Chapter 476 Chief Martin's territory 2
Lenny only gave them a look before he continued on his way.
If he wanted to, he would have released his killing intent like he did before, but Lenny had a faint feeling that for people like this, his killing intent might do next to nothing.
In fact, it might just excite their hunger some more.
These 'Creatures', as Lenny decided to refer to them, were cannibals that would feast on each other if the other was lax.
They had dabbled in blood and carnage at a frighteningly unnatural level.
Lenny concluded that their type would need a little more convincing with the blade.
If it were anybody else, they might have most likely attacked immediately.
However, just as Lenny could sense their bloodlust, they could smell his.
Those that dabbled between the borders of life and death were very sensitive to their environments.
If it were just Lenny who had come here, these things would definitely not have followed.
However, Victor carried a kind of smell that made them see him as prey.
After all, in such a place, the worst emotion to carry on one's shoulder was fear.
It had suddenly become an unspoken understanding between them that they were not to attack and that he would refrain from ending their miserable existence.
The clouds got darker as it threatened to rain.
Nevertheless, they continued onward.
After a while, they arrived at what looked like a warehouse.
In front was a much bigger, mutated human.
Although still skinny, it was much bigger and taller.
It stood at an impressive height of seven feet.
Its arms were abnormally longer than usual. They were so long that they reached their knees.
With an arched back that had an obvious tumor mount, pulsating like a beating heart growing on it, and a face with a sunken look, it was a sickening creature to behold one's sight.
One that gave Victor the subconscious need to throw up.
"We are here for Mr. Matin!" Lenny stated it clearly.
"I'll assume this is his residence, seeing as it is the only place with a stable roof and the fact that it is the only place with a guard!"
The mutated creature in front slowly raised its skinny hand.
From the look of it, it was in need of a gate pass or a bribe.
Lenny nodded in understanding as he waved his hand, and the hand of a person appeared.
The mutated creature saw this, and it smiled, revealing its broad, sharp teeth.
Only that smile ushered in a new kind of stench from its mouth.
One that made Moses and Victor cough.
They were werewolves by nature. Their noses were rather sensitive. In fact, it is more sensitive than most.
The mutated creature slowly stood to the side, its skinny body appeared to be quite heavy for it to move.
Every step a difficult one.
Lenny nodded and walked through the doorway that was revealed.
There had barely been a good distance, and Lenny could already hear the meat and bones of the gate pass being torn to pieces in the mouth of the mutated creature.
This hallway was as dark as night, with no semblance of light on the other side.
The stench from this place was much different from the one behind—much damper and just as bad, clinging to the nose like a leech on skin.
Half-borns had very good eye sight to begin with, therefore, it was no problem for Lenny.
They navigated the dark passageway, led forward by both the smell and the low screams that were becoming more audible with each step.
Soon, a bit of light could be seen on the other side.
It was not much, but in this kind of darkness, even a candle light would seem like the sun.
Finally, they got to an open expanse of space.
Lenny felt as if he had suddenly entered the prologue of a scary movie.
The walls here had a mixture of both humans and mutants literally sewn to them by threads of what Lenny could only assume to be human tendons.
To an extent, he was actually impressed by the decor.
The people sewn to the walls also had their eyes, mouths, lips, and ears sewn together.
There were a lot of them.
They could not talk, but this did not stop them from groaning in the excruciating pain of their existence.
Lenny did not even need to hear their words before he knew that these people were begging for death.
Victor looked at this and frowned. "All these people, what did they do to deserve such a thing?"
"Their crimes vary!" A voice suddenly answered as a hunched-back woman in a black tartan-hooded gown stepped forward.
She had no eyes. Her eyelids were sewn together just like those on the walls.
In her skinny hands were a yawn of tendons and long, pointy needles.
"Some of them smiled at the chief wrongly, some others asked for food, and some others were simply too weak to open their mouths and sing his praises. All of them very, very bitter crimes!"
Lenny raised a brow at this.
At first, he thought maybe these people had gone against the chief's rule or something like stealing from him.
But it seems like Mr. Martin just needed an excuse to have new decor on his walls.
"Who are you?" The old woman asked, "Are you here to sing the chief's praises?"
Lenny smiled. "Yes, yes, we are. If I might ask, where is the chief? We have come bearing gifts!"
He waved his hand, and the carcass of a mutated creature appeared.
The woman had no eyes, but she was impressively able to trace the creature on the ground.
"I see! This is good. This is very good. The chief will be most cheerful with your offering. Of course, if you had come with some females to satisfy his urges, it would have been much better," she scratched against her butt, indicating that she herself had been used a couple of times.
The old woman led them forth.
(Author's note: Thanks guys. I finally found what was missing. It was the attention to detail and the gore. I have gone to refresh on my psychopathic well of crazy, and I'm back to flush it down your throats.)
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