Page 246 of Savior
Gripping the gun, I give him a single nod, and bolt towards the flaming remnants of the van. I put the two screaming Demons out of their misery as I pass, by way of a few rounds to the back of their heads, eternally silencing their screams. Viper’s bullets take out another few Demons around me, as I reach what’s left of the burning vehicle. I dive behind it, just as the motorcycles enter the tight clearing around the warehouse.
The rapid fire of Viking’s submachine gun, mows a few of them down as I roll to my feet… But there are also shot’s ringing out from the woods atop the sand hills. Shot’s that aren’t landing down here…
Fuck! No…
Legion has men in the forest, closing in on Viper, Axel, Diesel and Chopper…
Stepping out from behind the flaming van, I spray the reinforcements with bullets, emptying the entire clip. A few of them turn tail and book back down the trail to escape their fate when they see their cohorts dropping. Ejecting the clip, I slam in another as Viking lunges towards me.
“You have to get to Axel! They’re in the woods too!” I shove the Uzi at him, which he hurriedly takes and slings over his shoulder.
“You sure about this?” he asks, clearly worried for all of us at once.
“I’m sure, go!” I insist, briefly gripping his shoulder. There’s no time to think anything over. Viking nods quickly, then turns and makes a mad dash for the hills.
Not a moment later, I hear the faint screams of my name being called from inside the building.
Vanna… She is here. And she’s alive.
Removing my Desert Eagle from the holster beneath my cut, I head for the warehouse, ready and eager to kill everything and everyone, that isn’t Vanna.
“Get off of me!” I scream, struggling in Legion’s hold. “Dean! Dean!” I think I hear more bikes arriving. I don’t know whether they’re Saviors or more Demons.
Legion clamps his hand tightly over my mouth, whispering in my ear to calm down, that he has everything under control. Until we both realize his brother is chuckling with a sinister smile on his grotesque face.
“Aren’t you glad I arranged for reinforcements?” the monster sneers at Legion.
“Reinforcements?”
Oh God, why does Legion seem surprised?
“Reaper informed me, you may have taken too much of a liking to this bitch… I warned you, little brother. If you couldn’t get the job done, I’d put someone in charge, who would.”
Legion’s body goes rigid against my back, a tension coursing through him I can feel myself.
“You look displeased, Damien.” One side of the monster’s mouth grins wider. He presses that handkerchief he’s got clutched in his deformed fist to his drooling lip. “Imagine my disappointment, after all you’ve actually accomplished thus far… Only to fail in the end… Over a woman.” The creature takes a few steps closer to us, just as the rapid-fire of gun shots and shouting right outside, tappers off. The shots seem to be firing further away now. “You’ll have another chance to prove you’re still loyal to me.” The creature sneers at him, before his eyes drift to me. “Cut her.”
Legion let’s out an impatient sigh that borders more on a growl. “Now is not the time for these foolish-”
“I didn’t say kill her. I said cut her.” There’s a sick glint of excitement in the monster’s eyes.
Legion’s hesitation worries me. Is he actually considering following his brother’s command? Or is he stalling?
“Cut her!” the creature impatiently demands, “Cut her, and-”
“And I’ll make you wish Hell didn’t puke you back up.” Dean’s voice growls from the front of the warehouse. He’s got his gun raised, pointed in our general direction. His expression is hard and threatening. Though when our eyes lock for a few brief moments, I can see beyond his veil of fury, to the worry flickering inside. He shifts his focus to my captors, his gaze wavering back and forth between them as he moves closer to Cherry’s unconscious body on the ground.
Dean crouches beside her, checking her pulse, as the monster steps further behind Legion. I can still hear single shots and short bursts being fired at random in the distance outside.
I know Dean didn’t take the shot when he could have, because he’d never risk hitting me. He’s not going to fire that gun, as long as I’m within feet of either one of these creeps. They all know it.
Another contraction hits me, and I whimper against Legion’s hand, still clamped over my mouth. Silently praying I’m only experiencing Braxton Hicks due to immense stress, my heart begins to race faster as I try to imagine how this scenario could possibly play out in our favor.
“Well, now it’s a party!” The monster cackles at Dean.
Dean rises, taking a few slow steps away from Cherry. “Give her to me.”
The creature lingering near, scoffs. “You’re in no position to make demands.”
