Hellspawn part 1
By alesana
December 14, 2016
Working for
the VHES (Vatican Hellspawn Elimination Squad) couldn’t be more of
a pain in the rear at times like these. As I rinse the lycan’s blood
from my hands I scrunch up my nose. It’s simply not a smell to which
one becomes accustomed. A rocking headache has seeped its way into my
brain and trod heavily across my poor nerve endings in steel-toed boots.
“Hello? Sierra, you in here?” a tentative voice calls.
After cursing under my breath, I swiftly proceed to wince. I really
am trying to break the habit. Taking my lack of response as a go-ahead,
the assistant girl informs me that I have paperwork to do. I sigh and
roll my eyes up, giving the ceiling my best death glare. No rest for
a warrior. She prompts me again, speaking my name as a question.
“Yeah, Melissa, I got it. Scram.” I know I shouldn’t be rude
to her, that she just wants to get into the program, but she can be
so irritating sometimes. The twelve year old nods hesitantly and scurries
out of the kitchen. I eye my face in the mirror; it is lined with exhaustion,
not-so-subtle shadows under my eyes and focus wrinkles on my forehead.
From the wing I’m in, I have to walk through Cell Hall
to get back to the main part of the building. Cell Hall is where they
keep the more powerful Evils, often for interrogation. I don’t see
the point, to be frank – it rarely works.
“Have you
any compassion? I’ve done nothing wrong!” some vampire calls out.
I grit my teeth, too weary to deal with these guys right now.
“Shut up or I’ll let you out in the sun just to watch you
sparkle,” I quip in irritation. It hisses at me and reinforces the
fact that it does not, in fact, sparkle in the slightest. I tell it
that’s a shame.
When I’ve made it back into the dormitories,
I make my shower quick before retiring early. Dinner is slightly tempting,
but I decide I’d rather sleep now and eat a larger than normal breakfast
in the morning. Of course, however, that’s not going to happen. I
realize this as soon as the fire alarm goes off. We have these stupid
drills regularly, so I ignore it, putting in my earbuds in a lame attempt
to block some of the peal. At some point, the sonic agony stops and
I fall asleep.
Dreamland decides tonight is a good one
to spite me. Every step I make is echoed by Evils surrounding me in
a gray desert. In the shadows of dead trees I see shape-shifters, lycans,
vampires, and the occasional demon. So, not all that much different
from real life.
The wade into consciousness is not entirely
pleasant. My left arm is painfully tingling from having been slept on,
I’m ravenous, and my eyes are blurry. I’ve always strongly detested
mornings, and this one is especially horrid already.
“Sierrraaa,”
someone sing-songs in my ear. I snap up in the bunk bed, slamming my
head.
“Dammit! Roger, what are you doing in here?” He
smirks at my clumsiness.
“Hope you aren’t like that when
you’re working,” he taunts. I glare at him. “I brought you some
tea.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. “I’m utterly exhausted.”
He nods sympathetically.
“Not surprised. You had a rough
day yesterday.”
“Ugh, you don’t know the half of
it. It would be truly lovely if they’d just let us take them out.”
Raising an eyebrow, Roger replied, “I’ve been at
this for seven years, and I’m yet to encounter a suicidal Evil.”
My retort is limited to sticking out my tongue.