Tales of Darkness: by Nick Venom (thriller books to read .txt) 📕

Jemma felt pain surging through her body as Crevitar dragged her away from the door using the knife in her shoulder. She felt the knife falling deeper and deeper into her skin, sending more chills down her spine. 

“Argh!” She cried out in pain. “Damn it!” She exclaimed, raising her knife and stabbing at his hand. The knife made contact with Crevitar’s hand but didn’t change her situation. Crevitar continued taking her away, not fazed by the knife venturing deeper into his hand. It was as if he felt no pain.

Jemma ripped the knife out of his hand and tried again, shifting angles in hope that something would change. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Crevitar continued dragging her away, taking her farther and farther from the door. 

“Never leave.” Crevitar’s deep voice growled. “Never leave.”

“Damn you!” Jemma exclaimed, ripping the knife out of Crevitar’s hand. She then used her other hand and grabbed at the knife. Since Crevitar exerted little weight onto the knife, relying on the fact that it was embedded in her shoulder, Jemma could slowly rip the knife out of her. However, her hand took the consequences, being cut into by the knife’s teeth. 

She didn’t care. As long as she could escape Crevitar’s grip, she would do anything. 

“Go to hell!” Jemma screamed as she ripped the knife out of her shoulder and turned around, sticking Crevitar in the throat with her knife. She then turned around and sprinted towards the exit, though her movements were shaky. 

“You’ll never leave,” Crevitar growled from the steps. He watched as she fled, muttering something to himself. He raised his open hand, pointing his palm at the ceiling and curling his fingers upward as if he was holding a large ball using one hand. He muttered something else before crunching his fingers and glaring at the front door where Jemma escaped through.

Outside, Jemma found herself frozen stiff by the gruesome sight of the people who attempted to flee, all of them skewered by spears and iron staffs that unnaturally rose from the ground. 

“You’ll never leave,” She heard Crevitar growl from inside. This prompted her frozen state to be thawed instantly. She sprinted towards the main gate that acted as the final obstacle between freedom and being hooked by Crevitar. 

She reached the gate, finding Lizzy and Moxie stuck at it. Lizzy had dropped Moxie off at the side of the gate while she messed with the lock. She fiddled with the lock, spending a few seconds to unlock it with ease. With the lock no longer a threat, Lizy rolled the gate open and peered into the street where many vehicles were littered on both sides, left unused, before doubling back for Moxie. Jemma assisted, speeding up the process while glancing back at the mansion. She couldn’t see Crevitar or anyone else chasing after her. She was given a peaceful few moments, which would never last long.

Lizzy stood up with a crying Moxie on her back. She trudged toward the gate, passing by it and entering the road. She headed for her car, her keys in her pocket. “Come on!” She shouted at Jemma, though not looking at her.

Jemma nodded, following after Lizzy. She helped her put Moxie into the back before sliding into the passenger’s seat while Lizzy took the driver’s seat. “Please turn on,” Lizzy muttered, her voice shaking as she fiddled with the ignition. She tried to insert the key, but her hand shaking made her miss the first few times. Fortunately, by the fifth time, she had gotten it. She inserted the key, turning it and sitting back as her car, a gray 2014 Ford Escape, roared into life. As soon as it did, she moved the gear stick into reverse. Her car was in a tight spot as many cars on the street were bumper to bumper, though she had some space to escape it.

She switched the gear stick into drive for the final time after escaping the tight spot and performing an awkward seven-point turn. The street that the mansion was on was a dead end. She was forced to perform the turn to escape. 

Jemma, meanwhile, felt more chills running up and down her spine, playing it like a xylophone. She felt the chills intensify, even though she believed that she was out of danger. She looked around her immediate surroundings, glancing at the backseat, at the side mirrors, out through the back window, and through the front window. However, she couldn’t see Crevitar or anything suspicious. Just a long line of cars on either side of the road. 

“Gun it!” Jemma shouted, wanting to escape the neighborhood before something did happen. She felt it in her gut that something was waiting to explode. 

Lizzy nodded, slamming her foot down on the gas. The car lunged forward before racing at fast speeds. The road was straight without a single bend, allowing them an easy way out. Unfortunately for them, however, a spear erupted from the ground in front of them suddenly.

“Oh hell!” Lizzy screamed as she tried to swerve around the spear, but was unlucky. She hit the pole head-on, cracking the windshield and sending the driver and both passengers forward. Lizzy and Jemma, who hadn’t thrown their seatbelts on amidst their escape, flew through the destroyed windshield while Moxie slammed into Lizzy’s chair. 

Lizzy and Jemma were in worse shape than Moxie as most of their bodies had been bruised, cracked, and broken in the impact. Lizzy, however, suffered the most. In her attempt to swerve out of the way, the spear ended up being directly in front of her. She had crashed into it, all but killing her instantly. Instead, the spear tortured her further by giving her a slow death. 

Moxie, meanwhile, stopped her crying and mumbling. She tore her bruised face off the back of the chair, touching her nose which had been broken during the impact. She felt the blood run over her fingers, dripping down her arm. 

“W-Why?” She muttered, almost remorsefully. “I… I don’t want to die.” Her arms and legs, which all slammed into the chair, were bruised and pained. Her body only encountered bruising, but nothing was broken except for her nose which slowly turned into a fountain. 

Moxie turned to her door, grabbing the handle and opening the still functional door. She spilled out of the car as pain shot through her body, stunting her movements for a few seconds. Once the pain was gone, she continued onward. 

She fell to the ground, facing the moon overhead. It was a full moon, which was peculiar. She was sure it had been a half-moon. 

“Never leave,” Crevitar growled, catching Moxie’s attention. Moxie froze at the sight of him, relapsing into her earlier state. She muttered to herself in between cries, receiving a simple stare from Crevitar who walked past her. He patted his waist bag as he walked by her, approaching a broken Lizzy and mostly broken Jemma. He kneeled to Lizzy, raising the knife high into the air before slamming it down. The knife broke through Lizzy’s flesh and skull to pierce her brain. He then ripped it out of her and proceeded to stab her in the heart, ending her. 

With Lizzy dead and Moxie babbling to herself, he approached Jemma. “The Chosen One,” He muttered as he leaned in with his open palm. Jemma, who could barely see him, tried to shift away from his touch but her body had been seriously maimed. She could do nothing as Crevitar touched her head, sending energy throughout her body. 

Something occurred and Jemma was swarmed with images and moving pictures. Some lacked audio while some only consisted of that. However, it became crystal clear as more and more of them flooded Jemma’s mind. She was being played Crevitar’s memories.

“He’s killing Timothy!” Ajax screamed as Crevitar attacked him. Jemma watched through his eyes as he raised the knife high and struck at Ajax, who blocked the first strike with his forearms, which were torn into by the blade. “Help me!” Ajax screamed, gathering the others who were moments ago frozen stiffly out of fear. They charged towards Crevitar and began throwing wild and calculated punches. None of them fazed Crevitar who simply grinned before raising the knife high into the air. As he did, something erupted out of his back, resembling a fleshy scythe. The scythe was followed by several more, strangely resembling Venom, all of them barely within Jemma’s view. The scythes acted on their own, targeting the hearts and brains of every person around him except for Ajax. Crevitar took care of him on his own. With his weapon raised and a frightened Ajax unable to move due to fear, Crevitar slammed the knife down on Ajax’s head and instantly pierced his brain in one swift action.

Jemma witnessed everything, getting the urge to throw up. Unfortunately, however, if she threw up then her face would be drenched in it. 

Crevitar then rose and turned towards the railing looking at the living room. He approached it, watching as people escaped through the front door, one of them being the blonde girl that Jemma had seen before. He then raised his hand into his view, surprising Jemma as she watched him curl his fingers and point the tips at the ceiling. He began muttering something, which Jemma barely caught.

“Destroy the intended and rip out their hearts. Flood them with pain and misery. Let them rot alongside your slaves. Heed my request, Slade.” He muttered to himself before he crunched his fingers in his palm. “Kill.” He ordered a mysterious entity that acted instantly, bringing tremors that quickly moved past the building and headed outside. Jemma could hear screams erupting from outside followed by the squishy sounds that she recognized. The squishy sounds had been the spears and staffs erupting from the ground and killing everyone in the front yard.

“Death lingers.” He grumbled before turning away from the front door and towards the bodies of Ajax, Timothy, and the others. He kneeled next to their bodies, raising the knife and digging it into Timothy’s sprawled-out body. He began cutting out Timothy’s heart, resulting in Jemma throwing up on herself. She couldn’t last with the horrific sights of Crevitar cutting into her acquaintances, but she wasn’t allowed to escape it. She could only watch with throw-up staining the bottom portion of her face and a disgusted expression as Crevitar cut the hearts out. However, a strange thing that she noticed was that he didn’t make cuts amateurly, but as if he had been a professional. 

The next memory came up quickly after the other one faded. The memory jumped around in time, confusing Jemma. This memory didn’t display anything that occurred inside the mansion, but of something beyond the property’s boundaries. Crevitar stood among a sea of trees, staring at one in particular. 

“I don’t want to kill.” A voice remarked. Jemma never heard the voice before. She tried to move the viewpoint of the memory, but it was at a fixed angle. She could only see what Crevitar saw - which was a tree.

“You will,” Crevitar growled, this voice being instantly recognizable.

“I don’t want this anymore. I want to die!” 

“You can’t.”

“Please let me go! I cannot do this anymore! Just let me die already. You should’ve let me die in the prison!”

“You can’t die,” Crevitar muttered. “Because I need you.”

“For what? I signed the contract. You have everything that is mine, even my life.” The unfamiliar voice spat. “I have nothing else to give.”

“You do,” Crevitar grumbled. “Help my rebirth.”

“Rebirth? How the hell do I do that?”

“Chosen One.”

“Chosen One? You’re talking about finding someone? And do what? Use their weakness and make them submit to you!”

“Sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?” The unfamiliar voice questioned. “You’re going to sacrifice someone for your rebirth? You’re a demon!”

“Fallen angel,” Crevitar corrected him, “Not demon.”

“What’s the difference?” The unfamiliar voice spat, irritated. “You gave me this… strange power at an unfair cost. I only wanted to escape, not be drawn into some satan mess.”

“Late,” 

“I know, I know, I know. It’s too