Tough Luck

   

The house was strangely quiet as I snuck out of my room. It had only been a couple of minutes since I heard the two men stomping away. Where they went was beyond me; I just wanted to get a drink and something sweet before returning to my new habit of being a recluse. My steps were light as I reached the halfway point in the living room. I paused and glanced around suspiciously. A glass of milk sat on the small table beside the couch along with the tv remote. I glanced at the channel that was on and frowned. It seemed to be a news station that was showing images of a developing fire. My stomach churned as I realized there were crucified people screaming in the midst of the flames. I quickly grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, the sight I saw earlier with Shobek ripping the monsters apart was already threatening my appetite. I sat the remote down and heard loud footsteps, I looked up and froze as a tall man emerged from the wall. His white hair fell in front