The Immortal Warriors Boxed Set: Books 1-11

by H. T. Night

  “Helen, I think Tommy brought enough guys and we’ll be okay. Why don’t you pull back and be safe.”

  “You sure?” Helen asked. “Like I said, I’m here to fight.”

  “Why don’t you watch from a distance,” I said. “And if need be, join in. If not, you can pull back.”

  Tommy’s guys had now surrounded me. I looked out to the ‘beat-up’ and ‘broken-down’ fighters and said, “I’m not sure what Tommy promised you to covince you to come out, but I’m sure glad you’re here.”

  “He said you’re not a bad guy to have in our corner if we ever need it,” a Carni man yelled out.

  I nodded my head. “Do me right, and I’ll do you right. That’s the motto I live by.”

  “Then let’s kick some ass,” said a muscular Mani man.

  There were about fifteen Carni and ten Mani. I nodded at my Mani brothers and said, “If anyone has ever had a beef with Krull, this is the time you can pay him back.”

  “Krull?” one yelled out, terrified. “No one said this was going to be Krull’s crew.”

  “Is there a problem?” I yelled out.

  A couple of Mani looked at each other, transitioned and flew the hell out of there, like… well, bats outta hell.

  “Anyone want to leave now that you know what you’re in for?” I yelled out to the others.

  “I have nothing to lose,” one Mani said to me.

  Another one said, “I don’t even own my own life.” That was an odd comment, but I didn’t have time to dissect it.

  Suddenly, a rush of ravens came upon us from above. I guess they had regrouped up in the air. I was glad they did because it gave me time to settle in with these guys.

  Krull and his followers all landed about 200 yards to the left of us. In unison, they all transitioned and stood like a fierce group of warriors ready for battle. These were top-of-the-line fighters, but thank God I had fighters who were tried and battle-tested, too. In front of the pack was Krull. Damn! He was scary to look at! He looked like Genghis Khan on steroids!

  Why the hell were they here?

  I decided to get this thing going the best way I knew how... with my mouth. I walked out to the front of my group and eyeballed Krull. “I didn’t take you for a punk, Krull!” I yelled out.

  “Which one of you is Josiah?” he asked.

  “You know who I am, you Samurai turd,” I said. “At last, you know my size thirteen feet that tattooed your face.”

  “Oh yes, Mr. Blindside. Very nice,” he said.

  “So, what’s the deal, Jackie Chan?” I continued to yell out. “Why are you chasing me when I’m all alone? I thought you fought with more honor than that.”

  “Honor? There’s no honor in a quarrel, you petulant child.” Krull turned to his fighters and they all laughed.

  “Good to know the moral code you live by.”

  “The only moral code I live by is one of death and destruction,” Krull yelled out.

  “I have one question for you,” I said. “And I need you to wrap your little brain around it to try to answer it to the best of your pathetic ability: Why tonight?”

  “Why not?” Krull yelled. “I know you think we are going to have an Armageddon showdown of epic proportions. The way I figure it, why go through all that unnecessary bloodshed when I can just destroy you by myself?”

  “By yourself? You did bring forty of your best fighters.”

  “They’re just here to look pretty. This fight is between you and me. I figured I’d just kill you and be done with it. For all I know, it might take the Triat another 10,000 years to produce another one like you.”

  “Is that what you want?” I yelled. “A one-on-one fight?”

  “The only thing I want is to kill you. So, however that happens, it doesn’t matter to me.”

  Then something happened that moved me. It reminded me, in the end when all the cards were on the table, who always had my back, when it mattered. Tommy walked over to me and yelled out, “No one is going to touch Josiah. If you came here tonight to try to kill him, I’m afraid that was your first mistake.”

  Krull looked at Tommy with disgust. “Please tell me, wolf-boy, what is our second mistake?”

  “Not knowing who his friends are.” Tommy raised his hands, transitioned into the great gray wolf and charged Krull. He leaped on top of him and tackled him to the ground. Krull had no idea what to make of it. Tommy was laying a pretty good beat down on him, but even I knew that wasn’t going to last long with someone as tough as Krull.

  Within seconds, an all-out war was on.

  All of the Carni men, except for Tommy, had to fight in their human forms. But that didn’t seem to matter because these were some tough-as-nails fighters. Fights were breaking out all over the place. There was bloodshed of epic proportions. Everywhere I looked, there was a fight going on. This was some serious stuff. Mani and Carni were dying out here. These guys that Tommy brought were fighting like they had nothing to lose. I loved that, because ever since I was seven years old, that was how I approached every fight I had ever been in.

  More than once, I got my hands dirty. Most of these guys were avoiding me. They knew they didn’t want to get into it with me. Every chance I had, I put a pretty serious beat down on a guy. There was only one guy I wanted and Tommy was doing a pretty good job fighting him.

  But in the end, Krull was too seasoned and too tough. He was able to get a hold of Tommy and he nearly broke his leg in half. He chucked Tommy’s body forty feet in the air and Tommy landed on the ground, dismantled, and Krull went flying after him. Krull unloaded a sea of punches onto Tommy’s face.

  That was not going to continue. I launched myself into Krull and just leveled him with a kick to the side of his head. Krull went stumbling to the ground.

  He stood up and it was a face-off between him and me. This was what he wanted and this was what I knew had to be done. We exchanged punches and kicks and we were damn even on every level. We both landed a couple of shots, but nothing serious. We were two highly trained fighters that seemed to be perfectly matched. We fought for what felt like to be an hour. We completely exhausted ourselves. Finally, Krull gave up. He whistled to his men and they all took off. Before he left, he said, “I see you have been trained by Atticai. Tell him, well done.” Then Krull and his Mani all transitioned and flew out of there. It was over... just like that.

  Chapter Nineteen

  When the dust cleared, I could see Helen in the distance. “You okay, my friend?” she asked in my mind.

  “I’m doing all right,” I answered.

  “I will see you soon,” she said, with a look of pride in her eyes. Then Helen took off in the opposite direction that Krull and his men had gone.

  I ran over to Tommy. He was holding his leg.

  “Is it broken?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. It hurts, dude.” Tommy winced. “I screwed it up pretty bad.” His leg was a bloody mess. We needed to clean it off and see what kind of injury we were dealing with.

  “Let’s head back to the arena so I can see one of the doctors,” Tommy said.

  I looked down at my dear friend who went to battle for me and said, “Sounds like a plan.”

  I put Tommy on my shoulder and walked back to the sixteen guys still standing that had fought alongside me. Seven of them laid down their life here today. I’m not sure why, but they did.

  Why? Why would any of them fight this kind of fight if they didn’t have to?

  I looked at all the men. They were bloodied and exhausted and I didn’t know what to say. “Let’s take a moment for the guys who lost their lives tonight,” I said. I thought I would at least recognize the men who took their last breath out here on this night.

  We all put our heads down and I said a little prayer. After a moment, I looked up to the men and said, “You all fought bravely. I’m not exactly sure why any of you would get mixed up in this, but I’m sure glad you did.”

  “Why are you surprised, Josiah? We know who you a
re,” one of the Mani men yelled out.

  “All I can say is thank you. You all risked the money you’re making with Romero to be here.”

  “The money we’re making?” A Carni laughed out loud. Then everyone else laughed. “I’m not sure what you’ve been told, Josiah,” he continued. “None of us are paid. We’re all paying off debts!”

  “Wait a second,” I asked. “None of you actually gets paid?”

  “Technically, you can call it that. God knows Romero does. That guy pretty much owns our soul until our debts are paid off. And when it gets paid off, he could give two shits about you. There’s always another newbie that is going to be indebted to him. I heard he forces humans against their will to become Mani and Carni so they can fight here to pay off their debts.”

  “That’s what happened to me,” the muscular Mani man said. “I was an up-and-coming mixed martial arts fighter, just like you, and refused to throw a fight that cost Romero a lot of money. He caught up to me and gave me an ultimatum. He was either going to kill me or I had to become a Mani and fight for him.”

  That was one of the worst things I ever heard. “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Militia,” he said.

  “Your parents were creative in naming you,” I joked, knowing full well that was only his fighter name. I was utterly shocked. I could not believe the rosy picture Romero had painted to me about his little underground mixed martial arts world. He was only making a huge profit off of all these guys. He wasn’t paying anyone. He was using them in a way that was Third World, to say the least.

  We put ourselves together and headed back to the arena. I still had Tommy on my shoulder. I thanked the guys one more time and took Tommy and headed to the back. The guards recognized us and let us through, but not without radioing something in. Obviously, Romero was being told Tommy was hurt.

  “Let’s go see Gary,” Tommy said. “He’ll keep my injury on the down low; he hates Romero as much as the fighters.”

  I had no idea Romero was so hated by the fighters. I’m not sure if he was clueless about the fact, or doesn’t even care. My bet is a guy as rich and powerful as he is could give a rat’s ass what his employees thought about him.

  We entered Gary’s training room and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head the second he saw how bashed up Tommy’s leg was.

  “What the hell happened, Tommy?” Gary asked.

  “You don’t want to know, Gary,” Tommy said.

  He helped me get Tommy over to the table, so he could lie down. Gary was short and bald. He was pushing seventy and clearly was an old-school trainer. God knows how long a guy like this had been doing this kind of thing.

  Gary cleaned Tommy’s leg off with soap and water. Other than the large gash directly above his knee, Tommy seemed to be able to move it freely. I was pretty sure he hadn’t broken anything.

  After about twenty minutes of Gary doing tests and taking x-rays, he came into the room and said, “There’s good and bad news. The good news is there is no permanent damage. The bad news, you won’t be able to fight again for another three months.”

  “You sure, Doc?” I asked. “This isn’t one of these cases where you say he won’t walk again and it gets better overnight?”

  “No, it’s the best case scenario. He could try to do some training in eight weeks, and then probably be able to fight four weeks after that.”

  Crap, Romero was going to kill both of us!

  “How many fights do you have left?” I asked Tommy.

  “Maybe seven,” he said, gritting his teeth. He was obviously still in pain. “Hey, Gary, can you give me something for the pain?”

  “No problem, Tommy. I’ll give you a month’s worth of painkillers.” Gary left the room to go find Tommy some medication.

  “Dammit, this is all my fault, Tom. I shouldn’t have asked you to come help.”

  “Josiah, I don’t give a shit. I would help you anyplace, anywhere. Romero can kiss my ass. I have made that asshole so much money.”

  “Why would I want to kiss your ass, Tommy, especially after you broke my ‘no fighting unless it’s in the ring’ rule?” Romero shouted behind us. He entered Gary’s training room, followed by at least eight bodyguards.

  “Don’t worry, Romero. I can still fight. It’s just going to take a couple months,” Tommy said.

  “That might be so, Wolfie, but the deal we had is off.”

  “Fuck you, Richie Rich!” Tommy yelled from the table. “I have busted my ass for you.”

  “A deal is a deal, and if you can’t fight, there’s no deal. It’s that simple.” Romero then looked over at me with a look that said, ‘Look what you did.’

  “Relax, Tommy,” I said, trying my best to keep the situation under control. “Let me talk to Romero alone in the hallway.”

  Romero looked at me like I was crazy. “I know you think you’re an important person in your little vampire world, Josiah. But after tonight, I have nothing to say to you. You nearly got one of my fighters killed tonight because of your little issues. As of right now, there are seven fighters unaccounted for. That is seven debts you owe me.”

  “I owe you?” I said, laughing. “I don’t owe you—or anyone else—shit.”

  “Oh, I think you do,” Romero said. Now his bodyguards surrounded him and appeared to be ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

  “We have bent over backwards for your little human trafficking operation here,” I said.

  “Technically, there are no human trafficking laws being broken. The last time I checked, none of my fighters were human.” Romero smiled at me with a devilish look.

  I needed to hold my ground. I didn’t need this shit. I was sick and tired of Romero and he was going to hear it from my lips. “Say what you will, but we’re going to work something out tonight, or there’s going to be a lot of bloodshed, starting with you, little man.”

  “Little man?” Romero looked as if he was going to come out of his skin. “Are you threatening me? You think I’m going to let some Mani thug come into my house and threaten me?”

  “Call it what you want. You either work out a deal with me, or I’m taking Tommy. And if you try to stop us, the first one to die will be you.”

  As of that moment, every gun in the place was now pointed at Tommy and me.

  Guns didn’t scare me. They couldn’t even kill me.

  “You might as well have all guns in this arena pointed at me. Guns don’t intimidate me. So, what’s it going to be? Are we going to work out an honest deal? Or am I mopping up this joint, starting with your face?”

  Romero couldn’t believe what I had just said. He stared at me for what felt like an entire minute. Then Romero began laughing. “You are one crazy motherfucker! Holy shit, the balls on this kid!” He stared at me and I didn’t flinch. Then he calmly said, “We’ll work out a deal. Meet me upstairs in five minutes.”

  “It’s just going to be you and me up there,” I said. “You can have your ‘entourage of camouflage’ stay outside.”

  “Isn’t it always just you and me, Josiah?”

  Chapter Twenty

  I entered Romero’s suite and once again, he was planted in his chair. “You’re fearless, aren’t you, Josiah?”

  “I have to be. I’ve never had a choice.”

  “Have you always been that way?” Romero was looking me over and I couldn’t tell if he was turned on or impressed. It didn’t matter to me, both concepts I could give two shits about at the present moment.

  “I’ve been kicking ass for quite a long time. It’s all I know, it’s the one thing I’m sure I can do.” I was still standing by the door. I wasn’t sure if I trusted him. I was a little skittish. Having ten automatic weapons pointed at you minutes earlier kind of does that to you.

  “It’s refreshing having someone talk the way you did to me in there. I have had ‘yes men’ around for almost twenty years.”

  “I bet you have,” I said.

  “It’s annoying.�
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  “I could only imagine.” Even though I had followers, the last thing I had was ‘yes men.’

  “Okay, Josiah, because of your little war tonight, I lost ten fighters.”

  “Seven,” I said, correcting him.

  “So you do know the number?”

  “I’m only repeating the number you said earlier.”

  “You and I both know some of my men died for your little cause. That costs me money. That is what we need to work out first. And not to mention Tommy is going to be on injury reserve for the next six months.”

  “It’s going to be three months.”

  “Three, six, doesn’t matter to me. All I see is lost dollar signs.”

  “I bet you do. So, let me get this straight, you need for me to pay off all seven debts. Let me guess. You want me to fight in their place?”

  “That assumption is accurate,” Romero said.

  “Look, I fully understand the kind of operation you’re running here. You prey off of other people’s greed and misfortune. This isn’t the ‘day spa’ that you made this place out to be. These are a bunch of guys basically fighting for their lives on a nightly basis. You insinuated they were all being paid. The part that I can’t figure out is how I was different?”

  Then it hit me. Romero just wanted me close. He was never intending to ever pay me a dime. He was waiting for me to make a mistake so I would owe him, too. In this case, he lucked out that I offered up Tommy when I was drunk and didn’t even realize it at the time.

  “That’s neither here nor there, Josiah, someone needs to pay up.” Romero was now in full Donald Trump, businessman mode. He was going to get what he wanted or I wasn’t going to leave the room. I knew I didn’t have a lot of leverage, but I had some, because he needed me. I sure as hell didn’t need him.

  “You do understand,” I said, “I could say, ‘Screw Tommy! Kill him!’ And I could easily fight my way out of here.”

  “Really? You would say that about your dearest friend in the world? Even after he saved your ass with Krull? I don’t see someone with your integrity doing that kind of thing.”