Silvester's body slammed hard into the metal floor. The impact knocked the air out of him. Pain shot through his back and legs. He lay there for a few seconds, breathing rough. The darkness pressed in from all sides. Slowly, he pried himself up, using his rifle as a support. His calf throbbed from the earlier bullet. He stood, legs shaky, and looked around. Nothing but black. The air felt cold and damp, with that same rot smell from above but thicker down here.
He spun quick, instincts kicking in. Two hollow eyes glared at him from the dark, glowing faintly. The lanky woman. Her body stayed hidden in shadow, but those eyes locked on him like they wanted to tear him apart.
Silvester's powers let him switch to night vision and thermal. He tried both. Night vision showed outlines of the space, rough walls and scattered junk. Thermal picked up nothing on her body heat. She registered cold, like the metal floor itself. Cold-blooded. That explained why only the eyes stood out.
"Shit," he muttered. "You don't give up easy."
She screeched and charged. Silvester ran. The chase started right there in the pitch black. He sprinted forward, boots pounding on the metal. Behind him, her claws scraped the floor, long and sharp. She had grown bigger, close to nine feet now. Feral teeth snapped in the dark.
He dodged left around a pile of broken crates. Her arm swung past, wind from the miss brushing his jacket. Silvester fired back over his shoulder without looking. The shots echoed loud. One hit her. He heard flesh tear but kept running. She regenerated fast. He could hear the wet sounds of her body fixing itself.
The path twisted. He jumped over a hole in the floor, landing hard on the other side. Pain flared in his calf. "Come on, you tall freak!" he yelled, more to keep himself focused than anything. She leaped after him, claws raking the edge of the hole. Metal screeched.
Silvester took a right turn into a narrower corridor. Pipes hung low from the ceiling. He ducked under one, then another. She smashed through them, metal crashing down behind her. He spun and fired three shots. Two hit her chest. She roared but did not slow. Her body knit the holes closed in seconds.
He kept moving, breathing heavy. Left turn. The floor sloped down. Random objects littered the way — old barrels, loose wires, chunks of concrete. He weaved between them, jumping when he had to. One barrel he kicked over to slow her. It barely did anything. Her claws slashed it open as she passed.
"Hungry bitch, aren't you?" he called back, firing again. The bullet took off part of her shoulder. It grew back before he finished the next step.
The chase dragged on. Silvester's legs burned. Sweat mixed with blood on his face. He jumped another gap, this one wider. Landed off balance but kept going. She closed the distance, her longer strides eating up ground. He felt her breath on his neck for a second and dove forward into a roll. Her claws missed by inches, gouging the floor.
He came up shooting. Four rounds into her face. Teeth and bone flew. She screamed and cried, the same angry tears from before. "They promised!" she howled, voice echoing off the walls. But she kept coming, mouth reforming around new feral teeth.
Silvester pushed harder. Right turn into an open area. More holes dotted the ground. He zigzagged, heart pounding. A claw caught his sleeve, tearing fabric. He twisted free and unloaded half a mag into her knee. She stumbled but regenerated and lunged.
He ran on, the darkness feeling endless. Every step tested him. Jump over debris. Duck under hanging wires. Fire back. Her screeches filled the space, mixing with the sound of her claws on metal. Silvester's night vision helped him spot obstacles just in time. Thermal showed her as a cold void except for those eyes.
Another left. The floor got uneven. He nearly tripped on a crack but caught himself. She smashed through more junk behind him. Pieces flew past his head. He shot without looking, hitting her arm. It did not matter. She grew stronger, claws longer.
The chase felt like it lasted forever. His breathing got ragged. Legs heavy. But he kept dodging, weaving, firing. "You really like this game, huh?" he panted between shots.
Then it happened. His foot hit the edge of a big crater in the ground. He fell in, tumbling down the slope. Dirt and metal scraps slid with him. He spun at the bottom, rifle up, looking back toward the top.
The monster woman stood at the rim, nine feet of rage. Claws extended, teeth bared in the faint glow of her eyes. She dropped down into the crater after him.
Silvester did not run this time. He gripped his gun tight. "Alright, let's do this proper."
She charged. He dodged sideways, firing into her side. The bullets tore through. She swung a claw. He ducked under and shot up into her jaw. Bone cracked. She healed fast, slamming a fist down. He rolled away. The impact shook the crater floor.
They fought close now. Silvester moved quick, using the uneven ground. He shot her chest, then her leg. She grabbed for him. He slipped past and put rounds into her back. She spun, claws raking his shoulder. Blood flowed. Pain burned but he kept fighting.
"Come on!" he shouted. He jumped and fired down into her head. Chunks blew out. She grabbed him mid-air and threw him against the crater wall. He hit hard, rifle still in hand. Sliding down, he rapid fired into her torso. She staggered but came again.
The fight stretched. Silvester dodged and struck, using the gun as a club when he needed to reload. He pumped bullets into her arms, her legs, her skull. She ripped at him with claws. One slash opened his side. Blood leaked down his face from another hit. His right arm took a bad twist. Left arm cracked under a slam.
He kept going. Shot after shot. Her body ripped apart in places, half torn from the damage. Limbs hung loose. But she kept regenerating, slower now under the constant hits. Silvester's shots focused on the head and core. He blasted her brain again. She dropped to one knee. He unloaded the rest of the mag into her neck.
She fell, a half ripped up corpse at his feet. Pieces missing. Blood everywhere. Silvester backed up, leaning against the crater wall. His right arm hung broken. Left arm broken too. Blood ran down one side of his face. Breathing came in short gasps. Pain covered him.
He slid down the wall a bit, rifle loose in his grip.
Then lights flickered on overhead. Bright white bulbs buzzed to life. The crater and surrounding room lit up. It was about thirty feet by thirty feet, square with metal walls and a walkway circling above. The crater took up most of the center floor.
From the walkway, a man walked forward. He looked ordinary at first, lab coat stained, short hair. He descended stairs that folded down from the side. Behind him, the lanky woman slowly regenerated. Her body pulled itself back together, bones cracking into place, flesh growing over wounds. She stood up shaky but whole again.
"My oh my," the man said, voice smooth. "After watching the feed, I had hoped to have caught Alexander Wyvern or maybe even Violet Vasquez, but you Silvester Park, you were not a part of that list."
Silvester panted, still leaning on the wall. "Shut it wrinkle dick. Creepypasta over there seems hungry. I wouldn't stand that close."
The man smiled and waved his arm. The creature woman lunged forward but stopped at his command. "This is my greatest creation, a creature on the level of the seven sins dare I say, maybe even the seven scales. A beast I crave for the Monarch to fight and die to. You Silvester Park," the man smiled eerily, "you are not even the strongest of the 7 hells, let alone the 2 major worldly groups. I've heard of you, ive researched you, and quite frankly, I do not see why someone as weak as you is even on that team. You are not blood such as the weakest member, nor are you as notorious as the Devils Butler himself. You seem more like, a desperate fill in that excuse of a king could replace in a heartbeat."
Silvester laughed through the pain. "Go kill yourself or die or whatever. I don't care what that bastard thinks." He coughed, blood on his lips. "You talk too much for a guy hiding behind his pet."
The man stepped closer on the crater floor. "Tell me, why did you keep trying, why couldn't you give up, why was it so hard–"
"That's what she sai–"
The man swung his arm down. The monster woman slammed into Silvester. She grabbed his body and repeatedly slammed him left and right and into the ground. Each hit sent new pain through his broken arms and side. The world blurred. Concrete and metal scraped his skin.
"Jokes will get you nowhere," the man said. He walked over to Silvester's sprawled body. "You have one use believe it or not. Tell me every access code that fraud of a king set up when he locked away the null gods essence. I plan to use it to ascend into a sort of god, maybe I'll even turn your corpse into a creature, for once you'll have a use other than a second hand talent scout."
Silvester lay there for a moment, body screaming. Slowly he pushed up. Broken arms, bleeding side, face cut. He took a step forward toward the man. The creature lunged but the man raised a hand to stop it. Silvester got face to face, limping and bleeding. He looked the man in the eyes and smiled.
"I'm Silvester Park, the 1st Hell of the kings gambit." He coughed out blood. "Even if you kill me," his eyes grew wide as he grinned, "you'll have 6 other layers to climb out of before I'd even consider you more than scum under the earth."
The man punched him hard, slamming his body back against the wall. Then the man walked up the staircase. It retracted up after him. "When Alexander eventually comes for whatever bits my child spits out after devouring you, I'll destroy his body and force it out of him. He's possibly more reasonable."
Silvester laughed as he lay on the floor. The creature screeched nearby, ready. The man vanished back into the darkness above.
"HURRY UP YOU SLIM BITCH WANNABE IDOL, I'M SILVESTER PARK AND I'LL SHOW YOU THAT WHY I'M A FUCKING HELL HAHHAAHHA."