Light from Darkness

Chapter 11- Chase

The motorbike powered on, swerving to avoid dead cars and corpses alike fast approaching the sea front ahead. Unsure of where they were or even why, the two groups of strangers shadowed the pair on the motorbike for the third day straight. Nova was still irritated they hadn’t jumped the freaks when they had the chance but each time she argued the point the others shot her down and she even found that Angel disagreed with her. Weirdly the only one who did side with her was Ella but she was hardly the sort Nova wanted with her. She was a killer, she knew it from the look in her eyes. Regardless the next time she found herself in the right position Nova would take matters into her own hands. 

Rowland was probably the worst out of them all in terms of shape after carrying Kara almost all of the time since she couldn’t fly. Tin man had made the gesture to look after her instead but he had refused. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him, or rather he wasn’t the only one he didn’t trust with looking after Kara. He wouldn’t let anyone touch her and neither would she, whimpering away whenever they came near. He hoped they would stop soon, he wasn’t sure how long he could keep up.

Angel was deep in thought yet again. She was still considering the threat of this new henchman, evaluating how useful he was and weighing up whether they should just attack. For that she had to question what her goal was. A tough question, one she answered with the desire to make sure this “War of the Flames” never came about but she did own her set of agendas. Number one being to make sure Skeleton was dead, at least as dead as it was possible for a skeleton. Ultimately she cared nothing for her own safety but she had to make sure she wouldn't just throw away her life and risk the War of Flames coming true. But she also couldn’t engage the enemy, she needed the new man for transport if she were to be at optimum use to the cause as it were. If something went wrong in the fight and he died then she wouldn’t ever let it go. As it were she needed to let the Skeleton and his friend reach their destination and from there she could plan appropriate action. If only her silly sister saw it the same as her, Nova was itching for a fight and Angel knew she wouldn’t hold back much longer. She felt that the journey would only last a day or two more. No she was sure.

As for Ella and Aran the two were at a disagreement very similar, sitting down one night while the others slept on a barely visible rooftop to discuss what to do. In the corner of their view the Skeleton’s eyes burned and the black man breathed heavily in his sleep ignorant of their pursuers 

“He needs to die, so does his friend. You get that right?” Ella asked noting the neutrality in Aran’s gaze. His face was dimly lit in the night but his shock of brown hair still looked ragged and attractive to her even in this little light.

“I understand how you feel Ella but we can’t barge in and cause a ruckass. One of us is bound to die. We should wait and that’s why I argued for chasing him down before you ask.”

“I need him gone Aran, he’s a threat to Rowland, you and Kara. The sooner he’s gone the sooner I sleep easy. I’m not gonna lie either that I don’t mind his buddy dying in the process. We don’t know what the guy’s capable of and we shouldn’t take the risk of sparing him.”

He frowned at how Ella said the phrase “sparing him” with such hatred.

“You talk about it as if compassion is the enemy instead of Skeleton. What had happened if you’d killed me when you met me on the island? Where would you be now without me?”