(haha never put this to public ah well it’s still in time)
Post thanking Restless Butterfly for being a super sweet heart comming next! Thank you Rez!!!!
Here’s part one
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“..lets face the music and dance”
The man broke the shotgun and reloaded as a thin trail of smoke rose past his hat. The creature lay twitching on the road as blood gushed from its shredded neck.
Stepping over Becky the man climbed into the truck and broke the steering column with one blow of his hand. Amy struggled to her feet and hurriedly grabbed Becky as the engine of the truck kicked into life.
“You..saved our lives thank you!”
Amy said quietly as she and becky climbed into the cab, the man turned a thin smile sending deep cracks shooting up his yellowish rough skin.
“So you figure ‘the devil ya know’ huh?”
“Will you drive us back to the road?” Amy asked looking at his mouth rather than the empty glowing red of his eyes.
“No.”
He put the truck in gear and continued down the dirt road.
The girls looked at each other, fear once again raising.
“W..why? where are you going?” Amy turned leaning as far away from him as possible and protecting Becky.
“W..who a..are you?…and if you’re not going to get help why did you save us?” Becky asked almost in a whisper.
“Caleb is the name….and the only reason you are alive is I like red hair” A smile once again spread over his worn face though this time it was tinged with emptiness, as he spoke he move the tips of his fingers that looked more like claws than hands through Amy’s fringe.
The girls fell silent, it felt as if the sheer weight of the situation was crushing the life from them, there was nothing they could do but try to survive as long as possible.
Suddenly Caleb slammed the accelerator down and moments later a robed body impacted on the front of the truck, the man was catapulted over the bonnet and ricocheted off the windscreen crumpling back down over the bonnet as the truck skidded to a halt.
Caleb got out leaving the engine running, the girls were still trying to figure out what just happened.
The body wore a heavy burlap robe tied at the waist with a simple rope, pulling the garment from the crushed body Caleb stares at the girls in the cab and chuckles, “Looks like I do need you girls after all! lucky, lucky.” he shouts then climbs back in and drives on bouncing over the body.
Standing hands tied the together behind them and then to a large post the girls try to fight back tears as the surrounding thirty or more robed figures chat in a melodic tone, the language they are speaking is unintelligible though some words seem to resemble latin at times.
“Cruonita Malax! Cruonita Malax! Cruo, Cruo, Cruonita Malax!”
One of the robed crowd steps forwards as the chant changes and quickens, this one carries a long knife that glimmers in the flickering of the torches.
“Cruo! Cruo! Cruo!” The chat hits the like waves as Amy grips Becky’s fingers as hard as she can.
The knife is lifted high over Amy its blade fire yellow against the black sky and then a blinding light tears past the girls and impacts into the blackness within the hood of the man with the knife, all eyes turn to Caleb as he throws off his robe a flaregun held in his left hand.
The chat ceases as the circle is filled with the agonized scream of the man with the knife, Caleb drops the robe and draws his shotgun firing both barrels into the chest of another robed figure to his left, the two halves of the body slam back into the people behind as Caleb advances while reloading. The rest of the circle having recovered from the surprise draw an arsenal of shotguns, tommyguns and pistols all of which are aimed at Caleb as he reaches the top of the stone seats, as he dose the man in the centre bursts into flames with a blood curdling howl and runs aimlessly into the firing line.
The circle ignites with gunfire, just as it dose Amy slides the knife through the last few strands of rope and the girls throw themselves to the ground.
Around them bodies and shell casings fall, Caleb re emerges at one of the two openings to the circle of stone and fires another flare knocking a robed figure from his feet, then dropping his flare gun he draws a second shotgun and opens fire into the remaining Cultists. Four fall while a fifth is used as a human shield while his weapon is taken, now armed with a tommygun Caleb retreats back into the darkness beyond the circle.
The robed men move cautiously muttering in low voices and swearing with growled latin. The girls crawl keeping as low as possible back away from the central pole, trying to avoid the pools of blood and the still smoking corpse of the man with the knife.
Four men rush into the darkness of the second exit, but the night is filled with gunfire and screams then silence. Ten remain in the circle and their fear is palpable, then the darkness spits fire as Caleb once again appears dual tommyguns firing as he advances, the ten robed figures react in panic, some firing others trying to run but it’s already too late as the deadly maelstrom of hot lead tears their bodies to bits, spraying blood in arks around the circle.
As the final body slumps Caleb runs out of rounds and drops the guns by his side, Amy pulls Becky up and they both stagger towards Caleb, now the only thing that seems safe in the hellish scene. As the come closer they see he’s been shot multiple times, thick dark blood oozing from his chest, legs and arms and dripping from his long black coat.
“Oh my god! are you okay?” Becky stammers
Caleb looks down and chuckles, he steps though the mass of shredded bodies and pulls up one man who seems to be only just holding onto life. Caleb then passes his hand over the mans chest and theres the sounds of deep single heartbeat the mans body convulses glows a dull red and then falls limp, as it does Calebs wounds begin to reseal, the flow of blood ceasing.
“You fucking used us as bait!” Amy finally screams, her eyes on fire with panick and rage.
“Yes I fucking did” Caleb smiled as he spoke his yellow teeth jagged and pointed like an animal.
“But I knew you’d survive…you always survived, Ophelia.” His eyes though empty seemed to be looking through Amy as he spoke, back to something distant and long forgotten.
“My fucking name is Amy, you fucking psychopath! now take us back to the road!”
Caleb returned to the precent and stared at the girls, they were terrified spattered with blood, unarmed and pathetic. His life was endless his, his goal unfinished the Cabal still haunted this cursed earth and these girls were inconsiquential to his path. He turned “I’ll start the truck you can drive where you like” he then walked out into the pale grey dusk.
It was early morning when the girls finally made it to the road, they ditched the car and got cleaned up in a gas station, neither of them ever told anyone of their experiance that night or of the man who had fought that night.
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