to the floor and climbed on top of her. Lyte


    continued to struggle against the man who only began fondling her breasts.


    "Please, God, don''t do this!" Lyte hollered at the top of her lungs.


    "I told you, mama, I won my child!" Arthur yelled back before unzipping her jeans.


    Lyte looked down to see the man undo his own pants before attempting to pull out his member. At


    that juncture all she wanted to do was pass out as quickly as possible or do something to make the


    beast just kill her.


    "Where am I?" One of the persons underneath the sheets on the floor shrieked out in terror.The beast


    roared back to life before galloping over.


    Arthur instantly jumped up from off of Lyte and uncovered the sheet that was hiding udia


    underneath it.


    Lyte looked up to see a bloody woman''s hands shaking and rising. Both Arthur and the beast just


    lumbered over her in a curious fashion, appearing as if they were surprised that she was still alive.


    "Yes...even the deade back." A scratchy voice soon spoke.


    Lyte whipped her head from the woman on the floor to the other side of the room to see Cloyse''s


    body move about on the floor. Lyte did all she could not to vomit all over herself.Arthur immediately


    knelt to the floor as the voice from the dead man''s body cackled in tion.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    "Ahh, the cunt and her bastard are here." The voice said. "Finish the bitch off." It then pointed to


    udia.


    At once, the beast tore right into udia, whipping her body from side to side, separating limbs in the


    process.


    Lyte cried out in shock as she rolled over and attempted to get up, only to have Arthur grab her


    from behind and hold her down.


    Cloyse''s body began to get up from off the floor and approach Lyte. In the candlelight she could


    see the body dripping from head to toe in blood as its eyes glowed a dark orange. The left arm dangled


    while its legs limped forward.


    "I have Isaac in here with me." It hissed. "He longs to join you and your child."


    Lyte kicked and screamed at both Arthur and the spirit. She bit down on her own tongue, but that


    pain was minisculepared to her current dilemma.


    "Inside your sister''s trousers is a gift." It said to Arthur.


    At first, Arthur looked perplexed. He released Lyte and went over to where Akoni''s clothes were


    still lying on the floor. He checked in every pocket before finding Cloyse''s pouch.


    "Ahh, de farm boy must have brought it wit him." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief as he came back over


    to Lyte. "Do you know what dis is, mama?"


    But Lyte no longer had the desire to speak; as a matter of fact she no longer possessed the desire


    to do much of anything at that point but die.


    Arthur took out a pinch of the grain from within the pouch and blew it into Lyte''s face. Lyte


    wiped the dust away before struggling to slide her body back over to the couch where Isaiah was


    sitting.


    "It shall make the ordeal much less painful." The entity said, standing behind Arthur.


    "Is anyone in there?" A loud voice from outside shouted.


    Instinctively, the beast roared, so loud that Lyte had to cover her ears. It then rampaged through


    the room, identally knocking some of the candles that were sitting on the floor onto their sides on its


    way out the door. It sounded like a marauding brute on its way into boisterous battle as it galloped


    down the numerous flights of stairs.


    Arthur ran over and looked out the window. "It''s dew," he grunted.


    "Go, be by your sister''s side and dispatch of them." The spirit ordered.


    Lyte watched as Arthur raced out the door. She then looked up at Cloyse''s body that was standing


    over her. Due to the turned over candles the face was more visible to see. Cloyse''s skull was nearly


    exposed while his jaw bone hung to the side.


    "Who...who are you?" She shivered.


    "Ask me who I was."


    But Lyte didn''t do so; she instead listened as the police officers outside screeched out in terror as


    both beasts tore into them. The room in which she, Isaiah and the spirit were gathered inside was


    bing more engrossed in mes. The bodies that were lying on the floor eventually caught on fire.


    "You and your child may leave." The spirit pointed to the door.


    At once, Lyte''s entire being lit up with the exuberance of a freed prisoner after years of


    incarceration, that was until she realized that there could have been an underlying motivation.


    "Your freedom has been paid in full."


    Without blinking, Lyte got up from off the couch, gathered Isaiah into her arms and fled past the


    spirit and growing mes on her way out the door.


    Down the dark hallway she sprinted until she came to the stairwell. Nearly tripping and falling Lyte


    managed to hold on to the railing and regain her footing. The very second she reached the sixth floor a


    sensation from out of nowhere abruptly seized her chest.


    Lyte slowed down but not enough to where she had to stop. The young woman kept on until she


    reached the next set of stairs, but by then the same chest pain was starting to make her legs feel like


    she were treading cement.


    Completely out of breath, Lyte stumbled backwards. She gazed down the steps only to have her


    head swim causing her vision to be distorted. The stairs that she was about to venture down


    appeared as though they weren''t there at all. A sudden burst of sweat exploded all over her body.


    "Hold on...baby." Lyte wheezed as she backed away from the stairs.


    The hallway began to spin out of control. The doors on both sides of the hall looked as if they were


    melting, but Lyte didn''t want to stop, such a ghastly notion never urred to her. But her body, for


    the strangest reason, had other thoughts in mind. At first she just figured that she was physically spent,


    her strength had eluded her, but there was something else afoot; something quite menacing.


    "No, God, no," she whimpered as she allowed her body to back further and further away from the


    stairs.


    Lyte bumped and blundered about the hallway like a pinball before copsing against one of the


    doors that immediately gave way sending her and Isaiah crashing to the floor.


    The woman sat up and pushed the door closed before crawling back to her child.The sweat was


    dripping off of her like blood from a gaping wound. Soon enough, not only were her legs bing


    numb and immobile, but her arms felt like they no longer wanted to operate. Just reaching out for her


    baby made her feel as though her right arm wasn''t even there anymore.


    Isaiah crawled over, and in what appeared to be a gesture ofpassion, took his mother''s right hand


    and held it, only to have Lyte''s entire body drop back first onto the wooden floor.


    "God...what...what''s happening?" She fought to speak with all her might.


    She tried to raise her arms, but they just wouldn''t move. Her legs felt as if something or someone were


    holding them down. Just attempting to twist and squirm in the slightest measure was for nothing. She


    couldn''t move one single muscle below her trembling jaws.


    Then, much to her horror, the inevitable began taking ce. Her eyesight started to grow shadowy. At


    first she thought it was due to the sweat that had been pouring into her eyes, but rather than see a


    ssy image, all her eyes could register was grey fog until the fog itself all but vanished leaving her in


    complete darkness.


    There Lyte was, lying perfectly motionless on the floor. She could still feel and hear. She could feel


    Isaiah patting her on the forehead while crying "Mommy, mommy!" over and over. She could hear


    something like that of a monstrous roar echo back into the building. But the roar seemed to be followed


    by that of another in the far distance. Lyte had the wherewithal to realize that brother Arthur had


    taken part in his beastly transformation as well.


    "Don''t...be...loud...baby." Lyte''s feeble tongue dragged on.