Season 2 - Blogisode 13

CHAPTER 13


Christian dodges through the mayhem as blood and bullets flash past him.

Set leads the way cutting a vicious path for them with the frenzied excitement of a predator caught to the scent of death. Man and beast alike, he cleaves through them with tooth and talon separating them from their lives with no qualms as to which side who is on.

Christian keeps safe pace in a great work of not involving himself in the devastating quarrel. Half man half monster he can hardly make mind to which side he aught fight for, which would appear a trivial debate given Set’s lack of prejudice toward his encounters.

Gunshots ring out over the call of the alarm as they reach the far back of the interiors exterior. A second’s glace over one shoulder paints a tapestry of a losing battle on both sides, across the yard more death than life.

Set kicks through a splinter of a door and grabs Christian by the tatter dragging him in behind.




SAME TIME

A thrashing beast, seven feet of horn, fang and scale, spots her from mid court. Its eyes lock with hers, a grin all too human runs its jaw as it makes its advance upon her.

“Fuck.”

She runs.

Jade foots with quick through the maze of death pivoting on toe and heel past the fallen and near fell.

The demon rushes without break to her heels, a swipe takes her.

Jade bites her tongue to hold the pain as she tumbles to the painted earth, her right calf cut deep, an inch if not more.

Her aggressor stands over her, preps to lunge.

She spins round on her back to greet him as he comes down on her, her knife finds his throat first.

Planted under the girth of the dead weight she struggles to squirm free. Half out her eye catches a glimpse, two men, or rather near men, a shattered door.

The prisoners have escaped.




SAME TIME

Nine stares blank to face, vision quiver, at the sight beyond his window.

The chaos they had thought long dead, the horror that had been pushed deep into the recesses of their minds, stands now at his doorstep, contorting about in a hideous blood mass, devouring his subjects, making death to his kin.

“Dear God…”

He shakes loose the sight and pulls himself from kitchen glass. With a stumble of nerves he scatters back through the hall toward his bedroom, sure to shut and lock the door behind him.

What do they want? Why now? The council had been bound to a treaty with these animals for ages, not once had they broken the bond save for the brief period when Moloch had taken reign and made waste of their ancient bond, now this?

The council of nine, to which Nine was a long standing member, had been left to assume that after the last respite there would be no more of this.

They had been made to believe that all of the Reptilian, Annunaki, or whatever one wanted to call them, had been removed from this plane and that the council was to be charged with the duty of keeping the order from this point on.

How is it that they could even be here?

A crashing and splinter of wood and rock from someplace beyond his bedroom door pulls Nine from his bewildered trance. The squawk of voice, less half than human trailing down the hall from the entranceway.

“If they expect me to come quiet…”

His voice drifts off to a grumble as he clamors through boxes and trinkets stuffed and stacked in the back of his closet.

“Ahh.”

CLICK CLACK

He spins round to face the door, cocked shotgun in arm, teeth grit.

The sound of shuffled hoof and talon scrape closer. The hiss and shift silences direct past the bedroom door.

The knob tries, shifts and gives with a clink.

“It’s open.” He shouts out toward the advancing hoard.

He raises the gun chest level, eyes the crack between the wall and door as it slides ever wider.

BANG!




BELOW

Set and Christian haste way several yards down a coiling staircase which stops abrupt at face to a large steel door embedded deep in the subterranean rock below the station. No lock or handle, a small dimly lit key pad illuminates their scene mounted to the right of entrance.

“How did you do that? I mean, and why were you killing your own kind? They came here to rescue you.”

Set addresses Christian’s query as he punches code into the glowing 1 through 9.

“Those creatures you refer to as my kind would sooner see me dead than free. This was not a rescue mission, it was a warning.”

“I don’t get it.”

The key pad chimes in, a click and whirr, then the door hums open.

“You don’t say.”

Set steps through the portal, Christian follows without word.




SAME TIME

Jade slights cautious down the winding staircase, gun in each hand, set to hair triggers and twitched to rush.

Her clothes, half drenched in the cold blood of her fallen challenger, clings wet to her frame, dust and debris cakes in the thin gashes spread sparsely across her body.

She comes to stand at an open portal front and center where the staircase comes to end. The faint sound of voice and motion trails way down the dark tunnel.

She takes a breath, her eyes shift upward to lost world she now leaves behind. She can do no more than assume them all dead and move on.

If anyone was to blame it was the two men, or near men, that now kept pace some yards ahead of her.

She steps into the black.