NNWM - Third Excerpt
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galdrinCanto 3. Kakodaemonia the first, Revelations and Myths
The son of a bitch had walked right out into the open. I couldn't have wished for anything sweeter. Poor Michael, so like a father to us all - and so naive. As Michael spots us, I order Sindy to chase him down and Bel to make sure the weapons were fully loaded while I leaned forward, reached up, and opened the sun-roof. Michael was off like an Olympic sprinter, but like none on this earth. Of course, we are all of a kind, so whatever supernatural abilities he thinks he can pull out of his bag of tricks, we should just as easily be able to counter or negate.
He gets careless, shoving people out of his way and darting through traffic - making every effort to escape. Of course, with each twist and turn, each careless jostle or squealing of brakes, the level of their anger and frustration increases. We three feed on that, absorbing it into our very being and become more powerful the longer the chase continues.
"He's ducking into the alley, Sindy. Let's pin him in."
As Sindy spins the wheel to swerve into the alleyway, Bel hands me one of the semi-automatic rifles and grabs one of his own. I stand up, hanging out of the sun-roof, and open fire - clipping Michael's legs out from under him. Sindy hits the brakes, catching Michael in the headlights. Slamming the vehicle into park, she throws open her door and grabs her weapon, opening fire as Bel steps out of his own door and starts in as well. The noise is deafening. The bullets chew up the bricks and stonework, raising a cloud of dust and sending chips flying. Michael tries to work his way through what scant cover there was, but we have him cold and he knows it. Clips emptied, were replaced, and the firing continued. There was blood everywhere and, knowing we'd triumphed, I signaled to cease fire.
The three of us approached what appeared to be what was left of Michael cautiously. He would not survive this encounter, bleeding as he was from so many wounds. I reached down and drew my fingers through the blood, drawing a crimson line down each of my cheeks and tasted one thickly coated finger. I tasted its sweetness, its metallic tang in the back of my mouth - mortal blood with that spice of immortality about it. I leaned down and whispered in Michael's ear.
"If and when you see him, tell him I said hello." I hissed.
We climbed back into the Jeep to leave. After all, there was no one to help him now and I screamed with triumph as we backed out and pulled away. We'd just removed a key player from the game. Luci would be overjoyed that one of the opposition's general's had fallen - again. I grab the radio.
"Patrol 1 to base." I called. "You hanging around tonight, Luci? Come in."
"I'm here, Mary. Whatcha got?" came Luci's slick, oily voice in reply.
"Scratch one of the Archs, Luci." I crowed into the mic, "We just put Michael out of our misery."
"That's great news, babe." Luci oozed back, "You sure about this, are you?"
"No doubts on this end. Pretty much emptied 5 clips of ammunition into a dead-end alley. Dead end - ya get it?", I snickered gleefully. "We got out and checked that he was gasping his last before we left."
"Did you witness his dissolution?"
"Dissolution, my ass. I wear the marks of his blood, and have tasted its finality on my own tongue." I answered, growing angry.
The lengthy silence on the other end was not encouraging. Sindy swung the jeep out onto 23rd Street and headed for the river road and Heaven's Bridge.
"Mary. How many times have we been through this?" he admonishes, "I'd expect this out of Sindy or Bel, but you're a veteran, Mary. You know better."
Damn him, he had a point. When it comes to the Host, you can count on nothing except your own senses and first-hand experience in cases like this.
"Okay, Luci. We'll go back and make absolutely sure the bastard is out of play." I said.
"Good girl. I know we can count on you. Get back here as soon as you're done."
I switched off the radio and ordered Sindy to turn around and head back as the rain starts up again.
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The son of a bitch had walked right out into the open. I couldn't have wished for anything sweeter. Poor Michael, so like a father to us all - and so naive. As Michael spots us, I order Sindy to chase him down and Bel to make sure the weapons were fully loaded while I leaned forward, reached up, and opened the sun-roof. Michael was off like an Olympic sprinter, but like none on this earth. Of course, we are all of a kind, so whatever supernatural abilities he thinks he can pull out of his bag of tricks, we should just as easily be able to counter or negate.
He gets careless, shoving people out of his way and darting through traffic - making every effort to escape. Of course, with each twist and turn, each careless jostle or squealing of brakes, the level of their anger and frustration increases. We three feed on that, absorbing it into our very being and become more powerful the longer the chase continues.
"He's ducking into the alley, Sindy. Let's pin him in."
As Sindy spins the wheel to swerve into the alleyway, Bel hands me one of the semi-automatic rifles and grabs one of his own. I stand up, hanging out of the sun-roof, and open fire - clipping Michael's legs out from under him. Sindy hits the brakes, catching Michael in the headlights. Slamming the vehicle into park, she throws open her door and grabs her weapon, opening fire as Bel steps out of his own door and starts in as well. The noise is deafening. The bullets chew up the bricks and stonework, raising a cloud of dust and sending chips flying. Michael tries to work his way through what scant cover there was, but we have him cold and he knows it. Clips emptied, were replaced, and the firing continued. There was blood everywhere and, knowing we'd triumphed, I signaled to cease fire.
The three of us approached what appeared to be what was left of Michael cautiously. He would not survive this encounter, bleeding as he was from so many wounds. I reached down and drew my fingers through the blood, drawing a crimson line down each of my cheeks and tasted one thickly coated finger. I tasted its sweetness, its metallic tang in the back of my mouth - mortal blood with that spice of immortality about it. I leaned down and whispered in Michael's ear.
"If and when you see him, tell him I said hello." I hissed.
We climbed back into the Jeep to leave. After all, there was no one to help him now and I screamed with triumph as we backed out and pulled away. We'd just removed a key player from the game. Luci would be overjoyed that one of the opposition's general's had fallen - again. I grab the radio.
"Patrol 1 to base." I called. "You hanging around tonight, Luci? Come in."
"I'm here, Mary. Whatcha got?" came Luci's slick, oily voice in reply.
"Scratch one of the Archs, Luci." I crowed into the mic, "We just put Michael out of our misery."
"That's great news, babe." Luci oozed back, "You sure about this, are you?"
"No doubts on this end. Pretty much emptied 5 clips of ammunition into a dead-end alley. Dead end - ya get it?", I snickered gleefully. "We got out and checked that he was gasping his last before we left."
"Did you witness his dissolution?"
"Dissolution, my ass. I wear the marks of his blood, and have tasted its finality on my own tongue." I answered, growing angry.
The lengthy silence on the other end was not encouraging. Sindy swung the jeep out onto 23rd Street and headed for the river road and Heaven's Bridge.
"Mary. How many times have we been through this?" he admonishes, "I'd expect this out of Sindy or Bel, but you're a veteran, Mary. You know better."
Damn him, he had a point. When it comes to the Host, you can count on nothing except your own senses and first-hand experience in cases like this.
"Okay, Luci. We'll go back and make absolutely sure the bastard is out of play." I said.
"Good girl. I know we can count on you. Get back here as soon as you're done."
I switched off the radio and ordered Sindy to turn around and head back as the rain starts up again.
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