The House of Grey- Volume 3 by Collin Earl Read Free Book Online

You don’t know anything about what happened?”
    Monson shook his head.
    “You’ve seen the guest list - at least, the partial one?”
    Monson nodded. He had seen that in his research online.
    “None of those names ring a bell?”
    “No - ”
    “You don’t remember a dozen or more fools with guns and a straight up killing spree of civilians before the bridge was destroyed?”
    “No. I don’t remember any of that. And how do you know if there were armed men or not?” 
    Damion’s face turned beet red. He pulled out a flask from inside his jacket. He took a swig and coughed. “You know, for what it’s worth, Monson, I’m sorry for all this. Simply a matter of the wrong place and the wrong time.”
    Monson barely heard him. “Damion, back up a moment. There aren’t any reports of any sort of weaponry or other combat equipment found in the debris. Where did you hear there were armed men?”
    “I just did, Monson. Trust me. I have it on very good authority. Not that it matters now. It’s time to go.”
    Monson paused at this. “Damion, please back up. How could you possibly know if there were armed men or not? The only way you could know that is…if - if you…were there - ”
    It was then that the knife in Damion’s other hand came into view.
    It happened so fast. The flash of steel, the feverish motion of bodies, the clatter of falling stools. An exploding, burning sensation deep from within Monson erupted as a demon-eyed Damion plunged a gleaming silver blade into him. Monson stared blankly as the life ran from his chest. With the blade protruding from him, he started to slump towards the floor.
    Voices in the back of Monson’s mind, Casey’s…or maybe Artorious’
    “Someone might be trying to kill you…”
    Monson was unable to feel his legs. “It was you …it was you all along…”
    Damion stared at the ground, his face settling into sadness as he closed his eyes. He struggled with his words. “It was me, and I am sorry it ended this way. I tried to make it look like an accident. But I’m not great at this. If it’s any consolation I wasn’t lying about coming to see you in the hospital. I wanted to be your friend, but - but he got in the way. He wants everything for himself, and you’re in his way.”
    Monson tried to talk. He managed to cough out, “But…why…kill me?”
    The voice rippling out from Damion was so harsh it grated on the ears. “Who said it was him who wanted you dead?”
    It did not sound like Damion.
    He laughed a malicious cackle, deep, dark and sinister. Monson watched, incredulous, as Damion’s face began to melt and the twisted, dripping shape morphed into Monson’s former unscarred countenance. A deafening crash ripped through the air as the walls of the weight room crumbled to dust. Equipment, dumbbells, TVs, and mirrors were dashed into a billion pieces as Monson saw the ceiling ripped asunder, and what was left of the room open to the wicked night sky. He stared up in horror as the floor sank and the bloody light of the crescent moon spotlighted his decent into the darkness.
     
     
    Black
    Swirling clouds of blackened thick.
    I awake from the foggy mists to a world,
    The world of death and gore.
    I put forth my hand and grasp a blade
    In the world of death and gore
    A blade of light, a blade broke through might.
    It asks me,
    It begs me,
    It commands me,
    Fight.
    My blade and I move amongst downed bodies, all fallen in the field
    The field of death and gore.
    I look.
    I see.
    I behold.
    Foes.
    In the house of death and gore.
    A challenger comes before me.
    A day of judgment.
    A day of reckoning.
    A day of death.
    In the house of death and gore.
    His fear,
    It clings to me.
    It exhilarates me.
    It liberates me.
    He will die,
    In this room of death and gore.
    There is no place for fear.
    There is no place for pity.
    There is no place for tears.
    Not in the room of death and gore.
    A Sword in his hand, he holds upright,
    I cleave down.
    My opponent falls.
    My