爱上人体模特

The pain from the daggers stabbing into him allowed Clay to regain control of his body, but he still couldn\'t move. The shock made his body freeze and his mind could do nothing but focus on the pain.

His lungs felt heavy and it hurt to breathe, a stabbing pain would appear each time he inhaled, as though he was being stabbed all over again. The cultist pulled the daggers out and jumped backwards, two trails of blood following his path.

Clay stumbled back for a few steps and coughed up some more blood before collapsing onto his back. He landed right in front of Rene and she could see the struggle and pain in his eyes as he coughed up blood with each breath.

"No... No no no no no no... Clay!" Rene reached out and placed her hands on the wounds that had just been made on his ribs. She started to heal them as best she could and it was then that Cain had reached them, stopping just beside Clay and opposite Rene.

"Is he alright, can you heal him?!" He asked in a hurried and concerned tone. Tears began to fill Renes eyes and she looked up at Cain who was still standing.

"I... I don\'t know... I used up most of my energy already... I don\'t know how much I can heal him with what\'s left..." Her words kept getting caught in her throat and she had to stop amidst sobs.

Cain felt a heavy feeling inside his chest as he looked at the cultist, like someone was squeezing his heart. His heart rate increased and his breathing became rapid. Each time his heart would thump, a tinge of pain would be felt in his chest.

It was feeling he had never experienced before, it was something born of unending fury and frustration.

Hatred.

Cain began walking slowly towards the cultist, who stood only a few meters away. The cultist had his daggers in his hands, but he stood in a regular position, not one fitting a man fighting a battle.

"You\'re going to die now." Cain said with an even voice. The power of his words were felt by the cultist and a shiver ran down his back.

He had heard many people say those words, but never did a person convey such powerful intent behind them before.

Cain lifted the hammer in his uninjured hand and pulled it back. He stepped forwards and went to throw a vertical strike towards the cultists head.

As his hammer was halfway through the downward motion, his body stopped moving.

"Ha... HAHAHA... With big words like that I thought you might have had a plan or something..." He stepped under Cains hammer and looked up at it. "You actually managed to scare me a bit! Well it\'s time to finish up. You\'ll be joining your useless friend soon en..." The cultist stopped speaking mid sentence, the reason being he no longer possessed the ability to speak.

When the cultist said \'useless friend\' a switch flipped inside Cains mind and he furiously tried to use his ability, but realized his energy was depleted. The pure hatred born from the cultist drove Cain to continue pouring the power in, even after he had run out of energy. His body started hurting from the strain and his muscles tensed up.

Suddenly, a surge of energy more powerful than anything he\'d ever felt before rushed through him. He didn\'t know where it came from, or what it was. What he did know was that it did what he wanted.

All his power was pushed into the hammer, increasing its weight to such a degree that he didn\'t have the strength to hold it up anymore. His arm was pulled down by the hammer wich promptly connected with the cultists head.

The reason he lost the ability to speak was because he no longer had a head. Blood and brains sprayed across the hallway, covering every nearby surface. The hammer didn\'t stop there and it continued tearing into the cultists chest, through the torso and out the bottom of the body.

The cultists body flopped to the ground in two different directions, having been split in half down the middle.

\'I... What was that?\' Cain thought back to the feeling of power that suddenly appeared inside him. He turned and started walking back towards Rene and Clay. After only a single step a fatigue more intense than anything he had felt before washed over him and he felt to his knees before passing out.

"Cain... Hey, get up!" Renes heart was racing and her tears were flowing just as fast. Not only did she have to use all her power to keep Clay alive, she now had to worry about Cain too.

"Im sorry Cain, please be okay... if I stop healing Clay now... He\'ll die." Rene said, mostly to herself.

The wounds on Clay werent closing, even with Rene constantly healing them. Her energy had mostly been used up already and she was doing her best to save his life. The best she could do was slow the bleeding and slightly decrease the size of the wounds.

Clay had passed out from the pain already and the hallway went quiet. The only sounds was the occasional sob from Rene as she thought her friend might die in her arms while she was powerless to help him.

At that moment through all the windows in the hallway a bright blue light fludded in and covered everything. It only lasted for a few moments before fading, but it was long enough for Rene to have felt a powerful energy inside the light.

\'Leo... Please hurry... We need your help. You need to finish whatever you\'re doing and come help us!\' Rene shouted internally.

She was unaware of Leo\'s current predicament. He too was trapped in a life or death situation, one that could perhaps be even worse than what the others had faced.

Regardless, she knew nothing of this, all she knew was that the blue light felt familiar, and that Leo hadn\'t appeared yet to help them.

\'Please just hurry...\'