Leetch nodded to Ganze as memories of dark pacts, dead bodies and Spirtoids infested his decaying mind.
Leetch took notice to tainted occupants of the town as they made their way into the breaking dawn. It looked almost like a post war outpost, with armed guards and mutilated civilians. He noticed a small boy, no more than 9, stare intently at his skeletal arm. When Leech caught his eye the boy did not run away in fear, as most children his age would, but instead continued staring. Leech felt to discomfort by this. In fact, he felt slightly relieved. Many of the people here looked more mutilated, emotionally and physically, than he did. He was snapped from his thoughts by a barrage of Yelling, they were addressing their small party in french. Leetch, always so distant and preoccupied barley noticed, but when the GRAVE traveling with them responded in fluent French he took notice.Whatever hell Leech had been living was put on hold for a moment with the realization that they were in France. France was indeed part of a world that he remembered, a world that he had once been apart of before……
Before, there was something before this. What had happened? Leech's brain began to throb with the pain of memories that wanted to remain hidden. He let them remain in seclusion for the time being and continued on with the group through the gates to the town proper.
Leetch walked along, feeling as if half his body was trapped in and out of some sort of deranged limbo, with the others. They were boarding a train as shadows past by his field of vision, shadows that carried the unmistakable scent of death with them. It was almost like looking through a pair of dark glasses when they passed by, but he noticed not only a change in the visual hue, but also a change inside his guts. It felt like many small hands were tearing at him, pulling him into an unknown void. He shook his head and small bits of black substance flew from his lips, he was in pain again, but not as bad as it was before. He could feel himself beginning to slip, but he stayed focused on distant, stationary objects. Many people walked past them as they waiting , but Leetch paid little attention to them and made his way to a seat with the others.
Leetch was watching out the window, staring off into endless plains of white. Snow, freshly laid out across the land. It seemed to calm him in a funny way, not the way a cup of warm tea can calm you on a cold December day, but more like the way a splinter removed from the finger would feel. It was like he had been washed, and was free of the dirt and grime of his innermost thoughts. He laid his head back against the seat and drifted off.
He was an able man with both arms in tact. His face was at ease, not the fluttering mess that it was now. He could not feel the infestation that was currently in his body, but he was not well. He was worried. Looking down upon a young boy, no more than 9. Whoever this boy was, Leetch could not recall, but he could feel an attachment to him. He looked down at the boy, who's fingers were being eaten away. Who's lips were covered in a black substance that oozed from his mouth, and who no doubt was suffering from the same aliment that currently was effecting Leetch….
With no warning he was ripped from his dream state and back into his sick, twisted body. Only a hint of the memory remained with him.
"I hope you two are thinking the same thing as I am. Keep an eye out."
Leetch looked un phased by this warning. He had little idea of what was to come, but trusted the GRAVE Sadus enough to use cation.
"Stay put. Don't move until they make their move."
Something was coming, there was no doubt about that. Leetch was fearless, as it was all he knew was the hell that was now his life, so fear never crossed his mind. However, he was not a stranger to conflict, be it physical or verbal. Conflicted constantly within himself by an unknown hate and vengeance. If blood was to be spilt, so be it, thought the haunted Wanderer.
Within seconds all hell seemed to break loose as a calm look washed over Leetch's face. The overtaking, totally impending, mayhem that was taking place seemed to mirror the constant torture in his body, thus creating a level playing field. He took comfort in the fact that his heart was abbot to rip through his chest, and for once the pain that was always present in his body was temporarily dissipating.
Leetch planted his feet and pushed himself up, slightly aware as Ganz leveled a man with his bare hands. Bullets flew from the barrels of many guns that all seemed to be laser guided. A small red beam, maybe off target, met Leetch's chest, he stood frozen, not in fear, but in awe as a realization flew through his mind. If he could be killed it would end this constant hell he was living, but as soon as this thought hit his brain the pain retired, ten fold and he was well aware that the train was under attack by Spirtoids.
It seemed that the GRAVE had left the side of Talia. Leetch noticed that he had narrowly escaped being blown to shreds from within the washroom. However now was not the time to evaluate the situation, it was time to fight. A Spirtoid entered through one of the windows. Shardes of broken glass, followed by a creature with long rows of steel teeth attached to a monstrous sized head. It landed in the aisle, stretching out two thin, but powerful arms. Its body was a dark green and covered in a seaweed looking substance. Its fingers and toes had long, thick and twisting nails coming from them. Leetch , for whatever reason, noticed that the creature, although sporting metal teeth, was indeed a living creature; It had blood and tissue.
Without any hesitation he leapt towards it, baring his own teeth, fearless and in an absolute rage. He landed with his face right above its exposed shoulder. He ripped into its flesh, tasting its warm blood as it dripped to the floor. Almost instantly the Spirtoid fell back, black liquid running from the wound and from its mouth and eyes. The skin around where Leetch had torn the flesh was now falling away and appeared to be getting eaten by an invisible swarm of death. Leetch had the power to pass his sickness to others….even Spirtoids. This realization brought him little hope, just more question. What was going on within his mind and body?
As the fury of battle raged on, Leetch looked for his companions and at the same time waiting for his next victim.