Don't Touch

Good Timing

The bird swooped around a spire before it landed atop a gargoyle at letting out a loud screech. The hound barked before taking off at a dead run towards the spire, it leaped up from the roof clinging to the tower and began climbing. Greg watched with bug eyes as the bird fell from the gargoyle and was in a full dive heading straight for the hound, but that's not what made Greg's eyes grow large. It was the fact that the bird shifted and was now a large black dog.

The two canines crashed into each other and slammed into the solid rooftop a mess of jaws, yelps, and snarls. For a very brief moment Greg was tempted to rush over to the higher platform to watch the fight, and if it weren't for Sixx tugging on his arm he would have.

"Help me up would you," Snapped an obviously crippled Sixx.

After a moments hesitation Greg bent down and gingerly lifted Sixx to his feet after seeing the long gash along his leg. Once Sixx had established his balance the both of them hobbled over to another doorway where Sonya was waving them over. When they got closer Greg realised that she too had a gash, but hers ran along her arm instead of the leg.

"Flannery get the that door open Joe can't all three of them for long," Sonya snapped at Flannery who thankfully didn't appear hurt and was hacking away at the door knob. Upon hearing Joe's name Greg looked back over to the platform just as the two hounds that the girls were fighting disappeared over the edge. "C'mon!"

"I'M TRYING!" Flannery screamed back.

Giving up on the handle Flannery backed up and booted the doorknob hoping to knock it loose. But she only managed to bend it making the situation worse for them. Behind them Greg heard a loud yelp. Turning he saw Joe rushing of the platform trying to get away from the three Hellhounds but he just wasn't fast enough. A hound snagged onto one of his legs and dragging him back as the other two dogpiled him.

Hearing Joe getting savaged was hard enough but actually seeing it happen was too much for Greg. He slipped from under Sixx's arm and ran towards the higher platform ignoring the others calling him back. He raced up the small staircase reaching the top just as Joe was about to get his throat torn out. After that Greg wasn't really sure what happened, whether the hounds caught his scent or what, but they all looked up at Greg.

Gulping Greg took a few steps closer towards them with his hands raised. "That's enough okay." He said as steadily as his voice would allow. "I'm what you want right? The Singed Mark brought you here am I right? Well here I am offering myself up to you, I won't fight you just... let them go and I'll come with you."

All three hounds tilted there head to the side at Greg's offer but other then that they were eerily still just as the ones before were. Absolutely motionless yet still holding a menacing presence. After several heart beats the Hellhounds finally began to move, only the were stalking towards Greg with a terrible sounding growl coming from their throats. Suddenly feeling like prey Greg backed up several steps but it was already too late, the Hellhounds were beginning to circle him. They circled Greg until they'd each rounded him once, but after that the were statues again all facing inward at him.

"Boy, do you wish to die?" Asked the one in front of Greg in a deep and scratchy voice. Finding himself unable to speak Greg shook his head. "Very well, but our master Cerb-"

The hound was silenced and reduced to ash by a large sword cutting off it's head. Taken back by the suddenness that it happened Greg fell back just as Ryan landed in front of him followed by a HUGE grey wolf. Greg frozen by shock couldn't get a single word out before both Ryan and the wolf leaped at the Hellhounds. But shockingly they turned around and bolted off the roof before either Ryan or the wolf got too close.

Greg felt his shoulder with the mark begin to grow hot but it was only for a moment. Once the small burst of heat passed Greg suddenly felt as if he'd been drained, the world began spinning and he suddenly found himself falling backwards. The last thing he remembered seeing was Ryan's face looking down on him telling him to hold on, but it was way too late for that to even be an option. A black mist was closing in around him and a voice whispered to him. '-they won't stand on tradition as much as I have.'

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay don't be mad at me for saying this but I actually finished this chapter on sunday, but i wanted to tell you guys about this other story i'm thinking about. Its just the prologue so it's like a preview and I just wanted to tell you guys about the story. Its called Death Stands Alone, and it's my usual actiony kickass story, but i'm using things that already exist.

Okay so quick summery ENGAGE! Its abouth Death as in the grim reaper / one of the four horsemen. Anyway he grows to like our home town called Earth, but when he hears about the apocalypse coming lets just say he gets royally pissed off. So does what he has to to keep it from happening which involves alot of hell raising. So basically becomes our guardian angel...of DEATH!!! :O

PS -- Sorry for cutting this chapter kind of short but I just wanted to get them back home cause school was getting boring :( Anyway I have a question. Next Devil encounter at:

A: Hospital B: Mall

C: In the city D: Suggestion.

I want to make this story somewhat interactive so wanna help??? :D

PPS -- Heres the link for DSA -- http://www.wattpad.com/7043035-death-stands-alone-preview-prologue?d=ud