Monday, May 30, 2011

Gunslingers #10, May 30 2011

The Gunslingers #10: Unfinished Business



            The unforgiving desert burns hot, very hot. Miles away from civilization, the mad scientist Saul Ghoulachov silently treads forwards, praying to god that he is at least heading in the right direction. As the sweat beads across his brow and throughout his beard, he wishes that he hadn’t worn his best suit in this blistering heat, and that the metal briefcase hand-cuffed to his wrist was a little lighter. Off in the distance, where the paved road seems to dip off into the infinite oblivion, where you can literally see the heat coming off of the pavement, something moves towards Dr. Ghoulachov at a very quick pace. He sees it, a black shape, moving very fast indeed. He sighs, knowing exactly what it is. He sits down on the side of the road, holding up the briefcase, the heavy mid-day sun reflects off of it, surely blinding anyone that looks at it. The shape, now clearly a van, slows as it approaches. Saul imagines how hot the metal of it would be if he was to touch it. He’s a doctor damn it, he knows better. The man in the driver’s seat doesn’t look at Saul, but the man who opens the back door does. He stands a little less than six feet, wearing a jet black suit with a red tie. His dark sunglasses are small, just covering his eyes. His hair is cut short, parting in the middle. And he is clean shaven… he is always clean shaven.
            “Saul,” says the man in the red tie, his voice sounds neutral, neither happy nor upset to see his co-worker. “It’s been days, why didn’t you make contact. We sent an agent.”
            “I never met your damn agent, I’ve been alone in the field since you dropped me off three weeks ago”
            “Did you find any Guardian Positives? Did you find Annie?” His voice stayes neutral, never changing.
            “I found two positive, and yes I found Annie.”
            “Where is she?”
            “Dead.”
            “Saul,” still neutral, “You were supposed to bring her in alive, her father won’t be happy about this.”
            “There was a complication, Jason Abernathy, Guardian Positive, had his powers activated while I was in his company. It was a very volatile combination, he’s impulsive, so fire manipulation can be very dangerous in his hands.”
            “Did you offer him a position with The Organization?”
            “He’s un-turn able. He’s like a boy-scout. Ex-military, what can you do?”
            “Is he the one that blew up the civilians?” The man in the red tie seems greatly interested in this, even though his tone hasn’t changed.
            “Yeah, he’s really messed up.” Saul pushes his final conversation with Jace out of his head. “He can’t be brought aboard.”
            “Then he must be taken care of.”
            “He will be, if I can just get back to my lab and finish the new strain of advanced viruses, then I can take him out.”
            “Fine,” the man in the red tie grabs the briefcase attached to Saul’s wrist and pulls a key from his pocket. He frees the cuff from Saul’s wrist and pulls the briefcase inside. “Take this.” He hands Saul a green vial of the temporary cure.
            “What’s this for?” Saul says, taking the vial.
            “You have a long walk ahead of you.” The man in red tie slams the door shut, and the van U-turns, driving off into the distance. Saul looks at the vial in his hand, and then at the long walk ahead of him.
            “Fucking asshole.”



Next: The Organization: Bringing in the Cavalry
            Why is the man in the red tie visiting a the crash site of a prison bus a whole two months after meeting Saul on that desolate desert road? And why is The Organization still interested in Toronto at all? Stay Tuned!

Gunslingers #9, May 30 2011

The Gunslingers #9: Jace and the Final Goodbye



            Not a single person stirs in the empty courtyard. Well, not completely empty. The mangled corpses of Paladins and infected are everywhere, clearly something big went down here. Near the hole in the wall that came from our C4 blast is a pile of bodies surrounded by bits of burning metal. Even though there are an incredible amount of bodies here, I know none of them belong to Annie, Alex or Saul. They’ve made it out alive.
            “Leaving so soon, Firebringer?” I turn and see the one-eyed Paladin who’d kidnaped Annie in the first place. My hand reaches for the hilt of the blade strapped to my back. The one I took from the Paladin I’d just killed.
            “What do you want from me?!” I shout, pulling the blade free from its sheath.
            “I wanted the girl, but you just couldn’t give her up, could you?” He has a smirk on his face, like he’s trying to egg me on.
            “She’s one of us, not one of you, you don’t deserve her!”
            “You speak as if you deserve her, you don’t even know what she is!” His tone grows louder and more intense. “You think much higher of her than of the other two, the one with the bow, and the one who will betray you.”
            “Stop it!” There’s a burning passion in my voice, “You don’t know anything!”
            “I do know that if you don’t run back to your little home, the man in the suit will kill Annie, and he will most likely have you killed as well.” He isn’t drawing any weapons.
            “Are you just letting me go?”
            “We will fight one day, Firebringer, but not today. Annie is a major player in what’s to come. Without her, we will not be able to cure the world of its plight. So go, save her.” His smirk changed into a solemn, emotionless expression. “Just know, that no matter how many times you save her, she will never love you in the same way you love her.”
            I don’t respond. I know he’s wrong. About everything. How could he possibly know any of that? But I take off running all the same. I don’t believe in luck or coincidence. God, Annie, please tell me you’re okay.

            I try and preserve ammunition, taking out the infected that surround me with the Paladin’s Blade. When I try and create fire, nothing happens, so instead I just hone my skills with the blade. It feels like an extension of my arm as it slices through the undead beasts trying to bite me. One after another they fall before me. With this blade I am judge, jury, and executioner. With this blade I am king. Swing after swing after swing, they all fall just the same. Nothing can stop me. And then I see the apartment building where I’m hoping Saul, Alex and Annie are waiting for me. I pull the Katana out of a Rager’s skull and clear the blood off of it with a swift flick of my wrist. It slides back into place, and I sprint towards the apartment complex.

            The stairs fly under my feet as I barrel up towards the room. I know that the one-eyed Paladin was wrong, Saul will most likely be sitting on one of the couch while Alex and Annie look out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of me racing towards them. Maybe they’ll have worked out what we should do next, scour for food? Search for supplies? Infiltrate the Paladin Complex? I know everything will be fine.
            When I get to the door of the apartment I can hear Saul talking to Alex.
“Alex, progress is a way of life. You need to accept it.”
“This is bullshit Saul! You caused all of this! You need to use that cure you have to save all those people out there!”
“I can’t do that Alex. The Organization wouldn’t like that.” I hear a sharp smacking sound, and push the door open. “It’s all part of The Plan.”
“What’s going on here, Saul?” He turns towards me, his face turning white. “Answer me, Saul!” He doesn’t, instead he picks up Annie and bolts out the window. I follow him and the clanging sound of the fire-escape under his feet.
The cat and mouse chase goes for several floors before I realise that he isn’t picking a floor to stop on, he’s going to the roof. What could he possibly need on the roof? He’ll have nowhere to go. I will get the answers out. I make the last turn and step onto the roof. Saul stands several feet away, with Annie kneeling in front of him, facing me, his shotgun pressed against the back of her head.
“Saul, I’m going to ask politely once,” I take a deep breath, “What are you doing?”
“If you come any closer, Jason, I swear to god…”
“What the fuck did you just call me?” I interrupt him, my heart  beat increases.
“Oh, you think I believed the whole Jace shtick?” He lets out a small chuckle, “I know who you are Jason Abernathy, and I know all about poor Angela and cute little Jack.” His devious smile makes me want to pounce and rip it off of his stupid god-damn face. He has no right to even speak those names.
“You don’t know anything!” I yell at him, I can almost feel my blood boiling.
“Calm down, Jason, I wouldn’t want you to put a bullet into me to!” My hands clench into fists. “It’s a good thing we didn’t find any grenades in that gun store eh?” I can feel my eyes widen, all of the blood drains from my face. He knows everything.
“First a woman and child in Afghanistan, and then your own house? My, my, Jason. That is quite the rap sheet. No wonder you have those nightmares, no wonder you have that heart condition.” As if on cue I feel the pulling in my chest, it brings me to my knees. This was his plan all along, get me so worked up I wouldn’t be able to fight it. I reach for my inhaler but instead find an empty pocket. “Looking for this?” He pulled my an inhaler out of his pocket, I know I left the extra one in the apartment. “Here.” He tosses it towards me, but it soars over my head, just out of my reach, and falls off the building, down past the fire-escape. “Oops.”
“I’ll fucking kill you Saul, a million times I’ll kill you.” It hurts to speak, the attack is worse than usual because I’ve been fighting them off for the last couple days. I didn’t want to look weak in front of Annie, now look at me.
“Jace…. Help…” Annie speaks for the first time and I can feel my heart breaking, she can feel the shotgun against her head. “Please.”
“Annie, it’s gonna be fine.” I lie to her, I don’t know what Saul plans to do to her, but I know it won’t be good. “Everything will be fine.”
“Yes, good, Jace. Lie to her, tell her she isn’t going to die tonight.” I crawl forward a bit, and look into her eyes, she looks so scared.
“You can’t kill her, you need her, for whatever the hell experiments you’re doing.” I slam my fist against the ground. “I won’t let you take her.”
“Oh, Jace, poor poor Jace. It’s well beyond that.” He taps the shotgun on her head and sighs. “The Paladins are far too close to coming up with a cure, and if a cure is developed by them, then The Organization won’t be able to continue our testing.”
“What organization? What are you talking about?” My chest still feels like it’s going to explode. I wish it would, anything to stop this agonizing pain in my chest.
“Jace, there is still so much you don’t know. You don’t need to know anything though. You are nobody, I would have killed you after I took your blood if it wasn’t for that fact that Annie and Alex were in the area. I figured you could help, and hey, seeing a real guardian in action was pretty exciting, but now it’s time for you to go. I’m going to let you live Jace, but that’s just because I’m feeling generous, don’t waste it by coming after me, or anyone else in The Organization.”
“Don’t come after you? Of course I’m coming after you, Saul, I’m going to kill you. Now take your gun off of her head and fight me.” I somehow managed to pull myself to my feet. “Bring it, asshole.”
“No, Jace!” He seems aggravated now. “I need to kill her so the Paladins can’t take the cure from her blood! She’s the cure to all of this!” He span around with his arms stretched out. “That’s why she has to die.”
“If you kill her, than you will be killing millions of people…”
“More like billions,” He says matter-of-factly, “But it’s necessary if we’re going to excel our race into the next millennium Jace. You can control fire! What if everyone could? Ages ago, we didn’t even know what fire was, and now you can create it? Manipulate it? You could be the poster boy for the Guardian Project. You could be a hero to The Organization!”
“You honestly think I’ll join you?” I spit at him.
“What? No, of course not!” He looks puzzled, “You clearly hate me, no im not going to pull a Darth Vader and offer you to join me on the dark side. I know where your allegiance lays, Jason.”
“When I kill you, I’m going to bring your whole Organization down with you, and then you know what?” I manage a slight smile, “I’ll piss on the ashes, you fucking disgrace of a human.”
“Jace, I don’t mean to point out the obvious,” a splash of light passes across his glasses, “but I’m the one holding the shotgun here. You are in no place to be saying things like that. The Organization is huge, Jason, spanning all across the world. How can you alone stop us?”
“The Paladins will help me, and there’s Alex, and the others who were Guardian Positive. We will stop you.” I feel tears in my eyes, my legs are weak and my chest feels like it’s going to explode.
“Death, Jason, that’s what you’re chasing. Live your life. Hide, keep safe, eat everything you find. This whole thing will be done sooner or later, and then from the ashes of the world, a new one will rise. A new one that does whatever The Organization asks of it. A world that you can live in, Jason. Please, there’s no need to be a martyr.”
“I won’t be a martyr, Saul. You will be. I’m not the one who’s going to die.”
“If you say so, but im afraid Annie here is going to die as well. I think it’s time.” He loads a shell into the barrel, when he looks up and sees me standing, he’s caught off guard. “Oh, look, someone’s getting over the hurt, that’s good for you.” I feel the fire pulling at my lungs, I can feel my oxygen burning away.
            “You aren’t leaving this rooftop alive, Saul.” The flames whip around my hands, flying around my body, singeing my clothing.
            “Calm down Jason, you’re going to explode at this rate.” He still has that cocky smile under his beard. I raise my arm and the fire surrounds my fingers and swirls around my palm. “Jason, stop. You don’t want this on your conscious, you need…” I let go. The fire flings forward and is silenced by the gun shot. The fire dissolves into smoke before it reaches Saul. He lifts his arm to cough, and then wipes Annie’s blood from his suit. “I told you.”
            Saul stands over me as I crawl and collapse onto Annie’s body. Her blood is everywhere. All over the roof, all over my clothes, all over her lifeless flesh. I wish I could see her beautiful face one more time, but all that’s left of it is the disgusting, bleeding flesh that surrounds the gaping hole. All over the ground is what used to be her head, face, brain. Everything she was, everything she stood for, everything ever is gone. Even her beautiful blonde hair, now matted with blood, seems to have lost its lustre. Her soul that must be it, her soul is gone. Saul has taken her life, her soul, and my love. That’s it. I loved her. She was everything I needed in this broken world.
            “This is your fault, Jason. You selfish bastard, this is your fault.” Saul just shakes his head at me. I look at Annie’s blood on my hands, and then up at him.
            “I’ll never stop, Saul.” I grab his suit, leaving bloody streaks on it, “I’ll never stop chasing you. To the ends of earth, to hell and back. I will kill you.”
            “No Jason, “He says, raising the butt of his shotgun, “You’re never going to see me again.” The shotgun slams into my forehead, and the familiar darkness surrounds me. This time I don’t fight it, I embrace it. I let it encircle me. This is it. This is the end. No Annie, no Saul, no urge to fight. Nothing matters anymore. So I let the darkness cover me, hug me, hold me close. It licks my lips and kisses my cheek. Just me and the darkness, together forever. I hold it close, I never let it go.
            And then sleep.
            I don’t dream though.
            Dreams are for the dead.
            Dreams are for people who haven’t been wronged.
            No, I won’t dream again for a very long time.
            I go to sleep, the dreamless sleep that only the broken can achieve.
            I go to sleep, and I plan, because if I’m going to take down Saul I’ll need a plan.
            And an army.
            Saul can run forever if he wants, but I’ll chase him.
            And find him.
            And when I do, he will burn.
            Run Saul, go ahead.
            Because now,
            It’s my turn to chase you.
            The fire is relentless, Saul.
            The fire will find you, Saul.
            I’ll give all my oxygen, Saul.
            And I’ll let the flames begin.
            Burn, Saul. Burn.
           



Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Gunslingers #8, May 24

The Gunslingers #8: Saul and the Great Escape


“Get out of here, take them back the way we came, I’ll find you.” Jace says, and I nod, draping Annie over my shoulder. Alex and I, with Annie on my back, turn tail and head back the way we came. I look at the blonde, almost-teen who’s head is bobbing an inch away from mine. After all this time, I finally have her. Cedric said I would never find her, I would never secure The Cure, but now it’s within my grasp. At least, now that those bastard Paladins don’t have her.
“Saul, where are we going?” Alex’s annoying voice brings me back to reality. With my free hand I grab the handle of my sawed-off and pull it out.
“We’re going to shoot everything out there that moves.” I thrust the gun forward and it makes that oh-so-beautiful-sound as the shells inside it slide into place. “Let’s go.”
Just outside the door that we came in, the Paladins are failing to kill many more zombies than we’d intended to let in. I know that my shotgun is full, and Alex is deadly with a bow, but even with the Paladins help, the tide of zombies seems immeasurable. I set Annie down near the door and start to blast zombies as they pour in through the wall. Half the Paladins are shooting with their pistols and the other half are using the small hammers that the other two we encountered were using, neither making much of a dent in the zombies assault. “Assault!” I hear someone say from over the sounds of battle. Something from a garage on the other side of the courtyard comes to life and slowly walks over to the carnage. Ten feet tall and made of steel, it looks like something straight out of a science fiction novel. The legs stretch from the ground to the top of the cockpit, which has two large chain-guns attached to it. The legs spring slightly as they move, allowing the cockpit to stay perfectly still. The whole thing is painted a ghostly white, except for the black glass on the cockpit.
“Oh my god…” I head Alex say, but I don’t stop shooting, I’ve heard of these things, mechanical walkers designed to be more versatile than a tank, and more deadly. That man we saw, the engineer, he must have designed this monstrous machine. It rips the freaks apart with its chain guns like they’re made of butter. The horde starts to thin out until finally, the monsters stop pouring in. The paladins gather around the machine to take stock of who’s died.
“Let’s go,” I say to Alex and she nods. We take one step forward as a Paladin turns around.
“Hey! They’re taking the prisoner!”
Before I can say anything, Alex notches an arrow and sends it flying at the war-suit, piercing some sort of fuel tank or battery cell. The resulting explosion covers my body in intense heat, but I feel fine when I see the state of the Paladins in front of us. I pick up Annie and we walk over to the bodies. I kick a few that are still fairly assembled, but they don’t move. They’re all dead.
“For the love of god…help me…” I turn and see a man with no legs and one arm reaching out towards me. “Please, sir.” I rest the end of my gun on his bloodied forehead.
“Where’s your god now,” I pulled the trigger and added one more to the death toll. “We’re leaving,” I say, without looking back.

Without having to deal with too many biters, we make it back to the apartment building unscathed. I lay Annie down on the couch and sit on one of the chairs. I set my briefcase down on the coffee table and enter the ten digit code. It opens with a click, my precious samples. Jace, Alex, and Annie. Two true Guardians, and whatever the hell Annie is. I open the small lockbox inside and pull out one of the green vials. The needle stings as it goes in, but sweet relief fills me as I push the liquid into my blood stream.
“What is that stuff, Saul?” Alex asks.
“It’s the cure.”
“The cure for what?!” She says, standing up, almost yelling.
“The Guardian Serum.”
“What the hell is that?”
“If you must know, it was intended to unlock the hidden potential in people’s minds, allow them to grasp their true power. Except, it didn’t work. Ninety percent of people lost all cognitive function, they became husks, worker bees for the virus. Those walkers that you call infected, the virus compels them to bite people, turn them into secondary husks, who lose all cognitive function except the most primal emotions, rage, anger, survival, stuff like that. They feed on humans because they think it will help them survive. Nine-point-seven percent of people were completely immune to the virus, it would enter and exit them, as if they weren’t good enough, and then, like you and Jace, there are the zero-point-three percent of people that the serum actually worked.”
“What… I never took any serum.”
“It’s airborne, Alex. The Guardian Serum has affected every living human on earth by now.”
“So you’re the first one than, you’re infected.”
“Yep.”
“How do you have a cure? Can’t we make it work for other people?” She sounds so hopeful, it almost hurts how hard I am fighting back my laughter.
“I made the cure. It’s easy to cure a disease that you invent. Well, temporarily at least.” I rub the needle marks on my arm, “It only lasts seven hours before I need another dose.”
“You…made the virus?”
“Not alone. The company I work for and I created it to sell to the military.”
“Why… this is evil, Saul, pure evil.”
“Some say evil, others say evolution.”
“What is there to gain from forcing evolution?!” She sounds hysterical now.
“Alex, if I really wanted to know, you could tell me exactly where an arrow would do the most damage to me without actually killing me. You could put enough force on specific parts of my body and send me into a coma. Your brain can see and perceive things faster than anyone else. This is evolution, Alex.”
“So that’s why Jace can create fire like that? His brain is advanced? If humans were meant to conjure fire, Saul, we would have been born with it!”
“Alex, progress is a way of life. You need to accept it.”
“This is bullshit Saul! You caused all of this!” She swings her arms around. “You need to use that cure you have to save all those people out there!”
“I can’t do that Alex. The Organization wouldn’t like that.” She stands up, and I act on impulse, the butt end of my shotgun clipped her on the temple. She falls to the ground, not dead, but she won’t be getting up for a while. “It’s all part of The Plan.”
“What’s going on here, Saul.”
I turn around and see Jace standing there, looking at me standing over the limp body of Alex.
“Answer me, Saul!”
With my shotgun in one hand, I grab Annie and jump out the window.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Gunslingers #7, May 18 2011

The Gunslingers #7: Jace and The Paladins


            “Why didn’t you save us, mister?” The little boy asks in a Middle Eastern accent. Through the billowing sand around him, it’s almost impossible to see, but I know it’s them. His mother reaches down and rests her hand on his shoulder. “Well?”
            “I didn’t mean for this to happen!” I shout, anger building inside of me. “You don’t understand!”
            “Oh, we understand, Jace Abernathy,” The woman says, tousling her sons hair, shaking the sand out of it. The sand feels like it’s growing, burying me, burying them. Their feet are gone now, swallowed up by the now knee-high sand. “We understand how you killed us.”
            “It was an accident!” I yell, but my voice is drowned out by the screaming wind. “It was a god damn accident!”
            “You came to our home to keep the peace.” The boy was crying now, his tears turning to mud as the rolled down his sand covered face. “What peace did you bring?” The sand was moving faster now, up to the woman’s midsection and the boy’s neck, slowly climbing up to his face.
            “Why didn’t you save us, mister?” the boy says as the sand covers his face. He disappears, and with a look of disapproval, the woman turns to walk away, and disappears as well. I try to run towards where they had been, but the sand hugs my legs to tightly, I try to move, but it just constricts, like quicksand. Something sails past my head and lands on the sand in front of me. A small green object, no bigger than an orange. It has no pin. I watch as the grenade explodes showering me with light and shrapnel.

            Something hits the left side of my face and my eyes show me the blurry image of Alex standing over top of me. “Jace!”
            “What…what happened?” I ask, as I slowly sit up.
            “You must have got the full power of whatever that thing was.” Alex says, referring to the ball of light that the Cyclops used to disorient us. “You were the only one who blacked out.” Suddenly I’m awake and alert.
            “Where is he!? Where did the bastard go!? He took Annie!”
            “We know he did, Jace,” Saul says, “There was nothing we could do. She’s gone man.” The pain in his voice sounds fake.
            “She isn’t gone, you heartless bastard, we can find here. He was bringing her somewhere, we can find that place.”
            “I hate to be a pessimist here, but that  guy was pretty well armed. And look at these two.” Alex motions to the two men on the floor who are still unconscious. I stand up and walk over to the one I took down, his chest still smoldering from where I’d hit him. I pull his pistol out of its holster to examine it. It looks like any regulation police officer’s gun, except painted white with a small cross hanging from the hilt. I rip the cross off and drop the gun. I walk over to the other guy and do the same. “What are you doing?” Alex gives me a confused look.
            “Trophies.” I say, admiring the small charms.
            “What are we going to do about Annie, Jace?” Saul asks.
            “Were going to find another one of these bastards, and then beat the hell out of him till he tells us where they went.” The other two are looking at me oddly, but I ignore it. “Any questions?”
           
            Finding one of those bastards wasn’t hard, the guy with the eye patch must have sent some more of his goons to come back and look for more of us.
            “The Radiance will protect me.” He says, refusing to look at my knife as I slowly edge it towards his face. “If you kill me, my body will join with it and I will empower someone else who will strike you down, infidel.” I put the knife back into my bag and he lets out a sigh. My left hand flies forward, smashing the right side of his face.
            “The Radiance will save me.”
            Me and Saul leave him tied to the toilet and walk back out into the main room of Alex’s apartment. “He won’t budge.” I say, rubbing my sore knuckles.
            “What do we do?” Alex asks, she looks like she’s never held anyone hostage before, not that any of us have, but I guess this world numbs the guilt. Alex punches the wall, “What the hell are we going to do, Jace!?”
            “I don’t know!” the stress of leadership sinks in, my brain starts thinking of ideas in overdrive.
            “Oh, for fuck sakes, I’ll deal with it,” Saul turns towards the washroom and holds out his hand, “Give me your knife.” I’m reluctant, but I hand it over. What Saul could do with a knife I have no idea, but putting the blade into his hand seems wrong. When he shuts the door behind him, we hear nothing for what seems like an hour at least. No sounds, no screams, no talking, nothing. And then Saul walks out, cleaning my knife with his shirt. He hands it back to me after clearing the blood off. “That wasn’t so hard.”
            I go to look through the door but Saul shuts it with his foot before I see anything. “What did you find out?” I ask.
            “He’s a solider for a radical religious group called The Paladins, they believe that a higher power, they call it The Radiance, is nested inside a man, they call him The Holy Father, whom they are devoted to wholeheartedly.”
            “You got all that from him? He would barely say two words to me!”
            “Well no, all he said was he was a Paladin and I pretty much knew the rest anyways. I figured that he was when we started the interrogation, but I wanted to be sure.” Saul pushes his hand through his slicked back hair and then rubs his beard. “I also know where their base of operations is in Toronto.”
            “They have a base in Toronto? Toronto, Canada?” I said, astonished to hear that anyone would take interest in my home town.
            “They have bases in every major city in every country in the world. This is one of the largest religious followings that never have seen the light of day. I guess this whole, ‘end-of-days’ thing has finally brought them out.”
            “So what do we do now?” I ask, acknowledging Saul and Alex.
            “Do you still have that C4?” Saul smiles deviously.

            Alex pulls a bloodied arrow out of the corpse of a fallen Infected and flings the blood away from us, “ugly bastard”. We managed to make it all the way to the Paladin’s Complex without having to deal with any hordes of the dead, but still, it only takes one. I look up at the massive ten foot, bleached-white wall in front of us.
            “Was this here…before?” without specifying, Alex and Saul knew exactly what I meant.
            “It must have been…there’s no way they could have built it in this short of a time. How long has it been anyways?”
            “Is this really the best time to discuss this?” I say, trying to keep some order. “We have no idea what is behind this wall, and whatever is behind it, it’s completely surrounded, so we have no way around it. Do you really think blowing a big hole in it is the best idea?”
            “The sound from the explosion would be enough to attract any nearby, what did you call them, Ragers? They would flood the complex through the hole and whoever comes to deal with us will have a much bigger problem.” Saul rubs his beard. “It’ll work.”
            Me and Saul kneel down and find the best place to stick the plastic explosive and Alex watches our back while we work. It takes a solid fifteen minutes before we’re sure that it’s going to explode right. “Hand me the detonator.”
            “Shit…” I say, groping around my bag. “There isn’t one.”
            “Well how the fuck are we supposed to detonate this shit?” Saul says, pointing to the small brown package, almost a hundred feet away.
            “I could shoot it.” Alex says, reaching for an arrow from her quiver. “I would lose the arrow, but I can spare one.”
            “It doesn’t matter,” I say, “C4 can only be detonated with a combination of extreme heat and shockwaves.”
            “What about you?” Saul looks at me, but I play dumb.
            “What about me?”
            “Your flames, Jace.”
            “It won’t work.”
            “Just try it.”
            “It’s pointless, Saul.”
            “What are you afraid of!?” I can see a genuine anger in his eyes; maybe Annie was right to be afraid of him. “Do you not want to save her?!”
            I turn away from him. I have no argument. I raise my hand and try to focus on the flames. There’s a painful sensation in my lungs, as if my breath is burning up. The fire explodes from my palm and collides with the C4, triggering a massive explosion, destroying a six by six foot section of the wall. The pain in my lungs disappears, as if I was underwater and then came up for air.
            “Told yah so.” Saul says, looking over at me expectantly. I look at my palm and see that a black circle has formed around the centre, but slowly it disappears. There’s a loud sound from behind us, “Let’s get inside before the freaks show up.”

            We sneak in, but someone in a pitch-black guard tower, completely invisible to the dark night, catches us in a spotlight. I duck to avoid any gunfire, but Alex rises to the occasion. She pulls an arrow out and fires it straight into the centre of the spotlight.
            “Jesus, Alex, that was at least a hundred and fifty feet!”
            “Let’s keep going!” I decide to drop it and ask her later.
            From behind what looks like a small supply shed, we watch as troves of men in white suits spill into the courtyard, all of them opening fire on the dead as they clamber through the hole in their defenses. I point to a larger looking building with the words ‘Cell Block’ written in military style writing above the doors.

            “Where is she?” Saul asks, and then I see the small, crumpled form of Annie, lying unconscious on the cold floor of the smallest cell.
            “Annie!” I run over and start banging on the door, which doesn’t give. “Annie, wake up!”
            “She’s been drugged.” I look over and see a small man, a fearful look on his face. “General Omen put her out before he ran off to the battle.”
            “Who are you?” Alex asks before anyone else can.
            “They call me Engineer Pippen, but you can call me Gary.” He adjusts his spectacles. “I build The Paladin’s war machines.”
            “Why are you telling us all this?” I say, edging towards him, my hand grasping one of the pistols on my belt. “Why not just kill us?”
            “I despise them, the whole lot. But I do not wish to die.” He shakes his thinning grey hair, “If you let me live, I’ll give you the key and tell no one I saw you.”
            I pull the gun from my belt and press it against the small man’s forehead. “What stops me from killing you and taking what I need?”
            “Have a heart, sir.” I drop the pistol, and he holds out a small key. “I saw nothing.” He scurries off, out the door we came in. I take the key and look at Alex and Saul, they both nod, knowing that I’d done the right thing. I walk over to the cell and open the door.
            “Annie?” No response. “Annie!” this time louder, but still nothing. I lift her up and drape her over my shoulder. “Let’s go.” The sounds of gunfire seem to be getting closer to the door we came in through, so we go out the only other door in the room. Just past the double doors is a long, grey hallway, with only one door at the other end.
            “I’ve got a bad feeling…”
            “Save it.” Saul says, silencing Alex. “We have no other option.” Silently we walk through the hallway. I open the door on the other end to another empty room, this time it’s less a hallway, more of just a large round room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all painted a bright white. “Now what?” Saul says, seeing no exit.
            The wall on the other side of the room slides down and a tall, dark-haired kid with a long, well-worn katana, walks out of an unseen room. “You shouldn’t be here, infidels.” He raises the sword. I reach for my guns and look back at Saul.
            “Get out of here, take them back the way we came, I’ll find you.” Saul nods and the run back out the door. I turn back and the kid is spinning his sword around in one hand.
            “Im surprised you didn’t ask for their help, what a shame,” He leans the flat edge of the blade on his shoulder, “I was looking for a challenge.”
            I pull out the two pistols and my fingers fly across the triggers, pumping bullet after bullet at the Paladin. Every time a bullet flies from the chamber he spins his blade, knocking every bullet out of the air before they have the chance to hit him.
            “The Radiance protects me, fool, can’t you see?” He slams the blade down to the floor and swipes it towards me, sending a blinding wave of light towards me. It takes less than a second to reach where I was standing, but some sort of primal instinct forced me to leap out of the way before it reached me. “You will die by my blade!’
            “I could say the same to you, friend,” I say, pulling the small combat knife from my backpack. It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got. I charge forward and slash towards him, creating a shower of sparks as our blades clash. I swing up and he parries the blow, knocking me down. He raises his blade for a finishing blow but is met with a flaming uppercut to the chest. He soars across the room and smacks the wall with a painful sounding crunch.
            “So it’s true then, you are The Firebringer,” The warrior says, using his sword to get back to his feet, “Well I’m more than just a Paladin.” He lifts his sword and a bolt of lightning shoots up his blade and bounces from his blade to his suit and back. “The Radiance may not appreciate this curse that runs through my veins, but by The Grace, I will show The General just how powerful I am!” He thrusts his blade forward and the lighting jumps from his blade and jolts through my bones. I fall, my blood burning, my skin almost flaming. My legs won’t move, I can’t react at all. “You’re a fool, and I am glad I get to be the one to kill you.” He rests the end of his sword on the ground in front of me and lowers his head to pray. I take a deep breath, and the fire explodes from my hand. Once again, he smacks against the back wall, this time three feet above the ground. I hear his ankle bones shatter as he cries out.
            “This is your end.” I pick up the sword that he dropped and raise it above my head. “Hopefully this Radiance you keep mentioning saves you in the end.” I thrust the sword down into his chest, watching the pain writhe through his face. This bastard, he’s one of them, I have every right to kill him. They tried to take Annie from me, so I’ll take him from them. I lean down on one knee and lift him by his shirt, pulling him up the blade. I lean my face close to his, a small trail of blood leaks from his mouth. “By the grace of god, or the devil’s curse, everyone dies in righteous fire.” I press my hand, already engulfed in the red flames, against his face and burn away anything that was ever recognisable from him. I let go and his lifeless corpse slowly drifts to the ground. I look at the blade in my hand and decide that I have more use for it now. I take the sword’s holder from the dead warrior’s back and leave the formerly white room, now splatter with the blood of the dead.
            I expect to meet up with the group outside or at least meet some resistance from The Paladins outside, but I don’t. The courtyard is empty of anything living. I look to the hallowed ground and see it littered with corpses. They’re all dead.
           

Friday, May 13, 2011

Gunslingers #6, May 13 2011

The Gunslingers #6: Annie and The Grace


            The needle dips into my arm and a steady stream of blood draws into the small tube. Im used to this sight, my whole life people have been taking samples. “You’re the key” they’d say, “You’re important, Annie.” But I never believed them.
            “That should be enough.” The large man with the eye-patch says to the man taking my blood. The smaller man with the needle pushes his glasses back nervously and stumbles through a sentence, “Yes, General Omen.”
            “Take the sample to the Holy Chamber, I will use it later.” The small man scurries off, a wave of relief washing over his face. “Now, Miss Scott, are you ready to face The Holy Father?” His voice sounds wise, with a hint of malice in it. He’s jealous of me, for whatever reason.
            “I don’t care who this Holy Father is that you speak of, I won’t go.” I spit though the bars and it lands on his good eye. Good, shows him. He wipes it off and looks down at me, through me.
            “You’re lucky we need more of your blood, Annie,” in one lightning fast motion, he grabs the large blade from his back and thrusts it through the bars in front of me. It’s hilt is made of what looks like solid gold with a long, shinning white blade. The light reflects off of it, making it almost blinding. “Very lucky.” He pulls the blade back out through the bars and returns it to the bindings on his back that hold it in place.
            “You have no idea what to do with my blood, I’ve known hundreds of scientist who’ve failed to find any use from my blood, even my own father…”
            “We are not scientists, Miss Scott.” The General says, “We are men and women of faith. The Holy Father believes that you are blessed, that you have The Grace in you. I do not think this, but he is much greater and far wiser than me. If your blood is sacred, and you are imbued with The Grace, he will be able to tell.”
            “And what if it isn’t, General?” I say, mocking his tone, “What happens  if I’m just a regular, non-graceful person, like yourself?”
            The General lets out a loud, evil-sounding laugh. “What makes you think I am not Imbued?” He holds up his hand, the skin dark and scarred. He clenches it into a fist and there’s a large flash of light from his hidden palm. “I am more powerful than you could ever wish to be.” He opens his palm and there is a small, white ball floating there, tiny trails of light floating from it. “And if you are not Imbued, Annie, then we shall sacrifice you to The Holy Father and watch as The Grace thanks him for your death, heathen.”
            He turns and walks away as I sit there, motionless, praying that I have whatever it is that they’re looking for. Jace, where are you?

            I wake up and wonder how long I was out. I don’t even remember falling asleep, maybe they injected me with something. The three white walls around me look to bright for a jail cell, whoever designed this place probably built office buildings or something. I reach forward and rest my hand on one of the cold steel bars. No shock, or extreme heat, just regular bars. I wonder how hard it would be to break one when I notice General Omen sitting across the room. His good eye sees my movement and a small smile curls across his face. He stands up from the small white chair with a banging sound as his gun clatters against the white table beside him.
            “If you have that big gun with the blade on it,” I point at the sawed-off shotgun with the long blade reaching from the muzzle to the handle. “Why do you need a long sword?” He smiles, as if talking about his sword is his favourite pastime. He slowly draws the sword and rests it’s hilt on one hand and tip on the opposite hand.
            “Names after Virtus, the Roman god of bravery and strength, this blade was handed down to me from my father and his father before him. This blade has seen more bloodshed than any other weapon in existence,” the blade seemed to glow, shinning mystically, “My father, who introduced me to this order,” he looks around the room with his eye, implying the building we are in, “blessed this blade in the Fountain of Light, where all initiates go to become one with The Grace. He gave it this power, because he knew that I would be the only member of our lineage that could wield it.”
            “Wont your son need to wield it when you die?” I ask, genuinely interested.
            “I have no son, and will not bare one.” The light from the blade dies down and he returns it to its place on his back. “I am the last of our lineage, as was decided a century ago when I was conceived.”
            “You’re a hundred years old?!” I shout, not realising how loud I was getting.
            “The Grace works in mysterious ways, Miss Scott, remember that. Someday you will truly know just how powerful it is, but that day is not today.” He pulls out a small needle and motions with his free hand that I lean against the bars. I decided that I should just go with it, this is all starting to seem less temporary, no reason to fight it.
            “Why do you need more blood?”
            “The Holy Father wishes to have more of your blood, he plans to use it with The Fountain of Light in hopes to create a solution that will cleanse the world.” I wonder if he ever says normal things. “Your blood could save the world, Annie.”
            “Save the world from what?”
            Omen opens his mouth so speak, but is interrupted by a massive bang that sounds like an explosion from a movie. The room fills will a red light and a siren that I can’t see begins to wail. “Red Alert: Breach in main wall. All hands to main wall.” A voice says flatly over some sort of intercom system.
            “What’s happened?” The General says while pushing something into his ear. “The Condemened cannot set explosives, initiate, this was not done by the walking dead. The Infidels have breached our sacred walls.”
            A spark of hope ignites inside me. Hurry, Jace, please find me!