Crayons, Captivity and Carnage ( and a side of fries)

Chapter 7: Beautiful Disaster

The only good thing happening right now was the fact that the sun had set. And also, the fact that they had received word that Samantha was safe, in New Orleans with Ryker, Shiloh and Meri and the rest of Knight Corp keeping her safe and looking after her.

"Punch through it, we have the armour and bumpers." Tim braced as he yelled, knowing Bryn was already accelerating to do just that. They had seen the flames for the past several miles, fading and reappearing as they rounded corners and crested hills, seeing the bright light and smelling the acrid scent of burning fuel, flesh and metal get stronger as they approached.

They saw the flashes of gunfire, though that was surprisingly few and far between. Bryn swore as the vehicle swerved around two metal boxes that looked like they had been ripped open from the inside, the ride getting rough over pavement that was torn up by claw marks and craters left by explosions.

Tim idly saw Ryker's SUV parked on the side of the road, looking oddly pristine and forgotten despite the carnage around them. They saw one burned out, crashed helicopter halfway down an embankment and sped around another one smashed in the road, before they finally crashed through the final barrier of the twisted remains of an armoured truck.

Tim was opening the door as the vehicle skidded to a stop when he saw Urdu, using her helmet to beat in the brains of.... Something Tim couldn't identify. He dove to the side and brought his rifle up, opening fire to keep the humans pinned in the two vehicles they seemed to be hiding in. Though a Hunter had one of Urdu's swords through a machine gun and his chest, impaling him to the side of the vehicle.

"Move!" Tim yelled, slinging his gun and drawing his blades as he saw a second of the beasts tackle Urdu to the ground, in a messy roll of claws and teeth that he wasn't going to try and shoot through.

His team moved in to engage the Hunters and he could barely keep track of Alesky moving beside him, blades also in hand as they sprinted for the two massive, ugly looking half-werewolf at a genetic yardsale freaks. The one Urdu had been beating had one of her swords it its mouth, driven up into its brain, but it was shuddering and clawing itself to it's hand and knees, one of its appendages a bloody stump.

"They have aircraft incoming!" Bryn yelled.

"Shoot it down!" Tim yelled at the same time Alesky did, though neither of them paused to wonder how the hell they were going to take out helicopters. They weren't equipped for all out war.

The sound of their voices drew the attention of the two creatures. The one pinning Urdu to the ground turning to look towards them as Alesky reached the injured creature first. Even injured, even nearly fucking dead, the monster moved with surprising speed, though his boss was quicker. Alesky dodged around the claws and sending his blades into the thing's chest, straight for it's rapidly beating heart before it realized he wasn't where he had been. Tim leapt onto the thing's back, his own blades cutting through muscle, bone and cartilage as he sliced off the beast's head in an explosion of blood that coated Carbry.

Tim would have stopped to laugh about the destruction of the man's tailor made suit, if the two of them hadn't been spinning and turning to face the creature that Urdu had managed to crawl out from under. His demon had a longsword in her hands, a blade he vaguely recognized from one of those that hung on the wall of her cave, and was slicing through the beast's hide as it tried to bite at her.

While it was distracted, Carbry shifted under it and sliced through it's underbelly, spilling out all manner of filth, leaving Tim to jump on the thing's back and impale his swords through the back of the beast's skull.

It shuddered, though he wasn't sure if it was from his blades, or the longsword that had gone straight through the monster's chest, heart and spine to press rather uncomfortably into his side.

He heard the sound of a rocket being shot over the loud whirr of an approaching blackhawk and tensed for the pain that he was certain was coming. The sky lit up brilliantly and he found himself falling off the beast, seeing a flaming helicopter careening into the side of a nearby hill.

"We need to get some of these!" Bryn was laughing like a schoolgirl. A very demented, violent school girl, and as Carbry hauled him to his feet, they turned to see Bryn holding what appeared to be a Hunter-built rocket launcher.

"I told you to stay back." Urdu's armour was shredded, her normally braided white hair a dark red from all the blood she was coated in and she looked seriously injured. Though she gave him a wicked grin, handing him his swords back before starting towards the last stronghold of Hunters.

His team had surrounded and disabled the vehicle, but they could hear the sounds of people still within.

"And I didn't argue... but you kind of needed the help." Tim sheathed his blades, glancing to where Carbry was trying to flick the filth off of him as he walked beside the two of them.

Urdu gave him a glance, before her armour shimmered once more, her power restoring it to like new, though Tim frowned when he saw the colour of her horns paling even further. She had expended a lot of energy already.

"They couldn't send you any backup?" Tim growled, realizing for the first time that she was here, alone. Which was completely bullshit, after he met the array of powerful fighters that Lucifer seemingly had on call.

Urdu shrugged, "you were my back up."

"There's about seven hiding inside... hey.. Olivia." Bryn hesitantly offered, glancing down at her rocket launcher. "I'm guessing I'm not allowed to shoot it."

Tim wanted them dead. All of them. He didn't care about the ethics, didn't care about mercy or anything like that. These bastards had hurt so many people, but they had now hurt Sam and Urdu. He turned to glare at Carbry, who was watching him with an oddly stoic expression. When Carbry met his eyes, they both glanced to Urdu, who shrugged.

"If you guys are against the wonton death of nearly defenceless assholes, I'd suggest you return to your vehicles and drive away." Urdu's voice was cold death. There was no humanity, no mercy in his mate at that moment, and despite the shiver it caused, Tim remained standing where he was. His only movement was when he lowered his hands to unsheathe his blades once more.

"Sam is alright. We got word that the doctors were setting the break in her arm, and the drugs are running through her system quickly." Carbry offered as Urdu stepped up to the secure, five hundred pound armoured door.

The demon General of Lucifer turned to look at his boss, her eyes shining darkly from under her helm, her voice an ageless growl. "That does not earn them mercy. She is alright because of us. Because of your team and I. Because of her ability to fight and survive. Not because of any choice they made."

"It will send a message." Carbry inclined his head.

And it was then that Tim realized his boss wasn't arguing, he was just stating the facts like someone reading stock options.

"Good." Urdu ripped the door off its hinges and tossed it. Tim didn't watch it's path, but he could judge by the sound that it landed on the remains of one of those two beasts. "Lucifer wanted a message to be sent."

When Urdu started hauling the Hunters out, as the group of remaining six of them turned to try and fight, she wasn't the only one ripping them apart. None of them begged for mercy, though Tim wasn't about to consider how much chance the Hell-sent demon and a team of very angry vampires gave the bastards to do much else than fight and die.