Legion; Resurrected Chapter 1

Legion; Resurrected is loosely based on the movie 'Legion'. 

Legion is a 2010 American apocalyptic fantasy action horror film directed by Scott Stewart and co-written by Stewart and Peter Schink. The cast includes Paul Bettany, Lucas Black, Tyrese Gibson, Adrianne Palicki, Kate Walsh, and Dennis Quaid. A television series called Dominion set 25 years after the end of the film, premiered on the American cable television network Syfy on June 19, 2014.

I gave it a different direction. 

For the readers, this tale can be read as offensive for it may intrude into the realm of the faith like the Crusaders' series I did before. So be caution on that, and just enjoy the tale as it's.


Cheers

I hope you will enjoy it. 

Book of Michael

1.

Michael

The weight of the decision lies within himself as always. He was used to be the mediator on many matters between his brethren and most times, he ended being the decider. That decision he was to make was a hard one. He heard the doorway to his chamber slide open and then the familiar steps heard by him were into the chamber. The chamber was a narrow one with the sleeping berth and the area for personal needs. It does not hold any personal effects that will identify the dweller. Michael had never questioned the bareness of personal needs.

“For HER sake, please do not this. Michael, I love you.” He heard the other who had stepped into his chamber. The new arrival was dressed in the body fitted silvery suit from neck down to the knee-length boots, and the metal red shaded arm gauntlets that were extended to the back of the palm. The suit held a streak of three stripes that was across the chest from the left shoulder to the right waist. It was the rank of the Seraph Leaders of the Supreme Angels; the personal army of the Supreme Leader.

“I plead with you to relent to HER command.” The figure in the suit had the concerned expression with the drawn facial muscles below the red hairline that was swept back to the rear in a ponytail tie design. “Michael, please listen.”

“And I had, Gabriel. I will act on my own.” Michael replied. He removed the cloak that he was bound to wear when in the presence of the Supreme Leader. He had on the same suit like the other but his hairline was the short crew cut with a small palate of hair just above the forehead.

“Michael…” The plea was ignored when Michael removed the metal gauntlets and then handed them to Gabriel. “Take care of Excalibur. It will find you a worthy warrior to wield it.”

“No, Excalibur is yours.” Gabriel refused the metal gauntlets but Michael insisted.

“Excalibur is not mine. It belonged to the Seraph Angels. I am no more of that. I am just Michael.”

“Caution, Michael. If you do this, you will be an outcast. You will be hunted and …. Removed.”

“Like the Fallen. I am aware of that. But I am not the Fallen. I am Freedom now.”

The Diner

The Mojave Desert is an arid rain-shadow desert and with the rain blocked by the range lined up near the ocean made the place one of the driest land pieces; it received less than two inches of rain annually. It’s the home habitat to the Joshua Trees, belonging to the genus Yucca species. It was situated on the western coasts of the northern American continent that was between California and Utah. On the stretch from the sandy coasts of California to down south towards Utah, a lonely diner gas entity stood as the lighting beacon for a stopover meal or rest.

“Charlie, are you ready with the order?” The owner of Paradise Falls Diner on the edge of Mojave Desert called out from behind the counter. His name was Bob Hanson; an ex-marine who had used his pension funds to buy the desolated diner in the desert. He was with his son, Jeep there to help him operate the auto repair next to the diner. Bob was in his fifty years of age while his trim body was inlaid with the body fats then aided by the chain-smoking and bad food. He had taken his son to the Diner after his ex-wife died having taken care of young Jeep to the teens. He had operated the Diner with Jeep for over five years then overcoming many obstacles from bad food served to bad customers like bikers and dealers. He had them removed with any means and even buried two of them in the desert. It was tough out there, and he had his old army pal, Percy to help in the cooking. Percy was in the marines with him but the guy spent his time cooking than at the front line. He lost his left hand in a bad kitchen fire but that did not stop him from doing better food. Jeep was hustling and jacking on the cars since the age of twelve until Bob returned to his life. He grabbed the kid and parked them at the Diner.

“Coming, Bob.” Charlie was the waitress who joined them at the Diner after she was ditched by her boyfriend there two months ago. The lady was with an unborn child, and without any money or home.  Bob had left his wife than with the same predicament before he returned to the front lines. He had his sympathy plastered to his heart, and he chose life over money. He had her placed in the small caravan behind the Diner, while the men slept in the Diner.

“Well, hurry up. We aren’t got all day.” Bob cussed at the lady. He was actually glad inside. For once after some unfulfilling weeks, he got more than a couple of patrons, and that includes the auto-repair too. Charlie was talking to the couple who was going to spending big bucks in his Diner and Auto-repair. The couple’s saloon was in the care of Jeep for some faulty repairs while they filled their body with his greasy cooking.

“Two sets of the Supreme Burger with coffee, and one strawberry shake for the younger lady,” Charlie repeated the order list. She was a blonde; bimbo type they had her ranked, with the curves to fill out the dark French waitress attire except she had to adjustment for her bulging tummy. She was eight months to her pregnancy and the baby was active in her.

“Yes, that will fine.” The male in the couple replied. He was a brunette in his forties and dressed in the three-piece the suit, himself perspiring in the heat then. The air condition was working but the man was concerned about the issue on hand then.  When Charlie stepped away from the table, the man named Howard Stain looked over the shoulder of his wife, Sandra towards their estranged daughter, Audrey. He was the Financial Analyst by profession and having his own office in Las Vegas. He handed millions for many clients but there was one weakness in his life, and that was his wife, Sandra. And his daughter, Audrey.

“Howard, can you check on the car?” Sandra Stain was a tall lady with the qualities of a socialite who was more at home at garden parties or the evening grandeur with the who’s who of the community. She has dressed in her maroon shade satin sequin knee-length dress and the ring of pearls lined her cleavage coupled with matching pearly high heels. Her age had not caught onto her for she looked as if she was still in her thirties with the layers of makeup and powder. She was a brunette unlike her daughter who was red; the mother probably had her hair done up. The daughter was into the Gothic looks with the heavy makeup and double ponytail, and the leather attire of jacket and short skirt with a garish looking blouse beneath, and high steps laced shoes that added two inches to her height.

“Howard, I asked if you can check on the car?” The wife nagged him. He looked past the window to the auto repair shop and saw his car had its bonnet opened with the young man leaned inside. He was concerned for the car of his was a seven series German make they called it the Beemer there and the parts inside were not any bolts and nuts. He had the car for over seven years, maintained by his mechanic who works on such models. It was a fine car and if not for the coyote they ran over, his car won’t be in the auto repair.

“Hey, boss. Is my car ready?” Howard called out to the owner of the Diner. He drove the car thereafter the accident twenty miles back when he heard the car engine rasping and the temperature was not right.

“Let me check, Sir.” The owner replied and stepped to the back.

“Told you to change the car.” Sandra nagged in the car. She had asked him for several months than when she saw the Smith’s having changed theirs to one of those fancier cars. He would but the funds in the family were for his retirement. He did not bargain on a spendthrift wife and a delirious daughter who thinks the world survived on LSD and heroin.

Howard ignored the lady and looked to the other occupants in the Diner. He had seen the waitress; she looked like a bimbo who had opened her legs once too many times. He saw the owner with the cigarette attached to the lips and the cook who had seen better days with the grill; no offense meant but the colored guy looked like he ate more than he cooked. He believed himself as no racist but he drew the line when it comes to colored races. He disliked them since young where he lived, they are not allowed to come near. If anyone of them was seen in the neighborhood, the police will come and take them away. He never mixed with them at college or at work, he was selective with the clients. After all, money ruled his friendship. He saw another one of those colored at the other end near his daughter. Now that irks him but Audrey cared not. She was in her own world.

Audrey Stain waited for the milkshake before she popped in the high-up pill with her drink. She saw the other guy looking at her. He was a colored man in his late twenties, dressed in the blue faded denim and t-shirt with the words; I am Black. She doubted he was a cop; who will hang out there in the middle of nowhere? But he looked good. Despite her upbringing, she had her own life to live for. She was never into academics but she survived High School. She insisted on doing it at the public one compared to the one suggested by her mother. She told her mother to shaft it when the other explained about prestige and honor. She was not into that but needed to be with the friends who understand her needs. She took the uppers and downers with them and even went both ways with whoever was there. It matters not what they are colored as long as they are in her league. She was for the population.

‘Screw society’ was her way of living.

“You want to eat or watch the coyotes?” Kyle seated there at the other end looked up at the waitress. He smiled revealing his set of white teeth, the only thing white on him. He swore he looked like an African among the negroes with his dark shade and facial bone structure. He was the real thing with the curled hair and dressed like one too. He had on the faded denim inherited from his dad when the later wore that in the cotton fields.

“Son, we have not moved on. We are still doing the fields like our granddaddies and theirs before it.” Kyle ‘s father was not a smart man; born during the Depression, and worked with his parents on the fields, sent to the war, and returned to the same task. He even had Kyle with another worker but Kyle was impatient to the needs of his own. He left the fields to venture westwards but ended up in the war in the Middle East. He returned after two tours and went to hibernate with a lady in Chicago where his newborn son was living with grandparent after the mother died at childbirth. He had left the lady months before she was to give birth to his son; he was moonlighting in jobs down the coast and up from Mexico to where he was. He found himself with God and then a changed man. He was saving his money to bring it home to his son. He was to go to Las Vegas for one tour of works and then home to Chicago. He stopped by there for his meal and some gas. His car was outside next to the pickup which had the logo of the Diner. He saw the Beemer in the Auto Repair.

“Mister, you eating or meditating?” Kyle heard the sarcastic remark.

“I will have the apple pie and coffee please,” Kyle ordered his meal. The waitress walked off with her protruding butt elongated by the pregnancy. He could not resist moving his sight towards the young chick. He had seen her eyeing him. He was not into white chicks but out there, he was not picky. He had not had any sex for some weeks; the working hours were tedious and the sleep overruled his amorous needs. He stared at the young chick with a once over her body; she was good looking, leggy and her boobs were perky. She must have been in her teens and that turned him off. He was not into the old young fuck syndrome. He looked towards the waitress who was collecting his food and saw she was more into his preference. They are more matured and knew what to do in a fuck. It was then he heard the doorbell rang.