Chapter 6: Onward to Enlightenment
On the platform of Floor 1, our assassins ascend the steps. They arrive at landing 2.
RY: “We can skip this one; it’s just the gym, workout equipment, basket ball hoops, the like...
Hey ELLy, did you know I was the first place winner in the basketball competition?”
ELLy: “Really? That’s so cool. Was I in the competition too?”
RY: “In fact you were; you got second to last place just ahead of Flea And just behind Z... Poor Flea.”
Z: “I refused to play... Best save our energy and not exert it all, but lets have a quick look in anyway to see if anyone’s there.”
Z grabbed hold of the bar on the door, and cracked it open.
Z: “ELLOOO?”
A few NEOS soldiers were cowering in the corner, “Please don’t kill us,” The soldier’s pleaded.
Z: “Fine, I won’t!” He drew back, slamming the door.
Z: “Well that will keep them busy for a while until they leave.”
ELLy: “I told you someone would of taken my trophy if I left it. Nehh!”
Z “What did you do to earn that trophy; I had to settle the differences uv the elders for that, no easy task. Now get yourself up those flights of stairs.”
Up the third flight to platform 3. No more stairs, just a pair of double doors awaited in front of them.
RY: “Well if they were to set up an ambush for us, this would be it. That means make yourself ready. That means you ELLy.”
Z: “Steel yourselves.”
ELLy, “Ready as ever!”
RY and Z: “Shhhh! Lets go.”
The double doors bust open, and almost immediately bullets were sprayed towards the trio. RY, acting quickly, kicked Elly out of the way, and jumped in time to return a valley back, nailing 5 of the 11 NEOS. Z braced the bullets and ran up, slashing the bullets set on his heart. He took out 3 NEOS standing too still. Elly stood up and rushed at one of the soldiers, with handkerchief in hand. *Downg* Must of broke his neck... By that time only 1 was left, scurrying backward as he faced the original duo.
Z: “I have a task for you.”
NEOS: “Anything! Just let me live!”
Z: “I want you to holster everyone's rifles to their body, out uv respect for the dead... And one more thing, I want you to leave and never return, only then will I spare your soul as you spare it yourself. Do I make my self clear?”
NEOS: “Sir, yes sir!”
Z: “Then get started!”
The man scuttled along to the closest comrade and holsters his rifle onto his body.
Another set of double doors stood at the end of the room.
Z: “Totals? 37, 1 tank.”
RY: “43, 1 tank”
ELLy: “You guy’s have been keeping count!? I guess like 14.”
Z: “I doubt that.”
ELly: “HEY!”
They walked thru the double doors. They stared down a long corridor that led to the left, heading west. Once they got around the corner, another shorter hallway with a door on the south wall.
Z: “Ahh, a repair station. I’ll only be a few minutes. I did sustain a slightly gratuitous amount of damage back there, I’ll be fine.”
The repairs only took a few minutes, 14 bullet holes and 1 torn muscle. With his repairs complete, they continued the trek down the hall. Another left, another corridor, with more double doors at the end. The doors getting ever closer, like a moth to its salvation by way of the candle.
*Swaaashhsack!!!!* a most vile apparition appeared before them. Inhuman, screeching, with distortion all around its image. As quick as it appeared, it disappeared just as fast.
Z: “Well that was weird…”
RY: “Oh well, I guess…”
ELLy: “I think I pissed myself!...”
Beyond the next double doors was the stairway to the next set of floors. Up one more floor.
Z: “ Wanna check this door?”
RY: “Sure, why not.”
ELLy: “Maybe there’s a restroom.”
Z “Maybe, or it could be…”
They walked in the room. It was dark. The lights turned on…
RY: “1 and 11! I thought you were in heaven!”
The strong man with Gatling guns on both hands: “Wrong! I am not as you say, 1. Ha! I am -1”
The skinny man, actually two (conjoined twin on his back), holding 2 flame throwers: “Annndddss I -11!”
Both: “Were from Hell.”
Z: “The negative series aye. You guys will be fun to dance with.”
-11: “Enndsss of…
-1: “Ze line, HA!”
Imagination can take us anywhere, but to get to the heavens which be our hopes and dreams, we may have to fight the hells that reveal themselves to get there. What will befall the Fates left behind?
