Chapter 4: Betrayal

Their journey back has been quiet, too quiet. Not a single attempt by the cultists to stop them or even attempted to ambush them and retrieve the book and its content. For Logan and Angie, it was a welcoming change of pace, for once, they're not being chased by gun toting maniacs, and so they made their way back Martin's camp without further incidents or trouble. Considering the fact that night has fallen and they need shelter fast, both Logan and Angie felt that there was something going aloof that they did not see, but they couldn't quite put their fingers on it.

Logan for one was perplexed extremely by multiple things, and events that were all happening. He's already known to be easily confused, but now seeing Angie, usually his reason, and the individual he follows for reason, was now confused as well got him a massive sense of worry. The men dressed in red, the mysterious jackal who could use some sort of what Logan assumed voodoo, or witchcraft to cast spells, and now the fact Angie had seen Logan's robotic powers, or at least some of them. A Lot of what he was thinking of was her thoughts on his mechanization, and his abnormality.

Once they've returned to Lycopolis and back to their hotel room, Angie fell down on her bed exhaustively with the book of prophecy and its pages in hand, she began to put the pages back to their torned roots to make the book's content readable for the first time. "Logan, back there I shot the guys 3 times and one of the gunmen shot him into his side but he doesn't seem to be affected by the wounds at all. What do you think of that?" She asked him and turned to face him expectantly and hopeful that he could at least shed some light on the mystery.

Unfortunately for her Logan shook his head. "I-I don't know. I stabbed him. With my laser things. He still didn't go down. Not until I had to beat him down. And I've never done that before! Never!" Logan looked a bit shaken. He had combat training, and fight knowledge, but he'd expected it to be used more swiftly, and less brutish. Fighting the mystery jackal felt almost overpowering to him. He didn't like the power. It made him feel dangerous. Like a thug almost. The same people he swore to stop being an officer. He sighed processing, and slumped down on the. "Well. Whoever he was brought out the worst in me that's for sure. I don't use those claws all the time for a very good reason." He commented on himself.

Angie hummed and slumped her head down a bit feeling rather uneasy by the thought of who the jackal might be. She began to open up on her thought about it. "You know he doesn't look like a normal jackal at all. In fact, he was sporting an all black fur, and there's no jackals in the world has that fur pattern." She then showed Logan some of the depictions of Anubis that they have seen for comparison, from a statue of him reclining on a pedestal to a grand statue inside the temple in the city where he is depicted standing on two legs. "I'm starting to think that this maybe Anubis, the very jackal god of the Dead." She concluded.

Logan when blank for a moment. The thought of him beating down an undead god made him both feel powerful and yet nervous. "O-oh... And I just kicked the guy's… The uh… God's ass in hand to hand combat…." Logan now more more nervous made a high pit fake laugh. "Boy. I'm really hoping he doesn't use his divine power to track me down and smite me. Oh God I'm a dead mammal." Logan's face then made a more nervous expression. He was beginning to realize that if that was Anubis then it would explain the dead face he always had. Even when furious.

True enough to his words, Anubis was not far behind them, by now he was on the streets of the city, walking under the cloak of a beggar, with his scepter morphed into a wooden cane and his form seems to hunch over.

He walked along the streets holding an empty rusted cup of coffee in his left hand. He lurched his head up a bit and saw the hotel they were staying in as he came closer towards it, but he was not the only one who was coming towards the hotel, as some black armored van were seen driving towards the hotel on the road, none of them have license plates and Anubis could sense calculating, unchecked evil and greed coming from the lead vehicle.

He quickly ditched his disguise inside an alleyway and threw off the hood, as he was passing over an old beggar with a cup of coffee like his own, Anubis tossed into the cup a slew of gold coins, earning the praises of the elderly he held up his fez hat and spoke a soft "Allahu Akhbar" to Anubis. The jackal promptly held up his right hand as a gesture of blessing to the old beggar. "Qad tubarik." He said before moving on.

Logan still in the room with Angie was too nervous to talk to her now. He eats as long as they were both slumped a bit in a sad way. He grabbed the remote and channel surfed in a rapid manner showing his nervousness. Mainly for criticisms on his robotic body, but now the fact he was having trouble coping. "You know. I should be taking this well. I mean i'm made of alien technology now, and Alfred is an alien as well." Logan's expression went blank again, but he looked at the TV screen not at all in a good state of mind. "So then why am I about to piss myself over a supposed god?" Logan hunched over a mess.

"I don't know Logan, but I think it's because the situation is testing my own sanity, just as much as yours." She then heard a knocking on the door and would then went out to open it and see who could that be. But once she opened the door an army of cultists grabbed her by her neck and tied her up before storming into the room to seize Logan as well. Following them closely was none other than Martin Hornskilt, he enters the room with two heavily armed bisons flanking him to protect him from harm.

Logan looked dazed, and confused. He didn't know what else to expect, but he looked at Hornskilt with an angered looked. "WHAT THE HELL!? I thought- Are you- Who- WHAT IS GOING ON?" Logan growled feeling helpless, and confused. He squirmed his shoulders up and down trying to untie himself. His tried to use his laser claws, but to no avail either. His wrists being bound didn't allow any free hand movement. He looked at Hornskilt dead in his eyes with that angered look again. "What the fuck man!? What are you doing?!" Logan questioned.

"Surprise motherfuckers. You helped me with my search a lot easier than I thought. I mean to think that you can outrun Anubis's grasps is amazing to say the least." The goat rubbed his hooves together as his minions put Angie and Logan on bed with each other, tied up and held at gunpoint. "Now than I think that both of you have a lot of questions in your tiny little minds right?" He cackles a bit before going back to exposition mode. "Me, working for them? Logan I've always been in their pocket since I started my career. And Angie? She was simply a convenient tool to make my job a lot easier. It's not personal, it's just business." He smugly boasted as he began to pop his bordeaux bottle in the hotel room. "Jealous? Of course not. Youngsters like you wouldn't find enjoyment in alcohol." He proudly boasted. Feeling disgusted by the betrayal, Angie spat out at him.

"So what exactly do you want with the book? I suppose that you want to find something of great value in this land and plunder its tomb." Martin chuckled, impressed by Angie's deduction, her skill has proven her to be his greatest apprentice yet.

"Clever girl Angela. What I am looking for, is an object of unfathomable value. The key to eternal life." Seemingly unimpressed by his motive, Logan shook his head around, tired and bored of Martin's rant of his scheme.

"Yeah, yeah. We get the picture. You want to obtain the secret recipe to eternal life so you can be youthful forever and dodge your ugly wrinkles. We got it." Angie giggled at Logan's snarky comment, only to be met with an angry Hornskilt throwing tantrums to protect his fragile ego.

"Be quiet!" He slammed his hoof on the table.

"Now then, where was I? Oh of course, I almost forgot about my friends here, how rude of me. We are the Brotherhood of Apep. Loyal followers and faithful's of Apep. Our mission is to bring down the complacency and arrogant treachery of the old gods and bring the world to the fold of Apep." Neither Logan nor Angie was convinced of Martin's words, for them, gods don't exist other than a figment of one's imagination and expectation of their faith, and Hornskilt was certainly a mad cultists figure hell bent on world domination to please his God-Complex. If the temper tantrum and smug face can be taken as indications.

Logan shook his head, and groaned. "Okay we get it. The ego driven, and intellectual bad guy won. He got the book, and we're tied up…" Logan closed his eyes tightly while not knowing what to expect from his snark again. After he closed his eyes he squirmed around once again."What the Hell? I can beat Anubis down, but I can't break Freaking ropes?" Logan looked to Angie to see if she had any ideas. To him she was the brains while he was more of the brawn.

Angie shook her head as she saw no way of untying herself even when she tries moving her hands around to break the rope and with the cultists so close to them, it was impossible to slip out of her binding up scathed. However, help was on its way. Standing on a roof across the streets was Anubis, he stood up right with his bow and arrow ready he took aim at one of the cultist. In his mouth, he was chanting a spell that slowly loosen them up from the rope's grip, the binding on Logan was falling off slowly but he could feel his arms free to move about again.

Logan looking at the guns of the cultist felt the effects. He squirm again, and felt himself suddenly loose. He whispered a confused "What the Hell" to himself, and nudged Angie not knowing what to expect next. He looked over at the guards ready to drive his burning hot laser claws into their chests.

But at that moment, an arrow struck the back of one gunmen next to Angie, causing him to fall down the floor. The hotel was quickly attacked by an army of armed populace rushing at the cultists like a storm of locusts slashing its way through their lines. The fighting was a savage affair of close quarter combat, hand-to-hand, melee struggle with only the finest warrior can live through.

Inside the hotel's room, Logan would see that their bindings have fallen off letting them free once again. It was his opportunity to strike back without hesitation at the captors.

Logan nearly roared out as he sprung from the bed. His attacker suddenly were in shock that the mad wolf somehow had laser protruding from his wrists. Before they could fire he sliced their weapons clean in half leaving a glowing hot molten orange color where he struck. After this he struck two of them in the chest impaling them with his lasers and nearly pinning them to the wall. He then had the laser exit their bodies as he then shivered. "Oh my God I'm a psycho!" Logan pulled out his pistol and death with the other by driving a non lethal shot to their thighs. "Stay down! Now!" Logan commanded.

The cultists likewise heeded his commands and the other dropped their weapons at an instance giving Angie a chance to throw a punch at Martin's face, knocking the goat off of his feet falling over himself, while Logan kept the guards down she grabbed the Book from Martin's hooves and began to run out. "I got the book, let's go!" Angie cried out, the both of them ran as fast as they can out of the room and through the hail of fire and chaos.

Once outside, some lone cultists attempted to stop them by cornering them into one place, only for them to be greeted by Logan's pistol shots to their hearts, dropping in an instance. "Come on!" He pushed for Angie to run as fast as she could, as they make their way down to the chaotic streets where fighting has erupted into full scale riot, a lion pounced on one of the cultist and stomped his head under the predator's foot, he extends a hand towards them, "Come with us, you will be protected if you come with us." He said with as much conviction he can muster to the two young wolves.

"Where will you take us?" Angie asked with apprehension.

"To the temple on the hill nearby, now come on!" The camel hastens them, and so the two began to run with the camel back to the rally point as the tribal fighters began to retreat from the hotel, the streets were now battlegrounds with Cultists clashing with Anubis's followers, much to Logan's surprise and possible shock is that how well armed the populace of Lycopolis was, from merchants to shopkeepers, everyone has a weapon. Battle axe, Khopesh, spears, javelin, slingers and more. Crude and archaic weapons used against modern firearms at close quarters and well placed kill boxes. "Stay close and stay low, the engagements here can get pretty hairy sometimes." The lion instructed to Logan and Angie as he began to take point leading them away towards the intersection with a spear in hand.

Logan listened to the lion very carefully. He knew just from seeing ballistics tests how crippling bullets, and weaponry can be on weapons. He kept his stance low, but fast. He didn't know who to trust, but was now looking for anyone now for a friendly hand. All this action however made him forget to cover Angie. Continued with the tactical withdrawal.

But while the tactical withdrawal was being conducted, a lone marksman of the Brotherhood managed to get a shot at Angie. The bullet ruptured through her waist, rippled its way out on her front. This causes her to fall down on the streets coughing some blood, she gurgled up as a cultist truck drove towards them intending to run them over. The lion quickly threw his spear at the truck's grille, much to Logan's amazement, the power of the spear and his throw was so powerful, that it twists the vehicle's engine block and the momentum of the spear propels the vehicle flying backwards.

Logan for a split second felt a cold chill go across his body, and a crippling sense of nausea amount in his body. He couldn't take his eyes off of the sight no matter how hard he tried. It was horrifying to him to see his only lover, and the only one he ever wanted struck down in such a cruel manner. The world then began moving again while everything around Logan seemed muted and silenced. Nothing else mattered, but Angie at that point. Not even following along with the withdrawal. Instead he dashed over to her and picked her bleeding body up in his arms while his emotions began to pour over Logan making him a wrecked mess of a wolf. He caressed her tightly shielding her from the battle around them " SHIT! FUCK! NO! ANGIEEE!" Logan screamed out, he rushed over to provide some first aid with the lion's assistance.

The Jackal on overwatch managed to return the favor by firing an arrow that killed the shooter. Then the jackal jumped down to assess the wounds on Angie. He pulled off his hood and mask, showing his true face, the nomadic black jackal named Ahmad or rather, Anubis. "She's hit in the waist, crippling shot. We need to take her to the temple for full medical treatment, for now, hold her blood and cauterize the bullet to minimize the danger pose by the wound."

Anubis instructed, gently walking Logan and the lion through the treatment, step by step. Logan through the treatment pulled the bullet out of her wound, and extended one of his burning hot claws. He winced though knowing this was going to hurt him more than her.

"I'm sorry. Bite down on something… Please!" he gently pressed down the laser over her wound singing and cooking her flesh slightly enough just to cauterize, but the process really took the hit on Logan more. Once that was done and Angie was stabilized, they took her back to the temple where proper treatment can be applied.

Inside the temple's clinical wing, Angie pant, gasped and moan as her wound began to force its pain up her body, "Come on Angie, hold on! SOMEBODY GET ME A GODDAMN DOCTOR NOW!" Logan growled at the mammals around him, and to his surprise, the black Jackal who attacked them first was the one to respond. "Open her dressings." He instructed with dull, commanding tone, in his paw, he held a vial of herbal medicine.

"What? Are you crazy? I-I can't Th-that's privacy! I d-don't even-" Logan retorted stammering, finding it hard to trust such an instruction. He was an emotionally wrecked mess however. A very fragile state where trust was hard, and the good in anyone was hard to see. Logan felt shrouded by a black haze blocking his proper thoughts, and logic. It wasn't a pretty sight to watch as it was him in a stage of critical grief.

"Do you want her to live?" Ahmad asked, feeling himself without support, he undresses Angie's bandages and let Ahmad pour the herbal medicine into her wound, the Jackal then rubbed his paw on the bleeding opening to and in his mouth, he chanted in the ancient language of Coptic, one that Logan cannot quite understand yet. "Amun-Ra, the lord and father of all, grant me the strength to heal this wound. Grant me the strength to save this soul. Amun-Ra, lord and father of all, guide my hands to save this mortal's life."

To Logan's amazement and bewildered expression, and to none of the tribe's surprise, Angie's wound healed miraculously, with the bleeding stop and her flesh began to mend together as whole once again. "Let her rest here, tend to her on an hourly basis, by dawn, she will fully recover." Logan nodded in awe tending to Angie as instructed. "I will be back after I clean up some inconveniences on the streets, Anhur stay and protect them, not a single cultist is allowed to enter this place." The jackal instructed carefully and his lion compatriot nodded to him and ordered the priests and guards inside the temple to lock the door as Anubis was exiting the place.

Logan still a wreck looked down at Angie. Some tears poured out his eyes. He felt exhausted by his emotional turmoil, and the stress of the street war and conflict, but now as he watched over Angie he felt like her guardian, or the only one protecting her. He slouched forwards, and held his hands together just hopeful she might respond. He even forgot for a second his lost body, and robot self.

Some of the doctors and priests inside the clinical wing began to pick up her pulse and breathing, the fennec fox doctor put his ear on her chest and listen closely to her heart beat. He counted a nominally acceptable pace. However, it was still concerning that she has yet to wake up. Perhaps it is due to the fact that the shock and trauma of the bullet may have gave her a nasty shock that kept her unconscious far longer than he likes. "She'll be fine, the trauma and shock is only slightly worse than usual considering the range of the weapon and caliber it employs." Said the fennec fox doctor.

"That means you won't have to worry about her walking to the Underworld too soon." Anhur added while keeping watch over the temple's entrances. Anubis was lost in the chaotic fighting in the streets nearby, though by now the deities could sense the high time of the chaos has died down somewhat. "Look, I can see Anubis returning!" Anhur exclaims pointing out at the sight of Anubis running up the stairs of the temple once again, the guards open its doors and let the jackal inside as he made his way back to Logan and Angie.

Logan saw Anubis coming back, and he stood up cautiously while back up to a far wall to distance himself remembering what he had done in their last confrontation. Logan closed his eyes tightly awaiting the worst. "If this is about beating you down before I didn't know who you were, or if you were trying to hurt my girlfriend. Okay? You scared us both, and I was trying to help her…" Logan held his head up and gulped. "So if you're going to kill me just do it fast…" Logan then awaited for the worst to come.

"That's the least of my concerns." Anubis calmly replied as he picked up the Book of Prophecy from the table next to the sick bed and opens its cover, examining the recovered pages that have been mended into the book. "I don't need to kill you as you are a pawn in their game. Now that you have escaped with the Book of Prophecy, I see no need in ending your life and feed your souls to Ammut." Said Anubis as he closed the book and looked down at Logan.

Logan looked at Anubis still petrified. He had a confused look as well. "I don't- I don't know what an Ammut is. I don't even know what's going on, but it doesn't help me with the fact you were gunning to kill us." Logan moved away from the wall with a frown on his face. He slumped down in a chair on Angie's right refusing to leave her side even if the deity who attacked them was currently standing there. Instead Logan held Angie's hand and gently massaged it in a tender manner feeling the most solemn he's felt in years. "I think this vacation was a bad idea for the two of us…" As he said this though the disguise once again began wearing off as Logan's emotions were in an emotional imbalance. Patches of smooth shiny silver appeared again over his body showing again who he really was now.

Anubis sighed out rubbing his temple speaking to himself for a moment, apparently he was frowning at something. "Neith, must you put their fate into my matters?" He complained before finally look at Logan. "I do not intend to kill you first and foremost, killing is a simple task any fool could conduct, but mercy is the sign of wisdom only a few could understand." He clears his throat before walking to Logan's side, never seem to mind the fact that Logan's appearance was out of place so much so that others were looking at him with curiosity. "Logan, come with me to my quarter, I need to do some researches with your help there." He said calmly.

Logan made a shocked look to Anubis. He stammered for a moment while the silver liquid faded under his armor."B-but Angie! I don't want to leave her. She need me right now." Logan made a sad look while he watched over Angie.

Anubis understandably placed his hand on Logan's shoulder sending a warm sensation through his body as the jackal calmly reassure Logan's concern. "She will be fine Logan, calm yourself first and foremost, with Anhur protecting her, no one will be able to lay their paws or hooves on her without dying a gruesome death." He said he then turned his back on Logan and walked away from the clinical wing, strangely enough Logan can see that there was a trail of him on the floor, footprints with strange residual energies.

Logan made a short hum to himself watching Anubis walk away. He looked back to Angie however, and sniffled in. He then made a shaken emotionally distraught sigh out, and planted a kiss on her forehead. He then lifted himself up slowly, and stood up. "Stay safe for me Angie…" He said in a solemn tone

He then followed behind the jackal deity closely behind, but had a more frightened look on his face now gazing at the immortal. "I've have been through rapist robot aliens, an obese slightly perverted and anger issued polar bear, redneck rage, police training, a new body, a raging mad trucker girl, and a vacation to Ewegypt that feels less like i'm relaxing and more like I'm being tortured. And then suddenly I'm dealing with Gods?" Logan shook his confused head feeling his head split in an aching headache. "I'm sorry. It's been a Hell of a road for me, and my only lover was just injured. You must be getting tired of me by now." Logan admitted.

Anubis sighed out at Logan as he led the robot wolf into his personal quarter, Logan would see a spacious office with a single bed, master size, next to a wooden desk with some papyrus papers on it, on the left corner of the room there was a cabinet with a glass doors.

Logan still with a blank expression went to lay down on the bed to ease his stress. He felt some slight comfort feeling a bit of reassurance of Anubis. He looked around the room, but seeing the papyrus paper made him think slightly not recognizing them as normal white paper like the ones back home. He looked over to Anubis however still saddened wondering why he was here. He seemed lost. "So. What do I do? Do I do anything at all? Or is this therapy?" Logan asked somewhat curious.

"Think of it as therapy and research session. Lay down on the bed." Anubis then opened the cabinet and took out what appeared to be a vial for containing chemical or substance of interests, and on the other hand a syringe ready to work. "You mentioned rapist robot alien. Is that Alice you were talking about?" He asked as he sat down on the bed in front of Logan with the syringe being prepared.

Logan nodded before he saw the syringe. However, when he saw the syringe he sat up with a wide eyed expression shocked. "Uhhh yeah. Her name was Alice. I don't know how you know this." Logan wasn't speaking into Anubis's eyes, or even looking at his face as his eyes were caught and stuck on the massive needle. "What's the needle for?..." Logan gulped.

"Simple I am a deity I have the power of clairvoyance and see others past present and future. So I know what happened to each person of interest. The needle is what the research is about, a sample of your Nanites from its source and you have earned my undying commitment to protect you and Angie." He replied as he began to go over Logan's body length and examine his form carefully.

Logan pointed at the needle with a shaking hand, and an even shakier pointed finger. "Okay, but where is that going. Look I'll bleed dry for Angie. She's my best friend, and my only passion, but uhhh where is that going man?..." Logan asked with a squeamish attitude. So much so he went in a sitting fetal position by bringing his knees close to his chest. It was even made worse by Anubis's gaze at Logan's robotic body.

"Simple, your testicles where you Nanites are produced and are most fresh." Anubis nonchalantly replied, expecting him to faint in fear and shock. "At least my bandages can make your wound heal faster before you can say anything to object." He advertised to Logan and holds the needle closer to his crotch.

Logan's eyes both rolled to the back of his head seeing the needle get close to his delicate testicles. He fainted shortly after and he slumped backward laying on a pillow signifying that he had gone into emotional overload by this point. Thankfully he wasn't awake to argue more with the deity, but the double edged sword was Anubis didn't know when Logan would get up. He was free however to do as he pleased to Logan's body. Of course when he would get up all that could be expected was more emotional distress from Logan. Now however he was passed out in a rock like state.

"Well that was to be expected." Anubis then nonchalantly proceeds to run his free hand on Logan's crotch feeling the bulge of his testicle and penis. Eventually the deity himself found the switch to unlock the plate, he then pressed on the locks on both sides of his thighs, then the plate fell off, showing Logan's testicles and Penis. The jackal took a few minutes marveling at the sight of Logan's testicles, how it was covered in a black layer of latex and nano carbon that has a texture of hexagons. He then poke his needle into the layer of protection. The needle's tip pierced through Logan's protective layer and Anubis gently extract a portion of the Nanites from Logan's reproduction organ then fill the vial up with it. He didn't forget to apply his healing technique on the spot where the needle was struck. "There you go much better."

Despite this though Logan's legs were brought together in a shaking pained fashion while he made a pained whimper. His head arched backwards onto the pillow, and his legs shook. Despite being asleep he felt the sharp agonizing pain deep within one on his testical causing him to grit his teeth together intensely, and for his eyes to close intensely tight. Thankfully for Anubis's sake he was still asleep, and would possibly feel very sore after he would wake up. All the emotionally distressed wolf could do now was sleep, and let the world pass by as he rested. It was possibly for the best Anubis return Logan's crotch plate, or give me some kind of garment to give him some respect to privacy.

Anubis would then place the vial into a safekeeping inside his office, then he returned to Logan reattaching the crotch plate back onto his body and put the sheet on him again to pay his respect before walking out to check on Angie again. Though at this point, Anubis would have other concerns for his people as the battle is over and the dust has settled.

Logan though in the meantime felt the pain in his testicles slowly subside to the point his unconscious self wouldn't feel the pain. He laid down more comfortably on the pillow, and rubbed it slightly with his head while he gripped the sheet on his body tightly. He however never stopped thinking of Angie, and even his dreams wouldn't let him take a break from her. He slept the night away in an unrestful sleep while the night passed by without him.