Page 245 of Savior
“What did you give her? Why isn’t she waking up?” the monster asks, shoving Cherry’s unconscious body with his boot. She’s still unmoving and unresponsive to his prodding, on the gritty cement floor.
“Chloroform... And a sedative shot when we arrived.” Legion replies, leaning a little heavier on the back of my chair. I can almost hear the wince of pain in his voice, whenever he speaks now. “Such a little pixie of a girl… might have been a tad too much for her. She won’t remember much about tonight, if anything at all.”
For Cherry’s sake, I hope she doesn’t wake up… Not until this is all over. I want to scream at the monster to get away from her, but I’m afraid he’d hurt her, just to spite me for my connection to Dean.
I try to focus on anything but the fear racking every nerve in my being, zeroing in on the slight, repetitive, metallic clap of Legion’s zippo as he plays with the lighter in his long fingers beside me. Thumbing the lid up just enough to allow the hinge to snap it shut again.
Ping… Click… Ping… Click…
When I look at it, I’m surprised it isn’t his ever present, tarnished bronze one, with those two ironic words engraved in it.
“What happened to True Love?” I whisper to him, my voice shaky as I nod toward the oddly large, chrome lighter he’s clutching in his hand.
“True Love, sweet one, packs an even harder punch, than this one does.” He grins down at me, a longing look in his expression for a brief moment, and I can’t help feeling like that was a very loaded statement. Before I can even begin to evaluate all the possible meanings behind his reply, there’s a commotion outside that immediately draws both Legion and the monster’s attention to the front of the structure. They’re both on high alert now.
Men are yelling outside… What I can now recognize as the roar of motorcycles barreling closer to the building, vibrate off the walls of this building… Then gun shots… lots and lots of gun shots…
“Here’s to true love.” Legion whispers against my ear, holding the lighter in front of me. I watch him flick it all the way open. His thumb presses down on a little red button beneath the lid...
It isn’t a lighter at all… It’s a detonation device...
Everything seems to happen, all at once…
Within a second or two, there’s an explosion, somewhere close outside as Legion steps in front of me, the painted black windows in the front of this structure blowing in. The glass doesn’t reach us, but it’s loud. I felt the blast vibrate both the building and within my chest cavity. The shouts outside turn to screams, some of which are cut off by more rapid gun shots… Some go on screaming…
“Dean! Dean!” I scream myself, and I keep on screaming for him, becoming increasingly more aware of the pain beginning to radiate through my lower body… Oh no…
Legion cuts the ropes from my wrists and hauls me to my feet. His arm wraps around my neck, holding me against him.
“Brother! To me!” he shouts, grabbing the monster’s attention. “Stay behind me, he won’t risk taking a shot and hitting her.”
I’m barely aware of the creature shuffling in a hurry towards us.
Another pang of pain shoots through my pelvic region, and I wrap my arms as best I can, around Ace.
Oh God, Ace… Not now… Not here… Not yet…
Viking and I barrel down the dirt path and enter the clearing to the structure, just as Viper’s first shot rips through the side of a Demon’s head, exiting out the other in a bloody spray at his temple. The force of the bullet rocks his already deceased body several feet to the side, before it lands, splayed out, in the dirt.
We barely get to open fire as we dismount our bikes, before the black van parked near the front of the structure, explodes.
The blast knocks the both of us backwards, nearly taking the wind out of me as my back slams up against the wall of the sand hills that encircle this entire area.
“What the fuck!” Viking shouts, landing hard beside me.
Grabbing for my gun before Legion’s guys regain their bearings and start shooting at us, I realize that blast took out another six of his own men. Two of them still alive, writhing on the ground, burning.
Instead of putting them out of their misery, Viper’s bullets tear into another two Demons from above, dropping them to the dirt as well.
In the distance, the sound of more motorcycles rapidly approaching, echoes down the only path, in or out.
This makes more strategic sense… Legion was hoping to get us in here and trap us. These men were just those he was willing to sacrifice to draw us in. The explosion was probably the signal for the others to join the fight.
I know Viper will cover us, and Viking and I have only seconds to reposition ourselves.
“I’m making a break for the building,” I tell him, “gonna empty this magazine on them as they enter the clearing, then I’m going after Legion. If they turn tail-”
“No mercy.” Viking growls. “I’ll kill them all.”
