Steve McHugh - Born of Hatred

The police presence outside the prison was extensive. They'd blocked off the entire road to the front entrance, with the LOA using the human uniformed police to deal with crowd control.

A large group of people were milling around on the road to the prison. They got in my way as I rode toward the barriers that had been placed to stop the curious. The press were out in force, too, trying to take photos, or busy talking into microphones about the developing story.

I stopped the bike near a haggard looking policeman who didn't appear too happy at having to tell one more person to bugger off. I raised the visor on my helmet. "I'm Nate Garrett. I'm here to see Director Green," I said before he could tell me to leave.

He didn't acknowledge that he'd even heard me speak. Instead he picked up his radio and spoke into it for a second, then listened to the reply.

"You can go in," he told me after replacing the radio on his belt. "Straight through into the parking area."

He pointed the direction and I thanked him. I dropped my visor and passed several more officers, until I rode under a huge stone arch that marked the entrance to the prison parking area.

I'd used my phone to do some research on the prison during the flight back. The prison itself was an imposing structure, consisting of one large building and two smaller ones. Sixty foot walls topped with razor wire encircled the entire prison grounds. And there were only two exits. One was a service entrance for the various vendors and employees to come and go during the day, and the other was the main visitors entrance.

I stopped the bike at the visitors' entrance and switched off the engine, removing my helmet and hanging it from the handlebars as someone shouted from behind me, "You took your damn time."

"Hi, Olivia," I said. "Nice to see you, too. Takes a while to fly from Canada."

Olivia marched over to me and opened her mouth to say something, but instead her shoulders sagged and she leaned against the nearby wall. "Sorry, I'm just tired. How are Kasey and Tommy?"

"Good; Tommy took Kasey home. I told them you'd call."

"So, did you manage to get us any help?"

"A necromancer should be here in a few hours, maybe sooner depending on where he or she is coming from."

"And with your necromancer in tow, we should be able to stop this thing, right?"

"That's the plan. Now, what happened here? Tommy said that a bunch of prisoners are dead or missing"

"I'm at a loss for words." Olivia rubbed her eyes, the past few days had clearly been hard on her. "You need to see this for yourself."

Olivia led me through the prison entrance, which was guarded by another uniformed officer who nodded to us as we walked past. A series of corridors later and we reached a heavy-duty door, made of steel and painted blue. It was the last gate to freedom for those locked up inside. Olivia unlocked it with a key and a buzzer sounded from above us as she pushed it open, ending when the door was closed once more.

We continued on; passing a small breakroom where several LOA agents were talking with a few of the prison guards.

We went through another two heavy doors, and we were in the prison itself.

"How many wings are there?" I asked.

"The prison is made up of one central hub, that's the smaller building we just walked through. That hub feeds into five spokes, all of which house the prisoners, and a sixth much smaller spoke, where they keep the supplies. Each spoke is capable of keeping about five hundred prisoners, along with the various guard facilities, waiting rooms for visitors, interview rooms and the like. All of the spokes are independent of each other; to travel between them you need to come though the main hub.

"The wing we're currently in houses those who are considered highly dangerous to themselves or others. There are thirty four-guards working exclusively in this spoke on every shift. Each shift is ten hours long; overlapping so that there's never a complete change of guard all at once."

"It looks quiet here." I glanced around the magnolia walls and blue and white tiled floor, which probably hadn't been changed in decades.

"We've not reached where we need to go yet. There's a large hall at the far end of this building. It was considered a reward for prisoners to be allowed to work in there."

"What did they do?"

"The usual metal and wood work. There's a library, too. Most of what happened earlier took place in that part of the prison."

We walked along one row of cells and down yet another long corridor with barred windows down one side. A second corridor intersected it, and the lack of lighting down that hallway gave it an eerie quality.

"What's down there?" I asked Olivia

"There's another security door and after that, a second guard checkpoint. Beyond that are the solitary confinement cells. Not everyone in this place is able to play with others. The most dangerous prisoners were housed down there."

"Were?"

"You'll see in a minute."

We walked on, and before long I noticed blood smears on the walls, continuing through the closed doorway at the far end of the corridor.

"You need to be prepared for what you're about to see." Olivia's words were spoken with such trepidation that I was certain walking the other way would spare me a lot of misery. Unfortunately, my path was set and walking away was no longer an option.

Olivia stopped walking a few feet back from the open door.

"You're not coming?" I asked.

"I have no intention of stepping foot in there again if I can manage it. There's a door on the opposite side. It leads to the cells. I'll meet you there. And here, you're going to need these." She handed me a pair of shoe covers, which I quickly put on.

As Olivia walked away, I wanted to mock her, to say something to break the tension, but I bit my tongue. It didn't feel right.

Instead I turned and pushed open the door.

The stench of death hit me like a train as I stepped through the doorway. The first thing I saw was the remains of… of a human, although considering how little was left of him, it was hard to be sure. Dozens of bodies littered the large area, their blood and gore soaking the floor and walls.

The machinery the prisoners had worked with was scattered in pieces around the room, deep dents in the wooden walls testifying to the violence of its destruction. Some bodies lay over their workstations, others had clearly tried to get away and were caught before they reached anywhere near freedom.

At one end of the room, in a portion devoid of the blood that covered so much of it, stood Agent Reid.

"I thought you were off healing up?" I said as I got closer.

"One sec," he said, and then started counting. He stopped at thirty-two. "Shit."

"Thirty-two bodies?"

"Thirty-two bodies which are identifiable without serious medical knowledge."

"Where are all of the Avalon agents? I thought there'd be dozens of you in here."

"They've got to wait for the docs to finish in here," he said. "Doc Grayson didn't want anyone else going through here until his people had finished. I don't envy their job."

"So why are you here?"

"Waiting for the doc to come back. Director Green wanted a count of the bodies, but there's too much mess in here to give an accurate number."

"What do you know so far?"

"These people were torn apart," Agent Reid said. "Grayson said he thinks ghouls did it. The barren wouldn't have left any flesh for us to find, his words, not mine."

"So let's say forty people died in here. Where are the rest of the prisoners?"

"Forty-seven," Doctor Grayson said as he entered the hall wearing dark blue coveralls that even covered his shoes.

"And you know that how?" Agent Reid asked.

"I have a very special sense of smell, Agent," Doctor Grayson said, tapping the side of his nose. "Nice to see you again, Nathan."