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Scene Nine: Condemnation
Topic Started: Nov 12 2009, 01:08 AM (1,081 Views)
LadyRahl
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny


Condemnation
Tried
Here on the stand
With the book in my hand
And truth on my side

Accusations
Lies
Hand me my sentence
I'll show no repentance
I'll suffer with pride

If for honesty
You want apologies
I don't sympathize
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes

Condemnation
Why
Because my duty
Was always to beauty
And that was my crime

Feel elation
High
To know I can trust this
Fix of injustice
Time after time

If you see purity
As immaturity
Well it's no surprise
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes


Lyrics to: Condemnation
Preformed by: Depeche Mode


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Journal Entry
March 20, 2015


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I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

I don’t, I don’t know what I was thinking. No that’s not true. I did. I was thinking stop, stop this madness, end it… but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop it. It was like I was standing out on a stage in front of 500,000 people naked, shaved bare for the entire world to see with my feet in concrete and my hands tied behind my back.

I know they don’t blame me, well most of them don’t blame me… but that doesn’t mean I don’t blame myself. I mean, I should have been stronger than that. I let him in; let him in with open arms because the idea of continuing was just too much. I thought well the world is fucked anyway. I didn’t want to be a part of it. I just, I didn’t care… and I should have.

There are a lot of things in my life that I regret.

Looking back, some stand out more than others… and I’ve been so god damn lucky. No matter what I’ve fucked up, what I’ve done wrong… the people that I cared about most always forgave me. They loved me despite my flaws, my additions, my insecurities. I was the luckiest man on the face of the Earth and, and I never realized exactly how much until after all this.

I’ve done shitty things. I’ve said hurtful words meant to cut, and cut deep. I’ve lied. I’ve cheated. I’ve stolen. I think I’ve broken about every commandment that exists. Not all of them, but a lot of them. Most of them, really. I just, no matter what I’ve done, what I’ve said, I was always forgiven. I was never punished and now…

I wish someone would yell at me.

Hit me.

Beat me.

Scream at me and tell me that all that bloodshed that happened, the bloodshed that WILL happen is all my fault. I know what He says. He says it wasn’t my fault. That it was God’s will. But it wasn’t God that allowed it to happen. A darker entity showed me the door and I held it open.

I held it open and said come on in, there’s room to spare.

And look at what happened.

The worst part was, when it was over… when I could move again, I was just… forgiven. Like she was forgiven. There were no questions. No trials. No anger… well there was anger, but not from Him. Never from him. The fucker just, wrapped me in his arms and said welcome back. I hate him for that.

I know what she would say. She would smile and take my hand. She would tell me that it’s okay, that she’s here with me and that she loves me no matter what. She would kiss me and her lips would taste like cherries. My love… my life… my world died with them.

I used to pray for a lot of things but now… now I just pray for a way to redeem myself so that I can see them again.


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Spoon/Misty/Rita
Southern Tracks/Bridge
June 3, 2011


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“Fuck!” Spoon yelled, ducking behind a stack of pipes, an array of bullets dancing over the metal on the other side in an oddly melodic sound. “Frankie! Call it in!”

“Trying!” Frankie yelled from where he was crouching behind an abandoned car. “Kenny!”

“Radio’s jammed!” Kenny yelled just before a bullet tore through his face, evaporating it in a shower of blood, bone and teeth. His body fell over backwards, the handheld radio he’d been trying to use scattering over the gravel. Several more bullets tore through the earth, one of them going right through the speaker on it sending out a high pitched squeal before dying.

“Spoon!” Misty cried, ducking around the side of the building, squeezing off another volley of rounds at the two dozen military personal that was pinning them down. “They’re moving around to your left! You need to move! Oscar! Give him cover!”

“Roger that!” Oscar yelled from the building next to where she was hiding, where he was perched in a high window. It was the closest thing to a sniper that they’d been able to manage.

They’d been working on the bridge for the last few days, setting up the ruse that this was the direction that Zeke and the others would be arriving. It had only been after Bridgette had arrived back, pale and carrying Kerri, terrified that she’d ruined their plans that Misty and Dominica had told her the truth. They’d needed Willow to hear that, needed Mark and her to believe that this was the plan because they needed Bathin to believe it and if there had been any doubt, he wouldn’t have gone for it. Bridgette had been understandably pissed off at this little fact, knowing that now Willow and Mark would suffer greatly for knowing false information and trying to hide it from him. It was something that they’d had to do though. This was war after all, and in war, there had to be sacrifices… even if it was sometimes your friends.

In order to keep up the appearance though, to continue to convince him, they’d been working on the bridge. Only Misty and Spoon had known the truth, that there was no real reason for doing this dangerous work. The rest of the volunteers hadn’t been aware of it. The few people that knew the real plan, the better their chances of success.

Twenty minutes ago they had hit, and hit hard taking out over half of their workers in a sudden volley of well placed bullets. It was a blood bath. They’d always been ready for a fight, but with no warning as to when it would happen… well they’d expected casualties. Not in this number though.

Misty laid down some more fire as Spoon turned. His mouth opened to yell at her, seeing the man coming around the back of the building behind her, gun raised, barrel toward her, finger squeezing down on the trigger. Misty’s eyes were locked on the dozen soldiers she was holding down and didn’t see the man. She didn’t see him at all. Her body flung forward, landing hard in the earth as Rita slammed into her as the soldier fired, the bullet slamming into the back of her right shoulder.

Spoon shot off two rounds, taking the guy in the chest and sending him down before running over to them as there was an explosion behind him. He grabbed Rita and Misty’s arms, yanking them back behind the building, Oliver covering him as he did so. He dropped their arms and continued around to the back of the building, taking out a second soldier as he rounded the corner, and clearing out a third. His eyes scanned the rest of the area and seeing nothing, he ran back to Misty and Rita.

“You okay?” Misty asked, helping Rita sit up. “Thanks.”

Rita nodded, her lips drawn together tightly. “Any time,” she groaned, checking the clip in her gun. “We need to get out of here.”

“Frankie,”

“Is dead,” Misty said and the three of them turned to the smoldering remains of Frankie’s hiding place. All that remained of Frankie was his left arm, his hand still clutching his weapon. “RPG, I think. That or a,”

The boom was deafening as a large hole where Oliver had been shooting from suddenly appeared and chunks of siding, brick and insulation rained down on them in a fiery shroud. They heard the grinding sound of a tank on the ground and Spoon grabbed their arms again, pulling them quickly away from the edge of the building seconds before the corner of it exploded as well.

“A fucking TANK!?!” Misty yelled. “Who’s left?”

“I think we’re it!” Spoon replied turning the corner behind the building, weapon raised and ready. Misty pulled Rita’s good arm around her shoulders helping her along. “I think, I think everyone else, I think we’re the last ones.” He squeezed off two more rounds and threw his weapon to the ground. “I’m out.”

“Take mine,” Rita said tossing it to him.

“We need to get to the jeep,” Misty replied. “It’s just around back of that building,” she said nodding to a small nondescript building a few hundred feet from where they were standing. Just on the other side of the tracks. It might as well be a thousand miles away. “God dammit!”

The three of them froze, as the gunfire suddenly ended and silence filled the air.

“What the hell?” Misty asked, passing Rita over to Spoon. “Take her.” She whispered softly, creeping back towards the destroyed edge of the building. She paused at the edge, not wanting to be seen and saw a fragment of a shattered mirror by her right foot. Picking it up by the edge, she eased it around the corner using it to see around it. After watching for a minute she backed away as the tank started to roll again. She tossed the mirror down to the ground and went back to Spoon and Rita.

“What’s going on?” Spoon asked. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” Misty replied “but they’re leaving. A bunch of the soldiers were in a circle, weapons drawn on something and… they’re just… leaving.”

“Leaving?” Spoon asked, passing Rita back over to Misty and grabbing the shard of mirror, going and looking for himself. She was right, he saw as he used the mirror in the same way. For some reason they were pulling out… all of them. If they were there to destroy the bridge, something had happened which had caused a change in plans. He just couldn’t see what that something was. Frowning, he looked back at Frankie’s arm and shook his head. All this just for a simple decoy…

“Let’s give it fifteen minutes,” he said returning to the two women. “We’ll hunker down here and wait before heading to the jeep.”

Misty nodded. “Good idea, you gonna be okay?”

Rita nodded. “As good as I can be.” She replied, her voice tight.

“You have any idea what’s going on?” Misty asked and Rita shook her head.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”


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Dominica/Bridgette/Sam
Resistance HQ – Denny’s on 14th and Grand
June 3, 2011


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“What do you mean, attack?” Bridgette asked, pulling the blanket over Kerri’s sleeping form.

“He’s sending his troops down to the rail yard.” Sam replied. “I just found out.”

“Well we have to do something! Misty,”

“Knew the risks of what she was doing,” Dominica said with a heavy tone. “We all do. Is there anything we can do?”

“Probably not,” Sam replied pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Knowing Tom, he sent them hours ago and this is just a test to see if you go running to them, to see if I’m working with you or not.” He took a sip and sighed. “I wish I could do more.”

“You’re doing plenty,” Dominica replied. “With Bridgette sacrificing her position,”

“Tricked is more like it,” she replied still bitter over it. She liked Willow. Regardless of Willow being Tom’s primary backer in the takeover, she still liked her. She was a good woman and Mark was a good man. To use them like this, to use her in order to use them… it just didn’t sit well with her. Yes, this was war, but they couldn’t stoop to Bathin’s level. They just couldn’t.

“We need to get ready for Ruben’s group.” Dominica replied pulling out a map of the city.

“How can you just… not do anything!” Bridgette said, a little louder than she should have and Kerri shifted in her sleep letting out an unhappy sound. “Misty and Spoon are out there! They could be dead or dying right now!”

“And there’s nothing we can do about that,” Dominica replied. Her hands pressed on the map and she looked at Bridgette. “I know how you feel,”

“You don’t know how I feel,” Bridgette snapped at her furiously. “The one you love isn’t out there being shot at!” She turned, grabbing the gun laying on the counter beside her. “I’m going after them.”

“No you’re not,” Dominica replied. “Bridgette,”

“I am!”

“You can’t! If you go running down there Bathin will know without a doubt that Sam’s working with us. He’s the only contact we have left that’s close to him. Bridgette,”

Sam sighed and set down his cup. “Bridgette, no matter which way we cut this… there’s nothing pretty about what we’re doing. We’ve all had to… do things, that we wouldn’t normally do, sacrifice things that, go against our nature.”

“Like you’ve had to sacrifice anything,” Bridgette snarled at him and then sighed, falling down into a chair knowing that they were right. “I’m sorry I just…” she shook her head. “God will provide,” she said. “I know that’s what you’ll say Dom. If he wants them to live, they will and they’ll come back but… aren’t you ever scared? Aren’t you ever afraid that God will just… give up on us?”

Dominica thought about her answer for a moment before speaking. “I’m scared, I won’t lie and say that I’m not. I’m no military leader. The most organization that I’ve ever done was for Disney. I keep worrying that I’m not the right person, that He picked the wrong person but… I just, I have to have faith that… that we’re doing the right thing.” She twisted her hair up off her neck and pinned it in place. “All we can do is our best, Bridgette.”

“What do we do?” Bridgette asked standing up again and walking over to the table. Every fiber of her being told her to run for the train yard. Dominica and Sam were right though. This was more than about just her and Misty. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to stay true to the cause and just… have faith that everything would work out in the end. Faith, it was almost acidic in her mouth.

“So they’re coming in there?” Sam asked, looking at the map.

“Yeah,” Dominica replied. “They’ll be entering underground and on foot.”

“What about the artillery that they brought with them?” Bridgette asked. “They have to have brought weapons and stuff.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Dominica replied. “I only know what Cat was able to get through to us the other night.” She picked up her pen and circled the map. “They’ll be coming in here. Did you set up the key?”

“Yeah,” Bridgette replied. “I put it under the gray rock with the wonky white cross on it like you told me to.” The key… they stupid key that Misty had swallowed almost a year ago… apparently the man that she’d lifted it from had been a guard at one point and the key, that random key, was going to let the reinforcements into the city. Just that morning Dominica had asked her if she still had it. Misty had looked at her like she was crazy, having almost forgotten about it and then doubly puzzled when she realized that she’d never told Dominica about it.

“So what do we do?” Sam asked, drinking the last of his coffee.

“You need to get back,” Dominica said looking at him. “Before he realizes that you’ve gone missing.” Sam nodded in response. “And Bridgette, we need to get over to the Stop ‘n Drop at Delaware and Maple. That’s where we set up the entrance, behind the garbage dumpster. We meet them there, get them all in, move them here because it’s not that safe on that side of town and then… coordinate. At least… I think.”

“Wait a second,” Bridgette said with a frown.

“What?”

“You said… Ruben’s group… what about Zeke?”


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Ruben/Alex/Johnson/Luna/Cat/Pipe
Sewers on the east side of town
June 3, 2011


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“She said that it should be right here,” Cat said moving over to a pile of rocks just within arm’s reach of the locked gate that they were standing at. “She said a gray rock,”

“This place fucking stinks,” Alex said unhappily, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt.

“I think it’s you dude,” Johnson replied with a smile. “When was the last time you showered?”

“We’re in a sewer!” Alex said defensively and sniffed himself. “Okay well… some of it’s me, but not like you smell like roses either!” None of them did really. There hadn’t been a chance to bathe since leaving Ankeny. There’d been the shower on the bus, but they’d all agreed not to use it. There was only so much water, and not nearly enough to wash everyone clean. What were they going to do? Draw straws?

“Stop bitching,” Cat said smiling as he saw the gray stone with the white cross on it. “This is it.” He picked it up, turning it over in his hand and seeing the key taped to the underside of it. “Thank you Bridgette,” he said pulling it free and dropping the rock. Turning he handed it to Ruben who was standing behind him with John. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Ruben said taking it and passing it over to John. “General,” he said with a smile taking a step back as John went to the heavy gate, inserting the key into the padlock and twisting it open. “Everybody in,” he said as John swung the door open and he stood back letting the volunteers and soldiers line past him waiting for Zeke. “You okay?” He asked, looking at Luna who was standing beside him, holding Pipe’s hand.

Luna nodded. “Yeah, I just… I don’t know,” her hand touched the butt of the gun that she had tucked in the waistband of her pants. She was so used to being afraid, so used to looking over her shoulder and being unprepared. This feeling of… defense and protection was, well, foreign to her. She’d never held a gun a day in her life before this. This wasn’t her. Sometimes it just hit her how much life had changed since the impact. “So this Bathin guy,”

“Bathin knows all,” Pipe said with a smile. “He’s our father.”

“He’s a demon,” Alex said leaning against the other side of the tunnel. It had collapsed in on itself during the earthquakes that had happened after the impact and Dominica’s people had been working tirelessly fortifying it and digging it out just for this purpose. “And we’re gonna send his ass back to Hell where it belongs.” He ignored the disapproving look Pipe gave him. The kid irritated the shit out of him, though he supposed that was more due to his short fuse thanks to lack of sleep than anything else.

“Where’s Zeke?” Ruben asked as the last of their group went through the gate. “Darren?”

“I didn’t see him.” Johnson said from where he’d been standing at the gate counting off people to make sure that everyone that was supposed to be there was. They’d taken three quarters of their forces down into the tunnels, leaving the other fourth above ground with the vehicles and heavy artillery. They’d left them on the south end of town, a few miles away from the train yard out of sight where they were to wait until the attack.

“What’s going on?” John asked coming back. “We need to keep moving.”

“Zeke’s missing,” Ruben said. “I’m going to go and look for him. Maybe he,”

“He’s not here,” Alex said with a sigh.

“What do you mean he’s not here?” Ruben asked. “I just, I just saw him last night when we dropped off the tanks. He said that he was going to talk to John and,” he turned and looked at John who shook his head.

“I’m sorry Ruben,” John said.

“We couldn’t tell you.” Alex replied, taking Ruben’s arm gently.

“Tell me what?” Ruben asked, starting to feel a cold pit in the bottom of his stomach.

“Come on,” Johnson said gently, taking Luna’s hand and leading her and Pipe through the gate. “This might get a little messy.” He still couldn’t get over how much she looked like her. It was like… no, he thought to himself, he needed to stay in the game, stay focused. She needed protection though, he could see that. Whatever she’d gone through since the asteroid had left her scarred and he felt like since he’d failed his fiancée, it was his job to protect and save Luna… and the creepy kid if need be.

“I slipped you a sedative,” Alex said. “In your tea last night, when we dropped off the tanks.” He saw Ruben’s jaw set, his eyes narrow. “Zeke asked me to. I’m serious!” He said raising his hands defensively as Ruben took a step towards him furiously. “I’m not fucking lying man!”

“He’s telling the truth,” Cat replied. “He knew that you’d say no. He couldn’t go if you asked him not to, and he said it was too important.”

“You’re telling me,” Ruben said slowly, his voice trembling with anger “that he’s gone alone… into the city… through the south… where we know… Bathin… is going to send… his troops? That Zeke is going walk in there… alone… with, no weapons…”

“You know my brother,” John replied. “We really need to get going.”

“Look Ruben,” Alex said. “He told me to tell you to have faith. That might not mean shit to me, or even you… but he’s doing what he thinks he needs to in order to make sure that this mission is successful.” He sighed. “He told me to tell you that this is bigger than you and him, and that this was a road that he had to walk alone and that God willing, we’d find each other in the end, but he said that if we don’t each do our part, then we’re doomed to failure.”

“Ruben,” Cat said. “We need to stick to the plan.”

“The plan was to get into the city with Zeke,” Ruben snapped.

“No,” Alex said. “Then plan was to come to Davenport with Zeke. He never said anything about entering the city together. Just, coming here.”


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Willow/Mark/Tom… and of course… Zeke
Tom’s Chambers


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“So this is the glorious, infamous Zeke that I’ve heard SOOOO much about,” Tom crooned at the small man standing in front of hit. Zeke’s hands were resting in front of him, relaxed, the silver cuffs holding his hands together. “Thank you so much sweetheart,” he said skipping over to Willow and grabbing her cheeks, pulling her face towards his and giving her a hard kiss before throwing her backwards into Mark’s arms. “This is just the best present ever!”

Willow pressed herself back against Mark, her body trembling as she tried not to cry. “Come on,” he said pulling her down onto the pillows with him. There wasn’t a reason to stand for this. He adjusted the cuff on her ankle, pulling the chain out from under her that kept her locked in the room. “It’s nto your fault, Willow. You tried, you really tried.” He kissed her forehead as she leaned back against him. Tom had been relentless trying to get the information from her. Morning, noon and night he’d worked on her not allowing her a moment’s peace. He was thankful that Bridgette had taken Kerri with her when she’d fled. God only knew what Bathin would have done to her to get Willow to talk. In the end, in the end he’d torn it from her mind violently.

Mark had seen him fuck with her head before, but not to this extent. The way that she’d just, collapsed onto the floor, like a puppet who’s strings had been cut, blood running from her nose, eyes rolled back into her head… he’d never been so terrified in his life… not even when the asteroid had hit and that was saying something. The two hours that she remained unconscious had been hands down the longest two hours in his life. He’d been so afraid that there’d be permanent damage.

“Why did you come here?” Mark asked. “Why did you come? Alone… with nothing?”

“Because God told him to,” Tom replied in a taunting voice, circling Zeke much like a child might with a shiny new toy uncertain where to begin. Zeke watched him with patient eyes, unafraid. “Zeke’s his little messenger boy, aren’t you Zeke?” He ruffled Zeke’s hair with a unearthly laugh.

“I came because I had to,” Zeke said looking at Mark and Willow. “I had to come to Davenport, but I couldn’t stay with the others.”

“Because I can feel you,” Tom said taking a step back. “As long as you were with them, I knew where they are, but now… now they could be anywhere.” He clucked his tongue thoughtfully. “So where are they?”

“They’re doing what they need to do to ensure that you don’t win here,” Zeke replied.

“And why are you here?” He asked, continuing to walk around Zeke, his dark eyes studying him carefully.

“To save a friend,” Zeke replied, and turned to look at Mark. They understood each other without speaking. They both wanted nothing more than to save Tom, to get rid of the demon that was thriving inside of him. So many other people wanted him dead, but they didn’t… they understood.

Tom laughed. “Save what? This, this shell? Oh you Jesus freaks crack me up.” He slapped his hand on Zeke’s shoulder and reached down, grabbing the metal cuffs and pulling them off Zeke’s wrists, the locks falling open without a key. “Drink?” He asked, tossing the cuffs away and moving to the bar.

“Tea would be nice.” Zeke replied politely and he walked over to Mark and Willow. “It’s going to be okay,” he said touching Willow’s cheek and she gave him a small nod. “You’ve done enough.” His eyes locked with Mark’s silently telling him however that they still had a lot of work to do if they were going to save Tom.

“Oh I’m afraid I don’t have tea,” Tom said pleasantly. “Whiskey?”

“Water is fine,” Zeke said. “Get some rest,” he said to Willow and then he looked at Mark “you’re both going to need it.”

“He won’t have water,” Mark said, running a hand over Willow’s hair. “He has it but he’ll say he won’t. He likes to fuck with your head.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” Tom said turning around, a glass of water in his hand, a broad smile on his face. “Here you go sweetpea. So, where are they coming in from?”

“Why don’t you just, take it out of my mind? You can do that, right?” Zeke asked, taking a sip of water. “I’ve read that you’re quite fond of going into people’s minds.”

“Yes,” Tom replied “that is fun but… I think this will be more fun.” A sick smile crossed his face.

“You can’t, can you?” Mark asked, his brows drawing together. “You can’t get into his head, like you can’t get into mine.”

“Well,” Tom replied tipping back his glass, draining the amber liquid from it “no one’s perfect. No one except the one I answer to.” He scratched his chin looking at Mark and Willow. “He’d like her, a lot. We like fighters with a heart of gold, they’re so… sweet. It’s like… raping a virgin baby every time, and the way she screams in bed…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Mark hissed protectively knowing that he really couldn’t stop Bathin from doing anything he wanted to do. He could manipulate Tom, but only so far… Bathin was the one running the show.

“Careful,” Tom sneered at him “or I might just bend you over the desk again. You do have that sweet, sweet ass Mark.” He threw his glass against the wall where it shattered. “Now, be quiet and let the adults talk.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “This could be fascinating… tempting you.” He ran a hand over Zeke’s cheek gently. “I know that you like this body, we know how you used to touch yourself thinking about it… for such a man of God… you sure wasted a lot of your seed. Still do, shoving it up your lovers ass.”

Zeke took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and gathering himself. “As you said yourself, no one is perfect. No one but God. As me all you want Bathin, I won’t tell you a thing. It’s not you I came here to talk to.”

“So be it,” Bathin replied with a smile. “Let’s see just how much you can take.”
Edited by Cale Raizer, Nov 12 2009, 01:45 AM.
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Mod Note:


As you all know… this is scene nine.

The finale will be scene ten, so the next scene. I know it’s a shorter game than what I usually do, but such is life. Suck it up. :P There will be scene ten and then an epilogue the following week.

What would I like to see other than some killer posting? Mainly… get the two resistance groups together and plan. Ruben, you’re free to go after Zeke if that’s something that you really want to do. Get the Ankeny and Davenport resistance people together and just plan and plot and do your thing. Remember, if you need updates on Bathin and co. you still do have Sam to get information from… just be careful how much you use him. He’s being watched.

And with that being said… that’s pretty much it. I’m getting this posted now because I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to work on this tomorrow so it’s a little rushed. Just remember… I love you all.

Have faith.

I have a plan.

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"I guess not," The priest said, shaking his head, "what is it you want?"

Misty shook her head, disbeleiving. There was no way this guy was a priest. Even if he was, she wasn't sure he'd be adequate for their needs.

"Spoon, can I talk to you for a second?" Misty said, pulling Spoon a few feet away.

"Whats wrong?" Spoon asked, confused.

"Whats wrong? Do I even have to tell you?" Misty said, "You can't be serious, there's no way this guy is going to work!"

"I dunno, he seems like he knows what he's doing," Spoon said.

"What he's doing is giving out absoltions with lap dances," Misty said, "He'd probably give me a ticket to heaven if I sucked him off."

"Might not be a bad idea..." Spoon said, but stopped when he saw the look in Misty's eyes, "Ok, look, I'll admit, he seems a bit...rough, but it's not like we have a whole lot of options here."

"But there has to be someone else," Misty argued, "I mean, look at him!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, sweetcheeks, but it's not like priests are in huge supply around here," Spoon said, "At least this guy is probably an actual priest."

Misty sighed, knowing Spoon was right, "Ok, fine. Lets see what he's got."

They went back to the priest, who was finishing a bottle of Jack Daniels. He bleched as they got close, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "All finished, then?"

"Yes, Father Eric, we are." Spoon said, "And we had a favor we need to ask of you."

"Just Eric, if you please," he said, "And sorry to dissappoint, stud, but I dont offer forgiveness for men. If your pretty thing there wants forgiveness, she knows the price."

"No, Fath-Eric, we're not looking for forgivness," Misty said, "We need something a bit more then that."

Eric snorted, "There's a twist. Most people nowadays just wnat forgiveness for all the evil they've done. I guess the end of the world puts things in perspective for some folks." He sighed, downing another shot, "So, what is it you wanted?"

"An excorcism." Spoon said.

Eric looked at them, then laughed, "Who do you think I am, John fucking Constantine? This is real life, kiddies, not television. Now if you'll excuse me, kiddies, there's a stripper over there whose in need of salvation." He rose up from his chair, but Spoon pushed him back down.

"Please, Eric, we need your help. This is a serious matter!" Spoon said, "We need you!"

"Sorry kids, but I havn't done an excorcism in years, I'd probably just screw up what it was you wanted me to excorsice."

"We can pay!" Misty blurted out, trying the first thing she could think of to get him to cooperate.

Eric bleched, "With what? Money? Maybe a few years ago, that would've worked, but not these days, kid."

"Fine, then she'll give you alapdance." Spoon said, indicating Misty.

"What? Spoon!"

"While she's naked."

"Done." Eric drained a final shot, slamming the glass down on the counter, "Give me a few minutes to gather my things, and I'll meet you in the courtyard."

"Pleasure doing business with you." Spoon said, dragging a struggling Misty outside.

"I cannot beleive you just promised him that!" Misty said indignantly.

"Hey, it was your idea to pay the guy, not mine." Spoon said defensivly.

"Yea, like maybe pay him in something orther then a lap dance!" Misty shouted, "No I gotta shake my ass for some sixty year old drunk who thinks hes a priest!"

"Hey, would you calm down, at least we got his help!" Spoon said, raising his voice.

"I am NOT going to do that, we are going to march back in there, and force him to....."

"Sssh!" Spoon said, raising afinger to his lips.

"I WILL NOT SHUSH, YOU ASSHOLE!" Misty shouted, but stopped when Spoon placed his hand over her mouth.

"Quiet!" He hissed in her ear, "I thought I heard something." He pointed to the trees, and Misty heard it too, a rustling sound.

Spoon raised his gun, pointing it into the forest, "Whose there?"

The rustling stopped, but Misty knew someone was there, possibly a spy, "Show yourself!" Misty shouted.

"Misty?" A voice, thin and weak, called out.

That voice, "Bridgette?"

"Misty!" and to Misty's great joy, Bridgette came running out of the woods, pale, trembling, with a baby in her arms.

Misty ran to Bridgette, embracing her lover, for the first time in almost a year. Misty was careful not to crush the baby, but it was a close thing.

When they had finally stopped hugging, Misty and Spoon carried an exhausted Bridgette back to her Misty's room, to find out what she was doing, and what was going on.
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Tom, Zeke, Willow, Mark---Let's Get it Started

His eyes narrowed, taking in the scent of his prey before him. Zeke was a prize, and Bathin wanted to gloat awhile. He walked in a slow circle around Zeke, carefully drinking him all in. Every detail, from Zeke’s dark brown eyes to the slant in his upper lip from some congenital lip defect, he noted it all.

“I know why you’re here,” he breathed into Zeke’s ear. “You think God sent you here?” A cruel smile spread across Tom’s face. “You moron.”

“God’s will, it will be done,” Zeke responded, growing more nervous with each of Tom’s predatory circles around his body.

To Zeke’s surprise, Bathin laughed merrily. “Yes, yes, God and His WILL. But what if I were to tell you that it was all a clever ruse?” Bathin leaned in, close enough to kiss Zeke’s lips, had he wanted to. “I brought you here, Zeke. It was ME. I brought you here through Tom. Because I knew you would want to try to save him.” He licked his own lips, and then flicked his tongue over Zeke’s lips as well. “You’re such a boy scout.”

Zeke tried hard to dismiss Bathin’s words from his mind, because if it was true, then he’d led everyone here to slaughter unknowingly. “I don’t believe you,” he said flatly, softly.

“What?” he pranced, mockingly bringin his hand to his mouth in horror. “The Great Believer doesn’t believe??” He slapped Zeke hard across the face, drawing blood with his thumbnail as his drug it across his cheek. “I brought you here. I brought you ALL here. I may not know exactly where your…..congregation… is right now, but that is soon to be remedied.”

Bathin stepped away from Zeke for a moment and locked his gaze on Mark and Willow, who were cowering, huddled together, on their bed of pillows. How pathetic. He smiled at them, sorrowfully, his brows knitted together in deep regret. “One of you is going to die today, I’m afraid.” He paused, thinking to himself. “Know what? I’m going to be nice and let you talk amongst yourselves as to which one of you will save the other’s life by volunteering for the execution.”

“How generous,” Mark said dully, holding Willow even more tightly.

“Your baby is dead,” Bathin responded, snarling. “Bridgette tried to get away with her but she was caught and the baby……” Bathin lifted his lips into a cruel grin. “She tasted so good. So tender and sweet.” He smacked his lips and winked at them tauntingly, singing “I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back….”

“NO!” Willow screamed, leaping to her feet. Mark grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. “He’s lying, Willow.” Mark pressed her to his chest, keeping her close. Keeping her safe. “He’s lying!” But was he? Mark wasn’t sure.

Zeke turned around to address Bathin. “I want to talk to Tom,” he said calmly.

“And I want you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Bathin roared, smacking Zeke so hard that he was lifted off his feet and driven to the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry, Zeke, what a terrible host you must think I am!” He bent over, offering his hand to Zeke. “Let me help you.”

Zeke shook his head. “I know better than to take any of your offers, Bathin.” He got back on his feet slowly, deliberatly, keeping his eyes on Bathin. “Now, I said I wanted to talk to Tom.”

Bathin hissed at Zeke, exposing a forked tongue, and cursed at him in Aramaic.

“I saw that in the Exorcist, wasn’t scary then, either,” Zeke retorted, hoping his voice sounded steady. Inside, he was scared enough to lose control of his bladder any second.

Bathin laughed, a low guttral sound that reverberated in the large room. “Do you like my bedroom, Zeke? It has all the comforts. It has…..all the toys.” Bathin grabbed his crotch and held it, gyrating seductively. “Do you want this body?” he teased. “I know you do. I can see the bulge in your pants.”

To Zeke’s horror, he felt his pants grow tight. What the fuck? Bathin sauntered over to Zeke, licking his ear, breathing heavy into it, and touching his hard crotch against Zeke’s ass. “You want this, don’t you?” he said, sounding like Zeke remembered Tom sounding when they first met. Zeke closed his eyes. This wasn’t Tom, and the erection Tom was sporting was not voluntary.

“What I want is to talk to Tom,” Zeke repeated.

“You’re like a fucking broken record!” Bathin hissed, slamming his fist into Zeke’s back, driving him back to the floor. “Tom isn’t in right now, would you like to leave a message?”

Zeke raised his voice, increasing the volume but not the intensity of the tone. “Let me talk to Tom. In the name of God, I order you to let me see him!”

Bathin chuckled and kicked Zeke in the crotch. “Now who sounds like The Exorcist?” He knelt beside Zeke, who nursed his swelling balls. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked innocently, full of false regret. He pulled Zeke up by the hair, some of it tearing off into his fist as Bathin raised him clean off the ground. “I’d hate to think I’d hurt you in any way…..”

He glanced over to Mark and Willow, and suddenly set Zeke down. “You know what, Zeke? Maybe I have a better idea. I’m just gonna go on over there to Mark and Willow and beat the shit out of them until you talk. Until you spill your guts about where your people are. And if they die, I guess it’s all God’s will, isn’t it?” Bathin bared his teeth into a gleeful, maniacal grin as he pranced his way across the room.
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Spoon, Misty, Rita - Down We Go


*FLASHBACK*

Spoon stood before the group of men, now armed to the teeth with rifles, pistols, and even a few grenades. Their faces were dimly lit by the waning fire. They looked like real soldiers. God's chosen people going into battle for good. Tomorrow was the day.

Spoon knew better. They didn't have a chance in Hell. These men, who he had prepared, and trained, and told that everything was going to change. Well, he was right. But not for them. Tomorrow, they would fight, and they would likely all die. They were not the ones God had chosen. Merely the ones he had sent to help.

Frankie stepped closer to Spoon and whispered. "I think they're waiting for a speech or something."

Spoon turned to his old comrade. "I'm not one for fancy talk, Frank." Truthfully, Spoon knew that he could get these men riled up proper if he wanted to. But he wasn't sure if he had it in him to lie anymore. He didn't want to keep telling them how great and glorious it was going to be, knowing that they had zero chance of victory. As much as it pained him to encourage dead men, he knew he had to. "I'll do my best."

Frankie smiled and stepped away falling in line with the other men, who held their guns close to their bodies, trigger fingers ready, hearts full of piss and vinegar. Each of them ready to have a go at the demon that had been holding them down.

"I know you're all itching to get some killing done," Spoon began, pausing to allow the cheers from his men. "Easy. Easy now. One more night. One more night, and you will have your revenge. We will march across the city, and we will clear a bloody path straight outta Davenport, and through that path, our friends will come ready to topple this evil fucking empire. Sound good?"

There were various roars and and hollers from the crowd. Each of them ready to die just for their chance. Not one of them knowing it was a certainty.

And Spoon fought back tears. He clenched his fists, and thought of Domenica. Her face in his mind calmed his nerves, and he sighed. He really wanted to see her right now, though he knew it probably wasn't a good idea the night before the attack. He'd probably end up making a fool of himself. No. Not tonight. Maybe after, when everything was okay again. If everything was okay again. But it had to be. Tomorrow had to work. People had to die. He had to live.

Suddenly, Spoon thought of Marie, for the first time in what felt like ages. And he stopped fighting the tears.

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*PRESENT*

"Spoon?" Misty said, her voice snapping him out of his memory.

"Yeah, Sorry. Just thinking."

"Well, that's great that you're thinking, but we need to take a look at Rita."

Spoon lifted himself from the side of the building and walked over to the other side of Misty, where Rita was laying. She had torn the sleeve from Frankie's arm and was trying to use it to contain the bleeding from her wound. "Well," Spoon said, lightly lifting her by the shoulder. "Looks like the bullet came right out, clean. It's a tight hole, but we gotta stop the bleeding if we're gonna move."

"Okay, how?" Misty said. She noticed Spoon's face go a bit red. "What is it?"

Spoon stumbled over the next few words that he wished he didn't have to say. "Um, do you either of you have anything with you?"

"Any what?" Rita asked, confused. She pressed the sleeve tighter against the exit wound and winced.

"Um, any....feminine products?"

Misty and Rita both looked speechless. Finally Rita spoke. "Are you serious?"

"Look, do either of you have a tampon?"

Misty gave a look of concern for Spoon's sanity and reached into her back pocket. "Call me paranoid, but I grab one before I go anywhere." She handed it to Spoon, still wondering what the hell he was thinking."

"Okay, Rita." Spoon helped Rita sit up, and gave her his knee to lean against. "I'm gonna push this into the hole, and when it absorbs the blood, it'll expand, and hopefully that will stop the bleeding." he stopped for a moment, and silently chuckled to himself at the irony of the statement. "Okay?"

"If you're serious, um, sure," Rita said. "Just be careful, it hurts like hell."

"I know. You can trust me."

After a lot of groans, spurts of blood, and cursing on his part, Spoon managed to set the item in place in the hole. Remarkably, he was surprised to see it actually seemed to work. It corked the wound, and the bleeding soon stopped. "Jesus. Worked better than I thought."

Misty inspected the impromptu field dressing and nodded. "You ever actually done that before?"

"Honestly, no. I read about it online. Truth be told, I'm surprised it worked at all."

Rita smiled, and gave her hand to Spoon to help her stand up. It felt weird having the thing stuffed into her shoulder like that. But if it worked, she couldn't complain.

"What now?" Misty said.

"Are Zeke and his group in the city now?" Rita said.

Spoon checked his watch. "They should be, by now."

"Then we have to get to them." Rita motioned for Spoon to wrap the severed sleeve around her shoulder to keep everything in place. He did, and she continued. "So, how can we get to them?"

Spoon looked around the ground, until his eyes fixed on a manhole about twenty feet away. "You're not gonna like this."

"We have to get to them," Misty said.

"Right then," Spoon said. "Hang on." He took his pistol from the back of his jeans and walked over to the edge of the building. It wasn't even loaded anymore, but it gave him better peace of mind. He glanced carefully around the side of the building, but couldn't see a man in sight. "I think we're okay. Give me a minute to get the cover off.

After searching the jeep for a crowbar, and struggling with the old, rusted manhole cover, Spoon finally pried it off. "My ladies," he announced with a mock formal voice. "The Kingdom of Heaven awaits."

Two minutes later, Spoon was helping Rita down the ladder, Misty at the bottom guiding them down. All of them in the tunnel now, they walked off in search of their friends, and hopefully some better news.



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Rubén/Darren/Luna/Alex/Cat/Spoon/Misty – Sewers of Dreams

To say that Rubén was pissed would be an understatement, everyone he trusted and cared about betrayed him. They were all in on it, the tea; Alex making sure he drank it all, Zeke kissing him before leaving to meet with John; giving him a strange little look and then his soft crooked smile as he walked off. The others, they all just aloud this to happen, most of them didn’t believe Zeke when he ‘talked crazy’ as some of them would say, but he did, he believed in everything Zeke said and did; trusting him, loving him. He watched the others move through the sewers, he never thought in a million years he would be here and when he did think of it, he pictured Zeke with him, but that wasn’t the case for the first time in almost a year he was alone without his compass, his North and all he wanted to do was beat someone or something; to lash out.

“Hey you alright?” Alex said looking at Rubén recognizing the look in Rubén that he had over the last ten months. Rubén’s eyes narrowed, “If anything happens to him; anything. You die are we clear?” Alex's mouth fell open but he said nothing, from anyone else he would have scoffed it off, but he knew that look he knew it too well it was like he was looking in a mirror. Cat looked over, “Dude it wasn’t just him.” Rubén looked at Cat, “No it wasn’t, but he knows what this is like, he did this to get back at me for Domenica, its always been about her, always, never what was good for everyone else.” He looked at Alex, “did you even try to stop him or did you just nod your head knowing full well that this would hurt me and more then likely kill him. Give me a little taste of what it’s like? What you’ve gone through, like I didn’t know already?”

“That’s not fair, you know…” Alex started to say and Rubén was on him, they splashed into the muck, Rubén on top of Alex, he had no idea how angry he was or how badly he hurt Alex until Cat and Darren pulled him off of Alex and John was helping up Alex who was nursing a cut lip, “Rubén that’s enough.” John said glaring at him this wasn’t helping any of them. “You’re his fucking brother and you aloud this…you fucking jackass. You sent him off, the most peace loving person left on this rock and you sent him off to who knows what. The Devil open arms, what do you think they are going to do back chocolate chip cookies? You fucking no good Jar-Head.” If it wasn’t for Darren and Cat Rubén would have gone after John too. Luna was holding Pipe back, he was watching grinning very happy to see the ciaos.

“If you can’t cool your shit down Rubén, we’re going to tie your ass up and collect you when this is all sorted.” Darren said holding Rubén tight as he struggled, “I’m the Head of the fucking Council, you do that…” John looked at him his voice calm but his eyes serious deadly serious, “you may be the head of the council but I’m in charge of this mission, Sir, and don’t you forget it and don’t forget he’s my brother, nothing I’ve done has been easy, nothing.” John said turning from Ruben and looking at Alex, “Medic. Check him out. You alright Alex?” Alex nodded, “He’s right you know…I knew this would hurt him.” John looked at him his look softening slightly, “We all did and it was Zeke’s call, even Zeke knew Rubén would be hurt, but it is what it is, we have a job to do.”

John turned and looked at Rubén, “you planning on kicking all our asses Rubén, because we each had a part in this, even you.”

Rubén shrugged off both Darren and Cat trying to gain a little control, “Anything happens to him, anything.” Darren looked at him, “you’ll have to stand in line, cause there’ll be a lot of other people after us, if something happens to him.”

Pipe laughed, “Bathin, the lord, will swim in his blood. Lord of Ciaos…” He giggled. Luna held him tight as they all looked at him. Rubén looked at the little boy and frowned, this was wrong on so many levels and he marched off.

Rubén stopped and looked at Luna, “I know you don’t trust me, I have no idea what happen to you, but ask yourself would the good guys allow a child to be used like this?” Rubén said passing her and the little boy.

They walked in silence, if it wasn’t for Zeke’s voice in his head telling him to have faith, to trust him, he would have left them and gone off to find him, but that wasn’t his fight, his fight was here with these people, his friends, the word tasted bitter, but they were his friends and he would forgive them and he hoped they would forgive him. ‘Zeke why did you have to do this.’ He questioned in his mind. The voice responded, ‘it was always going to be this way, God vs. Devil, it was the only way it could be.’

He dreamed of it, they all had, they were the pawns; the bit players, well not the bit players, but compared to Zeke and Bathin they were all expendable, it was how it was meant to be and he knew it, they all did. He only hopped Zeke knew how proud he was of him and how much he loved him, he was taking a stand and fighting for them all and they would win, good had to win. Rubén twisted his wedding band around his finger remembering the day Zeke slipped it on his finger, standing there smiling looking at him, it was the happiest day of his life. He looked over at the little boy, who smiled at him his eyes burning into him.

They had walked in the muck for what seemed like hours, it wasn’t of course but it felt that way. When they finally stopped for a rest Rubén could hear the others off behind him he wasn’t really paying too much attention he was having trouble focusing his mind was else where; worrying about his Zeke. “I didn’t really mean to hurt you.” He heard Alex say from behind him, he was holding out a water, “It’s not a beer, but.” Rubén looked at the water and then too Alex, his face was patched up for the most part. He thought for a moment about shoving the bottle of water up Alex’s ass, but that wouldn’t get them anywhere and he knew it.

“Did you try to stop him?” Rubén asked still not taking the water offered to him.

“Would it have made a difference if I had?” Alex said cracking the bottle open and forcing Rubén to take it. Rubén relented, “I guess not.” The scar on Alex’s face always reminded him of what choice he made, waiting not going after them sooner, allowing all this to play out, the scar on his handsome face taunted him. Rubén had fleeting thoughts of Alex when they first met, he was attractive and if he and Zeke hadn’t met what would have happened if he met Alex, would there have been anything there not that it mattered it was one of many random thoughts Rubén had, especially seeing how dedicated Alex had been to Domenica over these months.

“I hated you for months never thinking I could forgive you and now I’m sitting here and last night I had a make a choice just like you did back then and I think I understood at that moment how hard it had to be for you.” Alex said his voice soft and kind, it was rare for him to talk like this, “I just hope you don’t hold the kind of grudge I hold, because that would really suck.”

Rubén looked at him he wanted to hate him, he wanted to beat him, he wanted to rip his heart out, he wanted so much at this moment but the words that came from his mouth didn’t match the voices in his head, “the worse part is I knew this was coming.” Rubén looked around, “well not this exactly, but I knew that it would boil down to Zeke on his own, I tried so hard to protect him and now, there is nothing I can do.” He took a sip of the water, his nose had gotten used the stench of the sewer, which didn’t sit well in his mind.

“All we can do is do our jobs. Zeke knows what he’s doing, I have faith in him.” Alex said looking back at the others, there looked to be a commotion, “Something’s up.” Alex said as he and Rubén looked over at the others before they could reacted, there were guns drawn and one shot fired before they knew who was there. Rubén quickly moved over to the group to see Spoon, Misty and another woman there. Rubén saw Misty and ran over to her, hugging her tightly not wanting to let her go, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you alive…the night you left…God in heaven you’re alive. Misty…god Misty.” He said hugging her and looking at her, had it been almost a year, she looked battle worn and tired. “It took your sorry ass long enough to find us, what couldn’t you find the right shoes?” Misty said hugging him back, she had missed him, all the anger at them not coming sooner faded at least for now, “It was my hair; I couldn’t get it just right.” Rubén said laughing glad to see her, “We need to get to the others.” Spoon said looking at the group.

“Bathin’s forces started to retreat.” Rita said looking at them, “It’s been about an hour sense they killed just about everyone all our group dead, but us.” Darren saw the bullet wound in her arm, “Medic check her out.” He called and someone came over and started looking at Rita’s arm, “This is…” Misty started to say and Rubén finished her sentence. “Rita”, Rubén said looking at her and she frowned, “Do I know you?” She said looking at him a little uneasy, she knew these were the good guys but would they treat her as well as Dom had, would they understand as the medic worked on her wound; he shook his head, “No but you’re on one of Zeke’s lists, you’re one of the last names.” She frowned, “Zeke had me on a list?” Everyone, who knew Zeke, looked at her and at once they said, “It’s better not to ask.”

“Wait you said they retreated?” Cat said looking around at the group. Spoon nodded, “They had us all but beat and they turned tail and left, like they had somewhere else to be.” Pipe laughed gleefully. “Shh, Pipe…please.” Luna said looking at the little boy then looking at Rubén she didn’t trust him, but finding out that he was gay and with Zeke put the fears to rest of him rapping her, but still where they the good guys?

“They have Zeke.” Rita said, not sure how she knew it but she did. The other looked at her, “We have to get back to Domenica and the rest.”
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“They have Zeke.” Rita said, not sure how she knew it, but she did. The others looked at her, “We have to get back to Domenica and the rest.”

Spoon thought back to the way the soldiers had all turned and drew their weapons, and then just marched away. Zeke. That crazy son of a bitch got himself caught.

Ruben nodded, and turned to Spoon. "Can you lead us there from down here?"

"No problem. But the route's not gonna be as lovely as this place." Spoon sniffed deeply. It smelled like hell down there. "Now how the fuck did they get Zeke?"

Ruben looked solemnly toward Alex who shied away from his gaze. "He left on his own. He had to."

"Then fuck going back to headquarters. We gotta go get him back." Spoon turned ready to change course toward the other end of the city.

"No!" Ruben said, louder than he meant to. "No. He left because he didn't want us to follow him. We'll get him eventually, but not now."

None of this felt right to Spoon. He had faith in Zeke. He always had. But this sounded insane. He had willingly just put himself in the most dangerous place in the world. But, of course, Zeke was the one with the direct line to God. Not just hazy voices and broken radio messages. He had to be left to it. "Fine. Fine," he said, hanging his head. He sighed and turned down the rigt tunnel. "We can get back to headquarters through this way."

"Uh, sir?" a man said from behind Rita.

"What is it, medic?" John replied.

"Um, there's something in the wound. It looks like...Tampax."

Spoon spun to face the man. "It fucking worked didn't it? Can we move on; I'm getting sick of saying the word."

Rita looked at Spoon and smiled. He tried his best to contain his hormones. Even in the god damn sewer, he had a one track mind.

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The group had been walking for about ten minutes. It was slow going with so many people, and the uncertain ground wasn't doing them any favours. Spoon was out front leading the way to Domenica, and the rest of the resistance. Ruben was beside him, with John behind. Spoon noticed Alex keeping his distance from Ruben. He could feel the tension in the air, and wanted to do something to stay it for a while.

Spoon crept a little closer to Ruben and whispered. "Hey, man. I know I've been gone for a while, but uh," he cast an eye behind to the young girl, and the small boy bringing up the rear. He pointed a thumb at Pipe, and Ruben followed his gaze. "What the fuck is that?"

"Luna's new pet. One of Bathin's...toys, I guess."

Spoon smiled at the girl, and she gave him a scornful look. The small boy seemed to hiss at him, and the girl tried to settle him down. "That little...thing came from Bathin? Why the hell is he with you?"

"Honestly, I have no idea anymore. He's batshit crazy." Ruben looked at his friend who he hadn't seen for a almost two months now. He smiled faintly. "It's good that you made it, Spoon."

Spoon looked back at him with mock offense. "What? Didn't think I could last this long? I grew up in inner-city Chi-Town. I can handle Davenport, Iowa." The pair laughed. It was a good moment of levity. "We're close now. We can go topside pretty soon. Bathin doesn't have eyes out here as far as I can tell." He looked to see Ruben not paying attention. His head hung low, and his eyes were miles away. "You're thinking about Zeke."

"I can't help it. I just wish he'd told me."

"And you would've stopped him."

Ruben nodded. "I guess."

"Well, that's not part of God's plan."

"Listen to you talking about the plan. I thought you didn't believe all this churchy nonsense."

"I didn't. Not until I had a direct conversation with a higher power over a broken radio that played worn out grunge tunes."

Ruben was wide-eyed. "What?"

"I'll tell you when we get there," Spoon said looking up a ladder to a manhole. "Here. We can go up this one."

"Alright," John said, bringing the group to a halt. "We're going topside. Everyone's gotta stay close, be quick, and be quiet. Wait here while Me, Rube, and Spoon check it out."

Spoon looked down the tunnel at the crowd that was following them. Each of them chosen. They were all here for a reason, maybe even the little demon at the back. They had prepared for almost a year, waiting for these next few moments when all things would come to a head. And here he was, right smack in the middle of it.

He hoped they were ready.

"Okay," he said, shaking the doubt from his mind. "Who wants out of this shit first?"
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“What do you mean you don’t know? I thought you and he were linked or some shit like that.” Bridgette said with a frown everything was happening so fast now. Kerri was safe for the time being well hidden and well cared for. Sam headed back to Bathin the hope being that he would not have been missed, it was a risk, but he was willing take it; like they all were. She looked around the Stop ‘n Drop, it was quiet, too quiet it was like all of Bathins people were drawn back to him, not in hiding but not out in force like they should be. Delaware and Maple was normally a skirmishing point for the rebellion and Bathin but now, it was quiet with only rebellion members in the area to secure it, or make it as secure as it could be, if it wasn’t for the broken windows and burned out cars it would almost look normal. Bridgett looked around meeting eyes with several members of their team, they were all quiet except for Domenica who clicked her nails peeking out the window to make sure it was still clear then spoke. “I don’t know. I just know that Zeke won’t be with Rubén or the others, he’s somewhere else.” She stopped there, she had a feeling she knew where he was and she didn’t want to say it, not for fear of the others hearing but for the fear she felt in her soul for him.

“Then where is he?” Bridgette said checking her gun sounding more demanding then Domenica thought she had meant to. This whole thing was incredible, so many things had changed and all these changes made her nervous. She wasn’t happy with having to leave Willow and Mark, that was something that still bothered her and now the news about Zeke it just remember her of the loss of two of her friends.

Domenica looked at her with a frown. Bridgette needed to know, keeping more secrets from her wasn’t going to help things, she was still upset at her and Rita for tricking her, “I think he went to Bathin, or at least that’s the feeling I get.” Domenica turned from Bridgette as she said the final words, so she didn’t see the fear in her eyes.

“What!?” Bridgette said looking at her seeing her turn away, “We need to go after him. There’s no telling what that demonic fucker is going to do to him.” Domenica’s face didn’t change only the frown got sadder and she looked back at Bridgette, “No, we can’t, he has to do this. It’s all part of it…at least I think. I just don’t know, it’s all cloudy like we’re building up to the end and that end is very fuzzy, there are some many pieces so many things changed nothing is clear anymore.” Domenica said again peeking out the window waiting she knew the others were close.

“You never met Zeke; Bathin will kill him, literally eat him up for dinner.” Bridgette said wanting to vomit, she had last seen Zeke just about a year ago but his kind and gentle nature was something you never forgot; Rubén would have never aloud Zeke to go…she looked at Domenica suddenly very worried, “Did something happen to Rubén? He wouldn’t have aloud this, you should of seen how protective he is of him.” Domenica looked at her of this she was certain, “No. And I have faith that Zeke will be fine, this is how it’s always had to be. I can feel it; it’s supposed to be the two of them; Zeke and Bathin I mean.”

Bridgette frowned looking at her, this was nuts, it all seemed like a dream none of this was real, angles and demons, the end of the old world, the starting of a new one, “I hope you’re right, I really do.”

Domenica nodded, “I do to...” She stopped talking and peeked out the broken window again there was a noise and she knew at once, it was the other team. “it’s them.” She said looking out to get a clearer view. She saw three shadows move quickly then she saw as one of them stepped out checking around to make sure the cost was clear, “Bubbles, you out there? I have your new toys.” Spoon said calling out to Domenica like her he knew she would be there waiting and he knew the codes. Bridgette looked at her, “Bubbles.” Domenica smiled a hint of her old playful self peeking through, “Bubbles was the purple Dragon my Uncle Lee and Aunt Fiona gave me for my birthday when I was a kid…” Bridgette looked at her, “Alright.”

“Rufus, how are Barbie one and Barbie two and all the toy solders?”

Spoon smiled as Rubén and Darren gave him a confused look, Spoon sighed, “it was a stuffed toy my Uncle Kevin and Aunt Val gave me when I was a kid.” He looked over at Domenica and sighed, “The Teddy Bear has gone missing, but I’m sure you know that. As for the others not so good Barbie one is fine but Barbie two is hurt, on the plus side we have other toys now. Oh and The Fuzzy Monkey does the happy dance.”

“Come on.” Domenica said and she got up signaling to the others to stay there as her and Bridgette moved out of the building and approached the others the cost was clear. She saw Spoon standing there with Darren, who she knew right off the bat and another man she didn’t know but yet she felt like she knew; like they’d known each other forever somehow connected. “Domenica, this is Rubén.” Rubén looked at the woman and smiled at her, “Welcome to Davenport Rubén.” Domenica said looking at him, “Glad you could have us.” Rubén said with a hard smile there was an instant understanding between them you could almost feel it.

“We need to get you all out of here, it’s not safe.” Bridgette said smiling at Rubén she could see the worry on his face, “We’ll get him back.” She said hugging him quickly whispering the words into his ear.

Darren looked around this was in par with what they had seen so far, Ankeny even was with all the hardships, was paradise compared to this place, “Alright, we’ll let the others know so we can get out of here, this place gives me the creeps.”
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“That won’t make any difference,” Zeke said as Tom walked towards Mark and Willow. “I won’t tell you anything.”

“Oh you will,” Tom said grabbing Willow and pulling her to her feet, ripping her out of Mark’s arms.

“Tom no!” Mark said standing up and Tom planted a foot in the center of Mark’s chest kicking him back down to the ground hard.

“Stay!” He commanded Mark as though he was a dog. “Oh you’ll talk Zeke my boy. Such a gentle loving soul like yours can’t stand to see innocents suffer.”

“But she’s no innocent,” Zeke said. “Are you?” Willow shook her head in agreement. “That’s why she never tries to escape, why she’s never acted openly against you. Haven’t you realized that Bathin?” Zeke asked, his tone patient. “Even now she’s not fighting you, is she? She’s just standing there in your grasp waiting for the suffering to start.”

His brows drew together as he looked at Willow, the last ten months playing over his head. Zeke was right, never once had she really faught him. She might had fought against the pain, tried to get away from it, but she’d never actually fought him. With a frustrated snarl he whipped her across the room violently. She tried to keep her feet but ended up slamming into the foot of the expansive bed he slept in with a hard thump and a grunt. “Fine… Mark fights. We’ll just go there.”

“Tom won’t let you.” Zeke replied.

He laughed violently, the sound ripping through the air. “He won’t let me, you crack me up. You all knowing God folks,” he said grabbing Mark by the hair and pulling him to his feet. “See how you feel when I pull out an eye.” He grinned at Mark, thusting the index finger of his left hand at Mark’s eye. His finger jabbed it roughly but stopped. He frowned and pulled his hand away, trying again. Once again he poked Mark in the eye causing it to water further but he couldn’t push it down hard enough to get behind the eyeball to rip it out.

Mark’s other eye, free of tears, watched him equally surprised. He’d honestly expected to lose an eye. He’d beaten him before, done unspeakable things to him… and the fact that he couldn’t do this now? He looked over at Zeke who was still standing there, patiently watching them.

Tom snarled, releasing Mark and shoving him away roughly. He pounced on Zeke, riding his chest down to the ground and sitting on him, his face inches from Zeke’s. His fingers pulled open his mouth, tilted his head around as he studied it, his eyes glowing yellow. “What are you?” He hissed. “Not human, no human can talk to me like this.” He ripped open the front of Zeke’s shirt, fingers poking at his chest as though looking for something. Flipping Zeke over onto his stomach he ripped the shirt off completely, studying his back. He jammed Zeke’s face down into the carpet, sniffing the back of his neck, pulled at his ears, poked and proded his skin before turning him back over. “What are you?”

“I’m just a man,” Zeke said looking at him. His heart rate had picked up, his skin had flushed but it was clear from his eyes that he wasn’t afraid. If Bathin was going to kill him, so be it. All he could do was his best.

Tom stood up suddenly, stretching and taking a long breath. “Just a man?” The corner of his mouth curled up. “A mere mortal man… such a good soul, a loving soul, a gentle soul… let’s see how much screaming you can take.” Tom pulled off the light jacket that he was wearing. “I might not be able to hurt him, but I can hurt her.”

“Tom, don’t,” Mark said stepping forward.

“SAM!” Tom bellowed. “GET IN HERE!”

“You called,” Sam asked, appearing in the doorway, his gaze faltering when he saw Zeke standing there. “What?”

“Take Mark,” Tom said grabbing Mark by the back of the neck and flinging him at Sam. “The two lovebirds need some time apart.”

“Tom,” Mark said. “You can’t. Willow’s your friend, you care about her.”

He laughed coldly. “Not enough to stop me,” he purred at Mark. “Get him out of here.”

“Where do you want him?” Sam asked.

“Where I can find him when I want him again,” he snarled at Sam, waiving him off. The phone rang on his desk and he turned around answering it, his back to them all. So far he’d had no word that reinforcements had been sent to the south train yard, but he still had people watching. Things were getting far to precarious to be careless and the future wasn’t as clear as it once had been. He’d have to be very, very careful. “Now,” he said cracking his knuckles “for some fun. Let’s just see how much you can take my little messanger.” Bathin said with a grin at Zeke. “Let’s just see.”
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“My legs hurt.” Pipe whined as the remainder of the sewer group waited for the return of Spoon, Johnson, and Ruben. The whole time the little boy wouldn’t stop spluttering in Luna’s ear, with his usual complaints.

“Shh, Pipe. Please hush.” Luna whispered. “Okay?”

“Fine.” Pipe pouted, furiously leaning against the side of the large sewer wall, not minding the smell. Luna couldn’t tell how the little boy didn’t notice it. The putrid stink of the dark green sewer wafted through the air constantly, causing Luna to retch. Not a lot of people seemed to care about it, though. Luna looked over at Alex, Misty, and Cat; they were discussing what to do when they went above ground. Alex seemed to be angry at whatever the others were saying, so no one was paying attention to Luna or Pipe.

The journey through the drainage system was not a pleasant one. There were many other pipes that weaved in and out through the main one, it seemed like a maze of dark, damp passages, with the occasional scream or sound of gunfire from up above. Pipe got tired halfway through and insisted on Luna giving him a piggy-back ride, reluctantly.

“Luna, please, can’t we-“

Pipe’s voice changed track, ominously chilling Luna. The new voice was deep and menacing.

“Luna Payne. You must go down an alternate path. Go back 200 paces and take a left. Then move along that pipe until you find a ladder. Go up, and you’ll be above ground, away from the evil doers, Ruben’s gang of rebels.”

Pipe's mouth was moving, but the voice wasn't his.

“You must obey. Bring the child. Then find me.”

The strange thing was, the voice didn’t completely come from Pipe’s mouth, It was as if the voice was communicating with her telepathically. But whatever the voice was, Luna doubted if it would be smart to disobey. There didn’t seem to be a choice. Luna looked behind her and eyed the narrow opening about 200 yards behind her.

“That must be the passage.” Luna said quietly, as Pipe giggled gleefully and clapped his hands.

No one seemed to be paying any attention to her, but Luna eyed the guns. Wouldn’t the army shoot her if they caught her leaving? They were probably well trained as well, so there isn’t much hoe of surviving if she got seen.

“Do not hesitate. Leave now. But quietly.”

Pipe gave his toothy grin, and gestured forward, and leaped into Luna’s arms.

“Go that way! The lord says so!”

“Are you sure he’s the good guy?” Luna asked in a trembling voice. “I’m sorry, but what everyone else says, he-“

“Don’t listen to em! They lie!” Pipe cheered loudly, and earned several dirty looks from a few of the men.

“Go now.”

Luna sighed, looked behind her, and stalked carefully towards the other tube. The liquid was thick and mushy, and Luna swore she stepped on a gooey slimy thing. Revolting, wasn’t it?

“Hurry!” Pipe urged, but there was no point. The others were too busy planning amongst themselves to notice her departure. The journey was successful so far. They made it to cover. Luna thought it would be a few hours before their absence became known. More than enough time to make it above ground, and join up with Bathin, wherever he’s hiding.

Also, they can finally warn Bathin about what the resistance is planning. Maybe he won’t have to hurt Zeke. But maybe Bathin will anyways. You never know.

But the deity revered by Pipe didn’t seem like a rapist, as of now. That was a definite plus.

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“Oh god.” Luna cried once they were finally out of the sewage system, and into the open air. They were at the north side of town, but the carnage was obvious. There must have been a battle at Davenport. But it was better then Ankeny. It’s better than Harry.

“We made it! Yay!” Pipe cheered, ignoring the fact they were sopping wet with that disgusting liquid down there. The facth that Luna tripped in the tunnel didn’t help much, but the pair was happy to have made it out. Now they can go and find Bathin and tell him everything. Hopefully, though, Zeke will surrender. He had to! Otherwise, there was nothing else but help Bathin kill the others. But, violence was the last thing Luna wanted right now, with Pipe with her. He’s too young to be exposed to all of this.

They decided to walk south to find their master. En route, a wounded man was laying on the ground. He was bleeding horribly at the feet. He was also hoarse from screaming with agony. But something seemed wrong with him…

“Oh, shit. Shit!” Luna wailed, watching him twitch. “He’s got no fucking feet, they’re all smushed on the road, like, his legs, they end around the knee oh fuck”

Midway between his knee and his calf, his leg wasn’t really there. It kind of was, but it was all flattened out and squashed on the ground, with weird tire track design on them. Luna had to stop to puke, but Pipe seemed unconcerned.

“Hello. I’m Pipe!” Pipe said cheerily. “Who you?”

“Oh, fuck! My l-legs, kid, can you help me please, this hurts so fucking much and-“

“Where is Bathin?” Pipe asked.

“He’s that way-“The man said, pointing painfully at a direction. “But, fuck, kill me, please!”

“Yes.” Luna muttered sickly. “Let’s end his pain.”

“Whose side are you on?” Pipe asked, but the man just groaned. “And what happened to you?”

“A fucking tank… I was helping Spoon bui-“

“Whose side are you on?” Pipe asked again, his eyes narrowing in anger.

“The resistance, please kid, kill me, my feet, oh-“

“No thank you. We’re with Bathin.” Pipe said happily. “Have a nice day!” The little boy watched the man twitching on the ground. Pipe was happy to watch as the man screamed with anguish.

“Pipe, he’s in pain! We have to finish it!”

“He’s an enemy.” Pipe said simply.

“But-“

“Bathin’s calling. Let’s hurry!” Pipe cried, laughing. The boy ran off towards the direction the man pointed at, and beckoned for Luna to follow. Luna looked at the man apologetically and walked slowly up to him.

“I’m sorry mister.” She said, and stomped hard on his skull. Just like that, the man’s head was shattered into a thousand fragments. Luna started to cry. “I’m so sorry!”

Pipe gave her a disapproving look, but he didn’t say anymore about the man. Pipe was eager to be reunited with Bathin, his master. But what kind of child was Pipe, anyways? This was totally unreal, little children aren’t supposed to be like this. Pipe was supposed to be at the very least shocked at the blood, but he just shrugged it off, perhaps even flourished in the suffering of the enemy.

The enemy who had his feet crushed by a battle tank. Bodies littered the ground around them. Luna’s shoe was damp with the blood of the man. It made a weird squishy sound as they walked along the sidewalk.

Up ahead, a group of men were gathered.

“There! It’s our team!” Pipe whispered with mirth. “Bathin’s army!”

Luna looked at them. They didn’t look friendly. They didn’t look nice. They didn’t even look remotely welcoming. Luna’s stomach churned with fear as the battalion marched through the city. They looked evil.

Maybe it was a bad idea leaving Ruben’s gang after all.
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Alex et all - Underground

Alex trotted along behind the others, the sawn-off shotgun jammed into his Saw Browne holster, slung low around his waist; two bandoliers formed an ‘X’ across his torso, carried shotgun shells, the other ammo for the revolver jammed into his waistband; he further modified the holster to carry a knife. “Why do I have an urge to start sing the last song from Sweeney Todd?” Alex asked.

Spoon looked back at Alex, “Rambo singing show tunes? I’d pay good money to see that.”

“Pipe down Spoon.”

“Bad pun bro,” Cat noted.

“What?” Alex paused, “Oh. I didn’t actually mean to make a pun there. I probably should’ve just said ‘shut up’ in retrospect.”

“Yeah,” Cat said, grinning. “Spoon’s got a point though. You do have a definite Rambo look going on man.”

“I was trying for more of a John McClane kinda thing, but hey, Rambo works too I guess.” He sighed and cracked his neck. “So, once we hook up with Dom, what’s the game plan?”

“Domenica and Rita have some plans already, so we’ll deal with it when we get to them,” Rueben said.

“Ah, cloak and dagger, on the down-low huh? Awesome…this is so fuckin’ James Bond!”

Everyone got a chuckle out of that as they moved further through the sewers. They passed a ladder and Johnson looked up at the manhole cover.

“What’s the matter man?” Alex asked. “Captain America want outta the sewers?”

“Kinda. This place fuckin’ stinks. I don’t even wanna think about what the fumes are doing to us.”

“Personally, I’d be a little more concerned about sewer dwellers.”

“Huh?”

“Like I said, I wanna sing Sweeney Todd and that Toby kid hid in the sewers right before he slashes Todd’s throat. Plus there always Morlocks. Of course I’m most concerned about Killer Croc.”

“Geek,” Johnson muttered, shaking his head and trying not to laugh.

“Point being? I mean, c’mon Cap, you’ve known me almost a year now and I almost always refer to you as Captain America and call many of your subordinates Bucky. You’re just now realizing that I’m a geek?”

“No, I’m just finally pointing it out is all.”

Alex nodded the noticed something moving down one of the offshoot tunnels. He quickly pulled out the sawn-off shotgun and kept it at hip level, pointing down the tunnel. “Who’s there?”

The others saw Alex and readied their weapons as well. Johnson brought his M5 Carbine to eye level. “Show yourself!”

A few minutes later, a cat trotted out of the tunnel and meowed at them. The group lowered their weapons and Alex approached the cat, crouching to scratch its ears. “Jesus, this thing looks just like Hermes.”

“Who?”

“My cat from before this all went down,” Alex said, stroking the cat as it turned and headed back the way it came. The group stood and soon came to a junction with a ladder. There was a small arrow carved deep into the cement pipe wall.

“We’re here,” Spoon said. “This is the rendezvous point.”

The others nodded and dropped back into the tunnel, while Rueben and Spoon climbed the ladder and emerged in the streets of Davenport. Alex and the others hunkered down for the wait and the cat returned, threading between Alex’s legs.
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Darren reopened the manhole, cringing as the horrid smell refilled his nostriles. It reminded him of how bad he smelled himself.

"About damned time!" Alex said as he began climbing the ladder into the fresh air. He took a long wiff and exhaled, enjoying the slightly grit tinted fresh air.

Darren grabbed Cat's hand and helped him up over the side of the manhole as he lost his footing and almost fell.

"Thanks man." He said with a smile as he stood up and brushed himself off.

Johnson watched as everyone began climbed out, taking count of each person as they crawled out. Ruben approached the manhole as the last soldier climbed up.

"Come on. Weir going now." Ruben said.

Darren looked down the dark sewers expectantly, then shook his head.

"Son of a bitch. Hold on." He said as he took a deep breath and plunged into the dark sewer. His boots splashed old shit water to the bottom of his pants, as the familiar smell of aged sewage smacked him in the face.

"What's wrong?" Ruben called down.

Darren looked around the tunnel as he unslung his M16.

"Someone's missing." He replied.

"What? Who?" Ruben said.

"Luna." He said continuing his scan of the sewers seeing nothing. "This doesn't feel right at all."

"She'll be fine." Ruben said, "We need to leave now."

"You honestly think that?" Darren asked.

Ruben paused, not saying the real answer.

"Right." Darren said, chambering the M16, "I'm going to back track and see what I can find."

"Are you serious? There's a war coming, in case you forgot." Ruben said, wanting to climb down there and drag him topside.

"I haven't forgot. I'm bringing her back though, and alive. I'm not letting Bathin or Tom or what ever this asshole's name is get to her. I'll meet up with you guys by tomorrow."

"You're out of your mind, Darren. Just come back up." Ruben said.

"No can do sir." Darren said.

"It's going to be hard enough for us to fight this war. We all need you to fight it with us." Ruben said.

"I don't think this is my war to fight Ruben. I think you guys may have different paths than I do." He called up.

"You sound like Zeke right now." Ruben said.

"Maybe." Darren said trailing off, "Tell the others that I'll be back, alright?"

"You Army guys are impossible." Ruben said.

"Something we excel at." Darren responded. "I'll be seeing you later Ruben."

"I hope so Darren." He said.

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Darren stepped carefully through the thick sewage water, rifle at ready, preparing himself for anything that could be thrown at him. He felt a presence in the sewers, something he couldn't explain. It felt cold and evil, and it put chills on the back of his neck. He felt like he was being observed, that every move he made was predetermined.

He stopped and examined a path that lead to the left of him. Upon close examination, he noticed that the water rippled slightly on his flashlight's beam. Ahead of him, the continuing path's water did not ripple. Someone must have made that left recently. When Darren turned and started walking, his flashlight's bulb began to flicker.

"No, no..." He said as he tapped the side of it quickly. The bulb shorted out, and he was left in the complete darkness. "Fucker." He said as he reached into his vest pocket and grabbed a survival glow stick, opened it from it's packaging, and cracked it in half, making it erupt in a brilliant bright green light. It illuminated the narrow walls green and lit a path about a yard in front of him.

He slung his M16 over his back and unholstered his sidearm, a Sig Sauer P226, and resumed advancing through the sewers. Shortly afterwards, he heard a splash in the water from a unknown direction. Darren jumped and tightened his grip on his sidearm. He took a deep breath and continued on.

There was a few more splashes, sounding much like running.

"Who's there?" Darren barked out.

There was complete silence. All he heard was the echo of his own voice, and the sound of his inner conscience screaming at him to turn around and rejoin the others.

"Who's there?" A female voice mocked. Darren stepped back, aiming his gun spastically around as he tried to find the source of the voice.

"Come out!" He yelled, trying desperately to maintain some of his composure.

"Come out!" The voice mocked again, then followed up with a giggle.

Darren continued walking foward, eyeing the walls and ceiling carefully as he did.

"She's dead, you know." The female voice said.

"Fuck off." He said. The woman giggled again.

Darren fumbled with his vest and pulled out a flare. He activated it and tossed it foward, sending it several yards before it rolled on the ground, illuminating a red light ahead of him. He saw that the tunnel ended shortly, and a ladder on the right that lead up to dry land.

"Aw, leaving so soon?" The woman said.

He ignored the voice and continued towards the ladder visible through the red flare. Then, the flare was hoisted up and thrown back toward him. He watched as the flare rolled slowly and touched his foot.

"Fucking bitch." He said as the flare died out. He quickened his pace as he moved foward, gun at ready. When he reached the ladder, he quickly grabbed the rungs and began climbing. On the fifth rung, he felt a hand clasp on his leg.

"Fuck!" He called out as the hand pulled him down and he crashed back onto the sewer floor. Darren scrambled to get on his feet but was tackled back down. The glow stick flew out of his hand and landed into the water, and it's light severly dimmed down. He could feel the figure ontop of him. He could feel it's evil presence on him.

Darren reached into his vest and retrieved another flare and activated it, seeing the charred, disorted face of a woman staring back at him.

The woman started laughing as she rose a rusty knife over her head and stabbed downward. Darren grabbed her arm desperately with his free hand and pushed the light end of the flare onto her arm. She howled out in pain and let go of the knife. Darren threw the woman off of him and he stood up, pointing the flare around. She was gone.

He picked up his sidearm from the ground and aimed around, expecting her to pop out at any moment. He breathed heavily, unsure where she could have gone. All he could think about was the feeling of that rusty blade slicing into him.

He felt himself suddenly be thrown against the opposite wall, and he crashed violently against the cement. Then the flare was tossed away where he dropped it while being thrown. Looking around, Darren noticed that the glow stick illuminated the water. In the illuminated water was the feet of his attacker. Darren fired three shots in that same direction and immediatly heard a heavy splash in the water. He crawled over to his glow stick and stood up, aiming at the body of his attacker. He scored one shot to the chest and one in her shoulder.

Darren sighed as he holstered his sidearm and advanced to the ladder and began climbing again, expecting to once again be pulled down. He wasn't though, and made it to the top and slowly lifted the man hole's cover. He peeked his head out, then seeing nothing, climbed up onto dry land. He closed up the hole and stood up, unslinging his rifle.

"Ok, now where the fuck do I go?" He mumbled as he looked around in the open area he was left in.
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Sam, Zeke, Bathin--Stations

Things were coming together nicely. His minions brought him word (telepathically, mind you. If there was one thing Bathin loved, it was reading minds) that the Congregation (as he had come to think of them) were on their way. One of them was wounded and traveling alone, an Army man too stupid or too arrogant to realize that he was committing suicide by doing so. And his pet, his dear dear pet Pipe, was bringing him a new toy. Bathin grinned, a wolfish leer that made Zeke shudder.
And there was Zeke. Bathin had intended to use Zeke to draw the Congregation out into the open, but he no longer thought that would be necessary. No, they were coming here on their own. What they intended to do once they got here, Bathin couldn’t fathom. There was no way to destroy him. Abso-fucking-lutely. NO. WAY. A shrewd chortle escaped his lips and he turned back to Zeke. The sap was leaning over Willow now, trying to staunch the flow of blood from the gashes Bathin had put there.

“I’m sure she appreciates you helping her now, after I’ve beat the shit out of her on account of your buttoned lip,” he sneered. “Too little, too late, Zekey-boy.”
Zeke closed his eyes against Bathin’s words as he dabbed his shirt at one of the cuts oozing at Willow’s hairline. Sometimes, it really sucked being him. He had wanted to squeal, he had wanted to shout from the rooftops, anything to get Bathin to stop his tirade on Willow. But he couldn’t. Too many other lives depended on his silence. He hoped that she understood that. He hoped with all his might that she did.

“You haven’t gained a thing by doing this to her,” Zeke said, barely masking the emotion in his voice.

“Gonna cry, Zekey-boy?” Bathin mocked.

Zeke swallowed the lump rising in his throat and his lips tightened into a grim line. He had to try again. For Tom’s sake.

“Tom, I know you’re in there. You can fight him. I know you can,” Zeke said earnestly. He turned his attention away from Willow, whose wounds he could do nothing more about. He just hoped that what he’d been able to do would be enough. Zeke stood now and faced Bathin, who had used and abused his friend for far too long.

Bathin roared in a mixture of rage and laughter, and then raised a warning finger at Zeke. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Tom’s not in very good shape, and he doesn’t have the strength to do what you’re asking him to.”

Zeke snorted. “I’m sure you’re very concerned.”

“Oh, no, not concerned at all,” Bathin said casually, a thick undercurrent of an inhuman voice was now noticeable beneath Tom’s voice as he spoke.

The air became noticeably heavier, and Zeke thought he could smell sulphur. And rotting flesh. The smell grew and permeated the air until it was eye-watering, and Zeke unconciously put his arm over his nose and mouth. Multipe welts and slashes started popping up all over Tom’s body. “Keep talking to Tom,” he hissed, “and we’ll see what happens.”

“Why are you so afraid to let me talk to him?” Zeke asked. “I mean, if you’re so powerful, why is it such a big deal to let Tom come to the surface for a few minutes?”

Bathin lashed out in a snarl of rage and grabbed Zeke by the shirt, lifting him into the air and then flinging him across the room. Zeke slammed against the opposite wall and fell to the floor, seeing stars and nearly passing out. With a strength he didn’t know he had, Zeke fought off unconsciousness, and then slowly stood.

“Impressive,” Bathin said, sounding as though nothing could have impressed him less. “God certainly knows how to pick them,” he commented, examining his nails and then smiling. “But then, so do I.” His eyes flicked up to glance at Zeke, and the eyes were not human. “Tom is mine. I own him. He obeys ME, not YOU. Stupid fucker.”

“We’ll just see…”

Bathin cut him off suddenly. “You know what?” he flashed a brilliant grin and clapped his hands together. “I just thought of a SUPER idea. I know you don’t think much of me, Zeke, but I’m nothing if not hospitable. I think we ought to make the Congregation feel at home when they get here, don’t you? I should welcome them to me with a gift.”

Zeke didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t know what Bathin had in mind, but whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

“Sam!” Bathin yelled.

Sam entered the room and winced when he saw Willow’s unconcious form huddled like a pile of rags on the floor. He was surprised to see Zeke relatively unharmed, save a cut on his cheek and a few bruises. Maybe Zeke had some sort of power, after all. “Yes, Sir, what do you need?”

“Let’s bring Zeke down to my….workshop. I want him to see what I’ve made for him,” Bathin licked his lips in anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” Sam said, knowing his role and playing it out. He knew better than to ask any questions. He took a set of cuffs from his belt, as was the standard protocol in situations like this, and began to put them on Zeke’s wrists, giving him a look that said he was sorry.

“It’s ok, Sam.”

“It’s ok, Sam,” Bathin parroted in a mocking tone. “Don’t talk to him, you pathetic God-boy. Or is that ‘Jesus-freak’? I never know with you types.”

Sam led Zeke down to Bathin’s “workshop”, with Bathin trailing not far behind. Bathin’s mood seemed to have lifted, and he hummed tonelessly as they marched down the gloomy hallway.

“Bring her to me, Pipe, as we discussed,” he muttered under his breath, talking to no one. “To my room, of course. Use the spare shackle. Never mind the other one there. Leave her be.”

Sam had seen Bathin talk like this, to apparently no one, many times before. Some of the things Bathin had said, Sam had brought to Domenica, hoping she could make sense of it. But not things like this. Things that barely made sense. Sometimes Sam wondered if Bathin talked to this “pipe” person just to fuck with his head. Probably. It was Bathin’s sick kind of humor to do something like that.

Finally, they entered Bathin’s workshop. Sam just about shat himself with horror when he saw what Bathin had made. A giant wooden cross was laid out on the floor—large enough to hold a man. Good God, Sam thought. Dear God.

“Do you like it?” Bathin grinned, clapping his hands together once in glee. “I made it myself, just for you and your friends, Zeke!” He turned to them, eyes dancing joyfully, tongue lolling from his mouth. “I figured that I ought to make sure your friends could find you easily when they got here, and in a form they’d recognize you in.” He touched Zeke’s cheek, and it burned. “Jesus will be so proud that you’re taking one for the team, Zekey-boy. And he’ll be ESPECIALLY proud that you’re trying to emulate him so perfectly.”

“Sam,” Bathin said sardonically, “bring me my hammer and spikes.” He gazed expectantly at Zeke as Sam reluctantly handed him a large mallet and some very large nails—like he had said—more like spikes. “Well?” he raised his eyebrow at Zeke, waiting.

Sighing, Zeke climbed onto the cross and spread his arms out. There was no point in struggling. He knew that Bathin was stronger than he was, physcially. He just hoped that his friends came in time. “I’m sorry, Ruben,” he thought, as a single tear dropped from his eye.

“Do you want to do the honors, or shall I?” Bathin screeched happily, addressing Sam. Before he could answer, Bathin spoke again. “I know! I know! I’ll hammer this side in, and you hammer that one!” He tossed Sam a spare hammer and and one of the spikes, and held the pointed end of his spike in the center of Zeke’s hand, dimpling the flesh there. Sam, feeling sick, did the same on his side.

“Ready……set….GO!” Bathin yelled and gleefully hammered the nail through Zeke’s right hand. “C’mon, Sam, you weren’t even trying!”

Fresh tears sprang from Zeke’s eyes and the cords stood out on his neck, but he didn’t scream. He knew all was lost if he screamed. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he did. He felt it. Sam finished pounding the nail on his side, then turned and abruptly puked. This was sick. This was wrong. He couldn’t believe he was participating in something this vile. God help me, he thought.

“Oh, poor Sam and his weak old man’s tum-tum”, Bathin cooed. “Don’t worry, my friend, I’ll do his feet. Just like Jesus. Two feet, one nail.” He propped Zeke’s now bare feet onto the small ledge towards the base of the cross and set one on top of the other. “Here’s to you, God-boy!” he shouted merrily, driving the final spike through both of Zeke’s feet in one mighty blow.

Bathin stood back, hands on hips, to admire his handiwork. Zeke lay splayed on the cross, looking very Jesus-like indeed. He had been stripped down to only his white underwear, and his pale skin, marred with bruises and scrapes, appeared luminous against the dark wood of the cross. Rivulets of bright red blood dripped to the floor from his wounds.

“You look great, Zeke. Very Christ-like,” Bathin said, winking at Sam like he’d told a very clever joke. Sam smiled weakly, trying to hold down the remains of whatever was left in his stomach.

As if on cue, a group of burly men entered and hoisted the cross, Zeke attached, over their shoulders and marched out of the room. Apparently, Bathin had given them their orders telepathically. Bathin called out after them. “Make sure he’s dead center where we talked about. I want to make sure the whole fucking town can see him from where he’ll hang.”

“Yes, Sir!” one of the men grunted respectfully, before they were gone from sight.

“Oh, Sam, isn’t it wonderful?” Bathin exclaimed with an overly dramatic flair. He smiled for a moment longer, then his face fell and he glowered at Sam, his face dark and menacing. His demon eyes flashed wickedly. “Now……I just have to figure out what to do with YOU, my little traitor….”
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Misty watched the cat thread between Alex's legs, bursting with impatience.

She hated waiting. In combat, she had been scared out of her mind, terrified of being killed, watching everyone else around her dying, but at least she had been active.

Now, though, she was jittery, and kept having to refrain herself from getting up, and running the length and breadth of the sewers. It was probably her adrenaline wearing off, Misty thought. It should blow over in a few minutes.

"Stinks down here." Cat said, "Feels like I'm gonna puke."

Misty recognized Cat, having listened to his station all the time with Bridgette. He was a nice guy, always helpful. She had been said when he'd told her that all of Area 5 was now dead, which included some of the people on Zekes list. It had seemed like 100 years since she and Bridgette had set out from Ankeny to bring them back.

She sighed, leaning her head back. She shifted her gun into a more comfortable position. She had never fired a gun before in her life, but now, today, it was very likely she had killed someone.

She felt disturbed by the fact that she didn't even know what the gun was called. Spoon had just handed it to her, and asked if she knew which end was the dangerous one.

Well, she thought, thats what happened in war. She didn't want to be a part of it, but she really had no option.

The cat mewled, the sound echoing around the dank sewers. Alex reached down to pet it, and the cat rubbed itself against his leg.

She sighed, rocking her knees back and forth. Waiting sucked.

She briefyl thought of the priest she and Spoon had found back at the hideout, and how he was doing. Eric had said he was going to practise, but more then likely he had crawled into the nearest bottle and lived in it. Misty hadn't had much faith in the man anyways, but it still would have been nice to see if her plan had had any merit.

The key was another story. She had been thrilled to learn the key she had hidden so long ago finally had a use.

The manhole re-opened suddenly, and they all looked up to see Darren's grimacing face peering down at them.

"About damn time!" Alex griped, as he started to climb the ladder. Cat was next, and then Misty allowed herself to be pulled out. She took great breaths of the fresh air, thankful to be out of the stinking sewers.

"Son of a bitch," Darren said, loking into the gloom, "Hold on."

Misty looked, wondering what the matter was. Then she noticed as Darren said it.

"Luna's missing," Darren said, unslinging his rifle.

Darren lowered himself into the manhole, talking about how he was going to look for Luna. Personally, Misty felt it was a lost cause. She didn't really know Luna that well, the girl had pretty much kept to herself and that creepy ass kid.

Misty didn't want to abandon anyone, but she felt sure the kid-Pipe- had led her back to Bathin. Which, Misty realized, wasn't a good thing. If Pipe told Bathin they were coming....

Ruben came back to the rest of them, "We gotta get moving, get to safety."

"what about Luna and the grunt?" Cat asked, "Shouldn't we wait for them?"

Misty shook her head, answering for Ruben, "We can't afford to. The longer we wait, the more time Bathin has to re-organize."

Ruben nodded, "Besides, he's got Zeke, and Lord knows what hes doing to him." he sighed, "Darren is a trained soldier, he can handle himself."

The group nodded, but Misty could read the anger and frustrations on their faces as well. They would need everyone they could get, and they just lost one of their best soldiers because of some nutball kid.

Misty offered a silent prayer for Darren and Luna, before hefting her rifle, and moving out. They didn't go far, but the silence made Misty uneasy, like any minute a sniper's bullet would tear through her head, spattering the ground with her blood and brain tissue....

"Bet your looking forward to seeing Bridgette again," Alex teased, "It's been awhile, huh?"

"Ten months, only to be seprated again, "Misty grinned, "but at least Dom will be there."

Alex blushed, and Misty chuckled. She didn't know the details, but she had heard rumors-mostly from Cat- about Alex and Dom being an item.

Misty saw he was carrying the cat he had found in the sewers. "Why did you keep him?" Misty asked, "you don't know what kind of diseases its got."

"He seems to be fine to me," Alex said, "in fact...."

"Here," Ruben said, opening a door that led into a convienience store. They hurried inside, Misty glad to be back indoors. Damn nerves....

"Misty!" Bridgette called, "You ok?"

"I'm fine, babe," Misty said, offering up a jittery grin, embracing her lover, "How are things on the home front?"

"Bad," Bridgette said, "we've lost so many, and Zeke is..."

"I know," Misty said, lowering her voice, looking at Ruben. She knew he mustbe feeling awful about it, like she had felt for the ten months Bridgette had been stuck in with Bathin.

"Where's Darren?" rita asked, looking around.

"In the sewers. One of our group went missing, so he went to go look for her." Ruben said.

Rita nodded, "I see." She looked around the group, "I recommend we don't stay here. Our position might be compromised."

"There's an old church not far from here, or at least the ruins of one," John said, "we can head there."

"Good idea," Dom said, "Lets get moving." Dom took a moment while everyone slung their packs and guns to leave a coded message to Darren, explaining where they had gone, in case he came back.

The church wasn't far down, like John had said, and it was desserted. They all piled in, closing the heavy wooden doors behind them. The church was in relatively good condition, a few holes in the roof, and part of the far wall knocked down, but it was otherwise intact.

Misty didn't know if the legends od demons being unable to enter holy ground were true or not, but even so, this place seemed better then a lot of other places they had chosen to hide.

For the moment, at least, they were safe.


OOC: i moved everyone to the church, to help organize things. i dont know if its just me, but i was having trouble determining where everyone was and what they were doing, so for clarities sake, we are all now in one location, with the exception of Bathin, Willow, Mark, Zeke, and Sam, who are at Rita's old base, and Luna, Pipe, and Darren, who are in the sewers doing their thing.
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Zeke - Nailed


Zeke’s head turned and he looked over at his right hand, flexing his fingers slightly just checking to make sure that they still worked, followed by the left. As far as he could tell there wasn’t any permanent damage, but there was no knowing for sure really, not at this point. At least he could still move his fingers. That was saying something.

His hands as well as his feet were burning, the pain radiating up his limbs. He was doing his best to block it out, but there wasn’t much he could do. Every time he so much as breathed it hurt more and more.

In all honesty, he hadn’t expected his meeting with Bathin to go well, but he hadn’t expected this. Okay, he thought, this formally sucked. He’d considered a lot of things that might have happened to him, but this hadn’t even made the list.

Gritting his teeth against the sheer agony of it he pulled hesitantly at the giant nail in his right hand. It was like hot fire stabbing him up the arm and he couldn’t help the gasp of pain that came from his lips. He kept trying to pull, work the nail free of the wood but it was in there too far for him to do anything good. No matter what he did, he couldn’t move it even a millimeter and he couldn’t bring himself to pull hard enough to actually fip his hands free. Besides, if he did that his feet were still pinned so he’d probably just end up falling forward and shredding them.

He knew what this was, a ploy to drive Ruben and Dominica and the rest of them out. A plot that he tried to tell himself wouldn’t work, but he had his doubts. Maybe Dominica, she heard The Word… she might be able to close her eyes and find strength in knowing that not helping him was the right thing. Ruben on the other hand, Ruben loved him. Ruben wanted to protect him… and he was deathly afraid that Ruben would come to his rescue.

He couldn’t let that happen, he just couldn’t.

Zeke told himself to have faith. He told himself that this was all a part of God’s plan… but for the first time in his life he was finding it rather difficult and he couldn’t help but laugh when that old saying What Would Jesus Do? popped into his head. The guard who was standing several feet away turned and frowned up at him as Zeke continued to laugh. It was more than a chuckle that came from him, more than a giggle, and soon it was a deep, hearty laughter that caused tears to stream from his eyes.

“You think this is funny?” The guard asked, walking over to him and slinging his rifle of his shoulder. “You’re on a fucking cross dude. He’s going to kill your friends.”

“That’s not what I’m laughing at,” Zeke said, the laughter tapering off. “I just, it’s nothing.” He said. “I can’t explain it.” He looked back over at his left hand and winced, pulling at gently.

“That really hurts, huh?” The guard asked, though not in a taunting way. It was a honest question.

“You could say that,” Zeke replied looking back at him. “What’s your name?”

“Dane,” the man said. “How deep are they in there?”

“I’m not sure,” Zeke replied. “Far enough that I can’t move them,” he said giving up and relaxing his arms. It was a fruitless struggle, but after a few seconds of sitting there and doing nothing, he started to try again. Fat drops of blood dripped down the palms of his hands and down into the sandy earth that the cross was imbedded it.

It was a test, he told himself, a test of faith. Bathin was testing his faith in God, trying to get him to forsake him, to turn on him… to join his side. Or at least that’s what he told himself to keep himself sane and together.

Zeke closed his eyes, resting his head back against the smooth, dark wood. He could hear Dane below him, moving in the sand and he heard the snap of metal and something digging down into the ground. With a frown, he opened his eyes to see a small ladder standing there, and Dane resting the top end against the side of the cross. The man looked around for a moment before climbing the ladder and pulling his canteen from his belt, opening it and bringing it to Zeke’s lips.

“It’s just water,” Dane said. “You need to keep hydrated.”

Zeke’s lips opened and he let Dane pour water down his throat. He swallowed it gratefully, mouthful after mouthful until Dane took back the canteen and put it back to his belt. “Thank you,” he said giving him an appreciative look.

“Not all of us agree with him,” Dane said. “There’s not a lot of us, but there’s a few. We thought, we thought that he would change things for the better but,”

“The best intentions of mice and men,” Zeke replied with a tired smile and he watched Dane climb back down the ladder, putting it away and kicking away the evidence in the sand. This was a good man, Zeke could see that in his eyes and there was no underestimating the power of a good man.

Feeling his faith slightly restored he closed his eyes again, resting and having faith that in the end, this was all going to backfire in Bathin’s face.
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