"Well what! Motherfucker. What." Reuger kicked. "You are out-manned and out gunned right now."
"Yeah." Dorchester commented. "Says who. Look up at that camera in the corner. Say hi. There's probably about 10, maybe 20 people on the other side with a lot more guns than the both of us right now."
They all looked coldly in each one another eyes. Everyone was nervous, and tried hard not to show it. It took a minute, but someone finally made up their mind.
"Next time." said Able to Dorchester. Sweat forming on his bald head.
"Yeah," Dorchester came back. "Either that or we can all die right here right now. Only difference is my body's gonna get found. Yalla get found missing." his voice lowered. "Red Dead Redemption."
It took another minute of cold stares, but the Evolution members left the booth. Devin and Dorchester followed them outside. And like Dorchester told them, there were about fifteen people on the other side, all with different types of guns.
Meanwhile, Outside, a waste management worker was taking pictures, but began packing up by the time Devin and Dorchester walked out a minute or two after Reuger, Able, Diamond, and Kitten.
Across the street a bicycle was in the truck bed of Hollywood's silver Chevy Avalanche, and inside the truck sat the salt and pepper team, along with Victoria, all unnoticed behind the tinted windows. They were surveying the area for anything out-of-the-ordinary; Look-out men, and apparently over-looked the city waste management worker taking pictures of the gentleman club and customers.
Devin grabbed his cell phone and called Hollywood.
"Well..." Hollywood began, coughing behind weed smoke. "The two girls came out an' made a phone call. One went back in. When she came back out they both jumped in separate, twin Nissan 350z sport cars and sped out. It looked like after they left they were being tailed by an unmarked car.."
"Spoiled." Devin cut in.
"The two dudes left in a new black Hummer." he finished.
"Alright. That's it. You guys can head out." he hung up on Hollywood and called Surbenét.
"I gotta fellin' that somethin' just ain't right." Victoria told Hollywood and Vegas.
CHAPTER 10
Surbenét sat at a computer desk in the library when a cold wind brushed the back of his neck. It didn't matter. He continued to type: Demonic possession.
All the lights went out, and the room lit only by the moon.
He went to the center of the room and looked up. His eyes became the florescent night-vision spectacles that they had been earlier. He transformed into a Black Panther, laying to rest in the center of the library, and a dark, winged figure began soaring around the fullness of the moon.
11. Friday July 13, 2012 - 6:00 am
"In an accident that left two people dead and nine injured, Kitten and Diamond, from the rock band, Evolution, have been arrested following what the police say; From high speed race to high speed chase. The pair was racing, reaching speeds of 150 miles per hour on I64 going northbound, whizzing threw traffic. Police spokeswoman Jacki Trollier was in her unmarked cruiser when the pair flew by her leaving The Reciprocal gentleman's club. She followed them, and then called for backup. Once the police and state troopers responded to the call, things took a change for the worst. A traffic jam, which forced the two women driving twin model Nissan convertible sports cars, off the highway. And into a terrible seven car collision sending Jessica Prevette, also known as Kitten, threw the air, landing in a grassy area, luckily, only suffering from cuts and bruises. Her friend and band member, Alice Winters, better known as Diamond, was not injured and is now in police custody." Adam shelters reported on the local news.
CHAPTER 12
Diamond sat in handcuffs beside her top-notch lawyer in the cities police precinct interrogation room listening to a shabby dressed, older detective run down her charges, unsuccessfully getting her to cooperate with her previous incident before Jacki Trollier volunteered to go in and open things up a little. She went inside the room and a gleeful smile of accomplishment came to her face. She had been tracking the young ladies for years and now she finally had them right where she wanted them. "I got you this time." she calmly mentioned. "You and your little girlfriend. I've been waiting for the two of you to slip up. Maybe with your lawyer right beside you, we can work out something." she paused, "What do you think?"
Diamond looked to her lawyer. He nodded in agreement.
"Fuck you lady." was her response looking at Jacki's name tag, "TROLL-ier. What the fuck do you want?" she stared into her eyes.
Still grinning, Jacki answered, "That depends... Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail... or would you better prefer a slap on the wrist?"
"Diamond..." her lawyer began, "You have been advised of your rights and you do not have to give them any information that does not concern your case."
Jacki became serious, her voice rising slightly, "Lemme help you... Miss. Winters. We have at least twenty witnesses to your little Interstate drag race. You WILL end up with two manslaughter charges, SEVEN counts of attempted manslaughter, ILLEGAL street racing, RECKLESS driving, FELONY eluding... not to mention the firearms and drug charges, PLUS a host of other traffic violations and other shit on the way..." Jacki said, sitting down across from Diamond, "Now. We're running out of time here. The offer isn't going to last another two minutes." she lightened back up. "Wanna go home or you wanna go hard? Two minutes!"
Diamond and her lawyer looked to each other as if waiting on the other to respond. Jacki stood up. Then, Diamond's lawyer asked, "Can we have the magistrate set a bond?"
Less than an hour later Diamond posted a 2.5 million dollar bond, only to be tailed by the same custom, black van that was surveying Hollywood and Vegas at Valley's End apartments.
CHAPTER 13
Chelsey stood centered in a dark room with her head lowered and her hood removed, revealing her full, shoulder length, dark brown hair.
Behind Chelsey stood five hooded robed figures in a line. The ones on the left and right ends held staffs with blue flames that came from the tips. Across from them, on a higher platform, beyond 7 steps on thrones sat three figures draped in red robes, their faces being concealed within the darkness that loomed the setting.
"Propitious blessings, Chancellor. It is her." Chelsey confirmed. "The signs are eminent."
"...and how can you be so convinced?" The center Chancellor questioned.
"Your Excellency. I witnessed the incendiarism. Nothing was left of the home. Only the upstairs bathroom. It was burned as well, but the fire looked as if it had started there. The bathroom stood on a structure of burned wood. Everything else was diminished. Just a burnt outline of the home. There were neatly piled ashes that I believe, with slim doubt, was the husband and wife. A melted down iceberg holding onto the collection of small bones were the children. My armor appeared." she slightly raised her voice. "Is that not enough."
"It is... And it is not." the red robed figure on the left stated. "You still have yet an identity of her. We have more to assist you. Our colleagues have been out and about for centuries, as have we. And they have made illustrious, and, quite daring accomplishments into discovering that she might be nestled within a criminal enterprise within this city. And the ones that neighbor it."
"With this," the red robed figure on the right announced, holding out a black, leather portfolio. "You will have a vast majority of the information that you will need on your quest..." she accepted it. "Birth records. Death records. Property Assets. Family... What we do not have, have faith that you receive."
Chelsey stepped down, still facing the Chancellors, and pulled her hood over her. "I will, Chancellor."
Then, the centered Canceller spoke, "Stand fearless my child... Absolutions." he stood and came from the darkness that surrounded him. It was Rebekah's father, Michael Morgan.
"Blessed be, chancellor." she said, turning to walk past the five hoods.
They followed.
14. Ranch Estate
Sur
benét was chopping wood for the fireplace in the field of his ranch in France. In the center of the field was a replica statue of the 'Madonna of Pity'.
Sheep and sheep dogs roamed the property freely. He had a horse stable there, and a collection of exotic cars. Plenty of land, and his own private road leading to an airstrip.
The ranch sat on the foot of Mont Blanc, at the highest point of a valley, towards the edge of a cliff. It was separated from the mountain by only a canyon with a shallow stream, and nearby were other cliffs surrounding the snow filled mountain.
Agnes appeared on horseback carrying a large purse. She dismounted the horse and went into the purse, pulling out two thermos bottles filled with hot chocolate.
Surbenét put the axe down and took hold of the thermos. They began to converse, and during that, Agnes asked him why he had come back to France. He told her of Dr. Edin.
She gasped, "Dr. Edin? Andrew Edin?" she placed her hand over her heart.
He looked confused, "Yes. Do you know him?"
"Know OF him. He was all over the news before you arrived. You should of..."
"What? What are you insinuating? Just come out with it." he tempered.
"He's dead." was her dramatic conclusion.
Surprised, he asked "How?"
"His head was severed. If you'd of mentioned it when you called, I could of told you then. I am truly sorry..." she paused, "He was an eye doctor. What's wrong?"
Just then, sounds of thunder echoed. The pair looked up toward a higher cliff. A massive-size, male Ibex stood beside a larger ram. Surbenét and Agnes looked on.
Lightning bolts struck near the beasts. They never flinched.
"That should not be here; or together." Agnes mentioned worriedly, staring to the cliff, "A symbol of the devil. The thunder storms up here get bad, Surbenét. You might want to prepare yourself and come indoors." She was spooked.
"Agnes! We've lived here for years. I know about the storms, but not the Ibex-Ram thing. What is it with that?"
"It means nothing good. We must go inside." she mounted the horse, holding her hand out to him. "The storm nears us."
"I'm going to finish what I started. The wheel barrel is almost loaded. This is a good stress reliever for me. I'll be fine. Thank you, Agnes."
"Suit yourself." she looked up at the sky. "When the sky falls..."
"I will be sure to let you know." he joked.
"This is everything but funny." she looked toward the mountain, "Be careful." she rode off.
By the time he was done chopping the wood, the night had begun to take over. The storm was slowly but surely moving in, the ground rumbled from the thunder, and It felt like earthquake tremors repeatedly moving the land.
When he was ready to take the wood inside, he turned to face three hooded, robed figures blocking his way to the house.
"I got it." he said of the wood, thinking that Agnes sent help.
They said nothing.
Baffled, he quickly dropped the barrel and asked the hoods to state their purpose.
"We are here for you!" exclaimed the voice of Chelsey. "Come with us... or you will die."
Reaching in his back, pulling his .38 caliber handgun, "I'll take option number two."
Chelsey popped off her hooded robe, revealing a black, metallic leather body suit with many cargo pockets and black knee high boots. Her suit had many openings and slits in it that were supposed to show her flesh. Instead, ruminants of silver shined threw.
She twirled her robe quickly; like you would do with a towel, until it became a whip.
He stood there puzzled. She snapped the whip at his gun and brought it back to herself, letting it drop at her feet.
Her accomplices extended their arms. And from them came razor sharp blades, one foot in length, followed by thick chains that raced passed the baffled man. And when he turned to see their intended target, it was Tolrah, avoiding their attack.
"Do something, boy." she stated, harshly.
He turned back to Chelsey, who was now standing with the whip at her side and looked to her accomplices to see their hoods removed but still wrapped in their robes, one Black and the other Asian, holding onto their chained blades.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he said, to the sight of the three adventurous type women that stood before him, ready to do battle. "Fucking women!" he chauvinistically finished.
"Women!" exclaimed a defiant Chelsey. "And what of it?"
Tolrah cut in, "You will all die here." walking toward the trio.
Chelsey's accomplices threw their bladed chains once again. This time they crossed each other’s chains to form an X around Tolrah's body, and went into the ground, stopping her in her tracks.
Chelsey snapped her whip around Tolrah's neck. The chained blades turned to dust. She was freed of her bondage, and grabbed Chelsey's whip, yanking her closer.
The accomplices threw, from their robes, numerous silver daggers, simultaneously, that skimmed past Chelsey toward Tolrah. Tolrah vanished.
The daggers went to Surbenét. He stretched his hands forward. The daggers were sent back to their hosts.
Chelsey hit the ground. The daggers flew just over her.
Her accomplices covered their faces with their robes. The daggers hit them and turned to dust.
Chelsey snapped her whip at Surbenét's ankles, bringing him down, and a fire appeared, burning the whip.
The logs lifted themselves from the wheel barrel and shot toward Chelsey's accomplices, knocking them back with the force of a runaway train.
Both Surbenét and Chelsey stood up. She ran toward him and leaped into the air, holding her fists together. And when she stretched them apart, from a bright light came a sword coming down on him.
He raised his hands. She stopped in mid-air. An unseen force threw her towards the edge of the cliff.
Her accomplices formed silver spears with their fists and threw them at Surbenét. He turned. Grabbed the spears in flight. The spears turned to dust. Her accomplices turned to dust as well.
Sliding over the ledge, Chelsey followed her sword with her eyes, watching it fall to the stream far below and caught her grip at the edge just before plunging with it.
Surbenét began walking toward Chelsey, and a strong wind blew in his direction.
A rumbling thunder shook the high grasslands, and lightning bolts crashed nearby.
Chelsey looked past Surbenét, and when he turned to see what it was, dust traveled toward him. Fast.
His focus blurred for a moment, thinking back to seeing Neka travel threw a dust cloud just the same.
The dust formed the shapes of Chelsey's accomplices. They took flight, bringing down on him longer spears, both hands over their heads, blades pointed downward.
Tolrah appeared just as the women took on flesh and bone. Her hands grew into webbed claws grabbing one of Chelsey's accomplices around the neck and skull, breaking it with ease.
Surbenét grabbed her other accomplices' blade's flat sides, cracked it in half, grabbed her in mid-air, and held her in the air at arms distance, choking her lightly.
She swung the broken end of the spear at him. He caught and tossed it. Her eyes grew wide as he stared at her. And with his eyes glowing a florescent greenish yellow, he cruelly demanded to know who she was.
After a short lived resistance, she gave in and told him that they were S.I.S.. He lowered her into him with incredible speed and held her from behind, smelling her flesh.
Tolrah watched from beyond. Shadowed near the 'Madonna' statue.
"You have not yet turn to dust." Surbenét observed. "Who are you?"
"Secret. Illuminated. Society." she answered hoarsely, threw his firm grip. "She. Hates. Your. Being. Tormented. And bewi..."
Tolrah appeared in front of the woman before her answer was complete. Opened her mouth to show her piranha shaped fangs. And bit into her neck.
Surbenét backed away. Tolrah fed.
He looked back to Chelsey. She was gone. He went to the e
dge of the cliff. Nothing. He turned back to Tolrah. Thunder and lightning struck. She attacked him.
15. A New Bond
Everything was dark. Then he opened his eyes. Everything was just a blur: White ceiling, Crystal chandelier, mahogany bed posts, dressers, and then a large television.
Things were becoming clear: The Master bedroom.
"Surbenét? Good morning!" came the voice of a happy sounding Magenta.
He seen her. Rebekah, Devin, and Dorchester was now visible in his sight.
He smiled. Everyone smiled back.
Confused and still a little disoriented, he struggled to talk and get up, but then became aware that he was hooked up to a monitor and had tubes running threw his arms.
"What's going on?" he questioned everyone. "Where's Agnes?"
Magenta placed her hand on his shoulder, forcing him back down onto the bed, "First things first. You've been struck by lightning. You’re lucky to be alive. Agnes is at the salon. Her flight should be her shortly. And she said that she found you in a puddle of rain-water and mud." she tended to the machines.
"How long have I been out?"
"Nineteen days." Magenta answered.
His voice raised, "Almost three weeks!"
"Everyone's been..." she looked toward him.
Devin cut in, "Here. Ever since we heard. We're glad you’re up. Got a surprise for you in the living room when your well enough to get out the sack."
"Oh yeah? I'm well enough now." Surbenét lied.
"Give it a minute, love." Rebekah cut.
"Look, man." Dorchester began, concerned. "You do what you have to do. We can talk later. Devin and I'll be somewhere on this... In this..." he gazed around, “Horses, Sheep, mountains. You might not find me for three weeks."
Everyone chuckled.
Rebekah stared at Dorchester, waiting for him to finish talking so that she could spend time with Surbenét.
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