Hostel M2

M2-Part XXX

This is as far as I can go, Professor thought to himself and the next moment that followed happened in bullet time. With one arm, Miles pushed Alex out of the way and fired at Professor's chest.

Alex eyes shone, her scream rang through the air, as loud as the tolls of a cathedral's bells as she watched her father drop to his knees, blood trickling from the hole in his chest.

Alex's eyes shone, her scream rang through the air, as loud as the tolls of a cathedral's bells as she watched her father drop to his knees, blood trickling from the hole in his chest.

Henry's hands grew instantly feeble when the bang sounded; he swallowed hard, letting the shovel slip out of his hand.

"I believe you've trespassed your grounds," Miles said in a gruff voice, standing over Henry at gun point. That voice was one Henry had heard before and the experience wasn't friendly in the slightest. Fear paralyzed him as he stared at Mr. Jones' possession who didn't dare to go beyond the marked boundary of salt.

There were two things Henry could probably do; keep digging, knowing that the possessed Miles wouldn't make it past the boundary or succumb to the fear which gripped on to his soul. Henry glanced over at Professor's body lying on the floor, lifeless. Chris was barely able to breathe; his back had been propped up on a gravestone. It was a moment of decision, had they come this far just to fail? No way that's happening, at least not for Henry.

A cold washed over his body causing him to quiver, his heart beat in anxiety as his mind played games on him. Miles pulled the trigger, Henry gasped in shock. Click. Click. Click. A sensation of victory sprang up within him while his heart pounded against his chest amidst harsh breathing.

Miles stood still, gazing into the fear-stricken eyes of Henry who stood temporarily paralyzed, staring back at the void darkness in Miles' eyes. He could feel energy drain from him bit by bit but found it hard to look away, like a worm which sees its death but can't escape from the hook which pins it. What...is...this?

Alex looked up with teary eyes and blood stained hands, soiled from her father's body. She could sense Henry's loss of control over himself, slowly giving away to the apparition's beckoning.

Her eyes flashed past the axe and a thought hit her. No, she whispered to herself, that's not who she was. She wouldn't bring herself to doing something that bizarre. Henry gagged, his body starting to tremble as air was sucked out of him. His head felt heavy, veins sprawled out gradually upon his reddening face. Hot tears rolled down Alex's cheeks once more, watching Henry die slowly.

"No!" she screamed at a high pitched voice but Miles' didn't flinch, rather, his blank eyes remained on Henry. "Leave him alone, you devil!" She said in a teary voice.

Henry's arms were starting to stiffen, his body gave way slowly. Now or never, the voices in Alex's head whispered. In a flurry of movement, she picked up the axe.

It happened so quick. She swiped the axe, hacking into Miles' skull from behind him. Blood splattered on her face, her hands trembled in shock, her pulse spiked up so high that she could feel her heart beat upon her ribs.

Like a pricked balloon, a wild wind escaped Miles' body. Only it wasn't just a wind, it was a black aura of Mr. Jones' apparition that erupted forth from the possessed Miles, throwing Henry and Alex in different positions, darkening the glow of the moon's ray, raising dust and sand and stones in the air which rained down.

Henry gasped for air, coughing harshly over being chocked by what he couldn't explain. He tried to pick himself up but failed at the first attempt, falling back into the ground. He glanced over at the dug grave and his eyes shone in shock. The boundary of salt had been blown away.

This can't be happening; he thought to himself, crouched on his knees, trembling with fear of was to come next.

"ALEX," he called out, crawling on all four towards the grave. He had barely moved a stone throw when he felt a force pull him back. It tugged at his ankle and dragged him into the darkness of the grave yard.

His scream was at first one of fear, and then a cry of pain as his body glided over the rough ground of the cemetery, tearing his skin. Blood trickled over his arms with every inch he was dragged, the scars gliding over dirt caused rippling pain to take over his senses.

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Hey guys, sorry for the radio silence all this while, I've been having serious block with Hostel M2(just for the last scenes) and over the week I got around beating that... somewhat.

A new update would be made to this part by Monday and over the course of next week... we'd officially put The End to Hostel M2. But before then, brace yourself for this last scene.

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