Chapter 46

"I guess you could say it's very comparable to acid!" Christopher announced cheerfully.

Everything that was the being of Dalton Novak was screaming inside his head. Every part of his body wanted to seize up, blow up, or throw up.. Every bad up you can think of... Hearing this and witnessing the joyful grin of this monster in front of him he wanted to vomit but fought it as much as he could. If he puked it would slow him down. He almost fainted but the tiny, tiny bit of willpower he could muster forbid him from doing so.  The mist caught up to him but he felt no pain. It quickly wrapped where he was standing, leaving him about one foot of space separating his feet from the mist.

He could no longer take it. He began crying, the flood gates could no longer hold back the tide. At this moment if Christopher held a blade to his throat he would resign himself and accept death with open arms. But this..  This was too cruel. Dalton knew he was no saint. In the past he