The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Meet the Demon

Fang

The Church of the Guarded Heaven Training Grounds

Oklahoma, USA

December 6th, 2019

Fang heard two gunshots, spaced so closely together that he was willing to bet the men in front of him had only heard one. Both men jumped and turned towards the wound, which was all the distraction he needed.

Time slowed down.

Fang took a single step forward and grabbed the arm of the rightmost guard, pulling it straight. The man looked at him, and Fang saw his eyes widen in fear. The other guard hadn't noticed what was going on, instead staring at the body of the lookout who had been in the hay loft as it fell to the ground.

The other guard turned around fast when his buddy's elbow suddenly bent backwards as Fang slammed his own into it. The man screamed, and Fang slammed his combat boot into the side of the man's knee, sending him to the floor as his leg could suddenly no longer take his weight. The other man was just opening his mouth, maybe to try and stop Fang, maybe to yell for help, it didn't matter. Fang's knife, a brutal piece of matte black steel of his own creation, flew into his hand, and he slammed it into the man's stomach twice, twisting it both times before pulling it out and shoving the man away.

The screaming of the two men mingled together as Fang stepped back, rolling his shoulders with a pop. Nobody else as coming at him, so he turned in a slow circle and took stock of his surroundings. The two men in front of him weren't going anywhere. Whatever training they had, they were just normal humans, and the kind of pain they were in would keep them from doing anything but screaming for a while. He couldn't hear any alarms going off, which was good. Ranger had taken out the two guards with guns up top, and Fang couldn't see anybody else yet.

"Ranger," Fang said, hitting the broadcast button on his comm. "See anybody else."

"Negative." Ranger's voice was detached in the same way it always was when he was looking through the scope. The voice of a cold, merciless killer. "I can't see-" The lights picked that moment to go out all across the area. "Anything at all now. Good work, Vyper."

"Thanks." Vyper's voice answered. "I'm rigging the generator to overheat now, then I'll join Chesyr as the back door."

"I'm just about there." Chesyr checked in. Fang could hear her panting, so he knew she was running towards the back door. "Going to go on in and see what I can find."

"Hold position, Chesyr." Oracle said. "Theres three headed your way, probably to go check on the generators. I'm also seeing two in the holding cell hallways, and most everybody else is staying put."

"Hey Oracle," Fang asked, a smile forming on his face. "How are you still viewing the cameras if the Wi-Fi is out?"

"Black magic, duh." Oracle said. Every time they were on a mission and this happened, he'd ask her that. Every time, her answer was different.

"Fang, on your left." Ranger broke in. The door to the barracks were open, and a dozen people had come running out. One of them was running for the entrance to the church, three were on their way to the barn, and the rest were running at him.

Fang smiled at them as they approached. Out of his peripheral, he saw one of the runners heading to the barn suddenly pitch to his right as Ranger downed him. The other two put on speed, but Fang knew that Ranger would put them down before they could get anywhere close to his brother.

The first man to reach Fang was built like a linebacker and was rushing him like he was a scrawny quarterback in open field. Unfortunately for him, Fang didn't play by those rules. He sidestepped and slid the knife along the man's side, laying open skin and muscle until he felt the blade grinding along ribs. Fang followed through by giving the man a quick stab in the kidney, resetting the knife in his grip. Another gunshot rang out, and Fang knew somebody else had hit the ground. None of the people slowing to a stop in front of him, though.