Available Darkness Season 1

He kicked desperately, his feet finding the massive beast, but the heels of his boot merely sank into the gel of the monster’s flesh.
    Jacob stood, grabbed the gun from John, then clicked his tongue and put the barrel at his brother’s temple. “You were always so weak,” he said.
    A gunshot rang out and Jacob’s hand burst open, blood spewing. The gun, and mangled fragments of his hand, fell to the floor. His eyes widened as he spun to see his assailant, Tiny, holding a shotgun and wearing a smile.
    “Time to die, freak,” Tiny said, pumping the gun and blasting again, this time hitting Jacob’s left leg, causing him to drop to the ground with an earsplitting scream.
    “Get him!” Jacob yelled.
    Two Harbinger gunmen took aim at Tiny and shot. Bullets slammed into his chest, but Tiny didn’t fall. Instead, he rolled to the ground, then sprang up, dropped his shotgun, and in each beefy hand, seized the gunmen by the necks, feeding from them as their bodies blazed beneath his touch.
    “Oh, hell yeah!” Tiny shouted, his grin getting bigger.
    Jacob stared in horror, “You turned him?”
    John smiled.
    “GET HIM!” Jacob screamed again, this time at the beast that held John.
    Released, John fell to the ground, and for the first time saw the creature ― a grey behemoth that looked like a 2,000 pound man, though surprisingly nimble. Where his hands should’ve been, were two clawed fingers. His face was a misshapen, melted-looking mess of features, including three eyes, two mouths, and rows of jagged teeth. He was naked, and covered in warts, with no genitalia. The creature growled, its cry a cross between a bear and a man, then took a swing at Tiny, knocking him back hard.
    John leaped to his feet and sent a burst of energy at the thing’s legs, causing it to stumble to the ground, screaming from both its mouths.
    John ran to Tiny to help as three of his men surrounded the creature, each unloading their automatic weapons at it. The fire was now a blaze, smoke sooted their vision.
    John scanned the scene. Jacob’s men, all that he could see, anyway, were dead. A dozen or so of Tiny’s had died, while many lie wounded on the ground. However, neither John nor Tiny could help them up, with the promise of death behind their touches. John still couldn’t see Caleb, but saw Jacob limping towards the portal. The portal had grown three times larger and was pulling smoke and fire into its vortex.
    John could feel the sun about to rise, and time ticking away. He had to get to Abigail before the sun rose, but couldn’t allow Jacob to reach the portal.
    “Where’s Larry?!” John shouted over the din at Tiny.
    “He’s outside, popping snipers, last I saw.”
    “Tell him Abigail’s in the field where I was buried. He’s got to get to her if I can’t.”
    “The field where you were buried ?” Tiny confirmed.
    “Yes; go!”
    Tiny was already a blur as John raced toward the portal. Just inches from the aperture, John grabbed Jacob.
    Jacob shot another wave of energy out, knocking John to the ground. Jacob was on him in an instant, grabbing John by his hair and dragging him toward the portal.
    “No!” John screamed, kicking against a grip he had no hope of breaking.

    **

    Caleb

    Caleb woke up, head pounding, surrounded by smoke and fire. He wasn’t sure what knocked him out, but he felt okay. He scanned the chaos in search of his brothers and saw the two men warring at the mouth of the portal.
    He remembered everything — what he’d done, and how John had tried to protect him from the memories of his sins. John wasn’t the monster he thought he was hunting. That monster was in the mirror. And while Caleb was confused about much, and couldn’t wait to suss things out, one thing was certain.
    Johnny was his little brother. And it was Caleb’s job to protect him — at any cost.
    He couldn’t allow Jacob to cross over.
    Caleb pulled at his belt, ripped the blade from its tape, and ran towards Jacob at the speed of a demon unleashed.

    **

    John

    John looked up and saw Caleb sprinting towards them, something dark in his hands — a black blade.
    Caleb’s scream turned to a war cry as he closed the distance, causing Jacob to spin around and let go of John’s hair. John fell to the ground and rolled out of the way as Caleb sank the knife into Jacob’s chest, his momentum pushed both men into the fiery vortex.
    John screamed, reaching in vain for Caleb’s hand before it vanished.
    “Shit,” a