As the Doom Continues to Loom

Jack managed to find a clean shirt before he and Phillip entered the trendy coffee shop. Phillip had an extra trench coat in his truck. When Jack had looked surprised by this, his fellow Stalwart had just shrugged.

Bladed Jack

Feeling like a Viking at a quilt convention, Jack inwardly winced when most of the eyes in the joint took them in. College students mixed with artists and other fashion conscious youth. Everyone looked like they tried so hard to be an individual they had become part of a counter culture that made them all appear the same or at least belong together.

 

Jack caught an odd movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked, he saw a security camera, mounted high on the wall, following them as they moved. Its lens glared like an angry red eye and Jack jerked when Phillip’s cell phone buzzed.

Gazing down, Phillip said. “I got a text. It tells me to go open the lap top… Oh there it is in the corner table.”

“Someone just left a lap top here?” Jack said, but then followed Phillip to the corner booth. His aching muscles were more than happy to take a load off and he collapsed in the booth so hard it creaked loud enough for two young college girls to glare at them before returning to what could have been their homework, but was probably Facebook or Twitter. 

With a sigh, Phillip pushed the computer to the wall and then opened it so they could both see it. It flared to life humming for a moment before the image of an exploding fireball filled the screen. This transformed into a cyber image that was half machine and half metal. “Always a show off,” Phillip muttered.

 

“I heard that,” a young voice chirped from out of the device. Seconds later, a thin faced man with blinding red hair appeared on the scene. “So Phillip we met again.”

“In the loosest sense,” He said. “This is my friend Jack. He’s a man of Yig.”

“I could have guessed that, I think. Now what’s so urgent? I’m a very busy man and have a meeting with some folks from Germany in a few minutes.”

“Oh nothing important,” Phillip started, “it’s just that the Dark Alliance Xemmoni have given all Stalwarts until sunset to leave Boston. After that, they state we will be hunted down and destroyed.”

Jack held up one of his wounded arms. “And they even started a little early with us.”

Blaze looked more serious than they others they had told. “Well that isn’t good. I doubt they could find me, but even I like to head out of the town once in a while. It might become a little boring being the only Stalwart in Boston.”

“And dangerous,” Jack couldn’t help but add.

His eyes glanced as Jack, but then addressed Phillip. “So what is your plan? Do you intend to fight or flee?”

The two men looked at each other, but it was Jack who spoke first. “I think we need to fight. Besides the obvious reasons, we feel that Boston will be used for a tool to cause a greater evil.”

“And this evil will be?”

Phillip answered. “We aren’t sure about that one yet.”

“And you want me to help you in this vague notion of fighting back, against impossible numbers, I might add, because they could be planning something worse than just simply abusing Boston.”

“Either that or just give you a warning so you have the option to leave,” Phillip said, losing his energy.

“I take it no one else has joined your fellowship?” The tinny voice asked. 

“Not yet,” Phillip answered, but we did warn Lanna and Felix. 

“And Lanna thinks her looks will keep her safe and Felix’s believes his indiscriminate healing will protect him.”

“And I’m sure that your ability to hide will have you thinking that you are safe,” Jack had to add.

Phillip shot him an angry look, but it was Blaze that answered. “Yes, most likely it would. But I’m not one to ignore bad tiding and hope for the best.”

“So you will aid us?” Phillip asked.

“Yes not in the manner you might expect. Phillip take this lap top and continue to warn the others. There are some things I will look into. I’m a better net runner than fighter in most cases. Warn the others and I’ll be back in contact with you soon.”

The image disappeared. 

“That was better than the last two,” Jack said

“Maybe, but now we need to find, oh wait, looks like one of them found us.”

To be continued next Monday

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Three Tires and a Broken Axle

This serial starts 10/25/13

If anything the roads of Tucson looked worse off than her school. Multiple car pile ups had already occurred or happened right in front of their eyes. Mad man, and the people running from them, sprinted across the street going in every direction.

“This is like a video game from Hell,” Vance yelled as he swerved around a shirtless man with a chest painted with blood.

He cased an older woman and Mar cringed when the older woman’s scream let them all know she had been caught. “Where are we going?” She cried out. “Don’t drive near campus, it might be worse around there.”

But it was too late. Vance had taken Sixth Street, which cuts just south of the University of Arizona. Students were rushing south across the street in droves. In some cases they were a hundred thick. Most sprinted like normal people, but often, in their midst, screams echoed between the tall buildings as a few of the bloody ones would enter their crowds.

“Get out of the way!” Vance yelled and then hit two young female students. They bounced off the hood of the SUV with startled cries.

“Dude!” Phil yelled. “Get on a fucking side road.”

“Screw that, we just need to get through this.”

But after Vance hit three more students, Phil grabbed at the wheel.

“Let go, you moron.”

“I’m not going to let you hit anyone else, you could be killing them!”

“Look out!” Cindy screamed.

Then Mar saw it too. A UPS truck had flipped onto its side and they headed straight for it. She had time to toss on her seatbelt and brace herself and then they collided. Vance had been going at least fifty and they hit hard.

Mar and Cindy had put on their seatbelts, but Jenny had forgotten to and went flying forward. Her head connected with Vance’s with a loud smack and they both went limp. Phil’s head bounced forward, right as the air bag smashed into him. A string of blood from somewhere made a diagonal line across Mar’s face.

A daze claimed her and for an indeterminable moment she watched the stream of yelling college students swarm pass.

Cindy voice grounded her and pulled her back to reality. “Mar are you okay? Jenny and Vance are hurt bad and Phil’s not waking up.”

“I’m okay,” she said, while wiping at her face. Her hand came back in a smear of red. “We need to get out of this car.”

Looking outside, she saw that the college students grew fewer and in their place more of the stumbling bloody figures could be seen. “We need to get out now.” She was surprised when he door opened as easily as it did and she rolled out and dropped onto all fours on the ground, just trying to catch her breath.

Cindy didn’t let her rest long. “Mary, my door won’t open. I’m stuck. Please help me!”

Mar made it to her feet right as a blood covered student in just his underwear stumbled at her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she screamed when several strands were pulled out. She raced to the other side of the car. Cindy still fought with the door, while the other three high school students still balanced, unmoving, on a jumble of airbags.

Underwear boy growled and he moved for her again. Her eyes dazed left and right. They had crashed close to the front of a Greek Restaurant. Their sidewalk sign was held in place by a cinder block. Without thinking, she grabbed up the block and threw it into the freak chasing her. She wasn’t sure if her fury took over or if blind luck guided her hand, but the cinder block smashed underwear boy in the middle of the face and her went down hard and thankfully didn’t get back up.

Cindy still banged on her window.

Once she was sure underwear boy wasn’t moving. She grabbed up the broken cinder block and rushed back to Cindy’s window. “Get back. Cover your eyes.” Then, without looking to see if her friend had complied, she threw the cinder block at the window.

It shattered on the first try and sent small squares of glass raining down upon Cindy. Her friend didn’t care and rushed out of the window frame like the car was on fire.

Mar helped her best friend to her feet and then asked, “What about the others?”

“None of them are moving.”

She was distracted for a minute by the sight of seven sorority girls running back them. Waves of blonde followed their flight as did two stumbling figures. “Well we can’t just leave them here with the window broken out.” But even as these words left her mouth, Mar saw that the wild press of students was over and on the other side of the road nothing moved except dozens of the lumbering things. A few students fought here and there, but they were being dragged to the ground and torn apart.

“We need to get Jenny,” Mar said and leaned into the car and grabbed both of her friend’s ankles. She wasn’t strong enough. “Grab my waist and pull me.” She looked through the door she had left open and saw the few of them stumble into the street.

Cindy yelped and then pulled with impossible strength They got Jenny into the back seat and then with both of them working they got her to the ground outside of the car.

“How can we escape those while carrying her?” Cindy asked. “We have to go. We have to go now!”

“What about Phil?” Mar asked, but as she did, Vance’s eyes snapped open and be began to thrash against the air bags. He looked over at them and growled. Then, as if noticing Phil for the first time, he leaned sideways and took a huge bite out of Phil’s neck.

Both the girls screamed.

Then two big figures were upon them. Mar went to scream again, until she saw that it was three, no wait, four male college students.

“What are you standing here for?” A tall man with quite a good sized beer belly asked.

“Our friend is hurt,” Mar said, still in shock and cringing as Vance devoured his former best friend.

“This her?” the tallest one said, then without asked permission, he tossed Jenny over his back and yelled, “let’s go.”

“You heard the man,” the curly headed student said and as one the group began to jog to the south.

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In a world much like our own, Matt Narrows is a young man with a steady job and a wonderful girlfriend until one night strips it all away from him. When his girlfriend, without explanation, goes from loving to laughing at him when a strange albino’s men beat him senseless, his world erupts into chaos. But when her body is discovered in a dumpster the next day, his reality is torn in half.

Confused and alone, Matt takes it upon himself to hunt down her brutal slayer, but quickly discovers that this man is no ordinary serial killer, but could in fact be a threat to the entire planet. Can an alarm installer, working on his own, somehow stop the largest threat that has ever faced his country or perhaps even his world? Matt Narrows will need to become more than just a hero if he is going to have any hope of stopping the horror that is Dalsala Den

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Axe Versus Sickle, fate of a City in the Middle

This Jack Serial began 9/30/13

As Phillip advanced with his cutlass, Jack drew twin hand axes out of his jacket. 

“You’ll never even reach us, putrid Stalwarts,” The lead Gloom yelled. “Give them the Flesh To Mists!”

 

Jack knew what that meant and clenched his muscles in preparation for the incoming pain. All three on his side hammered him with their Bestow. Phillip looked like he fought of the effects of one attack, but something both Dionysus and Yig followers had in common was their mystically enhanced protection from damage. They could still be killed by most attacks, but it took a lot of damage before they started to feel it.

The Bestows crashed into him. First his jacket, then his clothes, and then his flesh began to drift away before his eyes. Both leather and skin became a fine mist and left holes in his clothes and body. The effects proved painful enough that Jack cried out, but this didn’t stop him from leaping into the Glooms.

 

The hatchet in his left hand blocked a swung sickle from that direction, but his right weapon arced down and split the skull of the center Gloom. He tumbled back with a wet grunt, but also took Jack’s axe with him. The third Gloom charged him with a roar, but a kick to the man’s stomach send it smashing back into Phillip’s pickup. 

The one to his left swung his rusty, hard iron, sickle again, and once again the Stalwart was able to block it with his remaining axe. With a growl, Jack balled his right hand into a fist and smashed the Gloom in the center of the face. An exploding nose left the man’s cheek’s as red as its glowing eyes.

This stunned the Gloom enough that Jack was able to grab the Xemmoni and toss him into his ally right as he ran toward Jack’s back. They both went down in a tumble of ratty robes and pale, fish belly, skin. Jack fell on them like an uncaged savage. His axe flew in blood drenched arcs. He didn’t look at what he hit, but just focused on hacking as hard and fast as possible.

 

Soon the Glooms under him wailed in agony. One hit him with another Flesh to Mist spell and he drew back with a curse. The Gloom regained his feet, his red eyes glared hatred. It looked like his fellow Gloom wouldn’t be joining him in the attack or anything else… ever.

“Filth ridden, Stalwart. Too stupid to run while you could. Too stupid to know what’s happening here and what it will mean for all of you. Once we control Boston we’ll finally be able to-”

Decapitation ended his oratory and Phillip blood smeared smile was visible once the Gloom collapsed.

“You know he was telling me why they wanted Boston, just then.”

Phillip rubbed the back of his neck. “opps, sorry.”

Jack sighed. “Why would they give us until sunset to leave and then attack us at three in the afternoon?”

“I’m not sure. Xemmoni aren’t well known for keeping their word.”

“I think it’s something more than that. Too stupid to know what it will mean for all of you, he said. Who’s all of you?”

“Stalwarts I guess,” Phillip said.

“I’m not so sure. And once we control Boston we’ll be able to… sounds like they have a goal that goes far beyond just having the ownership of America’s oldest city.”

“Well,” Phillip started, “whatever is happening it doesn’t change the facts that all the Xemmoni will be hunting us and now they aren’t even waiting until sunset before they start. None of the other Stalwarts have agreed to help us. We’re in serious life ending trouble.”

Jack tore off the ruined arms of his leather jacket and tossed them into the back of the pick up. “No matter what, we need any help we can get, so who’s next on our list?”

“Blaze wanted to meet at a coffee shop not too far away from here. Coffee shop,” he tiffed. “Some people.”

 

To be continued next Monday

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