Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ FALLEN ❯ A BLOODY CONSCIENCE ( Chapter 8 )

CHAPTER EIGHT

A BLOODY conscience

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired; we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?

-Grey's Anatomy

 

Jensang clutched the sink tightly as he squeezed his good eye shut. Asmodeus had seriously damaged the right one, so bad in fact that he could barely pry it open. The lump that had been in his throat since his head cleared sank into his stomach. Asmodeus. He had killed Asmodeus. He gripped the sink tighter to keep from trembling.

“What” he paused, “What's happening to me? I was there…but…I wasn't and I-” Jensang looked at his hands in disbelief. Jensel sighed.

“Now that we have a moment I should tell you that it may not be possible for me to enter the guardian state.” He said grimly.

“The what?” Jensang looked into the mirror, Jensel was not facing him.

“When two souls inhabit one body, there are five possible states they can be in. The first and most common being the Unsung state, the recessive soul goes unnoticed. The second is the Ascendant state, the recessive soul temporarily forces out the dominate soul. The Void state where the dominate soul withdraws from the world leaving the recessive soul in power. The Guardian state where the two souls live harmoniously and can `switch' when either soul is in danger.” Jensel paused and turned to face Jensang.

“Now listen closely. In all my years I have never seen this. The last state is the Tourniquet state. Very ironic that it's called that actually.” he smiled to himself.

“Why are you telling me this—I don't-?”

“You will if you'd shut up and let me finish!” Jensel snapped. “In the Guardian state, energy, chi, whatever you want to call it-it has flow smoothly so the transition is flawless. When you were still in Japan, I forced you into the Void state which is normally irreversible. However, I was pushed back by binding spell which is keeping me from coming forward now or you calling upon my powers. So whenever you are threatened now instead of me coming to your rescue…it's you're body. It gains almost super human abilities. Remarkable really. The ultimate fighting specimen, it's really quite fascinating.” Jensel licked his lips. Jensang shook his head no.

“I JUST KILLED A HUMAN BEING AND YOUR BABBLING ABOUT GOD KNOWS WHAT!” Jensang yelled.

“Technically, he wasn't human.” Jensel smirked. Jensang glared at him. He sighed.

“You knew there would be death. It was his life or yours. The second kill is always easier.” Jensel said gently.

“Second?” Jensang laughed in disbelief. There was no way he was picking up that thing again. Asmodeus…Dante was his friend. Demon or no. He'd been there for Jensang. He stripped off the costume and did his best to scrub away the dry and fresh blood on his face, hands and arms. He couldn't stop his hands from trembling as he watched the diluted blood swirl in the sink and vanish down the drain. He shuddered and put on his clothes quickly.

“Wash off the blade.” Jensel demanded.

“I'm not touching that thing!” Jensang shook his head.

“You've seen death before and have escaped it more than once! Why are you acting this way?” Jensel yelled.

“Because it was never me doing the killing! I'm not so cold hearted that-that I could…just do that to someone.”

“Well you have! So get your act together! It's kill or be killed! I thought you understood that much! Now pick it up!” Jensel snapped. Jensang swallowed hard and trudge slowly over to the sword and rested it atop the sink. He ran hot water over it, wiping down the instrument of death with a paper towel. He swung the heavy sword onto his shoulders, another burden to carry. He walked out of the bathroom a little less a child. He stiffened slightly as he passed the gory scene. Raphael was gone but the body remained. Asmodeus's lifeless eyes stared up at him blankly. Frozen forever in permanent surprise.

Jensang knelt down beside the body and tore away the black shock collar. He closed Asmodeus's eyes and frowned.

“You're free now my friend. I hope…I hope you find what you were looking for in death that God never gave you in life.” He stood tall and strode into the chapel, prepared for whatever happened next.

Jensang stopped as he entered, a haunting melody filling the deserted place of worship. Raphael sat at the organ, playing a poignant melody.

“You know… we were friends once, before his fall from grace, we were friends. It started with the war, siding with Lucifer and his riffraff. I could never forgive him for that. And then that woman! I'd known for some time he watched her but for it to go that far! I would not let him be happy when he took it away from me!” Raphael was shaking, his voice sharp and elevating. He took a breath and continued.

“If Asmodeus had never fallen for her…he- we'd still be friends. I promised Asmodeus if he left with her I would make his life hell. But Asmodeus only smiled. That's all the fool ever did! Even…even when I reduced him to this.” Raphael slammed his hands down upon the keys, abruptly ending the song in discord. He repressed a sob as he stared at the ceiling. A tear rolled down his cheek and he brushed it away just as quickly as it had come.

“But he's dead now.” he turned around to face Jensang. “He was a good puppet while he lasted!” He cackled; the floor began to tremble beneath Jensang's feet. He jumped back as it broke apart, steam billowing from the crevices. Jensang shielded his face as he was thrown off of his feet. A figure rose from the cracks in the Earth as one descended from the rafters. The one that rose from the ground was a man. He was tall in stature with pale skin; his flaming red hair was a shocking contrast, gold flecks melted into his silver eyes. The one that fell from the sky was female. She was beyond beautiful. Her mocha skin was tinged with blue specs that shimmered all over her curvaceous body. Her ebony black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Her ash-grey eyes gave away nothing. They stood shoulder to shoulder, as still as statues.

“May I introduce Shavetiel and Nathaniel?” Raphael laughed.

“Do you ever do anything yourself Raphie?” Jensang smiled as stood up and dusted himself off, “Or maybe you're just too weak to fight even the most meager of threats.” He rested his hands atop the hilt. Raphael's smile turned into a scowl.

“Why should I waste my talents on the undeserving? It's more fun to watch.”

“I would expect nothing less from a coward.”

“Kill him.” he growled. Only then did they move. Shavetiel appeared in front of Jensang. From her hands grew twin katanas made purely out of ice. He jerked back, the tip of the deadly accurate blade scrapping his neck. Blood began to bubble across the thin line. She lunged at him again, this time he was ready for her, parrying her blow and knocking her back. His body seemed to move on its own, as if he had dueled all his life. He had her on the run as he berated her from all sides but never landing a blow. They clashed swords, stuck in a deadlock, each trying to overpower the other. Jensang pushed her back and thrusted the sword at her gut but she was gone. All was still for a moment as he caught a glimpse of her sheer skirt fluttering over his head. His eyes darted up and she winked at him before finishing at his back, she turned around quickly, cutting Jensang across the back. Jensang arched his back as he staggered forward. He spun around, leering at her, sword at the ready. Shavetiel was staring curiously at the blade of the katana as blood spiraled down it. She turned to Jensang and smiled playfully. Jensang scowled back, gripping the hilt tighter, almost as if he were choking up on a baseball bat. He charged at her, ready to strike. Nathaniel leapt over her shoulders, landing on the surface of the baroque sword. He kicked Jensang hard in the face, sending him flying through two pews, Nathaniel landing gracefully on the floor.

Jensang groaned; he didn't know how much more of a beating his body could take. Shavetiel was on him within seconds slicing and dicing like the skilled swords…thing she was. Jensang winced as the sword dragged across his cheek before he managed to bring his sword up, shielding his upper body. Jensang kicked her in the stomach. A sharp pain shot through out his leg as there was a loud crack. Jensang screamed through gritted teeth. It was his knee. It would not do to cry in front of the enemy but this was the worse pain Jensang had felt yet. He'd never broken a joint before. He slammed Alastor into the floor as he clutched the cross guard and hilt. His leg was useless. But he refused to sit here and die. He clenched his teeth as he tried to pull himself up. Nathaniel was about to attack when Raphael raised his hand. Nathaniel straightened and cast a cold gaze upon Jensang.

Jensang squeezed his eyes shut as he stood slowly, moans of pain escaping through his gritted teeth. He clutched the pew and with difficulty, pulled Alastor from the ground. He braced the hilt against his forearm and raised it, pointing it at Nathaniel. Nathaniel grinned when Raphael nodded again. He slammed his hand onto the floor and began to chant. Shavetiel propelled herself off of his crouched back, flying towards Jensang. She landed a side kick hard in the temple, kicking his hand with the other foot, sending Alastor flying into the wall. Jensang stared up at the stain glass window as it's multitude of colors faded into black and white, he wondered why the floor seemed to tilt beneath his feet. His head hit the ground hard, the rest of his body following. Standing over him, was a beautiful woman with jade green eyes and short jet black hair. Jensang had her smile.

“Mom?” Jensang croaked. She knelt down and stroked his hair gently. His head jerked to one side when he heard a boom, but it sounded so far away. Her hand touched his face as she shushed him.

A warmth spread through out Jensang's body, he almost felt as if he were floating. Jensang fought to hold on to this peace, to this time with his mother but it was a fight he was not winning. Her image changed until he was aware of his situation. He had a sour taste in his mouth; his whole body seemed to be on fire. Jensang wanted to scream but it felt like his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. He was looking into the eyes of a man; boyishly white hair practically covered his auburn eyes. Round wire rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing what seemed to be an abbot with the hood drawn.

“Good.” The man glanced nervously over the fallen stone pillar they were hiding behind.

The air was thick with smoke; flames danced about the room, glass still rained down from the windows as Nathaniel and Shavetiel stalked about looking for them. The man smiled down at Jensang.

“You sorta blacked out after the explosion. If you hadn't come around I don't know what I would have done. Can you sit up?” The man shifted his weight so he was sitting Indian style, a wooden staff resting across his lap. Jensang winced as he sat up, slightly stiff, the aches and pains all over his body seemed to be taking their toll though they didn't hurt as much now.

“Drink this. It'll help I promise.” The man held out a wooden bowl with cream colored liquid sloshing inside of it. Jensang eyed it and the man skeptically. He sighed with impatience.

“We haven't the time for mistrust. You must have faith when I say that I am on your side.” he thrusted the bowl into Jensang's hands. He stared at it for a moment before drinking. Indeed, his aches and pains began to ebb away instantly.

“See? Isn't that better. It'll help you be more lucid in your fighting, just clear your mind and you should be set. Do you think you can fight? They're blocking the door. The sooner we get rid of these guys the better.” He stood and hopped the pillar. Jensang groped the ground for Alastor. Panic began to set in when he couldn't find the sword.

“Looking for something?” Raphael smiled as he sauntered over to Jensang, holding the cleaver in his hands. Jensang's breath caught in his throat.

“It's a shame to see how far you've fallen Jensel.” Raphael sighed, resting upon Alastor's hilt.

“I'm not Jensel!” Jensang stood, his knee looked oddly swollen but it didn't hurt anymore. Raphael laughed at the conviction in Jensang's voice.

“Of course you aren't. Jensel would have never turned his back on an enemy.” As soon as the words left Raphael's smiling lips, Shavetiel arms shot around Jensang's neck. Jensang grunted and gurgled as he thrashed against her tightening grip. Raphael steadily backed away, smiling all the while.

It came to him like lightening. Weaving its way to the front of Jensang's oxygen deprived mind as he stared into Raphael's eyes. It couldn't have been less than a month ago. The Marines had come to talk to his class, something that had appealed to him if only for the discipline. There was a brief video demonstration of two men grappling. One had been attacked from behind, similar to the position Jensang was in now.

Jensang bent forward, keeping his neck taught as he hooked his arms around Shavetiel's knees. He yanked up fast, pulling Shavetiel's feet right from under her. She slammed into the floor, her head ricocheting off the stone. Jensang coughed and rubbed his throat. Nathaniel's head snapped towards them. Sneering, he charged at Jensang only to receive a nasty blow to the back of the neck. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“I am your opponent.” growled the hooded man, gripping the staff tightly. Nathaniel's nail's grew longer and pointed. He tackled the man to the ground, his talon like nails tearing into the man's side. The man let out a quick scream. Nathaniel smiled with mirth as he slashed across the man's stomach, face and chest.

Shavetiel shook her head as she got to her feet, she stared contemptuously at Jensang. He was bent over, his eyes and lungs burning from the thick smoke. They raised their fist simultaneously. Jensang took a deep breath.

“Clear your mind.” he mumbled under his breath before shaking his hands loose and re-clenching them. Jensang struck first, having the advantage of the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the dizziness Shavetiel was experiencing. He sent her staggering back with an uppercut, a round house kick to the side and an axe kick to her shoulder. She let out what sounded like a muffled, exasperated cry as she gripped her shoulder tightly. Jensang smiled smugly, she wasn't so tough without her swords. She aimed a kick at his head, Jensang sidestepped it.

“Fool me once.” he grimaced, tapping the side of his head. What happened next could only be classified as sheer luck. Jensang kicked her hard in the chest, elbowing Shavetiel in the jaw. He brought his leg back for another round house kick, he swung too hard, throwing himself off balance and onto the floor as a stream of blue flames passed over his head, hitting Shavetiel dead on. She screeched and withered before falling to the floor and thrashing around until she ceased moving. Nathaniel whimpered; his hand outstretched as he took a step back before rushing the Shavetiel's side. The hooded man got to his feet slowly, gripping his side and swaying slightly. Nathaniel moaned like a wounded dog, stroking her cheek as he cradled her in his arms. Raphael began to applaud from the perch he had taken on the window sills high above the floor. The smoke billowing past him cast a dark shadow across his face, the flames made his eyes appear to glow red. Alastor gleaming brilliantly behind him.

“Bravo. Bravo. I am truly impressed.” He clapped twice more before snapping his fingers. Nathaniel stared up at him defiantly. He glared at Jensang before vanishing with a faint popping noise, Shavetiel's body falling limp once more.

“That was his sister you succeeded in so masterfully killing with your clumsy antics.” He scoffed as he agilely jumped down from the window, landing gracefully on the floor.

“What a fine sword. I must say.” he smiled, raising Alastor with ease, twirling it this way and that, marveling at it. “You.” he pointed the blade at the hooded man, who was now hobbling down the aisle.

“I'm not done with you yet.” Raphael grinned ruefully. The man leered over his shoulder

“I am sorry to disappoint.” he wheezed before falling forward through a portal that disappeared as quickly as it had come. Raphael smirked.

“Interesting.” He licked his lower lip turning back to Jensang. He grinned and held out his arms.

“Well it seems as though you have my full attention.”

Jensang glared at Raphael as he leaned against a wall, he felt light headed and was having more than enough trouble breathing.

“Hmmm, can't take the heat?” Raphael chuckled. Jensang swallowed hard and held out his hand.

“Retsam ruoy ot nruter. Drows eht ot dnuob sdnasuoht fo reyals, ssenkrad lanrete, ssybba eht ot yek Abaddon nomed taerg eht.” `The great demon Abaddon key to the abyss, eternal darkness, slayer of thousands bound to the sword. Return to your master.' Jensang mumbled. The words came from Jensel. Alastor trembled in Raphael's hands before shooting into Jensang's open palm. Jensang looked up, the fire glinting in his green eyes; he smiled, looking almost heroic. Raphael's expression became unreadable.

“Well, well that is interesting.” He rubbed his chin, summoning a metal rod with two curved blades at the end into his hands. He twirled it deftly.

“This is the Naginata of Cozen. I received this upon becoming the 4th archangel.” he stared at it with the fondest expression. Jensang darted forward, he grew weary of Raphael's ramblings; the sound of steel clashing against steel rang out, sharp. He gritted his teeth as the jolt surged though his arm painfully. He glared up at Raphael.

“Bad form.” He shook his head; he pushed Jensang back, lashing out in one fluid movement. Jensang fell onto the floor as he dodged the first and second windmill like attack. Left, right, left, right. He rolled out of the way as one end of the Naginata came crashing down where his head had been. Jensang quickly got to his feet and held his sword at the ready, poised to jump back or spring forth at any given second. Raphael pulled the lethal weapon free with ease.

The battle raged on like a deadly but graceful dance. Even if the building burned to ashes around them, which seemed to be where it was headed, nothing could have stopped them. A bead of sweat rolled down Raphael's cheek as he slid back. Jensang's blade was hacked into the core of the Naginata. He pushed further hoping to cleave the weapon in two.

“You're sweating Raphael. Fresh out of your little tricks then?” Jensang grinned wildly, as Raphael craned his head away, Alastor's blade dangerously close to his neck.

For a second both men were distracted as the door that led to the school slammed shut. Luca Ayase stumbled into the burning chapel, staggered and fell. All the strength in Jensang's upper body seemed to fade.

“Luca.” he said breathlessly. His body lurched to one side as Raphael slid out from his sword.

“Surprise!” Raphael yelled, twisting his hands, one clock wise, and the other counterclockwise. The solid rod became two. Jensang's eyes grew wide in horror. A rookie mistake, getting distracted-if only for an instant-could change so much in a battle. He cried out in pain as one of the blade hacked into his same injured leg, the other narrowly missing his chest. Raphael continued his onslaught, cutting Jensang across the abdomen, the face and his back. When he stepped away, Jensang was still standing, but barely. He gripped the sword tightly. His cry was mixed with his anger and frustration as he threw all his weight into the attack. Raphael brought up the twin blades, shielding his face. There was a screech of metal and then silence as the shards of the Naginata of Cozen rained from Raphael's hands. He stared wide eyed as the blade drew closer. He did not scream as he felt it split open his skin and tear through muscle and veins and bone. Only when he saw his severed hand on the floor, flailing about like a fish did he chuckle to himself, trying to quail his bleeding arm.

“Luck my boy, seems to be on your side. Let's see just how lucky you are. Oh but look at the time. One can only wonder can you save them?” he bent down and picked up his hand.

“Who?” Jensang wheezed. Raphael smiled a knowing smile, his silvery wings sprouting from his back and in a hail of feathers and smoke he was gone.

Jensang staggered over to where Luca fell, Alastor dragging behind him. He knelt down, wiping blood from the gash on his forehead.

“How do I- How do I make it small?” he wheezed to Jensel.

“Nruter.” Jensel said quietly. Jensang repeated the spell and sure enough it became a necklace again. He shoved the necklace in his pocket before pressing his head to Luca's chest, she was still breathing, but barely. He stood, cradling her in his arms. He hesitated for a moment. Staring at the double doors that lead to the school. Part of him felt obligated to get Dante. To give him a proper burial. There was a horrible groaning as the rafters snapped and blocked both of his means of escape. Jensang looked around frantically for another exit. All the windows were much too high for him to reach. Until he saw it. Beautiful in all its glory, still in tact above the choir loft. Jensang ran to the front of the church. Past the pulpit, and the organ. He climbed into the choir loft carefully. He darted to the last row. Standing on a chair he placed Luca's body on the ledge below the window before pulling himself up.

Luca stirred and with blurry eyes looked up at Jensang, unsure of what was going on. He smiled at her. She looked past him to the window that loomed behind him. She clutched to him as he pressed her head to his chest. With what little room he had, he gave himself a running start before jumping, twisting as he did so that the first thing that hit the window was his shoulder. For a moment, he thought it hadn't been enough. But the glass began to spider and in an instant broke free, sending him and Luca plummeting toward the ground.

As if acting on their own, his wings unfurled, he clutched Luca tighter as they did. Though the pain was not as immense as the first time it still took its toll on his wrecked body. Inches above the ground, Jensang straightened, flying low and swift past the cops, the mess of sirens, fire hoses, and the hustle of dedicated firemen. He saw his lime green motorcycle waiting for him in the parking lot. He closed his eyes and wavered before colliding with the ground, sending Luca and himself sprawled onto the asphalt, his wings dispersing.

Luca awoke with a start; she looked around wildly, wondering how long she'd been out. The fire still raged a few yards away. The police and firemen seemed too distracted to notice her. And in the faint flickering glow, she saw Jensang lying not to far away. She crawled over to him and cringed at the sight. He looked terrible. She shook him gently, tears filling to the brim of her eyes. When he did not come around, she shook him harder. He felt his hand caress hers and she smiled in relief.

“Kida.” he whispered, dropping his hand, smiling faintly. The pit in Luca's stomach sank a little deeper. Her name was Luca. Not `Kida'. She shook her head. Jensang groaned and sat up slowly, running his hands over his face, smearing blood everywhere. Luca held up her hand in protest as he staggered to his feet. He pulled her up with ease and walked over to his bike, straddling it. He threw the helmet at Luca. She caught it and stared at him in disbelief. He revved the engine impatiently. She put on the helmet and got on the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“If I pass out, go to the address that's on my keys.” he said over his shoulder. Luca nodded. And with that he kicked off, flying away from the burning holy ground.

Jensang shook his head wildly as he rounded another corner, rushing past another stop light. His grip loosened on the acceleration, his vision blurring. His breathing became labored and he shut his eyes. Luca's hand shot from around his waist to the handle bars. He shook his head again and put one hand on the acceleration, using the other to guide her hands back to his waist. They swerved slightly as they approached the house, surrounded by a barricade of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks.

“No! No! NO!” He yelled, hoping off the bike, almost sending Luca and the Yahama rocket crashing into the street. He threw himself into the throng of people. Only to be pushed back and restrained by the police.

“That's my house!” Jensang screamed, the sense of dread growing in him. There was a scream that came from inside the house that made him fight harder.

“JULIA!” he cried, breaking free from the officer and darting onto to the lawn. The door was thrown off its hinges, he could see into the midst of the burning hall stood Nathaniel. In his arms he carried a very still Julia. The brave fire fighters rushed past him and out of the house. Jensang's heart filled with madness, he charged into the house, only to be pulled back.

“What are you crazy?!” yelled the fire fighter. Jensang looked back at the house, Nathaniel had gone with Julia. At some point Take had driven up. He ran over to Jensang and hugged him tightly.

“You're alright! Sort of. Did you get into a fight?” Take touched the cut on Jensang's forehead, he pulled back. Take smiled, “Julia was on the verge of calling the police when I told her you'd disappeared. Where is she?” He said in a rush. Jensang looked down as hot tears bubbled in his eyes.

“I'm sorry Take…I…I tried but-”he growled, furious with himself.

“No. No.” he shook his head in disbelief, “No. Where is- Julia?! Julia?!” he yelled, looking around frantically for a hint of her golden locks or the blue of her eyes. Then he stopped.

“Is this-is this what you were talking about?” Take pointed at the burning house. Jensang did not answer but averted his eyes. Take grabbed him by the jaw, forcing Jensang to look him in the eye.

“Answer me!” he hissed. Jensang remained stone faced. Take grip tightened as Jensang tried to pull away.

“Is. This. Your. Fault?” He stressed each word, trying to keep his voice even. Jensang swallowed hard.

“Yes.” he said with all the remaining strength he had. Take stared at Jensang in horror, letting him go. His hands curled into fist as he tackled Jensang to the ground, striking out at him in any way possible.

The paramedics rushed to break up the fight with difficulty.

“You're dead to me!” Take yelled. “WE TOOK YOU IN AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?! BRING THIS HELL UPON US! YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!” Take screamed, getting in one final kick to the ribs. Jensang withered on the ground, pain came crashing down upon him like a wave crashing down on the shore. Whatever that cream colored elixir with its healing- or at least forestalling properties had worn off. He cried out, clutching his knee to his chest. Jensang felt every broken bone, every cut, and every bruise flare into existence. His breathing was rasped and labored. His very skin felt on fire and stretched too tight.

“God.” he cried.

“Sit up.” Jensel coaxed. Jensang wheezed.

“I can't. I can't.”

“Concentrate. Push back the pain, at least until you are away from this place.” Jensel whispered. Jensang closed his eyes and shook his head. The paramedics were crowding around him, not quiet sure if they could move him. Take stared on with horrific curiosity, the anger that had been there seconds before seemed to have been pushed aside for the time being.

“A splint. Set his leg. Get him oxygen!” He yelled. The paramedics did as they were told, setting him on a dolly and putting him into the back of an ambulance. Take climbed in, vouching for Luca when they tried to deny her access.

Jensang looked up at Take, he opened his mouth to speak but Take roughly put the oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. He fell into deep thought absorbed in his observation of Jensang's wounds.

“Second degree burns, various cuts, two broken ribs… a broken knee cap, bruising-” he mumbled to himself. He ripped at Jensang's pant leg to observe the broken joint more carefully. His grew pale as he saw the fresh gash, blood still steadily seeping out. He looked up at Jensang piteously. He gripped the sides of the dolly as the ambulance swerved.

“Easy on the steering Eddy.” yelled the woman named Alice, sitting in the back with them.

“Some lunatic was in the middle of the street. I had to-” Eddy cursed loudly as the vehicle swerved again, this time more violently. There was a strange stillness before it rolled four times. Take, squinted in the darkness. He felt Luca squeeze his arm and he could hear Jensang moaning loudly. Eddy and Alice, if they were alive decided to remain silent. Take gasped as the back doors were thrown open. Moon light filtered in to the over turned truck as he felt the dolly being ripped out from beside him. He pushed past Luca, clutching her arm tighter, as he did his best to get out, helping her when he did. There stood a man, Jensang draped over his shoulder like a rag doll. Take froze and stared.

“Hell-o” the said sweetly, staring at Luca, pulling him over to her. He turned to Take and smiled a devilish grin.

“Goodbye.” he kicked Take hard in the stomach, sending him flying back into the ambulance. Everything went black.