Reworked the story a bit, added an day before chapter. Still need to run a spell checker over the whole thing so it is still in a rough format.
Surviving the end of days. A journal.
A-Day -1.Damn but the weather was f**ked up today. The sky was a dull reddish colour and tainted clouds sent big fat raindrops that looked and tasted like blood. Two guys on the car radio were arguing about how this had happened. I preferred the explanation the weatherman had given this morning anyway. He said some big storm had kicked up a whole bunch of dust from a copper mine and that is what gave the rain its red colour and why it even tasted like blood. I half-listened to the two jerks and their theories. Whole damn world gets f**ked up a little bit more each day. He’ll, the other day I’d swear I saw a small dog humping a cat. I’d seen a lot of messed up stuff in my life, but right now that seemed to take the biscuit. Everyone stood around filming it on their phones. I guess it would be the next big meme or whatever the f**k the kids were calling stuff these days. Beyond the guys at the bar the only human being I spoke to regularly was my woman Joanne. I have always been a loner and when your face has been punched and stabbed in more continents than people know exist you sort of end up expecting things to remain that way. I’d met Jo somewhere in Australia. I remember it was a bar, but I didn’t remember much about the epic three day drinking binge that had ended up with us both being deported and told not to come back for at least ten years.
Heh.
Must have been a good time. Anyway, we’d drank the plane dry and been arrested for disruptive behaviour when the plane landed. Got banned from flying for a while, but that didn’t matter too much. We’d been travelling with fake passports and assumed ID’s. Some poor smuck is in for a real shock if he ever goes to travel overseas. Stupid bastards getting there ID stolen anyway. Got to say I was impressed with anyone who could keep up a drinking session with me be they man or woman. We think we got married in Vegas six months later. Least that’s what one of our friends told us. We were both too drunk to remember and we don’t have any photos.
When we were told we were married we decided there was only one place we could take our honeymoon. So we got another couple of fake ID's and went back to Australia.
Anyway we took jobs together when we could for the next couple of years but mostly they were separate. That kind of annoyed us. We figured between us we’d had enough money to quit the game, but a house and settle down a bit. Still do the odd gig now and again, mostly body guarding. Keeps the bank account topped up and it does me good to keep the old skills fresh.
I looked at the newspapers, one of the nationals. The front page had some sex scandal while on page five was an article about how unusually large infestations of locusts were decimating crops in many countries, while in others unusual weather patterns were destroying all but the hardiest plants. Guess food prices would be going up then. Nice to see the papers had their priorities right then as per usual. I’ve met a lot of real nasty customers in my line of work, but none of them made me feel deep down dirty the way journalists did. If I had my way I’d take the lot of them and throw them in a deep pit with all the lawyers and politicians and let them all fight until only one was left standing.
Then I’d shoot that bastard. Make the world a better place.
Jo walked into the room carrying a plate with a steak in each hand. It was burnt all to hell as usual. She was one hell of a sharp shooter, but that woman couldn’t cook for s**t. Then again neither could I. I poured us both a generous Jack and Coke then sat down beside her. We tried a few bites of the meat, then looked at each other and then laughed. “Pizza?” She asked and I reached over for the phone to order a home delivery.
A-Day +0.The apocalypse came while I was sleeping. I was awoken by the sound of Joanna screaming. She’d gotten up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty, went down to the kitchen. In the time since I’ve always assumed it was one if those damned demons that got her, but honestly it’s 50/50 wither it was one of them or a f**king angel. After a while it gets hard to tell the difference between the two when you are in the middle of a war between them.
Anyway I am not sure if it was really the scream or the crashing roar of the wall collapsing if I am honest. I jumped out of bed and came running downstairs still butt ass naked. Downstairs, everything looked normal until I got into the kitchen. The fridge door had been torn off and the light from it cast an eerie light over the rest of the chaos. Something had ripped half the outer wall off leaving the house with a gaping wound that showed me the moonlit hillside sloping down towards the port area of the city. At first I thought an earthquake had hit and Jo lay under the rubble that had once been part of our dream house.
It never occurred to me that it was odd how if the damaged wall was mostly outside the house that Jo could possibly have been beneath it. But then there was a lot strange going on that I never noticed at that point. I sobbed her name and ran over, tearing at the bricks and mortar lying strewn around with my bare hands. The only time I stopped was when a strange noise sounded. I have no idea what caused it, maybe some metal framed skyscraper it’s steel bones broken by the earthquake? It sounded like a long, mournful trumpet note, impossibly loud. I clamped my hands over my ears feeling a physical stab of pain from the volume. I looked around but I could see no signs of any of the towering buildings that marked the financial heart of the city were falling over and the skyline looked much as I last remembered it.
I returned to digging through the rubble but I never did find any sign of her there. Not a strip of torn clothing or smeared blood that might have given me some clue as to what had happened to her.
The signs had been there beforehand. Only the religious nuts took any real notice though. Anyway we spent the night cuddled up watching the news on the tv, but it was all the usual chaos on the Middle East and international tensions. Who’d have believed that funny guy with the stupid hair would have made it to being the president of the European Union and that he’d be the honest to God Anti-Christ? We got bored and made love on the carpet, then I carried her upstairs to our bedroom for a second round of lovemaking. Ten years of being married and I still couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I fell into a contented and happily exhausted sleep.
I don’t know how long I dug through the rubble, long after it was obvious she wasn’t there. The sun began to rise casting a ruddy red glow over the landscape and that is when I noticed something wasn’t quite right. My brain refused to accept it, wouldn’t let me look up at the sky. I noticed a lot of houses portside were smoking and fires burned here and there. The sounds of faint screams reached my ears. The quake must have been a big one could see something... things crawling and climbing over buildings. Some movement skyward attracted my attention. I tried to look upwards, but my body fought me, the muscles in my neck screaming against me. I forced my eyes upward.
I think I went mad then. It was a glorious and terrifying sight. Rank on rank on serried angelic figures hung in the air, somehow stretching off into infinity. Ever seen infinity? It isn’t something the human mind is meant to take. I don’t remember doing whatever I did next, but the next thing I knew I was walking down the street, one of my shotguns in my hand and as much weapons and ammo strapped to me as I could carry. The air was thick with the stench of sulphur. Some twisted perversion of the human form was running towards me lopping along in two misshapen legs and an overly large arm. I remember the eyes, those glowing sickly green eyes filled with hate. As it got close I fired my shotgun catching it full in the face. Half it’s head was blown off, and the other half was a ruined mess but it still kept coming. Took two more rounds to put it down. I put another five in it just to make sure it stayed there and mechanically reloaded thinking that I’d better stock up on more ammo if I was going to use that many rounds. I don’t know what the angels were doing all this time. My body still refused to look skyward and this time the brain agreed with it.
I recognised my surroundings. My feet had taken me towards the local mega-church. Not a place I had ever stepped inside, but I knew it was a big thing in the tellyvangilist scene. It was impossible to completely hide from its influence with its pastor, big s**t eating grin plastered to his face on billboards or advertising his services on the radio. Funny how they all came with a $ sign attached. Well right now I might just need some Jesus. It was a Tuesday morning and outside his regular business hours but you had to think that On a day like this he’d make an exception.
The preacher man was standing outside the open doors to his church. Bat winged creatures were swooping down on him and he was fending them off, bible in one hand, heavy golden crucifix in the other. A gaggle of terrified looking parishioners looked out from the shelter of the doorway at the holy man fighting off the beasts of Satan in their behalf. His southern drawl impeached them to “Get back ta hell!”
As I watched I found something was off. The skinny flying demons didn’t actually seem to be trying to attack the preacher. Sure they were diving towards him, but they seemed to be trying to attack the crowd in the church rather than the man himself. One of the creatures noticed me at the edge of the plaza, wheeled in the air and swooped towards me, the rapidly becoming familiar hatred burning in its (quite literally) hellish eyes. I dropped my pump action and grabbed my trust sawn off, giving it both barrels as it’s cruelty taloned hands reached out for me. The body crashed into me, splattering me in the foul smelling ichor that ran out of the smoking hole that had been its chest. The momentum of the thing hitting me knocked me off my feet. It was surprisingly heavy as I heaved the body off me, it’s wings twitching as the news that the body was dead filtered through. The shotgun blast had attracted the attention of everyone and everything else. The preacher man called out to me in that huckster voice I’d heard a thousand times “Oh my son, guns will not save you on the day of judgement.”
His southern drawl stretched the save into something that sounded more like “Sayahved”.
“For just $10,000 I give yah shelter in mah church and my personal guarantee that when the rayhapture comes, you my son will be one of those sayahved!”
I have to admit, right at that second his pitch sounded pretty persuasive. I was about ready to throw down my weapons and write him a personal check. Right at that moment the plaza was filled with a beautific light. No, it was more than that. It was an aura of peace and love. The demons screeched as if it’s very presence caused them agonising pain. One of the angels flew down. Seems so simple when you put it that way. How to describe the feeling when a being of perfect love and beauty enters your presence. My legs felt weak and I struggled to stand. The parishioners certainly fell in prostrate worship if it. The flying demons circled around and dived at the angel. In its hand appeared a flaming sword and it lashed out at the hellspawn, cleaving them in twain. I’ve used a sword a few times in my life and I was awestruck by the artistry the angel moved with. It was impossible not to be. If the demons were lumpy and misshapen then the angel was perfection incarnate. Every move was the perfect blend of grace and masculinity.
Just like Patrick Swayze in Road House really.
Then I noticed the angel had been wounded. Bright silvery blue blood dripped from a cut in his chest. It didn’t look deep or serious but it shocked me that anything could even think about hurting something so loving. The angel didn’t quite land. It seemed to float an inch or two above the ground, fresh grass breaking through the concrete beneath where its feet walked just above the earth. It walked over to the preacher who like the others was on his knees. With one hand it helped him to his feet, embraced him and with a couple of powerful beats of his wings it bore them both skyward. I heard the preacher call out to his flock “Ah told you it was the rayhapture and ah have been sayahved!”
His followers cried out to him to come back, to save them too. I wondered if I should have led a better life. Being a retired mercenary might not be the best way to get to heaven.
Then the body of the preacher came crashing hard down onto the hard plaza. His body burst open like some overripe fruit splattering blood and gore in a wide circle. A few of the faithful picked that point to throw up noisily.
I looked upwards and could see the angel hovering there,his beatific face twisted in disgust and anger. It occurred to me that if an angel was created to have perfect love for God then it would have all the other things that went along with that. Like hating anyone who disrespected the object of their love.
I had a chilling and unshakable feeling that I knew what had happened to Jo, but I had to keep looking. If she was alive (and I sobbed at the thought she might not be). Would she have headed to the church for shelter? I moved over that way, retrieving my pump action as I did. My hands felt like they were burning from where the demon blood had splattered on them, even after I’d done my best to wipe them off first on my tee shirt and then on the remnants of the preachers fine suit. The crowd were literally shaking with fear as I approached. Some of the slightly more together members started pulling the doors shut, and I broke out into a run, jamming my gun barrel in the narrow gap left just before they closed on me. In a loud growl I roared that if they didn’t open the doors I’d ram my shotgun up their ass and pull the trigger. The door didn’t open, but they did stop trying to close it. I took the opportunity, grabbed the door with one hand and wrenched it open, then almost fell inside and closed the doors behind me.
The faithful gathered inside backed off from me, forming a wide semi-circle. I am a pretty big guy, and my scars don’t make me any prettier. My hands were all messed up from digging through the bricks at my house and the demon blood. Damn but my hands still burned. Anyway, you put all that together along with the weapons I was carrying (the two shotguns, a fire axe I must have picked up somewhere, an eighteen inch skinning knife, a couple of pistols and every pocket seemed stuffed with rounds as well as the bandoliers of shotgun rounds around my chest), and well I look pretty intimidating. I pushed my way through the crowd roaring Joanna’s name but there was no answer. Heading deeper into the church I found it pretty crowded. I wondered if they had all paid the ten grand or had the preacher only thought of the money-making scheme later? Still a church was holy ground and if anywhere was safe it had to be here, right?
Right?
I spotted the baptismal font. Perfect. Making my way through it I plunged my hands into the water to wash them. If I’d to put my money on anything washing demon blood off, that should do it. The cold water stung my hands, but it felt good and cleansing. My hands still burned a bit when I took them out though. I looked. at the altar with the statue behind it of Jesus on the cross. Thanks for nothing big guy I thought. I thought you guys were all about peace and love.
Word of their leader and personal saviour (for $99.99 an hour) demise at the hands of an angel was spreading through the assembly and I could feel the rising tide of panic. Give it a few more minutes and things were going to get damn ugly in here. Either they’d riot or they’d go all Old Testament style and start looking for someone to sacrifice.
I don’t normally get to move through a crowd unnoticed but today everyone had other things on their mind. I climbed up on top of the altar and at the top of my voice, struggling to be heard over the people shouting at each other called out “QUIET!”
That didn’t get much of a reaction so I fired off the pump action over everyone’s heads.
“Your preacher man might be spread over the ground like a watermelon that’s just been tackled by a tank, but you are all in here safe and you are going to stay safe while you are in here ‘cos their ain’t no hell beasts gonna come in to your God’s holy ground! So why don’t you folks just get down on your knees and keep it safe by praying... or what ever the hell it is you do.”
That got me two maybe three seconds of quiet while they thought about it. I’ve never been much use at much that wasn’t fighting. Certainly public speaking is not something I’ve ever felt overly talented at, but I thought all things considered it was a pretty good speech all things considered. ‘Course the big ass demons that came flying through the goddamned stained glass windows spoiled it and everyone was panicking and hollering again, spoiled the effect.
With a “f**k it”, I unloaded into the back of one of the monsters as it landed on a parishioner. It’s back rippled and exploded and it collapsed on its would be victim. I had no idea if he or she was still alive or not, and I had no time to check as dozens of the creatures came pouring in, tearing through the other windows all along the hall. We were caught in a trap and they only way out was on the far end with a whole mass of people and demons between me and there. f**k it I thought again. I’d made stands in worse places before this. I fired off both shotguns. The demons were so thickly clustered I couldn’t help but hit them. I might have hit some people too, but a shotgun is hardly something you’d perform surgery with.
Also firing a shotgun one handed is a seriously stupid idea. Firing one in each hand is moronic. I thought about that as the recoil took the guns from my hands and I fell backwards off the altar, landing heavily on the floor. One of the bastards saw me fall and in a second was trying to bury his teeth in my throat. I clamped my hands on his head, one on his jaw, the other grasping its forehead and desperately tried to keep its jagged teeth from chowing down on my jugular. My remaining weapons were out of reach even if I had a spare hand and the straps were catching in things making it harder to fight back. I managed to keep ahold of its jaw and work my other hand down its face enough to grab its upper jaw. “Got you now you dirty f**ker”, I thought. Gripping tight I wrenched my hands damn near tearing the jaw clean off. The creature rolled off me, it’s hands fumbling at its jaw while a thin blackish tongue loiled around wondering why it had so much freedom and exploring its new surroundings. Since I was still on my back I lashed out with one booted foot catching it full in the chest with the crunch of breaking ribs. It disappeared into the swirling mass of people and demons.
Getting back on my feet I glanced at my hands. The wickedly sharp teeth of the demon had lacerated the flesh. I’d need stitches. The demons were wreaking havoc on the other humans who seemingly could put up no resistance. A woman was screaming as one fiend clawed at her. I ran up to it and wrapped my powerful arms around it, crushing it in a bear hug. I’d pinned its arms, but it still had its feet and kicked violently catching me more than once in the shins which hurt like a b***h as I held as tight as I could and shook it like a rag doll. I could hear its ribs cracking as it tried a backwards headbutt. It had tiny twisted horns protruding from the top of its head, one of which caught me on the forehead tearing a deep cut over my right eye. I heaved the body up then slammed it down hard on the ground, letting my hold on its chest go. I put one arm under its chin pressing on the throat. I had no idea if the things needed to breath or not but I figured it was worth a try. It’s sharp fingernails attempted to claw at my arm, but only left scratches on my leather jacket. My other hand went over it’s face, pulling the head sharply to one side. I heard the satisfying snap as it’s neck broke.
The church was quickly turning into a cathedral of carnage. I smiled at the woman I’d just saved, pulled out my knife and waded into the morass. If these creatures really were demons then they really weren’t none too smart. I was the only threat to them in the whole damn place but only the ones who got in my way tried fighting me. If they’d worked together I’d have been overwhelmed in seconds. As it was I used my blade to carve a bloody harvest, cutting and chopping. My arms were soon elbow deep in blood and ichor, and my muscles were quickly aching but I fought on. One tiny demon barely the size of one of my hands came flying through the air and grabbed my hair from behind, distracting me as I tried to shove my knife deep into the chest of what looked like a humanoid shaped mass of warts and boils. I reached behind and crushed the life from it with one hand, feeling the agony of its life juices running down my back, blistering the flesh. Meanwhile Mr Warts n’ all was raking me with his claws, opening up parts of my chest that had never been designed to see daylight. I pulled him in close overbalancing both of us. As we fell I plunged my hunting knife deep into its side and ripped it out. Must have stabbed it three times before we even hit the ground.
I really needed to stop falling over. Climbing back to my feet I found myself in the middle of a slaughter, a tiny spot of calm in the middle of chaos unleashed. The floor was slick, wet with blood and unidentifiable lumps of stuff that used to be people. For all the dozens that had died there seemed to be no shortage of fresh targets for the demons to tear to pieces, but the screams and cries of battle were a kind of music to me and this was a dance I knew well even if I was a little rusty. It was a place I’d always felt I belonged like no other until I’d found Joanna and the simple joy of just lying in her arms. The thought of her felt like I’d just been electrocuted and a cry of agony ripped loose from my lips. I plunged back into combat, losing myself to the bloody red reign of battle. Every move I made was as near perfection as it could be. Demons still poured through the windows, those with wings flying through while others climbed or slithered. I stamped on one that appeared to be nothing more than a foul, pulsating bag of pus, but whose touch I’d seen melt flesh like candle wax. It burst open splattering noisome innards all over. At this point though my reactions were all purely mechanical, the conscious part of my brain a mere spectator watching as I killed and saved and killed again. Part of me knew I could never defeat all this seemingly endless horde, but I’d die fighting and at one point in my life that was all that had ever been important to me.
From nowhere and everywhere all at once the church was filled with what I’d have to call a cleansing light. It felt like when the angel had came down earlier, but stronger. It brought me out of my bloodlust and I suddenly felt in a lot of pain, exhausted and old. I never felt like this after a fight when I was young. The light got brighter and a heavenly sound like a choir of angels filled the air.
Oh. f**k.
The demons had ceased their riotous massacre and gave voice to a mass howl of despair. With the opposite of an explosion a circular hole appeared in the roof as it was sucked upwards. A beam of painfully intense light shone down and a winged figure descended down. All eyes were fixed on the figure, human or demonic even though it was painful to look on. The angel reached not quite the ground and looked up. It’s movements were quick and sure, but not jerky. Much like the other angel it presented an image of physical perfection. It looked around at the demons and prostate refugees then slowly raised one arm so it had a clenched fist in front of its face. Then the fist was snapped off to the left and down causing a ring of silvered fire to sweep out, coruscating throughout the church. Where the fire touched demon it burned them hideously. Flesh popped and sizzled and the demons writhed in agony until the silver fire consumed them completely leaving only charred dust. Me and the other folks seemed unharmed by the fire and mighty glad of that I was.
The congregation looked at their saviour in adoration as it turned in a slow circle gazing at each and every person in the crowd.
“Know all ye that thou have worshipped at the house of a false prophet and shall all be called to account.”
The voice was pure and made every listener want to beg for forgiveness. A flaming sword, shaped like one of those bent swords he’d seen in old films set in the Middle East. Scimitars?
It raised its sword to deliver the final judgement.
“OY a***ole!”
The angel floated around until it was staring right at me, staring curiously and moving its head from side to side. Maybe it was trying to decide what my good side was?
“Thou does not belongst here. Thou are no follower of the false prophet.”
It cocked its head to the opposite side before continuing. “And yet you are no follower of the One True God either. Thoust must choose a side in the coming conflict and thoust must choose quickly. The time of thy judgement has come. Be either exalted in his eyes or cast down like offal. Bow down and through me thou canst receive his blessing and be saved.”
The words didn’t come from his mouth which stayed closed the entire time but seemed instead to emanate from everywhere around me.
I can’t deny that his words had power. He made a tempting offer, but here is the thing. All my life I’ve stood on my own two feet (well except for the times I’d fallen over I thought ruefully) and I had never bowed to any man or woman. Didn’t feel like the end of the world was the time to start. “How about I make you a counter offer. You pull some trousers on so you can die with some decency and then I take this sword and cut your holier-than-thou head off?”
For a moment or two the angel seemed puzzled.
“Foolish mortal. Which sword does thou speak of?”
“This... one... Oh bollocks!”
I reached for the sword only to discover it wasn’t there. My hand slapped my side a couple of times as if expecting to find it, but it stayed stubbornly where ever it had fallen out.
f**k it.
I spat on the floor and unlimbered the axe I’d strapped across my back. “This will do instead then.”
I leapt towards him swinging the axe in a powerful blow designed to cut its perfect head in two. It simply floated back and up into the air as the axe dig into the wooden floor embedding itself deeply. With a grunt I yanked it loose. Damn, I was in trouble now. I’d seen one of these things fight and even fresh and uninjured it would have been a challenge. As it was I was feeling exhausted, carried multiple wounds and as much as I had enjoyed the fight with the demons it had taken a lot out of me. Laughter drifted down from the rafters. “Thou hast done well to slay so many minions of the great adversary, but know this mortal, that they are amongst the lowliest of his servants. Doest thou truly seek to battle an Angel of the Lord?”
Oh hell yeah. Just his way of speaking made me want to hurt him badly. I briefly thought about running the hell away, but then I thought of Joanne’s face and how sad that would have made her if I left these people to the angels tender mercies. I was still filled with doubt. Could an angel ever be hurt or killed?
Then I remembered the one that had killed the preacher. It had been bleeding plenty. And if it could bleed then I could kill it. I set my face in a grim smile, gripped my fire axe tight on both hands and called out “Come and get it ya big shiny bawbag.”
Sometimes I can’t help my Scottish heritage from coming to the fore.
He floated down gently, his sword dancing as he swung it around in a impressive display. “Moan nen!” I said giving the traditional Glaswegian battlecry. Besides this guy was a prick and I wasn’t going to admit to him that he was good with a blade.
As he got closer I knew I was going to have to take the fight to him. A fire axe isn’t designed for fighting and I didn’t trust its wooden haft to block many blows from that sword. The other angel had cut right through several bodies with no problem. This one had killed dozens of demons with even less effort. As usual I figured my mouth had gotten me into slightly more trouble than I could handle. He came swooping down towards me swinging that blade in a way that would have cut me from my right shoulder to my hip. I threw myself to one side, spinning around and lashing out with my axe, hoping to catch him with a lucky blow, but no such luck. He sailed on through the air unscratched. It was actually quite disconcerting fighting a naked man with wings. Wonder if I could turn that to my advantage?
“Hey pal. How come if you guys are so perfect you’ve got such a tiny dick?” I called out as he swooped up into the rafter, preparing for his next attack run. “Let me guess, it’s just that it’s cold outside?”
I thought I saw the tiniest facial tick twitch the corner of his mouth. I hoped so. If I could get him angry then maybe he’d make a mistake. He started his attack run, coming down at me like a bird of prey.
Or should that be a bird of pray?
If he was going to be predictable then I could figure out how to bring this bird down. As he neared I got ready to dive to the side again, but at the last second he changed his course and I felt a line of fire draw along my back as the tip of the blade cut effortlessly through my jacket and the skin beneath. Holy crap that stung. Guess I should have thought a bit more about being less predictable myself.
Gritting my teeth I called out “I guess with a pecker like that you don’t get much action with the lady angels. Or are you more into boy angels?”
Oh that definitely got to him. I could see anger marring those oh so perfect features. The voice though was still smooth and calm. “To mock the perfect creation of our Lord is to mock our Lord Himself and that I shalt not abide! To suggest that I engage in an unnatural act forbidden by our Maker’s word hast made thou and abomination in mine eyes. I shalt cleanse these earth of your existence and consign you to the lowest pit!”
Oh yeah, I had him rattled now. He came diving down straight at me, sword pointed straight at me, looking to spear me through the chest. This much much easier to dodge than his swipes, and I sidestepped like a matador avoiding a bull. Instead of flying off this time he stopped a slashed out at me. By instinct I put up the haft of the axe to block the sword and as expected the blade cut straight through it. Figuring the axe was useless now I dropped both halves and grabbed onto the angels wing. He’d left himself dangerously exposed. I started swinging him round and sent him crashing against the church wall, scattering the surviving worshipers. The angel didn’t tumble to the ground, but picked himself up and hovered there in mid air. “Truly thou ars’t a troublesome mortal.”
My childish giggling interrupted him and in a voice that was starting to lose its cool edge asked “What does thou find so amusing, pray tell?”
“You said arse!”
Confusion and anger warred on that perfect face for a few moments and I took my chance. I picked up the top half of the axe and sent it spinning through the air using all my strength. My aim was perfect, but my grasp of the aerodynamics not so much. The axe smashed right into his face and the fight would have been over right there if it had been one of the sharp edges that had hit him. Still the impact of the top but unfortunately flat edge dazed him. I charged in bull rushing him back against the the wall, then grabbing him by the throat and groin (urgh! I felt his junk touch my hand! I’d been touched by angel dick), heaved him up over my head before slamming him hard down on the ground. I figure I must have hurt him badly there because the serene light that had filled the room suddenly went out. I pulled the semi conscious body upright, his eyes swimming and growled “Can yon Holy Ghost fellow sew? Cos you are gonna need tae get this stitched!”
And with that I slammed my forehead against the bridge of his nose feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. His face wasn’t quite so perfect looking now and that silvery blue blood flowed freely from his ruined face. I head butted him a second time for good measure, seeing a few stars swimming around this time from the impact. “You know what pal, I am not going to kill you after all. See I want you to go back upstairs and give the big man a warning. Let him know I am coming for him.”
I let the angels sagging body fall to the floor. He groaned and rolled onto his back. I picked up his sword. The fire had went out but it seemed sharp enough to be useful. I turned my back on him and went to head out through all the shocked onlookers. “You know pal, I’ve changed my mind again. I am not quite finished with you yet after all.”
I turned back around, took a good long run and kicked him square in the nuts. It couldn’t have been any better if I’d been scoring a penalty against England in a World Cup final. Pretty sure that howl of agony would have been heard in the heavens. “Tell the big man that is exactly what is going to happen to him if anyone has hurt my Joanna!”
Then looking around at the survivors who looked back at me totally shell shocked I figured I couldn’t just leave them here. “Look, you lot might want to leave before he gets back up or some of his pals arrive.”
They just stared at me like frightened rabbits caught in headlines. I raised my hands up and shouted “BOO!”
That broke the spell and they all ran outside screaming. I collected the rest of my weapons, packed them up a bit more carefully than I had before, gave the crowd outside a minute or two to disperse fully and then followed them out leaving the angel moaning in his own private world of hurt.
Where the hell was Jo and where would I even start looking for her? I wandered the streets. Bodies lay everywhere, but none of them looked like her. Dawn was coming and I figured I would need to find somewhere to rest up for a while, clean up my wounds. There was a hospital maybe ten kays. Seemed like as good a place as any to head.
I walked through the skeletal remains of the city. I’d loved there for what then years now? It wasn’t ever a place I thought of as home, it was just the place Jo was and that was where I wanted to be. Hardly a window was unbroken giving the place the feel of a tomb. We are all dead, the city seemed to say to me. Come join us. It would have been so easy to give in, peaceful even. It was the thought of her that kept me going. The red lit sky overhead, mercifully empty of the gathered hosts of the heavens hung threateningly above. Had I just imagined those heavenly ranks. Thinking back it seemed to be unreal and have all the qualities of a dream. Maybe I’d saw a few and with everything else going on my mind had played tricks on itself.
I’d to fight a few times on the way to the hospital for all everything looked desolate. A couple of packs of wingless demons attacked me. I tried out the angel sword against them. Worked like a charm. Nicely balanced, felt light in my hand. I wondered if the angel would have to explain losing it to some heavenly quartermaster and admit a human had kicked his ass? I certainly hoped so. When I’d been regular military I’d misplaced a rifle. My sergeant had found it before me and he tore a strip off me. No idea the punishments he’ll gave out, but if the bible was anything to go by it would be a doozy.
I regularly saw angels flying overhead, mostly in large groups. Sometimes the clashes with opposing flights of demons. I was pretty glad that they all seemed more concerned with each other than me. I hadn’t lost enough blood to kill me, but I was feeling a little woozy. One angel had been tough, a whole gang of them might be more than I could handle.
Damn but I wished I had a few grenades.
It seemed as if this was a war where the opening act was just open season on anything, but things had settled down and the two sides were busy with each other rather than humanity. Mind you, if the damage I could see was widespread it wouldn’t be long until we ran out of food. Maybe both sides were going to let starvation and in-fighting take care of us. I’d seen before what happens when people go crazy. Whoever said civilisation is one missed meal away from collapse was a smart man. Or woman.
Occasionally I stopped and watched one of the aerial battles, looking to learn as much as I could about the fighters. If it came to even numbers then the angels had the advantage, but the demons had strength in numbers and sought to overwhelm their enemies by sheer weight of numbers. From my viewpoint the victory of the angels hardly seemed guaranteed. Sometimes they won, sometimes the other guys. Neither side were much for running away while a single enemy was still standing, or being merciful to the wounded. Let me know what to expect if I was on the losing side. Fair enough, no reason to play nice myself.
I think it was evening when I reached the hospital. I’d stopped to watch the dog fights too many times. My watch said it was evening time, but the sky was still the same sodden dull red. I couldn’t remember the name of the hospital, it had always been nicknamed the suffering general hospital. The front had been all glass and although I had hoped it would be untouched by all the fighting, my heart sank when I saw barely an intact window. Unlike the rest of the city though, the lights were still on. Makes sense that they would have some kind of backup generator. I climbed through the shattered main doors. Bodies were strewn everywhere, living and dead both. I wonder which side had hit it? At this point I was still prepared to believe the angels weren’t total a***oles and it had been the other side.
The foyer had became a massive open treatment area. Doctors and nurses, too few for the seething mass of humanity pressed inside did their best to treat the worst of the injured.
As an experienced fighting man I could tell a losing battle quickly. One of the women, a pretty looking thing in scrubs and a smoke stained white coat stopped when she saw me and came over. “You? Your the man from the church aren’t you?”
“Might be. Might not. Depends on the church you are talking about.”
Felt silly saying that. Not many people look like me with my roadmap of scars or walk about festooned in weaponry. Then again these were changed days. Maybe they did now?
“It is you,” she exclaimed. “You saved my life and I never got the chance to say thanks.”
Her face dropped down slightly, and she smiled coyly at me.
“Your welcome. I am not sure I saved you though. Might have just been a temporary reprieve. Looks like this place got hit pretty hard”
“They hit everywhere hard and then forgot about us.” She shrugged her shoulders. Her face was smuggled with sweat and dirt. Brown hair tied back in a bun, maybe five six tall. I didn’t recall seeing her at the church, but then again I’d been busy. I shifted the load slung across my back, sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through me from wounds on my back reopening and blistered skin from that demon blood ripping open. I guess I must have winched a bit because the pretty girl said “Oh you’re injured! Come let me have a look.”
I tried to say no and searching for Jo, but she grabbed my hand and dragged me. I figured I might as well go along with her. I didn’t know what medical supplies would be like in the future and if my injuries got infected I’d be no use to Jo even if I could find her. Besides I was sure I’d need stitches in my back and they were impossible to do yourself.
Although maybe that hooker in Bangkok... She was pretty flexible. I chuckled at the memory. My companion looked at me quizzically but didn’t ask. Just as well really.
She took me to an office down one side corridor. The strip light hung down at one side but still cast a humming and flickering light. In a voice that reminded me of my mum she commanded me to strip to the waist. I’ve had drill instructors who would have been proud of that voice. I did as I was told, stacking my remaining weapons on a desk, noting that I’d have to strip and clean them next chance I got. My leather jacket had seen better days but was still wearable if barely. My tee shirt though was a blood soaked rag that I let fall on the floor. If you think the scars I’ve got on my face look bad, then you should see the network on my chest. Some places I can’t tell where one ends and the next begins never mind remembering how I got them. The woman was standing behind me and the sharp intake of breath told me all I needed to know about how that looked. I looked down at my chest myself and sucked in some oxygen myself. In some places was the jungle of scars I recognised, but in some places there is what I could only describe as splashes of red scaly skin. In other places the skin looked as perfect as a new born babies. Smooth and no signs that it had ever been damaged. He’ll, even the burn marks from the time I got set on fire down in South America were healed in those places.
“My back look the same as my chest?”
She walked around me looking at me critically. “Yes, and your arms too.”
I had been too preoccupied looking for Jo and avoiding angels to take that much notice of what was happening to me. My hands were a strange mixture of scrapes, wounds and perfectly healed skin. “When the demonic blood hit me, it burned like a son of a b***h. Maybe the angelic stuff healed me?”
“You could do with some more. The cut across your back isn’t deep enough to kill you, but it it isn’t healthy either. I can sew it up, give you some penicillin. The bites I’ll clean out. We are already running short of supplies though.”
I could detect the faint aroma of cigarettes from her. The slightly yellowed fingertips confirmed she was a smoker. Guess that was something else that wouldn’t be happening much any more.
“I want you to wait here while I go pick up a few things. I’ll stitch you up as best as I can. Can’t spare any anaesthetic, so you are just going to have to be a big boy for me. Can you do that?”
I felt like we were having two different conversations. I often felt this way when talking with other people. Like there was some hidden subtext I could sense but not figure out. I couldn’t help but feel like this was one of those situations.
“Not my first stitches lady. Sew away.”
I am pretty sure she deliberately stuck the needle in a little deeper than she needed to just to see if I could take the pain. She got a sharp intake of breath, but I sat like a rock, not budging and refusing to show any sign of pain.
Funny how men do stupid s**t like that in front of women. Idily I wondered if gay men did the same thing or if they’d only do it in front of other men?
Just one of those questions I supposed I’d never learn the answer to and wasn’t important anyway.
After she’d finished, she looked at her handiwork and told me that normally she’d tell me to do nothing strenuous, but in this case it didn’t seem to be an option. So she sewed a second set of stitches to give it some extra strength and less chance of tearing. She still dug the needle in further than I thought was needed though.
After she finished, she walked around and looked me in the eyes directly.
“So what now? You going to stick around?We could do with a man like you, help keep everyone safe.”
Her eyes were bright and hopeful and she bit her lower lip slightly as she waited for my answer. “I have someone I need to find. If she is here then here seems as good a place as any to survive.”
“Oh.”
She sounded a bit crestfallen at my reply. Normally women couldn’t wait to get away from me.
“Is this someone your wife?”
“Yeah. She’s been missing since all this started.”
My words went unheard as once again the same hellishly loud trumpet sounded. Long and mournful just as before. The woman threw herself into my arms and buried her head in my chest trying to hide from the noise. It couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds but it felt like hours. “What was that?” she cried out.
“I don’t know, but if I find him, he is going to be blowing that trumpet out of his ass.”
“Look, I can stay here tonight. Make sure none of those bastards attack and find out if Joe took refuge here. If she isn’t though come tomorrow I’ll be off. I’ll try and check-in, make sure you are as safe as anyone can be right now.”
We went back to the foyer where she got lost in the mess of people trying to save each other or lying on the floor waiting to live or die. The later was going to seriously outnumber the former.
I helped out where I could. I’d had some medical training after all, although mostly what I did was taking out the bodies of those who had died. It was quickly obvious Jo wasn’t here and I had a horrible feeling I would never find her alive.
Once it got dark things seemed to calm down a bit. I wandered the hospital until I found an empty bed and climbed in. The smashed window let the cold night in but I’d slept in worse places. Before I’d drifted off to sleep I heard someone enter the room. A familiar fragrance of smoke told me who it was. I wasn’t surprised when she climbed into bed, completely naked beside me. I thought WWSD (what would Swayze do?), but somehow the advice that gave me didn’t seem the right kind. I just lay there and pretended to be asleep. She cuddled up against me and I was acutely aware of her breasts against my back as she held onto me. I just kept thinking about Jo and that I wasn’t going to cheat on my wife the day she had vanished.
A treacherous inner voice said, “But what about the next day?”
I knew in the future I’d wonder why I hadn’t taken advantage of the offer, but I was sure I’d feel good about not doing it.
A-Day +1.I was gone in the morning long before she awoke. Couldn’t resist taking a long look at her naked body though. Never claimed to be a saint.
I left via the front door. The medics were busy with the injured. I heard several cries for various medicines, most often answered with “We’re all out!”
It occurred to me that I could do something to help there.
The only place I could think of now to check for Joanne was back at our home, and besides I’d need some supplies if I was going to carry out the plan I had in mind. The house was still empty with no sign anyone had been home since I had left. I had spent thousands on an elaborate home security system. Will one wall missing it was all useless. 100% of all intruders stopped guaranteed my ass. When all this was over I was going to get me a refund!
The house seemed like a dead thing, soulless now without Jo. I collected a few things from my secure basement and a backpack to carry most of them. I’d need to pick out the perfect spot and have a lot of luck if what I was planning was going to work. When I’d put all this stuff away I had hoped I’d never have to take it out again. I also grabbed a fresh shirt and a different leather jacket. I have a simple wardrobe. About 30 very similar outfits. Only the tee-shirts really changed. I left a few notes scattered around the house telling Jo to check the Suffering General if she was looking for me, then signed and dated the messages so she’d know how recent they were.
Outside I could hear a cacophonous wailing, getting louder as it got closer. I figured it had to be demons. You know what? Right then I felt like getting in a fight. I took my shotguns and angel sword and stood in the middle of the road waiting for whatever was coming to arrive.
Didn’t have long to wait either. When I first saw what was coming though... At first, I couldn’t tell if it was a small army of creatures or just the one thing. It was like a mass of roiling limbs. No body that I could see, just endless arms and legs reaching out and pulling itself along.
Boy, what I wouldn’t have given for a chainsaw right then and there. Mouths would form for a few seconds, give out some fingering scream before sinking back down into the noisome mass. I didn’t think my guns would do me much good here, so I pulled out the sword. Shame I didn’t have the trick of making it burst into flames. Wasn’t really one for selfies but damn a picture of me fighting with a sword with flames leaping from it would have been cool. That’s the kind of s**t they should make oil paintings of, not some boring f**ker no one remembers the name of twenty years ago, or some Dutch police wannabe’s on the night shift.
The mass kept on coming towards me. I wasn’t sure if it even knew I was there, but I stood there like a rock until it got close enough.
By the time I’d finished with it (and it turned out it was just the one creature), there were a lot less limbs attached. The sword felt like it weighed nothing in my hand and the thing's limbs offered no resistance to the blade as it cut through the mass. Every time I cut a part off it would fall to the ground and shrivel up, a stinking green gas would come pouring out. I don’t think I managed to kill the thing, but it looked a lot smaller. The air just got too hard to breath around it. I kicked open the door to a half-destroyed house and jumped inside. What ever it was I’d been fighting was still too big to follow, or maybe it couldn’t tell where I had went. I hadn’t seen any any eyes. It just continued rolling along the street just as it had before we fought. What the hell it was and what it’s purpose was I had no idea.
Well so much for a good old fashioned ass-kicking. I’d gotten a good workout though and my back was slathered in sweat. Time to get back to my original plan though.
I reached downtown and found it was intact enough for me to carry out my plan. I needed a couple of tall buildings and a flat roof on one of them. It took me the best part of the day to rig it all up, but when it was done all I had to do was sit and wait.