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Vincent tapped his foot impatiently as he waited outside for Michael to get dressed and ready, when he finally came out he was again in a long shirt and carpenter blue jeans with a heavy gray vest, Michael pulled open his vest to reveal two handguns in holsters on the sides “The tools of my trade.” Michael said with a smile resembling that of a child who wanted attention. Vincent sighed and rolled his eyes as he started walking leaving a disappointed Michael behind. “So, Vincent, my man, where are we going again?” Michael tried to strike up conversation

“Hell” Vincent, however, was not to keen on the idea of small talk

“Like the city?” Michael made another attempt “Helsinki? Helens, Georgia? Hell, Michigan? New Jersey?”

Vincent was radiating a very strong ‘shut the hell up’ aura when he stopped “Are you done wasting time?” he asked Michael harshly and grunted when Michael only responded with the nod of a scolded child. Vincent started walking and looked behind him every so often to make sure Michael was following him.

“So where is hell?” Michael asked and covered his mouth as soon as he had said it. Vincent responded only with a glare that said “Just how stupid are you?” Vincent resumed walking and Michael followed him dejectedly

A while later they got to a dark alley way “This way” Vincent commanded and was followed by Michael who released a dejected sigh, the fourth one in about an hour. Vincent stopped in the middle of the alley without warning and Michael, not looking where he was going, ran into Vincent

“Would it kill you to warn me?” he muttered resentfully .

“Shh.” Vincent put his finger on Michael’s mouth. Vincent moved away and flicked out a piece of chalk. He started drawing an archaic symbol on a dry patch of pavement and Michael looked on with minimal interest.

“What the hell is going on?” Michael asked stepping back as the seal began to glow a brilliant red and the ground became indented and sank until it formed a spiral staircase into the very depths of the earth

“It’s the entrance.” Vincent responded plainly. He walked down “What are you waiting for, an invitation?” Vincent asked neither stopping or looking back and Michael followed the lead of his unbearable employer

The stairs spiraled up as soon as Michael’s foot touched the ground at the bottom effectively cutting the two worlds off from each other “Well it is a change of scenery” Michael said jokingly looking at the blood red cavern, he sighed when Vincent seemed not to notice.

“We need to hurry.”

“What? Why?”

“Now.”

Michael struggled to keep up with Vincent and managed to stop him by grabbing his arm “What’s going on here?” Michael demanded “I’m not going any further until you tell me.” Vincent twirled around and shoved Michael with one hand, forcing them man to let go. Vincent kept on walking and Michael ran to catch him and stopped him every once in awhile to have the process repeated with little variation. It ended when Michael, who was frustrated, sat down and crossed his legs ((Indian style)) in protest of Vincent’s silence. It soon became clear that Vincent did not notice his absence and Michael sighed “He is probably just calling my bluff again, but no I will win this time.” He declared passionately “Nothing on god’s green earth or in hell will get me to move from this spot!” He yelled, and just then a shrill scream ripped through the air and Michael tried to get up but his legs felt like lead. He reached for his guns but couldn’t find them and realized he must have forgotten to pack them, but wait, why didn’t Vincent say something? He train of thought derailed as he saw what looked like half of an emaciated corpse with strands of gray hair, It dragged towards him with its hands and every once in awhile it emitted a shriek to keep Michael in place.

Vincent stood watching the scene from a cliff holding both of Michael’s guns.