Spawn Of A Mad-Man

The Devil's Station

25/3/2047

They walked through the station's doors, as they did once before.

It took merely seconds, before the officers had their guns in theirs hands pointed at the demon in the doorway.

An entire station armed and afraid.

Within their clan were three important faces that Wing recognised in an instant.

"I have come to collect!" They said, ensuring every officer would hear them.

They began to walk closer to the officers, who had all of which, now gotten just about ready to fire.

"Give me Arya Windthrow, Steven Dahmer and Andrew Fenten and no-one else will get hurt." They warned, "I know they're here, I can see them amongst you."

They began to edge slightly closer to the officers, calm and careful.

The tension in the room grew denser and denser the closer they got.

"Mx Harbinger, you're under arrest for the murder of our chief and many others." One of the officers stepped out, clearly taking lead.

"Arya Windthrow. Steven Dahmer. Andrew Fenten. You will not be warned again." They said.

"Mx Harbinger, if you do not hand yourself over, we will be forced to shoot." The officer tried again.

"If you won't give me whom I require then fucking shoot!" They retorted.

As Wing moved steadily closer, the men and women tightened their grips.

"You heard me. SHOOT!" They said.

Within a moment the officers let fly.

Their wings began to shield them from the volley as the rest of Wing's true form revealed itself.

Once the shots ended, their wings released from the shield and they were there in all their hellish glory.

"That wasn't very polite, now, was it?" They uttered, moving closer to the people in blue.

But as they got closer, and dread filled the officer's faces, three more shots whent off, and after that three bodies hit the floor and silence soon followed.

Much to Wing's surprise the three carcasses, Arya, Steven and Andrew, had been executed, each by a precise bullet to the head.

The three officers who were guilty of the act, stood in shock as everyone else stared in awe.

This was not what Wing had wanted, but the result is the same.

"You have chosen to sacrifice the lives of the evil and deserving in hopes of your own survival." They gently caressed the face of one of the shooters as they spoke. "I wanted to kill them myself. Your actions today are pointless and stupid." Everyone remained still, looking on paralysed by terror. "I ought to rip your head from your shoulders for daring to take my kills from me." They paused for a moment, "But I respect your bravery, however idiotic your actions may be. You may live by my will."

They turned with haste and began to leave.

"Goodbye supposed servants of justice." They stopped for a second.

Then as quickly as they had arrived, they had walked out of the door in which they entered.