[Posted by Ted H]
Sick...bleh...
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[Demons Ascension - Cocky Moron]
"I'll drive," James said
"You shoot." He climbed into the driver seat before John could even protest.
"I got him, don't worry," John said just as Bradford's car was tossed
out of the alley and into traffic, causing multiple accidents and a pile up.
John climbed in the back as James took off down the other side where there were
no cars. Croatoan leaped after, clearing the overturned car and ran after.
"How's you aim in a
moving vehicle?" James yelled as he pulled into oncoming traffic.
"Better than yours,"
John said as he fired at Croatoan "Just don't crash into anything."
James could not shake the
demon in the oncoming lane, so he switched to the right side and tried to speed
passed slower traffic. Croatoan kept pace by jumping on cars and easily cut
down the distance. "I have an idea," James said as he began to taper
off speed "You have another head shot in you?"
"Whatever you're planning
James, I swear to God it better work," John said as he reloaded. James cut
in front of a truck who had also seen what Croatoan was doing and was speeding
up to get away. James watch Croatoan easily jump well in front of the car and
stand in its path, preparing to do again what he did to Bradford before.
"That's right you cocky
moron," James yelled as John hung out the window and lined his shot up.
James floored the gas as he sped towards a waiting Croatoan. "Now!"
he screamed as John fired, Croatoan taking another shot to the head as he
stumbled backwards and did nothing to impede the incoming vehicle. Croatoan
went up and rolled right over the car and landed awkwardly on the ground behind
them. He was just attempting to get up when the truck from behind slammed on
the brakes, but couldn't stop in time and rolled right over the unsuspecting
demon.
Other vehicles were caught off
guard by the sudden truck stop and collided into it, causing yet another pile
up. Croatoan ended up pinned by the truck and several cars. By time he
collected himself and threw the vehicles off, James and John were long gone. He
decided they were not worth pursuing and he had more important things to
prepare for. He figured two mortals incapable of ultimately stopping him were
of no concern at least until after his ascension.
"Where are we
going?" John asked as he climbed into the front passenger seat. "The
apartments," James said.
"We're going to where he
lives?" John asked, not at all happy with the revelation "I thought
we were trying to escape this guy?"
"We need to get
Amanda."
"Look, I know you like
her, but-"
"She's next on his ritual
list."
"How could you even know
that? No one could have guessed Bradford was next."
"This guys real name is
Croatoan. He's a demon from hell trying to become a god. He needs to make seven
specific sacrifices in accordance to some ritual. He tried this before but
failed in the eleventh hour when his final sacrifice didn't work out."
"What happened?"
"No one knows. But he's
made sure everything required for his next attempt is perfect, making sure
everything is where it needs to be at the perfect time. But with Amanda, he's
kept close in a personal way."
"Why?"
"If I were him, I'd make
damn sure nothing went wrong with the final sacrifice this time around. Seeing
me with Amanda last week must've really ticked him off."
"So not only are we going
to where this demon guy lives, but we're going to also attempt to kidnap his
final sacrifice. I've seen him choke a man out with another man's small
intestines just for shooting at him, I can't imagine what he'll do to us for
messing with his ritual."
"We get Amanda out of the
city and Croatoan can't complete his ritual. What time is it now?"
"Noon."
"We get Amanda out and we
keep her alive past midnight. Then we can do our end-zone dance."
"Great, thumbing out
noses at a god-demon."
"He's not a god
yet."
"Wait, Amanda's suppose
to be the seventh and final sacrifice. Bradford was only the fifth. Who's number
six?"
"I don't know. He's
already made his star points, I'd bet number six is in the center of it all, in
the apartments."
"That could be anyone in
there."
"Maybe the location of
the final sacrifice doesn't matter, maybe Amanda is number six, it doesn't
matter. We get Amanda out and hide her from Croatoan."
It didn't take long to get to
the apartments. "Wait here!" James said as he got out and ran for the
entrance "Keep the engine running!" He ran under the scaffolding,
trying not to notice that Marks paint job from before had burned away and
Croatoan's name was once again in proud display. He made it to Amanda's room
and franticly pounded on the door. No one answered. "C'mon," James
said as he pounded again, then tried the handle to find the door unlocked.
"Amanda?" he asked
as he walked in and searched every room for her. The entire apartment looked
unchanged from the last time James was in. The computer sat open, boxes
unpacked and bed sheets tossed. "Did she even make it back?" he asked
himself as he double checked everything, then immediately crossed the hall and
kicked in Croatoan's door.
There was hardly anything in
Croaotan's apartment. The standard furnishings sat bare and unused, the kitchen
as clean as possible and the windows were covered with thick curtains. The
bedroom was empty of furniture and instead the entire room was covered floor to
ceiling with a black substance that looked like melted candle wax but smelt
like rotten fruit.
James covered his mouth as he
tore down the curtains in the living room for better light and searched about
anyway for Amanda. She was nowhere to be found and he was growing worried. He
thought maybe Croatoan abducted her and stashed her somewhere while he took
care of the other sacrifices.
He thought of returning to
Dennys and asking someone there if someone had come for Amanda after he left or
at least where Amanda went if she was still alone. He returned to the elevators
and ran back outside to find numerous cops waiting for him with their guns
drawn. John was behind them all with his hands up in confusion. "James
Blake," the lead officer said as he holstered his gun and approached
"You're coming with us. Keep your hands where we can see them."
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June 29, 2014
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