The Last Episode: Fate Unborn, I will fight.

Everything goes wrong

She was eight months along, showing signs of start labor soon. She sat at the edge of the bed, the bucket next to her half way full of the contents of her stomach. Lucky behind her rubbing her back trying to help his wife, talking to her and the baby growing inside the love of his life.
    “You know there peanut making mommy sick, it’s not nice, and you mommy need to lay down and rest, I’ll get a cold cloth for your head and I’ll turn the fan on, crackers are in order, yes?”
    She laid down and nodded her head. Lucky kissed her forehead and got off the bed, walk out of the room, into the kitchen. Brought everything for her and his child. He laid down, he was tired from the long day of working in the woodshop. You knew he was a hard worker, his finger tips covered in splinters, the palms of his hands rough, always coming home cover in tiny pieces of wood, but always there when he felt his wife be in pain. He was always taking care of her.
    Midnight rolled in, the full moon reaching its highest point, thunder sounded and lighting lit the sky.  Fast asleep, both of them laid in bed, Lucky woke to the sound of his wife screaming, jumping out of bed, there was nothing but a note on her side of the bed. He sat on her side of the bed, holding his head in his hands, whispering to himself. Lucky stood up aynd walked to his dresser, he slipped into a white long sleeve shirt and black pants. He walked out, lighting lit the house, the door to the child’s room was open, He walked in, the baby’s crib had the blanket and bear they had bought for their unborn child. Everything in that room, he made for it.
    Leaving his home and walking into the darkness of the night, he walked to the his “Man Cave”, he put his leather armor on, his gun against his back, his knifes against his hip, he walked out and towards the woods that went to town.
    “Lucky! You will give up now, your wife will not deliver that child, that child is a curse to this world!” A man at the edge of the woods screamed.
    “I am a human, my wife is human, my child is human! Damn it, you touch my family I swear, I will end you worthless life.” Lucky told him with anger lingering.
    That man came after him, knives pointed at him, Lucky dodged every attack, he ended up behind the man, with his blade against the man's throat.
“You will now tell me where my wife is…” He grunted at the man, pushing the blade down a little harder. “I’ll tell you, they took her to Westside.”  He took a shaky breath, “That is where you could find her, please don’t kill me, I have a family too.” He took him to the tree and tired him up.
“I’ll let you get eaten by the crows” he growled. When lucky turned he saw that the other man had disappeared. He walked along the path, many men tried to take that one man on. He shot each one in the chest, making sure no one would stop him. The only thing on his mind was finding his wife and child. He prayed to the God he didn't believe in that his wife and child would be okay. He stood at the edge of the woods seeing the light at the town, he kept walking anger filled every ounce of his being but five men stopped in front of the gate pointed guns at him
“ lucky please stop this is not what we wanted but when we found out your wife was pregnant we knew we had to kill the unborn child to keep our Paradise. We all have wives and children of our own to protect them we are willing to sacrifice two out of the hundred people that live here.” One of the men spoke calmly
“ you are the devil's son you do not belong here, the child growing in your wife's womb will destroy everything we love and own! We will kill you, so you and your wife and unborn child will be able to be in Hell together!” Another man screamed.
“ If you knew who I really was, you would never think I was the Devil’s son. I built my life up from sticks, I have dug myself from holes deeper than you could imagine. Yes, I fell in love with one of the town's girls, we made love and she was pregnant. I married that young girl and we are still happily married. I have built a home for them from sticks and stones. I just put my life into everything for them and it's not going to end like this. I'm going to walk out of here holding my child and holding my wife bring them back home where they belong.” Lucky spoke with anger and love and truth dripping from every word.
He killed two of the men with his gun, another man came at him with a knife, he quickly moved and got him in the lower back, cutting his spine in half. One man stood at the gate ready to fight, while the last opened the gate and ran away. This fight was bloody, cuts and stab wounds bled from the two men. Lucky on the brink of having lost too much blood stood tall while the other man fell. Lucky walked through the gate. The road lead to the middle was the town, but it wasn’t Westside. He stumbled to the center of the town. No lights came from the houses, doors locked, windows shut, unable to run he saw the mob of men at the church. He turned down a small alley, he had to make it to Westside. At the other end he saw a light forming at an old prayer home. He sat down, still in the alley, he took part of his shirt and ripped it off and stuffed it into his mouth, he took out his lighter and lit it, after it had warmed up, pushed it onto a badly bleeding wound, burning it close. He did that for three other wounds. He took a breath afterwards gathering himself before he went off. Standing up, he used the wall to hold himself up, as he tried to make it to the prayer house all he could do is think about his wife.