Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 14

Got stuck watching Feeling Myself on YouTube for an hour clicking repeat.  Damn Daddy!  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Ooops that's right I was supposed to be writing for you Lovely Readers...  Here 'tis!

Case 1 - "Scott"

Misha appeared out of the darkness and said "Plan A or B, Zass?  Personally I'm leaning to Plan B.  There's too many of them Z.  Rinaldi's waiting on the chanting.  When it starts its go time for taking out the leader."

"You're right." I agreed.  "Let's go grab us a couple of stragglers and join in with the crowd.  We'll grab that rope too and start filling up the maintenance closet with as many as we can take out quietly."  Misha and Scott nodded.

"You wait here Scott."  I ordered.  When Father Rinaldi and the others come out to deal with the ones in charge that's when you can join in.  Until then, Mash and I are going to even up the odds a bit."

"Mash?"

Misha shrugged, "Mish Mash, Bash, Bitch, Bitchy depending on Zass's mood I get lots of Nicknames."

"OK."  I replied, "Which one do you actually like?"

Misha smirked as he and Zass walked towards the stairs.  Looking back at me he said just loudly enough so I could hear, "Daddy."

........uh..........wow............

Scott's POV

I stood there stunned for a good 10 seconds with an image of Zass and Misha locked in an embrace in my brain.  When I could breathe again I said "Damn."  Did I want to see that in real life?  Hell yes.  I wondered just how close they were.  Not for nothing I felt like requesting that as my reward for staying alive if we all made it out in one piece.  But then I kind of wanted Zass all to myself too.  Oh well like Zass said, a problem for another day, or rather night.  Let's just get through this one shall we.

A bit later, four more black cloaked and cowled people started up the stairs and before I could blink, two were puddles on the ground before being lifted over the shoulders of the other two.  The same two came back a minute later and headed for the circle in the middle of the field.  Four down I guess.  I recognised Zass's strut straight away.  The taller one on his left must be Misha.  They walked in closer to the action and joined the outside edge of the circle.    Suddenly one of the figures pulled her cowl off and revealed a gold horned mask.  The Highpriestess started to speak, welcoming all the attendees to the circle and asking them to line up around the outside edge of the pentagram painted in black on the grass.

The figures obeyed and then she stepped forwards to the edge of the pentagram.  I could see Father Rinaldi and the others moving down the stairs to enter the oval and hurried to join them.  The words from the High Priestess started getting louder and becoming more urgent as we rushed towards the coven.  Father Rinaldi commanded her to stop.  She turned around and ordered the rest to stay off the intruders until she had finished the incantation.  Zass and Misha exploded into action, they were awesome to watch.  Because they had lived for so long they each had absorbed different techniques and I got lost watching for a moment.

Misha was holding one guy in a choke hold while facing another who was circling him.  I guess he was more old school, preferring weaponless techniques, though I bet if you put any Marine in the same position and they'd be holding the guy exactly like he was.  When the guy in the choke hold pulled a knife from out of his robe and made to stab Misha with it, Misha didn't hesitate, he just snapped his neck and dropped him to the grass before facing the other figure.  This one was larger, and obviously unused to anything resembling a real fight, and he turned to run away.  Misha picked up the knife the other one had dropped, hefted it for balance and threw it at the retreating figure.  It struck the figure in the head.  Luckily for that guy it was haft first, or he'd be dead.  As it was he dropped bonelessly to the ground unconscious.

Zass was facing two figures who were armed.  One had a dagger, possibly ceremonial although it looked sharp enough and the other had a long staff.  The pole wielder actually appeared to know how to use it and was circling it Bo staff style.  I knew Zass had wanted to keep as many alive as possible, so he seemed reluctant to use fatal blows to stop the aggressors.  When the pole wielder snaked it forwards to strike Zass, he blocked it and it shatterered on his arm.  Zass smiled and I saw a flash of fang.  OK, that guy's toast.  They circled each other in vaguely familiar stances, Zass moving in to strike and the other one backing up when Zass proved he was competent.  The other guy shook his hands, jumped up and down on the spot a couple of times and then sank back into his stance again.  Show off.  Zass just smiled and sprang at him.  Pouncing like a cheetah on its prey and dislocated both the guys' arms.  The pops sounded awful, not as awful though as the guy's scream of agony.  The guy with the knife took a deep breath and swallowed before raising the knife his way again.  Before he could blink, Zass took it from his hand and knocked him out with it.

"Amateurs."  I heard him say as one of the robed figures approached me.

Maureen and Angela were facing off against two other robed figures.  I guessed they were women from their shoes.  Maybe they thought girls wouldn't hit other girls, they were wrong.  Maureen wasn't a big girl, but she was solidly built and as soon as she got close enough she punched one of the figures in the jaw.  The recipient of the blow immediately dropped to the ground and started to cry.  Maureen slapped her and told her to shut up.  She pulled out two pairs of cable tie cuffs and promptly cuffed her hands and feet and left her there sniffling.  Angela also was facing a female, but this one was a bit more problematic.  She had seen Maureen's treatment of the other woman and had pulled a tazer from somewhere under her robe. 

Angela appeared to be smiling.  What?  Oh OK, I guess she was enjoying herself a bit too much.  I wondered how Father Rinaldi kept her entertained on their non-combat days. 

When she moved in towards the woman and got tapped by the tazer, she grinned even wider and then took it away from the other woman before Bitchslapping her and pulling her cowl off so she could pull her hair.  Maureen came up with another set of cuffs and they put that one on the ground next to the other, both snivelling.  Then they went to assist the rest of their team who were all fighting other robed figures.  The big guy was obviously a wrestler and had one guy over his head, body slamming him into the dirt, before grabbing another in a Nelson Hold. 

Father Rinaldi was saying something from the Bible, but I couldn't hear his words over the fighting.

John... Benjamin??  I don't remember was trading punches and kicks with another two guys and the rest were getting in on the action.  Neither side appeared to be completely winning, there were more of them but Zass and Misha gave us the advantage with speed, and I guess Father Rinaldi's teams training put them a bit ahead of the typical inexperienced groupie.  I had no more time to see what everyone else was doing as the figure that had been approaching me stood in front of me and removed his cowl. 

Robert.

Robert drew his firearm and pointed it at me again.  I didn't wait for it to rise to my eye level, I speed drew my own weapon and got it up to his sightline as he raised his to mine. 

Robert made a face, as if he wasn't expecting me to be capable of raising my gun let alone pointing it at him and holding it steady. 

"Who are those freaks you're with Hoying?" 

"They're not freaks, you're the freak Robert.  Demon worship?  Really?  You couldn't just be happy with being a dirty cop and giving the rest of us a bad name?  You had to get involved in something that could literally bring about Hell on earth.  Why?" I asked.

"I really just don't care about anyone or anything else in this world Hoying.  If I get to rule part of this place when we win, with slaves to do my every whim, I'm good with the whole Hell part of the equation."

"You're a nutter."  I responded.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked back over his shoulder as the High Priestesses voice raised in volume to a shriek and black smoke started to appear in the centre of the pentagram.  "Looks like I'm a nutter on the winning team, loser."  He retorted and turned his head again to see if the Demon was coming.  Taking the opportunity to use his distraction against him, I cold cocked him with my piece and then hog tied him with my own tie cuffs, feeling like a bit of pay back was due, I didn't tie his feet together, I tied one foot to one hand the other foot to the other hand.  Stepping back and admiring my handiwork I smirked, then moved closer to the crazy woman and certain doom.

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