Legion Resurrected Chapter 6

6.

Michael

The force of the blow threw him across the patrol bonnet before he landed on his face on the tarred road. He forced himself up on his elbow and looked at the five foes of his. He was not defenseless but his weapons were in the boot. He pushed himself up and faced the five demons left behind by the handler. Turion. The later had ridden off on the motorcycle then.

Michael crouched up on his elbows and knees, with his head hanging down. He could have taken on the demons with ease but his body was weak from the interdimensional travel and more to it, he was without his weapon; Excalibur. The patrol car was dented from the blows landed by the demons and he was not spared.

“I…” Michael mumbled to himself when he felt the arm on his left shoulder.

“Stay down. Michael.” The voice followed on by the touch. “These minions are mine.”

Michael lowered himself down to the ground when he heard the sound of blows and the screams of the demons. He laid on the ground and rolled over. He then turned to look and saw only three demons stood there facing what he could make out was a man dressed in black. The Man’s hands were bloodied from the sight of Michael’s blurred vision. He saw the man lurched forward and grabbed one of the demons by the neck and the sound of the bones cracking then. The demon dropped to the knees and then was dropped to the ground. The man then turned his body to lay a sidekick on the second demon before he twisted his body to leap up and then land a blow with the fist on the last demon’s head. The demon struck by the man’s fist fell to the ground with the skull cracked. The last surviving demon had turned to run but was stopped by the hand that went from his back to the front. The man pulled back his hand from the dead bloodied demon.

“Who …” Michael recovering then looked to know the identity of the man but the later had fled. Michael then slipped in unconsciousness.

The Diner

“Charlie, don’t be a fool.” Jeep had approached the pregnant lady who was holding the M 10 in her hands. “You should….”

“Heck, Jeep. They are coming for my baby. I can’t allow that.” Charlie's eyes welled with tears.

“They won’t harm the baby. Not while I am around.” Jeep replied. “Trust me.”

Those were his earlier words when he met Charlie some months back. Bob had told him to move his stuff out and vacate the caravan for the lady guest. He was every surprised at Bob’s generous gesture and took to the task. He grabbed his clothes and the books on auto repairs to place them into the boxes. He was to stay at the auto-repair shop as per Bob’s instruction. He then saw the picture of his mom with him at a younger age.

“She looked beautiful.” Jeep heard the lady spoke behind him. He turned to look at the pregnant lady who was to sleep on the bed that was his.

“She was. She’s my mother.” Jeep stepped aside in the narrow space between the bed and the cupboards on the other side. Charlie had stepped in and sat by the chair next to the TV set that he had. It was an old model and most times, was cranky with the reception there. He saw the disc player next to the TV set and recalled his set of pornographic discs. He was most times lonely in the desert and it was for his past times.

“How old were you when you took that?” Charlie asked.

“I think I was about three or four. I can’t remember and Mum, well, she was not sure.” Jeep smiled. His mother was a junkie and if she could remember anything, it was her habit to get fixed. “I think it was taken near our house.”

“You missed her?” Charlie felt silly asking that and corrected herself. “I know you …. I meant ….”

“Not much now. She left me alone most times. I was on the street with my friends mostly.” Jeep was raised on the street; running and fighting for his survival. “It was tough but I got on along.”

“Bob’s your father?” Charlie asked then.

“Yup, he is. He told me that he was making up for my childhood. I had nowhere to go so I followed him here. Anyway, I had to then.” Jeep recalled the day he left the city. Bob had settled his issue with a visit to the man that was owning him. He heard Bob gave the other work over and even broke the man’s right leg. Jeep did not regret that move. He was upset at being the man’s lackey to steal or pawn the stolen cars.

“You intend to stay long?” Jeep asked back towards Charlie. “I mean…”

“I don’t know. Probably not. Once I have my baby, I may move on.” Charlie had told him.

“You could leave the baby with me. I will be its father. I will love the baby.” Jeep hastily replied.

“No, I am taking the baby with me. I am not leaving the baby with anyone.” Charlie snapped back.

“You are going to find the father then?” Jeep asked.

“I don’t know. He was not like…He may not be the father I wanted for my baby.” Charlie replied. “I think it’s the wrong decision to stay here.”

“No! Please stay. I will not ask any more questions. I will be …here for you and the baby. I will protect the two of you. I promise.” Jeep made the promise that day. Charlie laughed at the young man’s intention. He was a fine lad and a decade of years separated them. She would have hugged him for his kindness but she was with the bulging tummy and that makes things rather awkward.

“Thanks, Jeep,” Charlie said the same words to Jeep that she uttered in the caravan that the first day they met. She had Jeep to care for her most times; he was there to get her new supplies and the occasional to talk with her on the lonely nights. Bob and Percy were not much of a company; and if they ever sit down to talk, it was mixed with war times tales and beers.

Charlie was unsure who was the father of the baby. She was mixed up in her life most times. Her last lover was a neurotic with some dark worshipping. He was into the dark arts and moved from towns to cities performing these rituals for the cults or anyone group that will invite him there. He will perform anything to please the audience; drugs to bloodletting dances or even the group orgies. Charlie was most times intoxicated and partake in them. They had left Las Vegas after a bad scam and he threatened to leave her if she ever babbled it out to the authorities. They got into an argument and he left her in the Diner.

“I am leaving you, Charlie. You are cursed. The child in you is too. Bye.” That was how she was left then; all alone by the gas pump and with a lousy five dollars note with no means to travel.

“Charlie, are you okay?” Jeep asked of her.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Hey, anyone to help? Howard is not breathing.” Sandra called out. “Please someone called the Hospital.”

Bob approached the wounded man cradled by the lady. He checked the wound and shook his head. He had seen such wounds in the war; it meant death was imminent.

“No! He can’t die.” Sandra leaned down to cradle her dead husband. When she leaned down to hold his face towards her, she did not expect the other to react. It was not a reaction of love but of madness. Howard the deceased bit into his wife’s right cheek. He took on bites at her face. She screamed and pushed him off. Her face was bloodied on the right side and Howard was still gnawing at his jaws. Michael saw the killing and aimed his rifle at Howard. The shot blew the later face into a mess of bones and flesh. He then turned to look at Sandra.

“She is infected.” Michael took the call to shoot her too in the face.

“No!” Audrey the surviving daughter screamed. She was seated at the feet of her dead father when the biting and then the shooting took place. She kicked out with her legs and crawled backward on her back. Bob rushed over and grabbed the lady to hold her. She struggled in his arms and continued screaming. It brought Kyle to shout from the roof opening on the situation below.

“What happened below?” Kyle called out.

Michael ignored the shout and approached the doorway., He placed the rifle he held at the gap between the planks. He started firing at the group outside.

“Shoot them before they formed into teams.”