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a wide arc, he whipped it all the
way around and back at the shooter. The wires stretched as he swung and when
they hit they wrapped themselves tightly around the soldier’s neck like a bola.
He went down clawing at the wires and making panicked noises.
The others started yelling and threatening Damon, but he
didn’t listen. He kept running toward the smaller group, intent on breaking
through their line and escaping. These were trained soldiers, unfortunately,
and they moved shoulder to shoulder to block his path. He hit the line of four
men hard, and they all went down together in a tangle of bodies.
Damon fought frantically, trying to keep them off balance so
he could extricate himself and escape, but they were too well armored and too
well trained. He knocked two out before they were able to subdue him and
zip-tie his hands behind his back.
One of them walked up to the group of men as they each
stood, trying to regain their composure. He spoke, apparently into a radio “Sir,
we’ve got him. I think you’re right, he took out three of us with his bare
hands.”
The figure then spoke to the men holding him, “Put him in
the 'craft, and let’s get out of here.”
**** ****
Andrea looked down on the alleyway
as the cloud dissipated. She marveled at the number of bodies strewn throughout
the area and tried to recreate what happened. She could tell some of the bodies
were simply knocked out by the gas, but she could also see that many— so
many!— had been taken down violently. Damon, where are you? She
checked the scanner again and realized the signal was actually a little further
ahead. She looked over the group one more time, but did not see Melanie. Too
bad, I was planning to bring her back home as a trophy.
“He’s farther up,” she said to her group of fighters,
twenty-strong.
Various comments greeted the scene below, all expressing
awe-filled respect for what the Demon had done. The high-pitched whine of
aircraft taking off surprised them, and after a moment’s hesitation, they all
began running toward the sound.
Two sleek SecForce aircraft lifted into the dark sky and
turned to zip toward the City.
“Andrea, do they 'ave him?”
She looked down at the tracker and saw the indicator moving
away quickly. Her heart sank and she was not sure she could speak. “Yes,” she
whispered. Then louder, “They’ve got him.” With a lump in her throat she watched
the lights of the aircraft disappear into the distance.
**** ****
Damon sat in his cell for the third
straight day and wondered if they were going to leave him here forever. Maybe
this is the torture, death by boredom!
With nothing else to do, he ran through the events of the
last couple weeks yet again. He cursed himself for ever rescuing Melanie, and
then again for bringing her home. He realized now the importance of the
training he had neglected. Mercy. If only I had listened to that lecture. If
only I could have swung that bar and killed her right there. Or even if I’d
only knocked her out and let the traps and guards take care of her.
So far, the SecForce people had been cordial, though quiet.
Damon imagined they might be little rougher had he actually hurt any of them. Luckily,
the men he took down were fine, with only bruises and soreness. Idly, he
thought that he’d love to get his hands on a set of their armor. It seemed
light and flexible, and he knew from first-hand experience that it was effective.
He daydreamed of escaping with a couple sets of that armor and bringing it back
to Andrea.
Oh Andrea, I hope you can forgive me. The kiss was encouraging. He smiled at the thought.
Today, they brought Damon out and led him to another room. His
hands were shaking; he’d heard many stories about the horrible things SecForce
did to their prisoners. He flinched as a set of heavy double doors groaned open
and he was pushed into the room.
His eyes darted from side to side as he searched for an
escape, but the room was
way around and back at the shooter. The wires stretched as he swung and when
they hit they wrapped themselves tightly around the soldier’s neck like a bola.
He went down clawing at the wires and making panicked noises.
The others started yelling and threatening Damon, but he
didn’t listen. He kept running toward the smaller group, intent on breaking
through their line and escaping. These were trained soldiers, unfortunately,
and they moved shoulder to shoulder to block his path. He hit the line of four
men hard, and they all went down together in a tangle of bodies.
Damon fought frantically, trying to keep them off balance so
he could extricate himself and escape, but they were too well armored and too
well trained. He knocked two out before they were able to subdue him and
zip-tie his hands behind his back.
One of them walked up to the group of men as they each
stood, trying to regain their composure. He spoke, apparently into a radio “Sir,
we’ve got him. I think you’re right, he took out three of us with his bare
hands.”
The figure then spoke to the men holding him, “Put him in
the 'craft, and let’s get out of here.”
**** ****
Andrea looked down on the alleyway
as the cloud dissipated. She marveled at the number of bodies strewn throughout
the area and tried to recreate what happened. She could tell some of the bodies
were simply knocked out by the gas, but she could also see that many— so
many!— had been taken down violently. Damon, where are you? She
checked the scanner again and realized the signal was actually a little further
ahead. She looked over the group one more time, but did not see Melanie. Too
bad, I was planning to bring her back home as a trophy.
“He’s farther up,” she said to her group of fighters,
twenty-strong.
Various comments greeted the scene below, all expressing
awe-filled respect for what the Demon had done. The high-pitched whine of
aircraft taking off surprised them, and after a moment’s hesitation, they all
began running toward the sound.
Two sleek SecForce aircraft lifted into the dark sky and
turned to zip toward the City.
“Andrea, do they 'ave him?”
She looked down at the tracker and saw the indicator moving
away quickly. Her heart sank and she was not sure she could speak. “Yes,” she
whispered. Then louder, “They’ve got him.” With a lump in her throat she watched
the lights of the aircraft disappear into the distance.
**** ****
Damon sat in his cell for the third
straight day and wondered if they were going to leave him here forever. Maybe
this is the torture, death by boredom!
With nothing else to do, he ran through the events of the
last couple weeks yet again. He cursed himself for ever rescuing Melanie, and
then again for bringing her home. He realized now the importance of the
training he had neglected. Mercy. If only I had listened to that lecture. If
only I could have swung that bar and killed her right there. Or even if I’d
only knocked her out and let the traps and guards take care of her.
So far, the SecForce people had been cordial, though quiet.
Damon imagined they might be little rougher had he actually hurt any of them. Luckily,
the men he took down were fine, with only bruises and soreness. Idly, he
thought that he’d love to get his hands on a set of their armor. It seemed
light and flexible, and he knew from first-hand experience that it was effective.
He daydreamed of escaping with a couple sets of that armor and bringing it back
to Andrea.
Oh Andrea, I hope you can forgive me. The kiss was encouraging. He smiled at the thought.
Today, they brought Damon out and led him to another room. His
hands were shaking; he’d heard many stories about the horrible things SecForce
did to their prisoners. He flinched as a set of heavy double doors groaned open
and he was pushed into the room.
His eyes darted from side to side as he searched for an
escape, but the room was
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