The village was one hell of a dump, and nobody could disagree because of what they first saw going in. They rented a pretty clean Jeep, so they were fortunate to see human suffering from above.
Before entering, their car had to go through a war, moving through multiple rocks and trash and the entrance was some broken, rusted metal gate that looked like it had given up a long, long time ago. And because it was mostly broken, they got their first look inside, which was not good, like, at all.
The first warning sign was that the buildings looked rusty and abandoned and there seemed to be some blood splatter in alleyways that were close to the entrance. Moto stopped the Jeep and opened the map.
"Marco, do you think we're in the right place?" Moto asked quickly looking around and comparing it to what they were seeing. Moto placed his legs on the handbrake, stretching them as much as he could. Marco had to inch a bit closer to see it.
"Yeah... this seems like the place?" Marco said, pointing at the map. He pointed at the entrance, which was called Heaven's Gate. Moto saw this and grimaced.
"This sure is one way to name this dump. Looks like we're in India!" Moto said silently, like he was going to throw up right there.
"You mean that dirty playpark that was in the hub?" Marco looked at the entrance and then at the memories he had looking at the park and realized Moto did have a point. "Damn, you really are right." Marco said silently, stunned, "Even when they lived in the slums, this place was disgusting."
"Yeah, I think that we should brace ourselves." Moto said, examining the map. "How so?" Marco said, looking at Moto with confusion and interest.
"Look at this. We might come across killers and crackheads and unholy folk so we should know where to go to not stir up any trouble. We track down the kidnappers, kill them, and then see if Noah is still alive. Speaking of which, I forgot to report to Nate."
He pulled out his phone and dialed his number; in the meantime, Nate was chilling outside with a hot tub and watching people play volleyball as a source of entertainment. His phone was positioned close to the water, so when it rang it shook and Nate tried to grab it with his wet hands, which was to no avail and it slipped and fell.
Nate groaned and picked it up and answered the phone. He sighed. "Oh my gosh, what do you want?" Nate said angrily. "We found where the kidnappers are hiding, so we will be able to tell you what happened soon enough."
Nate got angrier. "You really didn't need to tell me. I told you one order and now my phone is wet and I'm probably going to need a new one." "Don't you have water resistance?" "No, of course this is my main phone!" He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just stop talking." Moto sighed and hung up the phone.
Packing up the map and into the back of the Jeep as he stretched and lay back. "Alright, you know what? Fuck it, let's just go in. Just look out for anything you can, okay, Marco?" Marco nodded.
Moto put his foot on the gas pedal, and they slowly, very, very, very, very slowly made it through because the ground below them caved and sunk into a muddy puddle. Moto groaned and looked at Marco. "Hey, do you know anything we can do to pass the time here so it won't be that bad? You know, I think we can make this less painful for us."
"Why are you complaining this badly? It's not that bad; come on!" Moto was taken aback by this random rudeness. "Hey, what the hell did I do to you?" "If you keep complaining, then it's going to get annoying and worse. Just focus on the road, God dammit, before we lose control and hit something." Moto sighed "Fine." He focused on the road, still pushing through; the Jeep was about to sink. "I think we should get out to make this faster." Moto said and opened the door but realized they were literally sideways, slowly getting swallowed by the mud below. "Jesus Christ, now what?"
Even Marco looked like he was about to burst. "Hey, what's going on down there?" He said angrily. "We're stuck." "Stuck???" Marco looked down from his side and sighed. Then a voice called out to them.
"Need any help?" It sounded like it was made in heaven (JoJo Reference!). It was that tourist guide from earlier. "Yeah," Moto yelled and the guide nodded and picked up the Jeep, threw it up in the air and punched it forward which jerked everyone in forward and Moto hit his head.
"Well, at least we're done with that." Marco spoke, Moto nodded and they went into town. Looking around, they were greeted with what seemed like the realm of the seven deadly sins; there were 2 grown men in the street playing poker and then one got richer and smiled while the other got angry and fought the other man.
There were kids running around barefoot and dirty and girls seducing another guy; it made Moto sick to his stomach.
"You know, they should really call this sinful district." Moto said to Marco, who looked around in disbelief. "Moto, look at that!" Moto looked at what Marco was looking at and saw a bunch of people doing the fent fold. "Yeah, this place is depressing; let's just kill the kidnappers quick." Marco nods and they get out of the truck.
They start asking people if they saw somebody get dragged somewhere or anything suspicious around this area. Most of the people spoke a foreign language so they knew this was going to take a long time but then somebody who spoke Aramaic walked up to them.
"Shlama antun mefqaḏin l'mishna d'aykhanā?" they asked, looking friendly. Moto looked at him confused but Marco nodded. "نعم، نحن نبحث عن صديقنا الذي تم اختطافه وأُخذ إلى هنا. سيكون رائعًا إذا أخبرتنا بأي شيء؛ سيكون ذلك رائعًا." Moto looked even more confused by their banter back and forth until Marco looked at Moto and told them they were getting help.
"Whatever you say, dude." Moto said, following Marco, who was following the old guy who offered them help. They went inside his house to see it was actually a very small warehouse, and there was a large area where one table stood. "He speaks Aramaic and I do too, so I can understand him." Marco explains. Moto nods and decides to just go with the flow. After Marco chatted with Marco for a bit, Moto could only guess what they were saying.
They then went into a room while Moto sat at the table wondering what they were talking about. Then after a painfully long time, Marco finally came out and told him good news. "We were just talking out there; he will let us eat at his house as we discuss where he can be at.
Moto nodded and Moto and Marco waited until the guy came out with a big plate and inside was a big stuffing of turkey. "Oh, this looks amazing!" Moto said, smiling, as he came back again and brought out plates.
"Also Moto, his name is Thomas." He quickly said before stuffing himself with the turkey legs. Moto grabbed small chunks to put on his plate and feast. Marco and Thomas kept talking and Moto continued to eat his food. It was a bit funny but pretty okay.
Marco's eyes suddenly lit up. "Wait, Moto," he says, "he thinks he knows where Noah might be at!" Thomas nods and looked a bit too happy. He looked like he was 30 but had a childish look like he was in a cute cartoon. He went to the edge and pulled a lever and a part of the ceiling opened and a chair went down.
Something was on that chair.
Moto's and Marco's eyes both widen looking at the chair, realizing there was a corpse on it and it looked exactly like Noah.
When it fully went down, Moto and Marco stared at it. "It's…Noah. All his skin." Marco covered his mouth, puking on his hands and throw-up poured from the holes in his hand. The corpse was Noah; all his skin had been taken out and his eyes had been gouged out. It had an electric thing on its head and was strapped to the chair.
"Like it?" A voice from the shadows said. Then somebody came out; it was a guy with a white metallic blindfold with small oval strips in the front, about 3, which were spread apart. He had a black t-shirt showing all his muscles with black hair. Thomas started to sit down and the guy went closer and retrieved a sword from Thomas's mouth; he still looked happy.
"I like your reviews on the turkey. Mixing human flesh with turkey is pretty easy and good. When humans were made to be sadistic." Moto puked all the food he had in his mouth and he felt sick to his stomach.