by Greg Dragon
The deeper they got into the tunnel, the darker it seemed to grow, and before long James had to use his watch to light the way. They stopped when they got to a parked subway train and James found a way to get the door open. He motioned for them to get inside. The train had seen better days, and like the system that ran below the city, it hadn’t seen much use since the invention of hover-tech.
“We need lights,” Tracy said, and they all made their own grunts of approval. “I wonder how long this has sat here,” she said after a while and James got up and switched on his watch.
“That’s a really good question,” he said. He stood up and shone the light on their faces. “Stay put while I go see if we’re really alone on this train. I’ll take CeeCee with me, just in case. But we should be back in about fifteen minutes.”
Alysia and James walked the length of the train and then forced open the door that led to the adjoining car. It was pitch black, but Alysia found that she could see the shapes of the seats and her father next to her. James fiddled with his watch and the light came on, and he touched his daughter’s arm to get her attention.
“We’re wasting our time; there’s nothing in here. If there was, they would need light to get in and out, and I don’t see anything to tell me that anybody has been in here,” he said.
“But we need to be in here, Dad. That’s the thing. We’re going to need a source of light, and we’re going to need supplies,” Alysia said.
“What about your girls? Do you think that they can help?”
“They’re like little girls, Dad. They’re handy, but they don’t know the city. I fear that they would get in trouble if I let them out.”
James looked around for an answer. He had led them into the underground subway to avoid the bomb, but he hadn’t thought about it in depth. He had to find a way for them to get light inside of the train.
“Let’s keep moving till we get to the engine,” he said. “Maybe there’s something there, or we may luck out and find there’s still some power left to light this bad boy up.”
Alysia took the initiative, and pushed ahead to the next car. They traveled through six more cars before they arrived at the engine. When they got to it, Alysia reached over and quickly touched her dad’s watch to turn off the light.
“Don’t move,” she whispered, and stood still with her hand on the hilt of her sword. There were a host of red eyes outside of the train, and one of them was in the engine. She knew that it was due to her powers that she could see them, because if James Knight had seen them, he would have stopped on his own volition.
The demon saw her behind him and charged the door in order to alert his brethren. Alysia leapt forward and cut off the hand that reached for the door. She elbowed him back against the wall and then ran him through with the Twilight Sword. The creature froze when the blade hit home and then its body fell to the ground as it disintegrated.
Alysia knelt down and ran her hand through the remains and the light flaky texture reminded her of ashes. The Twilight Sword incinerates them, she thought to herself. This is going to be very convenient. She stood up and looked back outside at the other demons who all seemed frozen in time as they stood there, blinking but doing nothing else. They hadn’t heard their comrade die, so she whispered a quiet prayer of thanks. There were simply too many of them out in the tunnel, and even with the Twilight Sword burning them, they could swarm her, and that would not be good.
“We’re in trouble, Dad. I think they are living down here,” she whispered to a stoic James Knight, who had been standing there asking her what was happening while she killed the demon.
“They, who? What are you seeing CeeCee? There’s nothing but blackness from what I can see.”
“Oh! I am sorry, I keep forgetting. Demons, Daddy, like before, but they are down here. Hundreds of them. Even if we try to fight them all, we will be overrun,” Alysia said.
“What was all that noise just now?” he asked.
“One was inside the engine. I had to kill it, or it could have attacked and followed us back.”
“Okay, so we need to hurry back,” James said, and fumbled back the way he had come.
When they got back to the rest of the party, they found them in good spirits. Tracy was telling a ghost story, and the rest were sitting on the benches, quietly listening to it.
“We need to get out of the tunnels as soon as possible,” James said when the light from his watch brought them around.
“What did you guys find in here?” Tracy asked, scrambling to her feet and grabbing her gun.
“Hundreds of demons are on the other side of the train,” Alysia said. “We need to find somewhere else, just in case they decide to go for a walk and find us.”
Tracy was about to object when a high-pitched noise forced her to put her hands to her ears. They all had to do it in hopes of saving their eardrums, and then the sound of thunder replaced the ear-splitting screech. The world around Alysia’s party began to shake erratically, and the debris from the top of the tunnel rained down loudly onto the roof. The noises that came from all around them were alien and frightening, and James’s light went out, leaving them to experience it all in darkness.
A few seconds into the terror and it felt as if the train had become a part of a rollercoaster. To Tracy, it felt as if the earth gave out from below her and then collapsed to the floor. When she was airborne again, she grabbed onto one of the poles to keep from flying into a wall. Loud noises became their reality, and it went on for about ten minutes before it got quiet and the train settled down and stopped moving.
A cold mist settled over everything and drifted into the tunnels where the seven survivors tried their best to regain their composure. It made them sleepy and lethargic, and no matter what they tried, the sleep turned out to be stronger. Before long, all of them were on the ground, bruised, battered, asleep, but alive.
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When Alysia opened her eyes, she noticed there was now light inside of the subway. She thought that it was part of her power—some untapped sight from becoming unconscious. She looked back at the other cab and there was a gaping hole in the ceiling. It wasn’t her power that allowed her to see; the light from the sky was peeking through a deluge of debris.
She got up and checked to make sure t everyone was okay. They all were asleep, with the exception of Jaime and Isobel.
“Are you two alright?” she asked, spitting the dust from out of her mouth.
“Yeah, but my head is spinning,” Jaime said. “What the hell was that? It felt like we got hit by another train.”
Alysia woke the rest of the party up and then walked over to the collapsed hole and peered up. There were screams and cries coming from the streets above, and the smell of sulfur was once again strong in the atmosphere.
“We need to get out, fast!” she yelled at her party, and she scurried through the hole and up the landslide to what turned into the ruins of what used to be the city. She helped to pull Isobel up, then Koko, then Jasmine, and finally Jaime. Tracy came out next, and then James, who looked mad enough to hit someone.
“That was a bombing,” James said. “But that wasn’t our technology. Somebody did that on their own, and I bet they killed a whole lot of innocent people in the city. Look at this mess!” he said, and spun around slowly with his arms outstretched. “Who thought this was a good idea? I mean, the entire city had to feel that impact and everybody who was above ground – I don’t even know. I can put money on it that the demons are still running around here too, alive and well. Count on one fool in the government to make a bad call like that and speed up the extinction of the human race.”
Alysia felt a deep wave of sadness overtake her, but when she looked around at the rubble, it seemed as if only a few buildings had fallen from the bomb’s impact. She didn’t see any fires, and the air, though thick with sulfur, was still breathable. They had been so worried in the past that there would be some sort of radiation, but she fe
lt fine. The subway must have saved them from the worst of it.
“Was it always this chilly?” Jaime asked, and Alysia realized that the temperature had dropped significantly since the time when they’d run into the subway.
“It’s cold and the temperature is dropping,” she said. “Maybe that is what the bomb did. The demons are relatively naked and too stupid to cover up, so a harsh winter could freeze them out, along with the other things that don’t belong here. What do you think, Dad? Tracy?”
“I think it brings up another dilemma,” Tracy said. “We need to find warm clothes and shelter, fast.”
“Wait a second,” James said. Everyone looked back at him. “These buildings got rocked, old buildings that have been standing for years. We should be covered in dust, our lungs should be filled with the stuff, and the place should be absolute bananas.”
“That’s true,” Tracy said. “Then it wasn’t a bomb. Where the hell are we, and what was the noise and the destruction about, then?”
They walked around, taking note of the refuse and everything around them. Alysia scanned the skies to make sure they hadn’t accidentally triggered something to throw them into the demon world. Her father was right; it didn’t make any sense. The sky seemed overcast, but the sun was fighting to show its glory; she recognized a billboard that they had run past to make it to the tunnel.
“Do you guys see that?” she asked them, pointing at the billboard as her heart raced in anticipation.
“This is some seriously freaky sh—” Jaime started, but Alysia cut him off.
“See the rust, the fading of the paint, and the condition of that thing? It was new when we went down there. I’m not sure why a bomb could age it that quickly,” she said.
Tracy pulled out her phone and flipped through the screens. The interface had to do a quick update, but when it came back online, it showed them that thirty years had passed since they first went inside the subway. She showed it to everyone and they all looked confused; not even Isobel had witnessed the passage of time in that way before.
“So, we missed the last thirty years,” Tracy said, and there were tears falling from her eyes. “Time travel exists now? As if this mess can get any deeper. Thirty years is a lifetime! Look at this mess! New York is a wasteland now; I don’t even see demons running around. Is everyone dead? Are we the last survivors? Why are there buildings on the ground?” She was completely hysterical.
“Subway tunnels … it’s always subway tunnels,” Alysia said after a long silence. “I was captured and trained in a place that looked like an old subway tunnel and Dad, you said that when you woke up after Chaos attacked us, that you were in an old subway tunnel too. Why does everything seem to stem from the subway?”
“So, here’s the thing,” Jaime said suddenly, his face a mask of amusement. “No more subway tunnels, not until we figure out what the hell is going on.”
Chapter Two
A loud screech split the heavens, and Alysia drew her sword in unison with the other three girls. James grabbed his rifle from their supply pack, and Tracy looked around for some cover.
“James, back here,” she said, and pulled him and Jaime back to where a mountain of rubble stood next to what used to be a gas station. She and the two men set up positions to take on whatever it was that was coming, and Alysia and the girls formed a half circle and waited.
The screech got louder as something that appeared to be a flying man broke through the clouds and flew towards them. Koko jumped to the side as it threw a crude lance at her, and then rolled to the side as James and Jaime started firing at it.
Jasmine ran one way while Isobel the other, but Alysia stood in place, watching the demon intently as it banked, soared up high into the sky, and then came at her with intent to crash. The Twilight Sword remained in its sheath but her fingers danced in anticipation on its hilt. The creature landed with its fist hitting the ground where Alysia stood, but she jumped backwards, whipping the blade free and catching its arm as she landed safely away with the sword raised above her head.
Blood gushed from the open wound where the sword cut, but the demon did not seem to notice as it threw rocks at Jaime and Tracy, forcing them to run and duck for further cover. James was on the movie, taking precision shots at it, but the bullets were mere nuisances to the black beast, and it timed a rock perfectly to hit him in the chest and knock him out behind a park bench.
It was a giant, all black, smooth, and having the wings and visage of a bat. It wore black scale mail, with bracelets etched with jewels, and it was obvious that it was an intelligent, high-ranking demon, but they had never seen anything like it before.
Jasmine and Isobel finished their circling run to convene on the creature, and they both leapt and swung at its face with their swords. But the creature was too quick for their maneuver, and he flattened himself to the ground as their blades swung past his head, and then shot forward quickly, grabbing Alysia with talon feet as he did. In a matter of seconds, they were airborne. Alysia watched as the ground fell away from them as he climbed and she could see that the city, her beloved city, was now an icy ruin.
She kicked her legs and wiggled against his hold, but the creature had her locked in his grip. She reached for her sword, but he rolled mid-air, caught her arms and then tossed her away, flying off so that she could plummet to her death. Alysia felt the panic as she started to fall, but pulled the Twilight Sword free and flattened herself out, confident that Chaos would not allow her to die so easily.
The creature banked, and flew at Alysia with tremendous speed; he wanted to make sure she would die before hitting the ground. She timed him and brought the tip of the sword to meet him, and then when it struck, she ripped it to one side, and then swung it to the other. The creature screamed out in pain and then grabbed her by the waist. His grip was so sudden and powerful that she could feel her ribs breaking from his clutch. He rammed her into the side of a tall building, and then spun her and threw her through the window of another.
The pain was so intense, it was blinding, and as Alysia lay against a desk in what used to be an office, bleeding from every orifice in her body, she thought about what it would mean for her to fail. Across the world, numerous warriors like herself were empowered to take on the lost demons. Chaos had told her as much when she was with him. He would convert as many tough, human girls as he could find to remove the lost, but she had something they didn’t have. She had the fabled Twilight Sword. She used the sheath to climb to her feet and then hobbled over to the broken glass where she could see the demon flying around. It was throwing more debris at her friends, who fought back like heroes, dodging its projectiles and shooting up at it.
She thought about the period that had passed, of people in the bunker she had gotten to know. Were they still living there after all of these years, or was humanity all but lost, bunkers cleaned out to join the demon army? The wounds from the attack were slowly healing as she stood there in deep thought, and the sword pulsed, speeding it up as the energy returned to her limbs.
It was at that moment when disaster struck. Jasmine cut the creature when it flew too low, trying to snatch up Isobel. She lost her sword when she did, as it lodged inside the shoulder of his armor. So she decided to jump aboard on another flyby and the creature took her up into the sky in the same way that it did Alysia.
When it came back down she was missing, and Alysia panicked. She wished that part of her demon gift had given her wings. Where did it take Jasmine? She wondered when it came back hurling rocks, but after a few minutes she saw the broken body of the girl on top of one of the buildings. Her sword was next to her—she had managed to pull it free—and Alysia wiped her tears as she looked out at her helplessly, wondering how she could reach her to help her heal from her fall.
She took off down the stairs of the building to reach the floor. This time when I cut, it will die, she said to herself, and willed her limbs to heal faster as she made her way to the bottom.
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James Knight woke with a start, his mouth full of dust. He coughed and blew his nose hard, then rolled over to see what was going on. There was no sign of Alysia, and Tracy and Jaime were ducking behind a broken down bus. In the distance, he could see two of Alysia’s friends with their swords out, waiting, bouncing in their fighting stance the way they all did.
The creature landed in front of them, and they took turns slashing at him as they fought back. James looked for his pulse rifle and couldn’t find it, so he picked up a piece of pipe that lay near him and checked its length.
“You won’t flex like a Bo will, but you will have to do,” he said as he ran towards the creature. It looked at him and screamed, then backhanded Koko into the side of a broken down car. James caught up to him and twirled the metal Bo masterfully over his head. He spun and jabbed it into the creature’s chest, then as it swung a long arm to counter, he jumped and brought it down on his head. This enraged the creature, who chose to ignore Isobel and come at James. It dashed an elbow into the big man, who brought the Bo up vertically to block, but was still knocked airborne from the impact.
“Jimmy, DROP!” Tracy screamed as she recognized what would be coming next for him. The creature’s wings began to flap and it rushed at him, trying to snatch him up and take him into the air.
James flatted out on the ground and rolled to the side as the talons barely missed, but little Isobel had hit an angle that it didn’t anticipate. She ran with her sword low to the ground and then swung it up, taking a piece of the wing off as she crashed into its side. She pushed off and then somersaulted away, helping Koko to her feet as the creature screamed out of frustration.
“Looks like you’re grounded,” Alysia said as she stepped from out of the building with her clothes in tatters. The Twilight Sword was free and she walked confidently across the rubble to the scene of the fight. “FACE ME!” she screamed, and her eyes glowed red as the full essence of the power took her over and fed on her anger.
