The Walkers : Arriving in China by papa55mike |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
End of Chapter~11
Gabe walks behind Cal, then yells for Cris, "Help us, Cris." She cries out when Gabe yanks the sword from Cal's back.
Cris turns and asks, "Is she going to die?"
"Not if we get my Tallit around her wound. Gabriel and I will raise her off the ground while you wrap this around her." Michael tosses Cris his garment, then grabs her feet, and Gabe slips his hands under her arms. They raise her, and blood pours from the wound. Cris wraps her body with the garment. "Make sure the tassels are under her near the wound."
"Gotcha!"
Gabe interjects, "Now, take her in your arms and let's get through that portal before they regroup."
Tears begin dripping from Cris's eyes while taking her gently in his arms.
"I know it's hard, Cris. But we've got to move!"
"You're right, Gabe. Let's go."
Three, carrying one, dive into the portal.
Chapter~12
It's been a dreadful day at the bar, and Jesse has waited too long to smoke that joint he brought from home. There's a brick alley behind the clubs along the highway where the service trucks visit the restaurants and bars. There's not a soul around when he reaches into his underwear and pulls out a wrinkled blunt. He puts his lighter to the tip and inhales the acrid smoke deep into his lungs. Jesse's eyes begin to bulge, trying to hold that first hit in, but he coughs it all out, filling the alley. "Man, that first cut is the deepest."
Suddenly, a huge swirling black cloud appears beside him in the brick retaining wall. Out of it walks a giant of a man; following him is a man loaded with weapons and muscles; next comes a man carrying a tall woman in his arms who appears to be injured.
The man carrying the woman stops in front of Jesse and says, "You really shouldn't smoke that stuff, and it gives you bad breath and makes your clothes smell funny. Have a nice day."
The colossal man stops by another brick wall next to the steak house, and another black cloud appears. He turns to the others and says, "This way, my friends," then disappears into the darkness. The others follow.
Jesse drops the joint and runs screaming into the night.
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Prisha
There is one true statement made by the Dealer who bought me from Father; they have treated me like an object of worship. My skin has been bathed with the finest bath oils and perfumes in the world, fed with choice delicacies, and clothed in splendor. I sleep in a magnificent bed with satin sheets, and the room is larger than Father's house.
My attendants have told me that the Master will soon come to visit me. That, in itself, is a rare privilege for anyone. So I'm told. But questions fill my mind, the first being, why me? Am I that beautiful, and if so, why did Father hate me? What does the Master plan to do when he arrives?
Suddenly there's a stir in the hall, and I hear people worshiping the Master outside my door. The door swings open, and there stands the man from the slave auction. He's dressed in a golden robe, and his smile greets me with assurance. His gentle voice pronounces, "There is nothing to fear, my child. I am here for a moment of creation and have chosen you from all of the rest. You are a delicate flower with a mighty purpose."
I stand, drop my robe, and say, "I am ready, Master."
The Master removes his robe to show his beautiful body, and his purpose for being here stands erect. An evil grin appears on his face when he reaches for the light. His eyes change from the riveting blue to a nasty tone of red. In the light penetrating beneath the door, I see his proper form - a hideous creature with talons and leathery wings. Slowly, I back away.
"There is no escape, my child," he says. "Only the pain of creation."
Prisha's screams fill the room.
An hour later, the Master comes out to an attendant dressed in black at the end of the hall. "Put her in the pen, then send her with the next shipment to the brothels with the others. Was the Garrote born in the Spirit Realm?"
"Yes, Master, and he's already growing."
"Excellent! Is there any word on the Heavenly Warriors?"
"No, Master. Not since they made that portal to Los Angles."
"Put the network on full alert. I want those Warriors found!"
"The word is being passed while we speak, Master."
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The Warriors exit the portal in China under a mountain near the Xi Jiang River, which travels along the Dayao and Lainhau Mountains; the closest town is Guangdong, 100 miles from Canton. In the Physical Realm, the mountains are a lush jungle containing a wide variety of wildlife, but the hills are stripped bare in the Spirit Realm. The river is a deep scar on the landscape.
Cris gently lays Cal on the bare ground and props her head up with his ammo bag. He stands then asks Michael, "How long until she wakes up."
"It could be a few hours or maybe a day. We don't know what her internal injuries are. It took Gabe a long time to heal, but that was because Asmodeous's sword damaged his spine."
"Can we travel with her, Michael? You know they are looking for us in every corner of the globe, and it's just a matter of time before Satan finds us."
"Cal needs time to rest, Cris. As far as demonic activity, let us ask my friends. Patrick, do you have your platoon with you?"
Suddenly, it was like the landscape opened up when they uncovered themselves with their cloaks, filling the area with light. Standing in a circle around them are twenty-one of Heaven's finest fighting machines dressed in white tunics with gold breastplates, and each one carries a unique weapon with a five-foot sword around their waists. In unison, they kneel, bow, and say, "My General."
"Hello, my friends, and rise," Michael smiles at his troops. "Joseph, can you check Cal's injuries?"
"Yes, General," He walks over to Cal, takes her hand, and concentrates.
Michael turns to his Captain and asks, "Is there any demonic activity in this area, Patrick?"
"Not within a two hundred mile radius, General, but the news of your escape spreads throughout the Realm."
"Thank you, Patrick; it's good to see you again. Have you met Gabriel Hope?"
"No, sir, I have not," Patrick reaches out his hand, and the Angel and the man shake hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel."
"Call me, Gabe. Everybody else does," Gabe turns to Cris. "And this is Cris Turner, Patrick."
"Hi," Cris smiles. "It's always a little strange meeting Angels."
"General," Joshua walks to them. "The young woman has a lacerated kidney and intestines, but the healing process proceeds nicely. She should be back to normal and ready for travel in about eight hours."
Cris sighs, "Well, that's a relief."
Michael smiles and says, "Thank you, Joshua," he turns to Gabe and Cris. "You two should get some rest. We haven't stopped since we entered the first portal near Second Chance."
Gabe smiles, then slaps Cris on the back, "That's a good idea, Michael. Come on, Cris, they have things well in hand."
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