Nica's Story 3 - The Call of Damballa
Prologue
As the car raced smoothly along the horizon, a vulture circled overhead, sensing the impending possibility of its next meal. The sunlight bouncing from the gleaming black bodywork of the Lexus as it turned off the main road, down the sandy dirt track and into the unknown. She didn't know what was happening, but she wasn't scared. The things she'd seen and experienced had made things like this seem pretty normal. Who were these guys? What did they want? Was it money? She could give them money. But nothing had been said, she'd just been thrown in the trunk, isolated as the car slipped into gear and started on this monumental trek. She felt safe in the knowledge that whoever was driving had no idea who they were really fucking with, otherwise why would they have done this? Yes, she had a feeling they were going to feel pretty sorry when they found out exactly what she was capable of. How she had found a way to survive, time and time again these last few years. Death held no secrets for her, nor fears either. The car had gotten bumpy this last few minutes, so she figured that they were now headed off road, the black emptiness of the trunk her only companion as the rear suspension of the extremely large car jostled with the road and bounced up and down making her bang her head on the interior of the rather spacious trunk. She'd felt around for something, anything she could use to beat them off with once they let her out, but she found nothing. It was completely empty. Suddenly she was thrown up against the rear seats as the car skidded to a halt abruptly.
"Jesus!" She whispered to herself, rubbing her head.
The next thing she heard was the sound of car doors both opening and closing as her captors left their seats and took a casual stroll to the rear of the car. She could hear voices, slightly muffled, but she could hear enough to make out the words clearly enough.
"Is this it?" One of them asked.
"Looks like it. Everything's in place." The other replied. "Get her out. We must finish this!"
As he finished talking she heard footsteps approaching the car, quickly followed by the sound of the key being inserted into the lock. A click, followed by the blinding rays of sunlight as the trunk of the car was slowly opened. She put her hands up, shielding her eyes as they adapted to the sudden influx of light, then heard a voice. It sounded professional, business like, and stern.
"Get out. It is time!"