Finn Wins
by Benji The Vampire Confuser
John Johnson's Spade was created by, who else, John Johnson. All characters and sundries are his creations and no infringement upon such is intended.
Finn stepped out of the abandoned hospital, his mind a whirl of conflicting memories. There was someone he hated. Hated enough that he'd done...something. But the memory of just who that was, and why he hated him was fading quickly.
Instead, there was the memory of having a nice little tussle with a Harbinger, before throwing it through a window into an overgrown courtyard. And impaling it on the broken flagpole below of course. Why would such a battle leave him so confused? He'd taken worse knocks on the head during his battle with Lucifer.
Of course he wasn't as young as he'd been then.
Outside, his newly formed band of allies stood waiting for him. Leena of course was the first to approach, followed closely by Noelle. Ah, his beautiful wife, and his young protege, he reminded himself. And why did he need reminding?
Vorigan looked at him questioningly. It was hard to tell what with the mask he always wore, but Finn had known him long enough to be able to pick up body language and read his eyes. He gave the man a nod. Mission accomplished. As if there had been any doubt.
"You okay?" Noelle asked. This might be old hat to him, but she was quite new to this world saving business.
He didn't get a chance to answer right away, because Leena caught him in a crushing embrace. "I hate it when you run off on your own like that." she said. Not so much because she worried, more because she hated being left out. They were a very good team when it came to raining mayhem down on the bad guys. "I love you Finn."
Vorigan rolled his eyes and walked off to make another sweep of the area. There was a lot of destiny here to draw Harbingers.
Corvin hung up her cell phone. "Bram wants us to meet him in a town called Nilbog." she said.
Atop the roof of the building, Wesley looked down at the group.
"The Harbinger didn't kill him." Zayne noted, standing beside, and a little behind him.
"Really?" Wesley asked him sarcastically. "I didn't notice." He shook his head resignedly. "Doesn't matter. We'll just have to try something else. Fucker's gonna die, one way or the other."
The End