CREED

Chapter 20

Hi guys :)  Late again, but here's another chapter down ;)  I wish had more time to make this happen faster, but unlike the Supers I write about, I'm only Human :(  

PS*  Unedited.  So you know what to do when you find a shit ton of errors :P

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PPS*  You may find some things repeated from different perspectives*

Italics for thoughts or mental conversations*

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Angelo:

A few things happened in rapid succession. First was the arrival of the Ancient two, followed by Malachi yanking McKenna away from Creed, which brought her hurtling towards them. His son was still reaching for his mate when he suddenly dropped; curling into himself, and the low keening that emanated from him almost shattered Angelo's will. The Chimera was one motion away from getting to him when he found himself with an armful of retaliating younglings. After Nate caught McKenna mid-throw, Roark was suddenly at his heels with Hope pushing to get ahead. Though Maym's voice drilled holes in his head, Angelo juggled with the kids to keep them away from where Creed remained trapped.

The stupid asshole, Malachi then turned the whole passage into a murky void covered by a force field they could not breach and with a flick of his wrist; he had all of them frozen where they stood. Malachi had taken charge of their actions before they could get any further, and Angelo hated that he couldn't be closer to his boy even though every instinct screamed at him to do something. Against his will, Angelo was forced to watch his son writhe and twitch like an animal in the throes of death, the Ancient beings that were supposed to fix this shit, looking more afraid than capable of ending his torture. A room full of Supers...two Ancients, three Elders, four younglings...and they all found themselves helpless to do anything but watch as Creed struggled against a foe he could not see.

Angelo's eyes burned. He was ashamed. His failure as a father, as a husband, a friend...it weighed heavily on him. More terrified than he'd ever been before and incapable of consoling Rayne, Angelo found that her grief and hopelessness had only made his worsen. Usually he could turn that emotion into strength. Tonight, he never felt so useless.

The scene was oddly reminiscent of his time on the battlefield, only now it was Creed on the floor with a spear of something white-hot and smoldering impaling him to the ground while they were forced to witness it. A hazy black light coated the half of the room that Creed was in, white light the other, and it was a mystery as to how the Vampires were managing in that close proximity. Spike, somehow forgotten in the melee puffed out madly, hissing at the Ancient two before sending out a spray of needles, the odd pinging zips as they flew through the air melded smoothly with their harsh breathing. It would have been amusing had the situation not been so dire. Spike glared at the Ancients, irritable and protective, uninterested in their status, only understanding they were a threat to his family. His weapons failed at hitting their marks, mainly because Malachi didn't allow them to, but he stood bravely at the forefront, prepared to fire again. It was the distraction Angelo needed to pull himself together, and he silently thanked the little guy for the interruption. Fighting against the binding, Angelo finally mustered enough sense of mind to tear himself loose and then get the remaining Supers free from the Ancient's hold.

That was a low blow from the stupid son of a bitch...

"Stand down Spike." He ordered before Malachi could retaliate further, and although the compact cactus held in his spines, he did not abandon his murderous glower, nor did he relax his posture, eventually hopping back only a step to stand like a soldier at Rayne's side.