Mission of the Heart and Fire
Chapter 1- On the Road
Jezzmine Harte awoke to the sun shining brilliantly through her window. "Dammit…..I knew I should have put drapes on those windows." She stretches and slowly gets up out of the bed. Making her way through the small room, she heads towards the shower. Why the hell do I always wake up with a fucking head ache every morning? Images from the night before raided her mind; flames and a roaring engine. Screams from the souls of the corrupt. An evil cackling laugh that filled her ears with pain and recollection. I need a new job… She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower; thankful that the hot water had relieved some of the tension in her shoulders. She pulled on a tank and a pair of faded jeans before moving to a laptop and turning it on. While the machine started up, Jezzmine walked into the kitchen and made some coffee. Pouring it into a mug, she took a gulp of the steaming black liquid and walked back to the laptop. She checked her e-mail and then turned the machine off, closing it up and pushing it to the side in favor of a newspaper. The main article read:
Latest on Motorcycle Madman
Believed to be a rogue from out of town, the Madman, as he has been dubbed, left yet another blazing trail for us to follow. The 15 foot stretch of burnt asphalt was discovered at 1 am this morning by a pair of neighborhood teens. Consistent with the tire treads found earlier last week and the previous weeks, it has been conceived that the Madman made yet another ride last night. Although no witnesses have come forward, leads have been called in and followed in an effort to capture this cyclist.
After looking at the picture, she laughed. The people of this town believed their "Madman" to be just that, a man who had lost his ever loving mind. Wouldn't they be surprised to find out it was actually a demon hell bent on ridding this world of corrupt souls?
I don't see why you laugh, Jezzmine. Your job is no laughing matter. Or have you forgotten the last time you allowed yourself to feel anything but obligation to your job?
"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive my laughing. I just found it quite humorous that they believe me to be a man…you have a new mission for me?"
Yes, that is quite humorous. Albeit, yes I do have your new mission. I made a contract sometime ago with a young carnival stuntman, named Johnny Blaze. It is time for him to fulfill his contract and become one of my riders. Find him, Jezzmine and train him. Go to the area that was once known as the Bad Lands and train him there……he may just serve as your new partner if he is a fast enough learner.
"Yes sir. Where might I find this Blaze character?"
Texas. He is something of a daredevil they say……I've been his…biggest fan since he was eighteen. That is your mission, Jezzmine. But, there is one other thing. You are not to get any closer to him than you are to do, understand? In simple terms, you are not to fall in love with him.
She nodded, although the clause in her mission made no sense to her. When had she ever allowed something as foolhardy as love get in the way of her missions? "Yes, sir. I understand. I shall head out at once and find this Johnny Blaze." There was no answer, save for the silence of her apartment. She sighed and grabbed an empty book bag; shoving random clothes into it and then pulling on her boots and jacket. Turning off all of the lights, she goes to the door and leaves; not sparing the apartment any final look. Zipping up her jacket, she descends the stairs to the road and makes her way towards her bike. Slinging on her back pack, Jezzmine starts the engine and takes off down the highway. At about five in the evening, she makes a stop at a rundown bar/hotel complex. Parking her bike in an empty space, she enters the bar and takes a seat in a back booth. The bar keep takes her order and then moves back to the bar, allowing her time to take in the place. As her eyes roam around the run down place, a shiver trickles its way down her back. "Black Heart" A tall man in a black duster makes his way lazily over to where see sits. "Ah, so good to see you again Jezz. Did Father send you out on another one of his stupid missions? Why wont you join me? I wouldn't waste your talent by making you run errands." His cold hand caressed her cheek and she flinched away from him. "Why don't you go back to Daddy in Hell, Black Heart? I'm sure he misses you." Her eyes flamed red and he laughed. "If that's how you're going to be every time I ask you to leave him, then I really should quit asking. Well, farewell Jezz. Can't say it was a pleasure." With one final smirk, he turned and left in a swish of black material, allowing Jezz to relax her tens shoulders. I honestly cannot stand that bastard… too damn full of himself. Once she was sure that he had left, she pulled out a map and glanced it over to make sure she was on course. During her studies, the bar keep brought her the drink she had ordered, and she gulped down the cold beer in one swallow. Folding the map again, she placed it back in her bag and left a five on the worn table. Exiting as quickly as she could, she pulled out of the bar's parking lot and hit the road again. A pair of gleaming red eyes watch as she disappears and then the black figure moves back into the bar. As Jezz storms down the dusty highway, screams echo through the night.
End Chapter One