2. Somewhere in
the hills of Afghanistan and Pakistan
The black scorpion
crawled along the ridge of the cold ground as it finds it way to the next
boulder. Its antenna searched the air for the scent of any prey that it can
grabbed. It picked up an unique scent and its tail went up in an instinct. The
dark crawler was not that lucky that evening, as it find itself lifted up and
thrown into the leather pouch. It stuck with the sting on its tail in the dark,
but its not alone. Another creature of similar kind; a large centipede reacted
with ferocity of its fangs, but the infighting was soon stopped when the owner
of the pouch crushed the creatures with the hilt of the M14-A1.
Mileal Landon III
or he prefer to be called Miles, as he sat back into the shadow of the covering
ledge at a distance of one hundred and twenty meters. It showed him the road
below which his target would be passing by soon. Mike doing freelance for
anyone who was willing to pay for his services but this one''s for free. He saw
them leaving the Camp yesterday, and came back late. Later he was told that
they went for a raid on the nearby village and committed some bad deeds. He
learned this from one of them this morning who was still drunk from the
previous nights rendezvous. This evening they are going for another round
again, but this time Miles would be putting a stop to it.
His eyes looked at
the luminous watch hand, and noted that the boys are late. It was then he saw
the robed figure who ran out of the cover of the rocks to the road. The figure
crouched down and dug a hole. It placed something in it and then ran back to
the rocks. Miles thought of warning his comrades and then decided not to since
he knew of their bad intentions. The truck came down the road while Miles
watched. Just as it passed the spot where the robed man had earlier laid
something; it exploded causing the truck to be spring boarded into mid air. The
truck landed on its left side before the shooting starts. Miles could count six
shooters using maybe acquired rifles on the overturned truck. There were some
return fire but it was probably one or two shooter. To my Miles' knowledge, the
truck should be carrying seven men, meaning they are either dead or injured.
Then the truce
flag was seen from the over turned truck and one men crawled out. He was
holding a rifle in his left hand, and then threw it aside. Miles knows him;
Sargeant Andre "Giant' Kursin, a tough service man with a bad temper. Soon
another figure crawled out holding his left shoulder.
"We
surrender. We have injured ones inside." Sargeant Andre shouted out. Miles
could see the shooters appearing from the rocks. There are nine of them; the
other three are holding long curved swords. They approached the two injured men
and motioned to them to stand away from the truck. When the two soldiers moved
aside, the three sword wielding robed figures went into the truck. There were
some sharp scream but soon it was all silent.
"You killed
them. Who are you?" Sargeant Andre roared his voice and move to the truck
but he stopped short when he was shot in the left thigh.
"Aargh!"
The Sargeant roared out as he laid on the road. "Get it over, you
bastards."
One of the robed
figure with the sword approached the fallen Sargeant. The robe was dropped to
reveal the figure of a naked lady. She dropped the sword and raised up her arms
wide. Then the wings appeared from her back and spread itself out in a fan.
"Furies?"
Miles muttered to himself. He knows these blood suckers; they are the Furies,
winged demons in the form of the woman who terrorized the eastern continent,
but they are never seen here in these regions.
The Fury lashed
out with her hands and grabbed the stunned Sargeant to raise him above the
road, before hurling him to the road again. Just as the Sargeant fell on the
road, the other robed ones came forth towards the other surviving one. The
soldier tried to run but he was brought down by the Fury who grabbed him in mid
flight. She hurled the soldier into the nearby boulder with the head coming
into contact with it.
"Kill them
both. Leave nothing to be found." The others all went for all the bodies
including the Sargeant. The Fury then flew up into the air and approached
Miles. It landed at the front of Miles.
"Crusader,
you seen what we did and yet you did not help. " The Fury smiled at him.
"You cannot escape your own destiny. We are your true enemy and not them.
They have their own executioner."
"Why do you
mock me, demon? I swore not to hunt your kind for years now." Miles took
the oath after he witnessed the killing of one demon by mistake; the actual one
who did the crime was a man of flesh. "I forego my upbringing to direct
your skills to these other killers."
"Miles, why
are you are denying yourself? Just because you made a mistake? Did you kill one
of our young ones? We are demons; by nature killers and if we do not only do
the killing, we get the man of flesh to do it. So either way we are the
forerunner on the event. So why do you think you are thinking that you can be
the judge to our behavior." The Fury laughed at Miles.
"Why do you
tempt me, demon? Wouldn't you like to live longer without me killing you?"
Miles asked back.
"No, Miles.
You are the antithesis to our existence. We need you back. We need you as the
current Crusaders are not up to par. We have killed more than half your numbers
and none of us perished. We felt the lack of ....competition." The Fury
laughed out louder.
"You do know
if I come back.,you may not survive." Miles looked at the demon.
"Que Sera
Sera, Miles." The fury looked at Miles. "But I doubt you would ever
come back. You feared us like them. Goodbye, Miles."
The Fury flew off
while Miles at there still holding onto his rifle. He really wanted to shoot at
the Fury but he cannot bring himself to do so. Its not like he feared them. He
had lost his fear of them but gain admiration for these killers. They are like
him; a professional killer. He has grown to respect them. They just killed
those man of flesh; the deserving ones, and maybe the demons had the same
objective as his. It all began when they had the dropped on him; an ambush
which he was not prepared for.
"Miles
Landon, surely heroes have off days." Miles was lying on the hard bedding
in the shanty motel in Shatin, Hong Kong. He just got in early morning after a
hunt in the area for the demon he was told of. He killed the vile creature but
he did not planned for the backlash of the claw which pierced his left forearm.
That wound became infected and soon spread its pain to his left side of the
chest. His heart went beating in a series of hurried beats while he laid on the
bedding. Not that he was awaken by the presence of two demon hitters; the ones
that works like him but they side with the demons but the nightmare he has been
getting for months now.
The one who spoke
was a tall man in an garish looking suit, while his obese companion sports
punkish look with the red dyed Mohican cut at the foot of the bedding. They are
both armed with a handgun, and are eager to get this done. They reminded Miles
of the comedic duo Laurel and Hardy.
"Can I shoot
his knees first?" The obese one asked of his elderly companion but the
later did not answer. He could not as his neck was already twisted in a crooked
manner. The elderly hitter fell on the flooring while the younger hitter looked
at te newly arrived guest.
"What
the..." The younger hitter gasped out as his heart was removed by the
demon which appeared at the room. The demon placed the heart at its mouth and
squeezed the blood out. Then it looked at Miles.
"Don't get up
on my account. I am here to deliver you a message." The demon took a bite
of the heart, and sucked in the dried out anatomy. "You are spared today.
You owe us a life. Take a rest from your hunt on us for a year."
That was over two
years now, as Miles find himself removing the second most vile predators to the
demons; man of flesh. Now he sits here on the cold surface of the dried land
watching the demons cleared the road of its feast. Miles threw aside the rifle
and walked back into Pakistan land. He's going home to see Geraldine.
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