The Executioner of Horror Films

*On behalf of Mark*

That's the whole quiet night. The spatial bleeding was almost whipping, and the taste of burnt sulfur and regret was felt in the air. We came across the main operating room, a real pearl of this place - one where nightmares probably went to take a break from their nightmares. And there, flooded with the painful light of some flickering old operating lamps, he was there.

Architect of despair. Not quite a refined name, but again, sophistication is not the strongest point of this place. He looked like a scarecrow created from shadows and nightmares, his shape changed and curved, and his eyes burned with a cold, unfriendly light. His voice was like the cry of a thousand souls at the same time, such a sound will make your teeth hurt. I knew this was the last boss; The system sent the coordinates of the last point on my map.

So," he hissed, the sound scratched the walls and my eardrums. Are you the one, the anomaly that dared to break my design?

I arched an eyebrow. - Design? It's more like a sale in a horror store at a discount, buddy. And yes, it must be me. Mark. It's nice... not to be acquainted.

The architect tilted his head and made a chilling laugh, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building.

- Do you think you can resist me? I am the embodiment of every broken soul that has ever suffered within these walls.

I grinned. - Well, you're carrying a bunch of bills for therapy with you. And, to be honest, I saw more creative embodiments of suffering.

His rage was as palpable as a physical blow. The air was cracking with dark energy, and I felt a trembling in the ground. I knew I had to act quickly. It's nothing but brute force, and it can be a problem for anyone who doesn't know how to deal with it.

I didn't wait for his next move. I was moving faster than they could track, with a random movement of my mind I sent a telekinetic wave that crashed into his chest. The architect flew to the side, crashing into a pile of rusty surgical equipment with a clatter and a groan. But I knew it wouldn't be enough, and I felt his power pulsating around me, getting stronger with each passing second.

It's time to show all my strength.

He bounced off, his shape flickered and became more material, and released the flow of mental energy. It crashed into my mental protection like a tidal wave on a dam. It didn't hurt me, but it annoyed me, as if I was stuck in a room with a hysterical child.

You can't stop me, I'm immortal - he shouted, his voice became more and more dissonant, less like a human, but more like an animal.

Immortal? It sounds exhausting - I muttered, drawing my own energy, allowing the force to pass through me. I released an explosion of gross telekinic power, the energy crashed into the shape of the Architect. She pierced his ghostly body, making him scream with pain, which was almost ... pleasant.

The others were still there, looking at the battle like some kind of space sports game. Lance looked like he was about to vomit, Sasha was muttering something about "energy manipulations", and TS, well, TS was just silent with his eyes wide open. I had to end it, and quickly, until I began to feel the consequences of using my abilities.

Let's try it, huh? - I said with an ominous smile. I concentrated, directed my telekinesis, let it develop, and then released all the potential of Carrie's power. It seemed to me that I was tearing apart its very essence. It didn't just touch him, it tore him apart, forcing him to resist his own perverted being. It was dirty, ugly and extremely effective.

The architect screamed again, his figure became fragmented, the darkness that held him together began to dissipate. The room was filled with light, brighter than anything else I had ever seen, and then the Architect of Despair disappeared. The silence was almost deafening.

The spatial bleeding stopped, the air became cleaner, and the pressure on the building suddenly weakened. The mission was completed. This world has just been removed from my list.

I turned to the "Seekers", who were still trying to understand what they had just seen. Their faces were the embodiment of shock and disbelief. Well, that's all. My work here is finished. I paused, looking at them: "Don't think I liked it more than I should have, okay? Rejoice that you were the lucky few whom I was entrusted to protect. Now you are left to yourself.

After that, I focused on the attraction of measurements, and the world around me began to rotate and disappear. It's time to move on. The other world is saved (or at least put in order). I left as quickly as I appeared.