Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 24
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By: shanejayell 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 205 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 205 | Status: Completed
Descent, Childe of Shadows
There was a wet sound as Sister Samantha Teresa hurried around the corner, nearly stopping as she heard the anguished, gurgling cry. Seeing Descent leaning tiredly against a wall she rushed over, “Where’s the other killer?”
Descent closed her eerie, glowing eyes a moment as she said, “She’s over there, pinned under the car.”
Wet, breaking noises sounded out at the weight of the car broke Deathwish’s body, even as her eerie ability to heal tried to keep up with the damage. The keening in pain of the seemingly deathless woman made them both shudder, gazing at the red splashed concrete.
“Even though she’s a killer,” Sam finally said quietly, “this is almost too horrible.”
Deathwish made a choking gasp as a rib punctured her lungs, her body constantly healing itself even as it was crushed down by the massive weight of the old car. Her head mostly free from harm so far, the bloody faced woman looked at them pleadingly, “Please...”
“Don’t,” Descent stopped Sam from moving to help, “we have no way to stop her. Once she’s free she will heal up again, then continue to threaten innocents.”
Her expression cold Sam drew her pistol, firing multiple shots into the struggling woman’s head. “Maybe the blessed bullets and her injuries will stop her,” Sam said grimly as the two of them walked away, “or at least stop her from feeling more.”
“Where to next?” Descent asked as they rose up to the relative safety of the roofs.
“According to the list Aileen gave me, that’s most of the heavy hitters,” Sam noted as she reloaded, “but that still leaves the mopping up.”
“We can’t leave the freelancers running around loose,” Descent agreed as she tried to shrug off the worst of her tiredness.
“No telling what they’d do,” Sam agreed bleakly as they went to work.
Into the evening, across the night and into morning would become a legendary night in the history of the city. The surviving honest cops, Descent, Sam and Sister Aileen went out and fought from one end of town to the other, stopping and occasionally killing the men who had brought such madness to the city.
Alex Conner puffed out a sigh as fire fighters put out the fire in a shopping center, the area around them looking like a war zone. “And you found no one pinned under the car?” she asked another officer grimly.
“No,” he shook his head, “just a blood stain.”
“Damn...” she muttered, shaking her head, “one got away.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Across the city, in a home that was a near fortress the shockwave rippled through them all. “Repeat that,” the Lady Diana said in a tone like liquid nitrogen, deadly and icy cold as the lovely blonde tried to hide her shock.
“Descent and her partner are alive and the assassins you sent are all dead,” Deathwish said flatly, swaying a little as her body fought to repair all of the horrific damage done to it. It had taken her hours to wiggle free from under the car, her bones crushed and broken, muscles almost pulped, and she was still feeling the effects.
Lady Diana sat up on her lounging couch, her usually cool expression now visibly strained. “I want confirmation,” she ordered, sending lieutenants scurrying away as another brought her a drink
Deathwish looked over at Diana curiously, wondering what was troubling the woman. “What’s wrong?” she asked, unafraid of angering the notoriously dangerous boss or maybe simply not caring about the consequences.
Maybe it was because she was distracted, or maybe she just didn’t think it mattered but Lady Diana shook her head grimly and said, “I put a great deal of resources in this operation, even called in some dangerous favors.” With a sigh she continued, “Now, certain people will have less confidence in me....”
“No one’s stupid enough to try and hit you,” Deathwish said dryly.
“No,” Lady Diana agreed with that as she snarled, “but that doesn’t mean they won’t act on a apparent weakness.”
“Ma’am,” one of her lieutenants, a handsome blonde haired boy with blue eyes and a surfer’s tan said, “it’s been confirmed. Bodies have been recovered for all the killers other than Sister Rosette and the ex-templar.”
“That bitch...” Diana hissed as she connected the dots, “she betrayed me.”
“Or they haven’t found the body?” the surfer boy offered.
“Shut up,” Diana hissed as she pulled out the gun from somewhere in her lounger and fired, dropping the boy in a burst of blood from the head. “Someone clean that up for me,” Diana ordered harshly.
With a wry twist of her lips Deathwish took the legs of the corpse and pulled, soon ably assisted by another young woman. “Does she always kill the messenger bringing bad news?” she whispered softly.
“Only if she’s already annoyed,” the redhead answered with a slight shrug. They both straightened as more employees arrived to deal with the body.
“I’m sorry you had to handle this, Miss Lina.,” the black haired man said gruffly. “Standard disposal?”
“No,” Lina shook her head as she cleaned up her suit, “no one finds the body. The incinerator might be best, or industrial acid. Either way, use your discretion.”
“Yes ma’am,” and he and his assistants hauled off the body without another word.
Lina then looked at Deathwish, her expression thoughtful. “Looks like we’re stuck with that freak Descent for awhile,” she finally said.
“And?” Deathwish asked her, the black haired woman studying the smaller woman thoughtfully.
Lina gave a small smile, “We could use a freak of our own on the payroll.” She met her eyes as she asked, “You interested?”
Deathwish’s eyes narrowed a bit at the freak description, but other than that she was unaffected. “I didn’t do too well against her,” she noted calmly.
“Even if you can buy my guys some time to get clear it’d be good,” Lina urged, trying to read something in those strangely dead, emotionless eyes. ‘She doesn’t get provoked easily,’ she noted, ‘that’s good, too.’
“And will Lady Diana object?” Deathwish had to ask.
“No,” Lina said, “hiring you makes sense. Well?”
Deathwish studied her a moment, her face as always eerily expressionless. “What the hell,” she finally said, “why not.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
The Daughters of Artemis was dark as they arrived, both Descent and Sam feeling exhausted to the bone. Still, both of them noticed something off as Sam noted, “No lights at all? There’s usually something on.”
“Crap,” Descent sighed, the humanoid demoness summoning her strength for what might be another fight. “I’ll go in first,” she said as they walked to the doors, “cover me.”
“Got it,” Sam drew a pistol from under her black priest’s coat.
“Ready?” Descent asked as they each stood side by side by the door. Once Sam nodded she took a breath, “Go!”
Almost as one they slammed the door open... only to freeze as numerous weapons were pointed at them. “Don’t move...” Circe started only to trail off. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Damn,” Sam relaxed as everyone in the bar put the weapons away, “I thought things were about to get interesting.”
“You all right?” Diana asked, the huntress’ tawny hair flowing messily over her shoulders as she ut a bow and arrow away.
“Fine,” Descent waved that off, “did anyone try hitting the bar?”
“One or two fools,” Athena looked amused as the studious looking goddess put a lethal looking mini-pistol away, “but we dealt with it.”
“Good,” Sam tiredly put her own pistol back in it’s holster.
“You two look about done in,” Circe noted with gently sympathy, “you’d better get some rest. We’re opening late tomorrow, anyway....”
Jasmine pushed through the crowd of onlookers, the gorgeous woman’s long purple hair shimmering. “Is Alex all right?” she demanded.
“She’s fine,” Descent said reassuringly, “in fact, the last time we saw her she was just helping with clean up duties.”
Jasmine sighed softly, finally relaxing a bit. “Oh thank goodness,” she sighed, “I was worried about her.”
“Alex is tough,” Diana said gently, “she’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Jasmine said, smiling slightly. She sighed after a moment as she looked at Diana and Circe, “Could I talk to you for a moment?”
“Of course,” Circe said as the three of them moved off.
To be continued....
There was a wet sound as Sister Samantha Teresa hurried around the corner, nearly stopping as she heard the anguished, gurgling cry. Seeing Descent leaning tiredly against a wall she rushed over, “Where’s the other killer?”
Descent closed her eerie, glowing eyes a moment as she said, “She’s over there, pinned under the car.”
Wet, breaking noises sounded out at the weight of the car broke Deathwish’s body, even as her eerie ability to heal tried to keep up with the damage. The keening in pain of the seemingly deathless woman made them both shudder, gazing at the red splashed concrete.
“Even though she’s a killer,” Sam finally said quietly, “this is almost too horrible.”
Deathwish made a choking gasp as a rib punctured her lungs, her body constantly healing itself even as it was crushed down by the massive weight of the old car. Her head mostly free from harm so far, the bloody faced woman looked at them pleadingly, “Please...”
“Don’t,” Descent stopped Sam from moving to help, “we have no way to stop her. Once she’s free she will heal up again, then continue to threaten innocents.”
Her expression cold Sam drew her pistol, firing multiple shots into the struggling woman’s head. “Maybe the blessed bullets and her injuries will stop her,” Sam said grimly as the two of them walked away, “or at least stop her from feeling more.”
“Where to next?” Descent asked as they rose up to the relative safety of the roofs.
“According to the list Aileen gave me, that’s most of the heavy hitters,” Sam noted as she reloaded, “but that still leaves the mopping up.”
“We can’t leave the freelancers running around loose,” Descent agreed as she tried to shrug off the worst of her tiredness.
“No telling what they’d do,” Sam agreed bleakly as they went to work.
Into the evening, across the night and into morning would become a legendary night in the history of the city. The surviving honest cops, Descent, Sam and Sister Aileen went out and fought from one end of town to the other, stopping and occasionally killing the men who had brought such madness to the city.
Alex Conner puffed out a sigh as fire fighters put out the fire in a shopping center, the area around them looking like a war zone. “And you found no one pinned under the car?” she asked another officer grimly.
“No,” he shook his head, “just a blood stain.”
“Damn...” she muttered, shaking her head, “one got away.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Across the city, in a home that was a near fortress the shockwave rippled through them all. “Repeat that,” the Lady Diana said in a tone like liquid nitrogen, deadly and icy cold as the lovely blonde tried to hide her shock.
“Descent and her partner are alive and the assassins you sent are all dead,” Deathwish said flatly, swaying a little as her body fought to repair all of the horrific damage done to it. It had taken her hours to wiggle free from under the car, her bones crushed and broken, muscles almost pulped, and she was still feeling the effects.
Lady Diana sat up on her lounging couch, her usually cool expression now visibly strained. “I want confirmation,” she ordered, sending lieutenants scurrying away as another brought her a drink
Deathwish looked over at Diana curiously, wondering what was troubling the woman. “What’s wrong?” she asked, unafraid of angering the notoriously dangerous boss or maybe simply not caring about the consequences.
Maybe it was because she was distracted, or maybe she just didn’t think it mattered but Lady Diana shook her head grimly and said, “I put a great deal of resources in this operation, even called in some dangerous favors.” With a sigh she continued, “Now, certain people will have less confidence in me....”
“No one’s stupid enough to try and hit you,” Deathwish said dryly.
“No,” Lady Diana agreed with that as she snarled, “but that doesn’t mean they won’t act on a apparent weakness.”
“Ma’am,” one of her lieutenants, a handsome blonde haired boy with blue eyes and a surfer’s tan said, “it’s been confirmed. Bodies have been recovered for all the killers other than Sister Rosette and the ex-templar.”
“That bitch...” Diana hissed as she connected the dots, “she betrayed me.”
“Or they haven’t found the body?” the surfer boy offered.
“Shut up,” Diana hissed as she pulled out the gun from somewhere in her lounger and fired, dropping the boy in a burst of blood from the head. “Someone clean that up for me,” Diana ordered harshly.
With a wry twist of her lips Deathwish took the legs of the corpse and pulled, soon ably assisted by another young woman. “Does she always kill the messenger bringing bad news?” she whispered softly.
“Only if she’s already annoyed,” the redhead answered with a slight shrug. They both straightened as more employees arrived to deal with the body.
“I’m sorry you had to handle this, Miss Lina.,” the black haired man said gruffly. “Standard disposal?”
“No,” Lina shook her head as she cleaned up her suit, “no one finds the body. The incinerator might be best, or industrial acid. Either way, use your discretion.”
“Yes ma’am,” and he and his assistants hauled off the body without another word.
Lina then looked at Deathwish, her expression thoughtful. “Looks like we’re stuck with that freak Descent for awhile,” she finally said.
“And?” Deathwish asked her, the black haired woman studying the smaller woman thoughtfully.
Lina gave a small smile, “We could use a freak of our own on the payroll.” She met her eyes as she asked, “You interested?”
Deathwish’s eyes narrowed a bit at the freak description, but other than that she was unaffected. “I didn’t do too well against her,” she noted calmly.
“Even if you can buy my guys some time to get clear it’d be good,” Lina urged, trying to read something in those strangely dead, emotionless eyes. ‘She doesn’t get provoked easily,’ she noted, ‘that’s good, too.’
“And will Lady Diana object?” Deathwish had to ask.
“No,” Lina said, “hiring you makes sense. Well?”
Deathwish studied her a moment, her face as always eerily expressionless. “What the hell,” she finally said, “why not.”
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
The Daughters of Artemis was dark as they arrived, both Descent and Sam feeling exhausted to the bone. Still, both of them noticed something off as Sam noted, “No lights at all? There’s usually something on.”
“Crap,” Descent sighed, the humanoid demoness summoning her strength for what might be another fight. “I’ll go in first,” she said as they walked to the doors, “cover me.”
“Got it,” Sam drew a pistol from under her black priest’s coat.
“Ready?” Descent asked as they each stood side by side by the door. Once Sam nodded she took a breath, “Go!”
Almost as one they slammed the door open... only to freeze as numerous weapons were pointed at them. “Don’t move...” Circe started only to trail off. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Damn,” Sam relaxed as everyone in the bar put the weapons away, “I thought things were about to get interesting.”
“You all right?” Diana asked, the huntress’ tawny hair flowing messily over her shoulders as she ut a bow and arrow away.
“Fine,” Descent waved that off, “did anyone try hitting the bar?”
“One or two fools,” Athena looked amused as the studious looking goddess put a lethal looking mini-pistol away, “but we dealt with it.”
“Good,” Sam tiredly put her own pistol back in it’s holster.
“You two look about done in,” Circe noted with gently sympathy, “you’d better get some rest. We’re opening late tomorrow, anyway....”
Jasmine pushed through the crowd of onlookers, the gorgeous woman’s long purple hair shimmering. “Is Alex all right?” she demanded.
“She’s fine,” Descent said reassuringly, “in fact, the last time we saw her she was just helping with clean up duties.”
Jasmine sighed softly, finally relaxing a bit. “Oh thank goodness,” she sighed, “I was worried about her.”
“Alex is tough,” Diana said gently, “she’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Jasmine said, smiling slightly. She sighed after a moment as she looked at Diana and Circe, “Could I talk to you for a moment?”
“Of course,” Circe said as the three of them moved off.
To be continued....