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Hell's Fury
Chapter V
Blessings of Tendo
As the night was young, AnRak bid the father goodnight. It was a casual farewell, but it would be the last words spoken between the two. As Soon as the lights in the apartment building had dimmed, that is when AnRak made his escape. He was too close to the holy saint and his journey would take him merely into the morning. True he had been faint with no sleep, but his sharp woodsman skills could still journey through the forest. He exited through his window, but forgot he was on the third floor, falling quite a ways.
With the gracing of a nimble cat, he landed on his feet. Nothing could surprise him now. Was it fate that brought him to Tamoka, or just coincidence she had to pick on the city of Tendo? Then even to him she was just a beast, but now it seemed she was more. She was…
He journeyed through the forest, following a weary path, where shrubbery had reclaimed it's territory. This led him to a rather large hill, but there was a path way garnished with crosses on each side and a dirt covered brick road. At the end of this road was the original temple of Tendo. Before the city was relocated, for unknown reason when James took over as it's holy man.
What was once a glorious place of prayer now seemed a dilapidated wreck, many of the arches had crumbled away, cracks in every single wall between the oddly well groomed windows. This led AnRak to believe the saint still resided there.
He went up to the doors and decided to enter without knocking. It was late and he had no intention of disturbing anybody. He came here to pray for his home. The doors were heavy, but AnRak managed to push them open. The door creaked loudly as he pried it.
Inside the temple, there was a large carpet, aligned with many pews that led to the alter; There was a statue of Christ bore to the holy cross. AnRak was a large shadow skulking in the dark. He walked up to the cross stealthily, even though the door's squealing was loud enough to raise the living. He kneeled before it, placing his hands over his chest. At last he would be absolved for his sins.
Another shadow appeared behind AnRak, but when he turned to see who it was a large metallic book came at him, but he quickly used the sheath of his sword to dodge it.
"Be gone evil demon! I purify you, repent your existence!" A high toned voice squealed violently, echoing through the building. The voice's hands were attached to the heavy book, which was being used as a hammer. AnRak studied the shadow, recognizing the voice. It was Shielsia the saint of Tendo. The weapon AnRak was defending off was actually a gold plated bible.
He knew that she would most likely know that he was a wanted criminal, but he spoke up anyways, with an anxious familiar tone "Shielsia, it's me AnRak!"
The girl's grasp on the book weakened as she heard the introduction. It had been quite a few years since the two had last met. She knew he was generally a kind hearted man, but also knew his darkest secret "Mister Raigeki…" She pulled the book away, her shadow giving off two beads of light; they must have been her eyes. "Is it true? Have you murdered again?" There was an emphasis on the word 'again.'
She stepped into the moonlight, her wide frame was kept in a night gown and she also had a white sleeping cap, several strands of long black hair poured from under the cap, her eyes obviously blue now had the look of purity, but with a bit of sorrow, for they knew AnRak.
Taken back by her change AnRak's eyes kept focusing on her hips, then to her rounder face "Shielsia?" his pupils dilated "you got big-" This time the golden bible hit him straight in the face. The saint was rather sensitive about such a topic.
Her gaze was cold, piercing at him with annoyance, her voice vile as a snake, similar to Tamoka's typical tone "sinner repent…"
Despite his less favorable attitude toward her Shielsia still treated him like a guest and provided a warm fire, hanging a kettle over it in her private chambers. The two sat in two large comforting chairs. While in front of the fire sipping cups of Cyan Tea. AnRak's eyes kept shifting over Shielsia's over flowing figure. It seemed she let her self go, and then he rubbed his own face feeling for wrinkles wondering how long it really has been.
Her blue eyes twinkled as she looked into the cup of tea and then focused on him "what happened at Tendo?" Though her voice was light, it was demanding.
"What have you been told?"
"It doesn't matter, tell me what happened."
AnRak then once again told the tale. He admitted to killing nobody as he explained that his whole team was slaughtered by the guard known as Ren. AnRak paused thinking of the despicable soldier. He had pale face for a human and brown eyes that nearly seemed red. There was also this evil grin about him. Thinking of that man still alive brought AnRak anger.
He saw Ren in his mind gloating and winking, as if Ren could see him back. Shielsia sensed such fury and stayed silent as well. She could tell in his face, that he was not the killer. She leaned over placing her soft warm hand on his to comfort him, stroking his knuckles with her fingers. This hand was particular warm, because it was the one she had been holding her tea cup in.
AnRak continued to progress through most of chapters 1-3, Shielsia's eyes became horrified, not at the fact that AnRak was betrayed: Or by the fact Hellian demolished Tendo's great temple, crippling the city's religious constitution, or even by the fact that AnRak was framed. What disgusted her was the relationship AnRak had developed with Tamoka. She inquired into him how he could even look at such a creature with out vomiting.
"Well… She…" (WELSHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) He was about to explain what he concluded about the demon, but couldn't get the words out. His sentence taking a new course. "She has saved a few humans and there is no record of her killing any." As of this point. "She is just a young lady, shy and timid, like most teenage girls."
Shielsia shook, almost spitting out her tea. The things AnRak told her made her utterly sick. She turned away from him. "You… You're not…" Her blue eyes gazed upon him, giving harsh judgment. "You're not romantically involved with this creature are you?" She marched over to him looking deep into his eyes.
The man gazed at his empty tea cup, for a moment he was silent. At last, calmly he shook his head "no, but she has saved my life… I owe her to live, to live like a human does. Right now she is sleeping in a bed, provided by a kind family in Worcester!" He pointed to the direction of the military city and as if he was commanding a firing squad a blast was heard.
Shielsia covered her head, getting on her knees "god's judgment upon us at last!!!" Her voice shown that she wasn't even sure she would get to heaven, full or worry and regret.
"No, it's coming from Worcester…" AnRak pointed in that direction and heard yet another explosion.
"Stop pointing!!!" Shielsia jumped onto him, grabbing his hand, believing it to be cursed. "I must destroy the cursing finger!" She picked up a knife in the shape of the holy cross, with the blade at Jesus' feet and lifted it, but AnRak slipped away, picking up his gear. At another explosion both paused frightfully.
"Tamoka… I must go Shielsia, I will be back to prayer for Tendo I prom-" His arm was caught against Shielsia's bosom.
"Leave your Hellian friend be, she's not even one of god's children… She's probably slaughtering the good military men of Worcester."
This sounded much like the attitude of James. He pulled his arm from the pillowy girl and shook his head, giving her a look of disgust "killing to live is not a sin, if it is I defy!" He pointed his sword to the sky, not even cursing the name of the invisible force. He stormed out, now praying for his friends.
Shielsia stood there in the blaze of her fire, her hips fidgeting, and then rolled her eyes, embarrassed that she let somebody go out of her temple with hatred in their heart and gathered her holy attire following after AnRak.
Blazing Metal
There were flames and dead bodies scattered all about. The heart of Worcester had been blown apart by man. The grim scene was illuminated by it's own fire as the night sky over head was in contrast. The main building targeted was believed to have sheltered a Hellian, without discretion it was bombed by helicopters.
One grey and rusted helicopter was flying over the wreckage, though it was one of many. This one was mainly responsible for dropping war heads, while the others stood by on surveillance. Two men within the helicopter spoke to one another, their English accents cursing the dead bodies.
"Ey, look at'em oll. I really didn't think there was this many people living here…" One commented on the corpses lying all about below, his voice barely audible from the chopping blade over head.
"Serves those wankers proper, free loading off of our estate." The other agreed upon their actions.
"Any -ign of -ell-an?" A static induced voice over the radio demanded. It was asking if they had found the targeted.
"Nothing here" one of the pilots picked up the transmitter, reporting.
Suddenly their windshield was covered with a black leathery carpet. "What the 'ell is that?" The carpet disappeared, falling off. The vehicle shook, obvious that they had hit something.
"Did you see that?"
"No, I bloody missed it!" Speaking sarcastically, then the man picked up the transmitter to report they found something, but before he could speak, a white clammy hand ripped through below the chopper, into the c**k pit. It grabbed the man's hand that had the receiver. This white invading hand had three fingers, which sliced through the pilot's wrist, pulling his now handless arm through the bottom.
"s**t, we found it!" the copilot took the control, as he lost his comrade, who was actually dangling out from below. He attempted to circle the machine around to find the creature.
The under belly of the helicopter now had a pilot dangling out, with a vicious Tamoka hissing at him. Her claws pulled him by his ear, out of the hole she made; dropping him below; her eyes watched him crash onto a fallen radio tower that was still pulsing with electricity. If the fall didn't kill him, the popping shocks heard afterwards certainly did.
From below the soldiers saw there was a Hellian latched onto the bottom of the heading chopper, despite their comrades they were ordered to fire upon the machine. Eliminating the creature was their priority.
After the first few shots zoomed upon Tamoka, she opened her wings, catching air, flying from under the chopper, disappearing high into the night's sky. One of the below soldiers launched a rocket at the chopper, blasting the machine into two separate pieces. Both pieces of the dismantled chopper fell to the ground in flames.
"We gott'em!" One soldier cheered, only to half his neck slit from behind. The others caught the demon out of the corner of their eye and began shooting at their dying friend, but Tamoka dropped to the ground, crawling underneath several pieces of scrap metal from the destroyed apartment building. She would severe legs of the many of her other 'predators as she slicked about, like a black snake, her wings around her in a cocoon, as her hands pulled her body about.
The soldiers were trained to kill, but they have never faced a Hellian with such craft. Eventually, they all backed away, as four tanks and more helicopters joined the region.
"We have no target…" The man within one of the armored vehicles claimed.
"The ground! Watch the ground!" Was heard over his radio. Tamoka had no weapon to use against the tank and she figured by now, they had grown to wise to fire at each other, so she took flight. Her leather wings reflected an orange glow of the fire below, this gave everybody targets and they began firing at her.
Tamoka could barely get away, one massive war head from a firing tank zoomed underneath her wing, right by her hip. Too close for comfort, thankfully not close enough. The miss fires just destroyed more buildings. She also received more puncture wounds in her poor wings, for they were the only viable targets. She groaned, holding her elbow blades over her face and chest, bullets hitting them, as she moved them, her eyes catching the trajectory of each one.
A helicopter was now in her range, it's machine guns blazing with loud sound. She dived, and then caught air, only to keep her body a moving target, and then another chopper flew in her flight path, also shooting at her. It was impossible to keep dodging, so she got as close to the gunship as she could, grabbing it's wing. The back of the machine gun, raging in front of her face.
"She's on chopper five, do not fire! Do not fire!" The radio command was given to all the vehicles, for they learned this is how she was winning the battle earlier. Chopper five's machine gun stopped firing. Tamoka realized this was her key to winning as she stared at it's barrels, while she held on, wind bashing her in the face. She reached over with her blade, cutting through the metal. The gun fell off. She went with it, falling off the flying machine to catch it.
It was a large and heavy cannon, with four barrels and it weighed her down, her wings with as many holes as they had couldn't sustain flight. She now parachuted down, a glow coming from her hex collar as she placed her hand into the machine gun and fired it at the below forces.
Though never holding such a weapon, she knew exactly how to operate it. Cutting down the remaining soldiers with a fierce rain of bullets. She landed on foot and began shooting at the tanks. The bullets couldn't pierce their armor. She began running as fast as she could, lugging the giant gun. Chopper five followed her, trying to fire, not realizing they lost their gun.
"Sir, we have no gun…"
"That explains a lot, drop missile one!"
Tamoka jumped on the tank shooting at it, but the bullets merely ricocheted, nearly taking her ankles out. Her ears picked up the familiar sound of falling missiles and looked up, seeing it came from the same chopper she crippled. Her body lunged off the tank, firing her machine gun at the above chopper. With two explosions the tank and the helicopter were both taken out. She was caught in the tank's explosion, being hit into a wall. The chopper crashed into another helicopter and the debris of both vehicles destroyed the main cannon shaft of another tank.
Tamoka stood up, blood dripping from her teeth. Her body was weak without her armor, but she had no choice, but to keep fighting. She found her machine gun, but it was broken. "Ugh.. Need a new one.." She growled watching the last helicopter hover over. Her eyes saw what remained. Most of the ground forces were eliminated, one tank stuck in a ditch, while the other two came near. She was a small target, a weakness, yet an advantage.
The new chopper's machine gun was firing at her as she ran. She made it behind the stranded tank, climbing beneath it. For a moment she was hiding, then slowly moved out from under it, using the fallen building tactic to snake out undetected.
"We got her! Drop a war head!" The chopper shown no discretion as it blew apart the tank, killing the soldiers within "we got her!" Then the helicopters tail was blown off.
Below Tamoka had gotten into the other cannon toting tank and fired upon the helicopter, removing it from the battle, quickly she used this disguise to destroy the last tank, even though it had no cannon, she wanted to make every single one of them pay.
The battered girl emerged from the tank, hissing in pants, holding her bosom in pain, pulling out a bullet from her shoulder with her claws. She thought of her friends, the only friends she ever had, lost. Cousin Pete was creepy, but friendly, mother and father's hospitality was the most kindness she had ever been shown in her life. Grandma… She told Tamoka to keep close, those who care for her.
"They all died… They're all dead!" She screamed to the sky. Wanting to know how she could ever keep anybody close to her. She walked through the fiery scraps, back to the soda machine, holding her shoulder. Her wings kept shaking, the jingles of bullets sounded as they fell out. Then her mind recalled the other death, the final death. For this the sorrow and rage overcame her. AnRak was dead. The man who would constantly pull on her tail and tease her, this man she missed the most.
Her fists began to bang against a standing piece of concrete. Her rage for the murderers summed into this defenseless corner of the apartment building. It shattered against her charred hands. She kept smashing and smashing, until two massive, yet familiar arms held her back. These arms wrapped around her, covering her elbow blades with the leather of her wings to protect whomever it was.
"Raaargh! Get off of me!" She fought this person, but then his voice spoke.
"Tamoka!" the tone of AnRak filled her long ears, but her rage was uncontrolled. She struggled to get free, her fury aimed at the poor concrete stubble.
"It's okay… I'm here…" The deep voice, seemed to sooth. AnRak breathed onto her neck, his towering her knelt down, baring his face into the back of her sweat soaked hair.
She stopped struggling, her chest heaving as it calmed. "Where the hell have you been…?" She got out of his loosened gripped, gazing at him. Though her heart was overjoyed to see this man alive, she acted as if he was worthless, collecting her tough façade. "I could've used your help, but nooo! You just disappeared in the middle of the night!"
"Forgive me, what happened? Is anybody still alive?"
"Yazl!" Tamoka turned, running to the soda machine, but her face crashed into a large metallic bible. The Hellian fell to the ground.
"Repent wretched beast!" Shielsia was now dressed in her holy gown, of blue and white robes, her large white, blue crested hat, looked more so of a mystical sorcerer than a saint.
Tamoka sat up, rubbing her red face "what the…" She got to her feet, she was quite shorter than Shielsia, but she stood to the girl, confronting. "Who the hell are you!"
Shielsia's eyes grew furious "you wicked temptress, how many people have you killed!"
"I didn't kill anybody, stupid woman! I'm a victim!" Tamoka defended herself balling her first.
"Shielsia, Tamoka! This is no time to fight!" AnRak intervened, before they killed each other. He pushed them apart.
"So this is the person you've been leading me about to find?" Tamoka glared to AnRak, in obvious disapproval.
"L-leading, you must be mistaken. You've chosen our path." It was an obvious lie as his voice kept breaking.
"Like cheese and chocolate just happened to find it's way through the woods. Your scent was all over those treats, plus why else would we risk going through a city with a military!" She was furious, admitting she knew that AnRak had been manipulating their journey.
"So you knew the whole time…" AnRak looked about. He was aware why the army attacked the buildings. Shielsia, however kneeling before each dead body, praying for their souls, leaving small metallic crosses on each of their chest.
"Of course… I was just hoping you'd bring us somewhere of use…" She sighed as she walked passed AnRak, ignoring him and his holy friend. She went to the soda machine, prying it open, seeing Yazl. The boy's legs were huddled to his chest, his eyes wide opened, but lifeless.
"Hey…" Tamoka tried to speak gently, her hands lifting the boy, but he refused to move.
"So he did survive" AnRak came over, helping. He pulled Yazl out, cradling him in his arms. "We have to get out of here, before more soldiers show up…" He turned to Tamoka. "We're going to be hunted on a national scale."
"Feh. I'll destroy them all then-" Tamoka proudly scowled, but then the bible hit her face again.
Shielsia glared to the creature "You will never harm another human you, you Goblin!"
Tamoka didn't fall, but stumbled backwards holding her now red face. The word goblin pissed the her off. "Why you lil!" She went to attack, but AnRak held her off.
"Let's go!" He pulled her by the tail, heading in the direction of the temple. Shielsia followed, leaving behind the burning city.
The journey wasn't far, but seemed long. All three were sleep deprived. Yazl however eventually fell asleep, huddling to the warmth of AnRak's back. Shielsia touched the boy's head, making sure he wasn't feverish, but she could sense the sorrow he felt.
"He lost his family…"
AnRak nodded "it seems that way. We'll have to take care of him."
It was Shielsia's duty to help every human in need and no child would be hindered "if you wish, I will raise him in the temple." She smiled to the hardened man who could just nod. His mind was focused on Tamoka. He knew keeping her close would be a burden, but it was his duty. He could not let her come into harms way.
Tamoka's eyes were dulled watching Shielsia kiss up to AnRak, she didn't care. Or at least acted as if she didn't. Her body gesture crossed her arms over her chest. She was shocked feeling herself squish her plump bosom. "Crap! My armor!" She needed that armor, she was almost killed without it. "I'm going back for it!" She turned away, but AnRak pulled her by the tail.
"We are never going back to that city, forget about it."
"Like hell, that armor is the only thing that'll keep me alive!"
"Hmph, you seemed to kill fine without it, Goblin!" Shielsia spouted that word again. Goblins were horrific demi-creatures of Hell. Most were extinguished during the war. They were too weak to survive. They were ugly, with putrid grey, wart covered flesh and thinning hair, such creatures had no language or intelligence to perform the simple act of communicating.
"I'm not a goddamn goblin!" Tamoka was hit in the face by the golden bible, falling over. She crawled on her hands and knees, around AnRak's leg swiping at Shielsia like a hissing cat. AnRak who was still holding her tail kept her from hurting the saint.
"I'll make you new, and better armor. I promise" AnRak explained that he was a black smith and could design anything. Tamoka at last cut her losses, but held AnRak to that promise. The three of them pressing on.
For about an hour they slowly walked. The temple was in sight, but Shielsia fell to her knees, her wide rump hitting the ground. She was exhausted "I-I can't go on…" she cried out looking up to AnRak.
"Look, the church is right over there!" AnRak yelled at her.
The word church however made Tamoka follow Shielsia's example. The thought of such a holy spell weakened the demon, though it was in her head. On her knees as well she complained "you never said we were going to a church!"
AnRak sighed seeing both girls act pathetic. At least they made it. They weren't alone. A form of darkness hovered past them. Only AnRak saw it. It could have been a helicopter of jet plane, too quick to be a cloud.
Far away in a cave, two Hellian's sat, one male and one tall female. The tall female was nursing a stubby tail which was covered in bandages. The male was practicing how to write on the rock wall with one of his hands. His claws etching the names Hent and Mic, but it was not in an any known language. His other hand held the two vials containing their blood.
"Creed…" The girl's whiny voice spoke nagging "is a tail one of those parts that grow back, or one that you lose for good?" She seemed like dimwit.
Creed's red eyes gazed at her with cheer "sorry Boyel" he spoke with a jolly tone, giving Xoyel his pet name, that she didn't care for. "I think you're gonna be stuck with a stub." He laughed.
"Awww… Don't joke like that!" she cried.
Both of their heads turned when the massive demon Dakrise came in. He could barely maneuver around the cave's walls. Creed looked to him hopingly. Dakrise merely nodded. At last they would have their vengeance against Tamoka and collect her blood.
 Shielsia · Thu Aug 26, 2010 @ 03:07pm · 0 Comments |
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