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Hell's Fury 3 Crimson agitation |
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Hell’s Fury
Chapter III
Crimson Agitation
It was a bewitching feeling, traveling through the forests having demonic company. AnRak and Tamoka left Tendo, because if they were caught again then immediate prosecution would follow. Also if they were spotted by anyone, not just those of the Tendo incident they would most likely be killed, or had to fight off people. This is because a human keeping a demonic companion was forbidden through out most of the world. AnRak coped with the situation as best as one could. Over the course of their first day of traveling he mocked Tamoka, teased her and played tricks on her. Not to mention leading her on a course of his choosing, which wasn’t easy because she rejected all communication from him.
One of AnRak’s favored antics was pulling on her tail, which he did at every chance he could. This of course led to a light scuffle, but he came defensive. His bow often warded off her claws, dealing him zero injuries.
As a born alpha Tamoka lead the way, or at least thought she was. AnRak secretly set out the course, using many different ploys to manipulate where she traveled. He suggested ways opposite of his desire destination, knowing she would go the other way. While she napped he set a path by placing scented treats along it, of course removing them as she would wake, but the smell lingered of inviting herbs and candles. Surely enough they led her his way. The scent of cheese lured her the quickest.
AnRak’s had to visit a holy shrine where a true pious saint resided. He needed to give his prayer to those lost in Tendo and for their speedy recovery.
After the first day it was decided they would travel by night. The darkness would make it easier for them. Tamoka was still against AnRak tagging along with her. She cursed him at every mark.
One day they took refuge in a dark cave. AnRak made a bed out of anything soft he could find, which was some moist sand. Tamoka just lied her back against the wall wrapping her body in her now long and leathery wings.
Prior to their slumber they had a small quarrel of words.
“You’re part human?” AnRak’s voice dribbled with nerve, having spent time with her, she seemed to bare qualities that demons didn’t.
“No…” swiftly spoken, with no emotion.
He continued to press his luck “a child of Lucifer then?” He knew this by her humanoid attributes.
“No” still the same lack of enthusiasm.
“You know I met your father” his cocky façade began to fade, voice trembling here and there. He caressed his own neck, feeling the rough flesh of his scar which was given to him by the king of temptation.
Tamoka’s slits of eyes grew wider, giving off a crimson glow amongst the darkness of the cave. There was a display of intrigue, but her voice proved other wise “so what? Drop it!” She was growling now.
The conversation took a temporary pause until the next day
where the two were resting high up in some dead pine trees. The sky was growing violet from morning’s rise.
AnRak sat on a large branch, his back to the trunk of the tree. His weapons crossed over his chest. While he settled on the dieing branch. Tamoka was above him, dangling from a mess of tree limbs. Her head on one, while her feet clung to another. Her body was drooping as her wings cocooned her. She looked like a black hammock.
The only part of Tamoka’s body that escaped the wings was her tail, which draped below nearly in AnRak’s face. Seeing the sharp tail dangle over his face AnRak was tempted to pull it. He knew the result would be a entertaining show between the two, a battle. He decided that he would be chancing it. He pulled the tail lightly. Nothing happened.
Was she already asleep? He asked himself, closing his eyes only for a moment as he became pinned to the old branch. His eyes burst open and saw Tamoka holding his arms down with her claws and his legs down with her knees. Her expression was fury.
“I’ll finish my so called father’s work!” her elbow blade neared AnRak’s neck, pressing into the scar that he hinted to the previous day.
As terrifying as this was, all the fear left AnRak for he noticed she was using the dull angle of her natural weapon. He smirked as the fear dispersed. The grin perplexed Tamoka and she looked at him demanding want to know why he was smiling.
“What the hell is so funny?”
His voice was slightly pressed, but vocal enough to poke fun at the younger creature “your ferocity is cute.”
He pushed his leg up, lifting her knee as well which was holding it down. This made his next action easier. With the added weight of her leg he slammed his foot down on the branch. The rickety branch gave way underneath them. AnRak had perfectly picked his spot for his hand caught a firmer branch on a neighboring tree. He pulled himself up, watching the less fortunate Tamoka scrap and gather all kinds of branches on the way down. Dead pine needles fell all along with her, in what appeared to be a small hurricane and she was it’s heart.
The flapping wings only made it worse, hitting every single branch they could. She was unable to fly or stop her fall, until of course she crashed into the dead pine needle covered turf. Her face touched down first and she lifted up. Her spine was crooked from the landing. She spit out needles and dirt.
AnRak landed beside her, but gracefully on his feet. He looked at her with half a smug look “you okay?” He pulled a pine needle out of her silver and black hair.
“What the Hell was that for?” she needlessly asked, getting back to her feet and twisting to straighten her back, then shaking her wings to remove the dead pine needles before folding them to form her cloak.
“ I’ll take that as a yes.”
Tamoka gave him a dark look but turned and started her ascent back up the tree.
Anrak followed with a confident smile. He knew that Tamoka could destroy him in an instant. But the fact that she didn’t now nor during their time in Tendo intrigued him. In truth all she had ever done was to scare children. She was not a typical Hellian. Those such as Creed and Xoyel, who kill with no remorse fulfill the believed norm for such creatures. Tamoka was defiantly different. AnRak’s thoughts drifted to his dream. He had seen what she would have looked like as a human. Could it be that she had once been human? There was only one thing he could do and that was to learn more about her.
The sky slowly turned from indigo to crimson and all the colors in between. Once again the two were settled in the tree AnRak taking the higher altitude this time.“ Did you know that the sky was once blue?” he inquired.
“Right .” Was the gruff response.
“It’s true, in all the old movies it was depicted as being blue. It’s strange. It looked so beautiful as blue… Now it‘s all this red.”
Instead of another of her usual rejections Tamoka kept the conversation going. She pointed to one of the orange patches that often promised condensation. “ Then what about those parts? They aren’t red.”
“ Close enough, but they’re called clouds.”
“ I know what a cloud is!”
“ They used to be white.” AnRak leaned over to peer down at Tamoka “All that was beautiful has turned violent.”
Tamoka saw AnRak looking at her as he said this and her eyes went wide for a moment before she put up her emotional shield. “ What are you talking about?” she replied sounding a bit timid.
AnRak looked into her crimson eyes and saw what she really was. She was no demon. She was just a girl. “You’re human aren’t you?” He once again stated.
“Like Hell I am!” She said defensively turning her head away.
“You are. I know you are. That’s why you don’t kill.” AnRak said calmly. His eyes fixated on her.
“I’m not a God damned Human I’m a s’tan damned Demon!!” She shrieked getting to her feet. The word Satan blending into s’tan in her fury.
“Then why haven’t you killed me? You’ve had plenty of opportunities.” AnRak put his hand on the hilt of his sword just incase his next words drove her over the edge. “ It’s compassion that drives you, isn’t it?”
“Keep talking like that and you’ll be dead!” she hissed getting back into her resting state.
AnRak tried many more times to talk to her about it but he was completely ignored, and he eventually gave up and went to sleep.
The night next they found a vast city. It had old buildings that crumbled from the war. Also several new dome like buildings existed too. The city was lit up by giant spot lights. Where AnRak had traveled through this city before with ease, Tamoka could never get near it and now the two had to sneak through by night.
“Why the hell are we traveling through a city called War-stir?” Tamoka groaned.
“Worchester” AnRak corrected her as both were wrong on their pronunciation. They were both skulking around the darkness. Most of Worcester’s skyscrapers were thrashed, but there were still people living amongst the decimated apartment buildings. The overall city was used as a military out post for and had no leaders to care for the stubborn citizens that chose to stay.
Worcester was supplied with electricity and all kinds of goods from a crossed the planet, because it was on the way to Tendo for most corporate trucks. So everything Tendo got, Worcester was treated too.
“Perhaps they don’t know about the Tendo incident” AnRak explained to Tamoka “besides, we’re going to have to escape the military reach anyways and Worchester is our best bet for freedom.”
“Hmph, I could just fly…”
“Get Down!” AnRak pushed her into a rugged looking building, that could barely qualify as housing. Several hummers drove by carrying military personnel. AnRak knew they were on their way to Tendo.
Tamoka crossed her arms stubbornly “I knew they were coming, if they started something I would have…”
AnRak pulled one her long elf-like ears “you would have what?” His voice was now angrier than usual “they have a whole army, you going to fight them all.”
She pushed him off of her ear “that’s what I was going to say!”
He shook his head and when the cost was clear left, not saying another word. Both him and Tamoka trudged through the concrete rubble. They kept in small allies, where building debris was loud against their feet, but it was the best form of hiding at this point.
“Looks the same” they came to an open field where no building stood. Here AnRak fought in the war. Tamoka could smell corpses of Hellian’s long since dead.
“Damn humans…” This was her first sense of demonic pride.
“Jealous we won the war” he tugged her tail with the usual tease.
“Like I’d give a damn about a stupid squabble, I was born after it” she dated herself in the ironic statement. She continued to bash the mess man had made of the planet, but AnRak was thinking of her birth comment.
“So, you’re 17-18, or younger?” He questioned. He laughed as the barked at him. After a while of this AnRak discovered a soda vending machine in the distance. He would chance being caught to see it.
The machine wasn’t glowing like they did during Tendo’s nights, but it seemed to be kept stocked. It was decorated with a blue poster advertising a same colored soda. Tamoka poked the plastic front of the machine, wondering what it was.
“A vending machine” AnRak smiled. He pulled out a silver coin from his pocket with a man’s face on it. Bills were useless in this time so the world had to resort back to a coin system. He placed the coin into the machine and pressed a button matching the machines poster. With a rumble a can of soda popped out of the bottom. “Here you go” he handed it to Tamoka, then ordered one for himself.
Three fingers wrapped around the blue can, she held it clueless. She could tell by it’s density and weight that there was some liquid inside. She then watched AnRak do something to the can’s top and a hiss of air pressure sounded. He tilted the can to his mouth drinking. He saw her watching him as he enjoyed the cool beverage.
Immediately Tamoka pretended to be drinking from it, when in reality she was just biting down on the top. She didn’t want to look stupefied.
“Pull the tab at the top” He explained to her. She scowled at him briefly, until she did as he told. The same air pressure was heard and voila it was opened. She took a sip, shocked by the carbonated bubbles ravaging her tongue she spit it out.
“It’s gross!”
“What? You’re nuts…”
Giving the drink another chance, getting past the bubbles she still didn’t like it’s taste “isn’t this motor oil?” she recalled seeing the same canned technology holding the black substance.
“It’s soda” he got her an orange can this time with a matching colored fruit on the logo “here try this one.”
Wearily she gave it a chance, but the same result. AnRak ordered another one a root beer flavor, she hated this one more than the last two. After giving all the flavors a chance, soda was dead to her. It was hopeless to keep trying, plus they had more important things to be doing. AnRak thought about the saint the had to visit and he pushed Tamoka back into traveling.
They were now back in the more populated area, now half way through Worcester. Their trip was put on halt by several people running towards them screaming. Both hid in a dark crevice of a building. The screaming was no of anger, but of sheer terror.
Catching the higher ground Tamoka flew to the roof top. AnRak remained below. The people ran right by him. He heard a woman in the window above screaming a name.
“Yazl!” It was a boy’s name she was calling because surely enough a small child no older than five was running behind the others. Close to his back was a massive form of black, it’s snarls could be heard.
AnRak could not allow harm to come to this boy, from a demon. He immediately pulled an arrow and struck the black figure. The creature howled, slowing it’s rampage down, now it was in one of the many spot lights view. It’s horrid body was truly a thing of wonder.
The head was a long dog snout with beady yellow eyes. Many cuts covered the snout and it’s upper body was formed with fur coated muscle. It was a wolf like creature, but it had military gear. An armored sash containing knives went along his massive chest, though the blades were useless because his torso sized hands had 6 inch long claws. Below it was wearing ripped camouflage pants, containing grenades on side holsters.
“Dressed… Just like her” AnRak was no match for this beast’s size, but he served his life’s purpose as a hunter and shot the creature again, the arrow was caught in the beast’s grip. “Dammit, why do these damn things keep catching my arrows!” He frowned, helping the boy who ran to him.
The creature watched them both, a low growl came from it’s drooling fangs, as it tore the penetrated arrow from it’s right pectoral. It hated this pain and left AnRak alone, instead the beast smelled the humans in the above apartment window and leapt up there. It was a three story leap. AnRak missed where it had gone, for he was helping the small boy Yazl inside with his grandmother.
Inside the creature left a massive hole through the window. The father and mother tried to ward off the beast with a golf club and frying pan, but they were too paralyzed with fear to make any attack against the vicious beast.
The dog faced creature dispensed with their weapons, bending the golf club and biting through the frying pan. It had cornered them in the room. There was a fatter, balding man in there as well. He was powerless against the vicious beast. They all screamed at it, but it’s howl was much louder.
After helping Yazl, he told the boy and the elder woman to stay below. He went to find the monster. AnRak could hear the screaming, but the whole building had a steel metal frame and solid metal ceiling to each floor, so the sounds echoed something fierce. He was blind in the darkness and deaf in the terror.
The beast was about to dig it’s teeth into the largest member of the family cousin Pete, who was a fat b*****d with a simple name. (Happy?) The creature collapsed and was dragged out of the room by the hem of it’s pants. He was thrown out the window by a creature of greater devilish comparison.
The family thankfully gazed at the back of their savior. Seeing the black wings in the moving spot lights and the curling jagged tail sway over it’s strong legs. Then their hero jumped out the window lashing back at the wolf creature.
“Was that an angel?” The mother frightfully brushed her light brown sweat soaked hair out of her face.
“Yes” no detail or emotion came from cousin Pete’s expression.
Outside the wolf creature was at it’s feet, some what dizzy from the crash. He hid a charred old building. Dirt and rubble covered him, giving his body a browner hue. Tamoka swooped down grabbing his back with her feet lifting him into the air with her back toes stabbing into his shoulder blades. She dropped him into another old building reducing it into a pile of rubble.
She hissed her wings flapping catching as much wind as they could. Her crimson eyes studied the rubble as it moved. The wolf beast came back out, jumping to her height his massive hands slashing at her. She used her elbow blades against his knife like digits, cutting his hand apart, causing a great deal of blood shed. She threw him back into the destruction, but as quick as he fell he leapt once more, debris flying with him, in his hand he had a large metal beam which he swung at Tamoka. Her two blades caught the beam, but the force pushed her back.
The beast fell again, only to leap again at her with the metal beam. The hex on Tamoka’s neck began to glow as she avoided the beam, catching the beasts arm as he fell clinging it to her bosom, while her hand touched his bloody one. She began to take the creatures blood in the palm of her hand, collecting it under her hot spur. The two separated and stood against each other.
The beast could only howl at her, but she focused more at the puddle of blood in her hand she collected. Soon the blood began to solidify and then she twisted her hand over her head three times the blood extending with each pull. Soon she had a crimson whip fashioned, about 10 feet long.
The wolf came at her, but she immediately cracked the whip as he jumped to slash at her. The whip caught him around his waist and seemed to be singing his fur, smoke exceeding from the mess. The jumped and with both of her arms pulled the whip down slamming the beast into the ground. She then pulled the whip and him around twisting her whole entire body, elevating him off the ground, sending the already battered creature into a large billboard that had an anti-hellian poster. Her hands released the whip and it vanished turning back into blood.
Tamoka stood feeling victorious, but her victory was cut short as several flying machines flown over. The military had at least stepped in. She had no place to run, until the small boy, Yazl whispered for her to come in, to take refuge.
The wolf creature was apprehended in a enlarged mobile prison. The soldiers scoured the area searching for what they called the flying hellian.
Both Tamoka and AnRak were stowed beneath the kitchen sink. When the soldiers came to question the family about the intruding creatures, they would be safe. However Tamoka’s tail was sticking out of the cabinet door and was noticed.
“What is that?” The soldier asked horrified by what he saw.
“It’s my toy” Yazl went to pick up the tail, pulling on it, showing the soldier that it opened up “see, a snake, hiss!”
Within Tamoka’s face contorted with discomfort. AnRak did his best to hide the amusement he felt.
The boy once again held the tail up to the soldier. “Hiss!”
 Shielsia · Sat Aug 07, 2010 @ 11:28pm · 0 Comments |
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