Ghost Mirror

Chapter 7 - Gathering of the Four

Light continued to fill the air, growing brighter.

            “Don’t look back,” Gretchen warned. “Run for cover.”

The only option was a series of buildings were only a fifty feet distant.

Spencer was concerned for Gretchen as they ran; wrapping an arm across her shoulder Spencer did his best to support Gretchen as they took cover behind a building that sat on the north side of the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. Seconds later the nuclear blast wave ripped though Queens blowing windows out otherwise causing very major damage at four miles from ground zero.

            After the blast wave passed it was time to get moving.

            “We need to get to LaGuardia, there maybe a plane we can use.” Spencer suggested.

            “With the fall out that’s sure to be coming we won’t make it far with out wheels.” Jessie commented searching the immediate area to find that the roads were mostly clear so they looked toward a nearby parking lot for some transportation.  The first vehicle they came to was a 2013 Chevy Silverado.

            Jessie climbed in and found no keys.

            “Great, no keys.” Jessie said.

            “Then move over.” Vince said.

            “Didn’t you hear me?” Jessie asked.

            “Of course I did, so I’ll hotwire the damn thing.” Vince retorted as he sat down and reached under the dash and pulled off the steering wheel cover and found the wires that led to the ignition, in no time the truck was running.

            “Hop in, the fallout will be here soon.” Vince said.

Spencer, Gretchen and Jessie climbed in, Vince shifted into drive and slammed on the gas pedal and smashed through the gate and turned right and then turned left and passed under the Brooklyn Bridge before turning on to Old Fulton Street. Vince continued navigating the nearly abandoned streets, dodging derelict cars before getting onto I-278, which practically took them to the front doors of LaGuardia Airport.

            On the approach a large air craft could be seen, it was Air Force One.

            “Looks like the President never made it out.” Jessie commented as everybody emerged from the truck.

            “Can you fly that thing, Gretchen?” Vince asked.

            “If it has wings, I can fly it.” Gretchen remarked.

            “Then let’s get onboard and get airborne.” Spencer said heading for the terminal.

Spencer pulled the terminal door open and found the terminal quiet, a little too quiet. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. It didn’t register until it was almost too late.

            A small winged demon swooped down from the ceiling, shrieking like a banshee heading straight for Jessie. She dodged taking only a gash in the upper arm, within seconds three celestial swords were lighting up the terminal.

            The demon remained aloft fifteen feet off the ground, the calm before the next attack. Then a light appeared above the demon and fell toward the ground, a sword pierced the demons back and pinned it to the ground.  The demon turned to dust and then the light faded as Michael stood in its place.

            “Michael.” Spencer called.

            “Well done, Spencer.  The Prince has been killed,” Michael said but frowned. “But the four horsemen are converging on Satan’s Earthly castle; the first one is in Berlin and will be leaving tomorrow at noon.” Michael explained.