Mother of All the Gods
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The voice came back, “They have killed the Mater who led them to the house. They have apprehended a woman and man that live there. They claim the Mother’s not there.” The voice exhaled. “They are searching the house for the Mother.”
“Shit,” Lance said. “I hope this wasn’t a decoy of some kind.”
The General shook his head and said, “She probably hiding in the house. Our guys will find her.”
As Lance’s vehicle slowly drove down the street and passed by an alley, Lance saw two guys, with rifles, walk into the alley and peeked in both directions.
As the vehicle passed the end of the alley, Lance shouted, “Stop the car. I saw something in the alley. Back up.”
The driver did as instructed.
“What did you see?” the General asked.
Lance pointed in the direction of where he saw the men. “I thought I saw two Mater guards with white uniforms, but I don’t see them now.”
“Let’s drive down there,” The General said.
The voice on the speakerphone said, “The men got the wife to admit that the Mother was hiding across the street.”
General Cook responded, “We saw something in the alley across the street, and we are checking it out right now. Keep up the search in the house but send some troops across the street as well.”
Lance said, while pointing in the direction of the men’s position, “They were over there.” Lance’s driver was about fifty yards away, speeding down the narrow alley.
Then, a white SUV, from the position where he saw the men, came out of a garage and turned towards them and stopped immediately. It stood still for a minute. Its tires screeched, and it sped backwards, faster than any vehicle Lance had ever seen go backwards.
“They could be her,” the General shouted.
Lance’s heart raced. If the report they received was correct that the Mother was hiding across the street, she could be in this SUV that they were chasing.
The white SUV lost control, spun, and smashed into a retaining wall and fence.
“Hit him!” The General demanded.
Lance’s driver sped up and crashed into the SUV. Lance flew from the backseat to the front seat. The General hit his head on the windshield and was bleeding. Lance’s shoulder hit the front seat and was sore.
“They’re getting away on foot,” the driver frantically said.
Lance and the General were both a little frazzled by the crash, but they both quickly shook off their wounds and peered through the window. There were three men, with rifles, and a woman, running away from the car.
“It has to be the Mother,” Lance yelled. “Let’s get her.”
They all sprang out the car with their rifles pointing. General Cook starting firing shots at the men and woman running away. Lance couldn’t tell for sure if it was the Mother. The woman had long dark hair and was wearing jeans, black sweatshirt, and gym shoes—not a white dress that she frequently wore. She was fast as she sprinted ahead of her guards.
The men turned, squatted down, and started firing at Lance’s crew. A bullet struck General Cook and he went down in pain. Lance scurried behind a garage as bullets just missed him. His driver and another guy also took cover across the alley from Lance. Lance took a quick peek and could see the woman getting farther down the alley.
As the three men were firing upon them, Lance’s driver and the other guy hurled two hand grenades in the direction of the shooters.
“Boom!”
Lance felt the vibration and his ears rang. Lance peeked again and saw that it was a perfect throw. Two of the men were down screaming in pain. The other one was limping down the alley but without his rifle.
Immediately, they chased after the man limping down the alley and shot him in the back. He fell to the ground. As they were running by, the other Establishee with Lance shot the other two guys again to make sure they were dead.
Lance saw the woman about thirty yards away and then she tried to climb a fence but was unsuccessful. She jumped down and kept running down what seemed like an endless alley.
Although Lance thought he was a fast runner, his age showed as the younger men with him sprinted passed Lance and were gaining ground on the woman. It had to be the Mother, Lance hoped.
The driver and the other guy started shooting, and yelled, “Stop, or we will kill you!”
Lance, while breathing heavily, said, “Don’t kill her. I want to kill her.”
The men were about twenty yards away from the woman and could kill her if they wanted to. The driver fired a shot that skipped past her feet withing inches.
She stopped, held her hands up, and slowly turned towards them and sneered at them.
Lance caught up and they all stopped within a few feet of the woman.
It was her. The supposed Mother of all the Gods, standing there helpless.
“Get down on your knees,” Lance’s driver commanded.
Lance wanted to shoot her right there. Just get it over with. But he couldn’t resist torturing her.
“I said get down on your fucking knees,” the driver repeated.
“You filthy infidels,” she barked. “I’m not getting on my knees. You pigs are going to get on your knees.”
Lance saw that she clenched her fists and glared at them. As she did this, he remembered about her powers. He had forgotten about them in the excitement.
Within seconds, the Mother was right. All three men, including Lance, dropped their weapons and fell to their knees clenching their groins.
“Aaaah!” They all screamed out in pain.
It was the worst pain Lance had ever experienced, and he had his fair share of pain over the past year or so. It felt like someone stuck a needle up his penis.
“No-no-no-no-no, please stop!” Lance begged. He started crying because the pain was so immense.
“How dare you motherfuckers try to shoot me,” the Mother said. She started walking towards them and picked up a rifle. She kicked Lance on the side, which Lance welcomed because it took his mind briefly off the other pain.
She pointed the rifle at Lance. “Bye, bye, prisoner number … Aaaah!” She shook her head and brushed her head with her free hand.
Lance heard the unmistaken buzzing noise of bees. They were coming to his rescue. What took them so long.
The Mother dropped the rifle and started running down the alley away from Lance, frantically trying to brush off the bees. As she was running, the pain stopped for Lance and for the other men as they got up and started chasing her down the alley. They were now close to the end of the long alley.
Thousands of bees converged on her. She screamed as she ran. The bees were all over her face and body. She tripped and smashed her head on the concrete alley. She pressed her face to the ground and held her hands to the side of her face trying to shield her face from the bees, but they were relentless and continued their onslaught.
“Get them off of me!” She pleaded. “Get them off of me!”
Lance and his men had recovered their weapons and surrounded her as she squirmed on the ground, screaming in pain.
“How does it feel?” Lance yelled over the buzzing noise.
“Get them off me, you asshole. I will kill you. I will kill … your whole family.”
Lance thought that was the stupidest thing to say to the very people who could save her life.
“What should we do?” the driver asked.
Lance smirked and started doing the sign of the “Z” out loud. “In the name of the Sun, the Land, and the Sea. Bless to you, Zelda Mater, the Mother of all the Gods.”
He fired his weapon. Within moments the bees disembarked as fast they arrived.
Lance could only think of one thing: How he couldn’t wait to reunite with Becca and Penny again.
Acknowledgement
The following people were instrumental in the production of this book:
To my wife and daughter, thank you for your continual support and encouragement.
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To Julie, thanks again for your proofreading and editing skills. Your input was invaluable to me. Also, I appreciate your positive encouragement.
To Luanne, thank you for your proofreading, editing skills, and encouragement.
To my two brothers and five sisters and their living spouses, thanks for your support.
Most importantly, I want to thank my wonderful fans from across the world.
About The Author
R.P. Wolff
R.P. Wolff is an author of five action-packed, page-turning, suspense and paranormal thrillers.
He is a disciple of Stephen King’s writing style. Before he wrote his first book, he struggled with a fiction story until he decided to read Stephen King’s book: On Writing - A Memoir of the Craft. In King’s book, King gave an assignment to write a short story about a role reversal where the ex-wife tries to kill the ex-husband. R.P. Wolff took on this assignment. It began as a short, five-page project to learn how to write without an outline. Well … 300-plus pages later, R.P. Wolff authored Father Forgive Me: For I have definitely sinned. He didn’t stop there. Mother of All the Gods is now R.P. Wolff’s fifth novel since he released his first thriller in 2015.
R.P. Wolff is originally from Chicago. He and his wife of over thirty years now live in Texas.
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Books By This Author
Father Forgive Me: For I have definitely sinned
Swift Justice: The Southern Way
Kill the Bossman
All of a Sudden