Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 15

Another long one Lovely Readers. And two in one day, kind of. Spoiling you I am, yes!

Case 1 - "Scott"

The smoke inside the pentagram was swirling and starting to coalesce. It got blacker and Father Rinaldi's efforts appeared to be failing, until I saw a faint flicker of light at the edge of the symbols marked into the grass. I couldn't really tell who was winning, so I went with my gut thinking the good guys were in trouble.

Everyone else was occupied with black robed worshippers, so I went and stood next to the Father and asked if I could help in any way. He grasped my arm and I suddenly felt the weight he was carrying. Holy crap........... fighting this thing was really taking it out of him. I let him use my strength to stand straighter. Bracing myself against the weight, I put my hand in the middle of the Father's back and steadied him, helping him stand more upright. Then he started speaking louder.

The woman was still shrieking, so she obviously hadn't finished her ritual either. It seemed to be the tipping point, and I suddenly got a flash, a premonition if you will, of something terrible. A huge arm reaching out of the smoke, its claws tearing Zass practically in half. I didn't know if that was a survivable injury in vampire terms but the next one took off his head & I knew that definitely wasn't when he disintegrated into a pile of ash in front of my stunned eyes.

"Fuck." No way in hell I'm letting that happen. I turned and yelled for Pegasus. He broke his next victim's back over his mighty knee and strode towards me. "Bring the bag!" I yelled and he leaned down and picked it up on the way over. "We need the BFG Big Guy." I yelled and shouted to the others to get the darts ready.

Pegasus got to where we were standing and thanked me for holding Father Rinaldi upright. Apparently I was standing in for him, so he doubly appreciated the heads up. He pulled out the rocket launcher and loaded the impressive looking heat seeker into the tube then got the thing ready to fire. I said, "When Zass finishes off this next guy, he's going to turn to face that one there." I pointed at another black robe. "Then, there's going to be a big arm come out of that smoke and it's going to kill him. I need you to fire the rocket at the top left of the smoke pillar when I tell you and get your tranq darts ready."

He nodded and pulled out the dart gun checking the safety and clicking it off. He put it in his belt for easy access and got into a comfortable stance to hold and fire the rocket. His team mates were starting to get the upper hand. There were more people in cuffs and unconscious than there were bodies which I was happy about. The few stragglers though were better trained and therefore proving harder to put down. Maureen was out of action, she'd taken a nasty wound to the leg and was seated next to a group of prisoners waiting for the fight to finish, using a first aid kit to strap it up.
Angela was still going strong, a real tiger that one. She was busy whipping some guy's ass literally, I have no Idea where it came from. He was prone on the ground trying to protect the package as best as he could and he was practically begging to give up and be cuffed. I think she was just having too much fun to stop.

The other guys were facing off with more worshippers and slowly tag teaming them into submission. Zass and Misha were covered in blood, enjoying every second, but that next move happened just as I saw it and I yelled out for Pegasus to fire.

Everyone stopped and stared as the rocket headed for the smoke pillar and struck the huge arm that was starting its swing descent towards Zass. The rocket struck the arm and I yelled "Darts" as Pegasus dropped the launcher and grabbed his gun. He started firing and hit the shoulder attached to the arm. And we all shrank back in horror at the face that appeared out of the smoke, roaring in pain. Angela had raced over to stand with Father Rinaldi as soon as I had yelled for the darts. She pulled out another gun and shoved it at me as Father Rinaldi grasped my hand holding the gun and blessed it. Everyone fired at the Demon who continued to bellow his displeasure at the inconceivable pain he was feeling.