So Chapter 14! Took a little while but I got it done. Sorry it's short. I've decided to end the story right here but wait don't get mad quite yet. There will be a part two.
So how bout some sweet revenge yea? Enjoy :)
Chapter Fourteen: Revenga
Take the time just to listen
When the voices screaming are much too loud
Take a look in the distance
Try and see it all
What's it feel like?
Took the wrong route
Watch it fall apart
Now you're knockin' at the wrong gate
For you to pay the toll
A price for you alone
The only deal you'll find
I'll gladly take your soul
Day 163
Angel only saw red from then. Anyone who she came in contact with she wanted to kill. In her eyes they all had done wrong. Even Jeff and it was a tough pill to swallow because she trained him. They fought together, laughed, cried, and had stories together. Her angry always came back to Axel though; if it weren't for him Jeff would've never done such a thing.
There had been another cell besides Angel's and when she woke up she found that it was occupied. She went to the bars as she heard a faint whisper from the neighboring cell. "Hey," she called out weakly. The whispering went on and she trained all her senses to that one faint line. It sounded almost like praying. She got angry then.
"Hey!" she yelled this time and kicked the wall as hard as she could with her bare foot. "I'm talking to you! Answer me!" It sounded like a threat more then anything.
"Threats and kicking walls won't get you far," a feminine voice called out softly. It was deep and calm. She recognized it immediately as a woman's voice. Angel took a deep breath before latching onto the bars once again.
"Why are you here?"
"From what that one man tells me the same reason you're here. To kill that sorry scum or at least make him pay."
"Why? What did he do to you?"
"Does it really matter? The way I see it we have a common motive here . . . We could work together to carry it out."
"Let me think about that. Umm . . . no. This is a solo act and I'm doing it myself." She pushed away from the bars and flopped down on the bed. "This is my job," she said lowly falling back and closing her eyes.
"That man was right about you . . . he said you were full of yourself. I've yet to see what he meant by 'bat shit crazy'."
"Trust me sweet heart you ain't seen anything yet. I don't know your motives or why you want to cash his wolf ticket so bad but this is my gig, don't try and steal my solo."
"Seems to me you're just as stuck as me. I've heard stories of you the infamous Angel Hellfire that has brought down armies in her wake all in the name of bringing peace . . . but after you look at it hard enough you see that you're only making it worse."
"Yea well in this day in age with the dead up and about my story doesn't mean dowdily fucking do. You know my name so it's only proper for you to give me yours." A long silence passed before an answer ever came.
"It's Aylen." Angel stood up then laughing.
"Well Aylen how do you fucking do?" Her laughter faded and was replaced by a feral anger. "How fucking stupid are you? Coming in here and getting yourself caught! Stupid bitch!" Angel fell back on the bed punching the air before going into a fit of laughter finding the little gesture humorous. "If you had any god damn sense you would've ran from this place. I have some good plans though and this is going to end tomorrow one way another."
"And there's the insanity and babbling I've heard you're prone to," the woman said giving a faint smile Angel couldn't see.
"Fuck you!" Angel yelled pushing herself up for a moment before falling back down. "You'll see why my name travels and bad men crawl under rocks at the mention of it." So maybe she was becoming a bit full of herself but it aided the fire burning within her deeply.
"So what's your plan?"
"Can't tell you . . . but if you can make a commotion tomorrow after someone comes and gets me it'd help a lot." The woman in the next cell grew quiet and said no more and Angel found it stupid to carry the conversation out any further.
Day 164
Angel gave no fight to the sedative Chad had given her. She just hoped it would wear off before she ended up back in the small cell once again. She had awaken but she stayed still and gave no sign that she was awake as the scientist carried out his routine of speaking into his little tape recorder.
She'd stay quiet until he would turn his back for her to study the room and it contents. It was a typical mad scientist's lab but the first thing she noticed besides the pistol Chad had tucked in the elastic of his pants was the small table just an arms reach away that had scalpels and knifes scattered about it. She'd never reach it.
She closed eyes once again as Chad turned around from some of his work. An alarm went off and he ran out the door and it slammed angrily behind him. "Good girl," Angel said lowly before she began rocking back and forth and after a few minutes the 100-pound table turned over and Angel fell with it.
It just so happened her hand was caught under it and it broke all her bones. She mentally ran the pain away paying it no mind as she slipped the limp hand through the strap without complication.
She quickly undid the other straps and fell off the sideways table landing on her feet. She quickly stood then knowing she was running out of time. She picked up a hammer that was conveniently placed on a desk. She placed herself by the door flat against the wall and waited.
Chad ran back through the door stumbling at the sight that she was gone. Angel gave away her cover before hitting him in the temple with the blunt hammer. He instantly collapsed to the floor. Angel stopped then long enough to grab the pistol before she grabbed a nearby rag and bit down on it. She held her limp hand out before cracking bones back in place the best she could before she rapped the rag around the worst spots making a shitty excuse for a cast.
She then fled quickly keeping close to the wall holding the pistol ready to shoot at any one who got in her way. Turning a corner Jeff pulled a gun on her and she held hers pointed at his head. Tears invaded her eyes then. "Why Jeff?" she practically cried. "Tiny was our brother and you just shot him like it was nothing. How could you?"
"Angel I . . ." He fell to his knees then throwing his pistol down. He grabbed both sides of his head and cried out loudly. "I was following Axel . . . that's all I've ever known since my last life. I just . . . did it." He looked up laughing a bit then. Angel said nothing only starred at him with tears pooling over and down her cheeks.
"You could've stood in the corner screaming with me," She mumbled before she shot him in the head. She quickly wiped her tears before continuing on. She went into Axel's office gun raised.
Aylen stood in front of Axel holding two long knifes that appeared to be Kyle Griffon knives except twice the size. For the first time Angel saw the woman, all six foot of her. She was tall and thin and appeared to be from a native American decent with naturally tanned skin, long brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She had taken out the man Angel hadn't recognized. He had been stabbed through the eyes both now destroyed orbs pooling blood. Angel looked back forward.
She quietly moved forward making no sound as the two carried out a heated conversation she paid no mind to. She stood right behind the woman bringing the back of the pistol around knocking her out cold. Axel smiled at Angel, still acting like nothing in the world was wrong. "Thanks for coming to the rescue," Axel said crossing his hands on the desk. Angel scoffed at that.
"Sure thing boss," She replied sarcastically before laughing. She then frowned giving him a cold look. "What did you do to her?"
"It's none of your concern."
"You're right! But what is my concern is the shit you've done to me and my fallen brothers!" She then pushed the desk with him behind it against the wall trapping him. She then dragged and unconscious Aylen out the door and locked it behind her. Axel had tried pushing the desk off of him with a lot of effort. Angel quickly restrained him by pushing the desk harder and knocking the wind out of him.
He began to look a bit concerned then. Angel started pacing then not knowing what to do with herself. "Be honest," she finally said coming stop a sudden stop from her pacing and starred the man down. "Half the men we killed was for those fucking drugs wasn't it? Chad's too fucking stupid to come up with shit like that."
"I don't owe you a fucking answer! You owe me your life! You're scum just like all the others I brought in. It made you the perfect candidates for the perfection process. I picked all the ones that had absolutely nothing else to live for . . . no family or loved ones to hold them back. I needed soldiers . . . and you became the perfect one. You did as you were told never asking questions because you believed in the greater good."
Angel leaped on top the desk before kicking him hard in the chest. "You're right old man! But I'll get my fucking answers one way or another!" She kicked him again before he coughed up a bit of blood.
"The drugs made you what you are! You should be thanking me! I made you the closest to perfect you could ever be!"
"Men died for you Axel! And you treat it as if that what you deserved!"
"Those men were trash . . . the world had no need for them I gave them purpose in their miserable lives."
"No they were people! Loyal men that would do anything for innocent people! Kill for them! Die for them! It was never you! You place yourself amongst gods and it's time for a god to fall by the hands of the reaper!" Angel laughed before bringing the pistol out and shooting all the bullets in his chest. She then jumped down from the desk and grabbed up one of Aylen's knives before throwing it and it stuck right in between his eyes. "See you on the other side boss."
She then grabbed up a bag in the corner. She opened it seeing all her clothes inside with that small little gold chain holding that demonic cross on top in a neat pile. She quickly stripped off the cheap paper gown and put on her clothes saving the cross for last. She then clipped the knives on her belt and went and sat down on the desk starring back at Axel's body ever so often.
Someone began beating on the door and Angel knew it was Aylen. "I can hear you knocking," Angel mocked fiddling with her broken hand. "But you can't come in." She laughed. Angel took the knife from Axel's head and the other laying on the floor before kicking them under the door. The beating deceased and everything grew calm.
She finally gained peace of mind to leave the small room. She turned around after opening the door one last time. She looked at Axel's body. "I guess you died for what you believed in. That's your redemption, now you may lay with my fallen brothers," She said lowly. "Lay with the fallen soldiers they'll save you from the fires of Hell. And tell them I'll see them again one day . . . they'll forgive you. I have to forgive you now that you're dead."
See turned then slamming the door behind her. The sweet taste of revenge cradled her mind for the moment. It wasn't time to stop though she made her way back to the lab seeing the door had been locked. She kicked the metal door in with hardly any effort. Chad held a knife up in a corner. He looked scared. Angel humorously jumped at him with a 'boo' and he jumped back farther in his corner.
She turned seeing a single clip on the counter and she swiped it up clipping it into the gun before looking back at Chad. "Ok you're going to fix my hand," she said holding out her limp hand. "You're going to take a few more samples of my blood. And you know what then?"
"What?" he whispered lowly not daring to look in her eyes.
"You're gonna hook me up with some ammo then I'm leaving. You're going to stay here and find that cure." He slowly set his knife down before going to a desk pulling out a large box. He lifted it up on the top with a bit of effort.
"I can do that . . . Did you get what you came for Hellfire?" She looked at him for a long silent moment with a small weak smile.
"Closest I could get . . . what do you believe in Chad?" The question caught him off guard and for a moment he fiddled with his hands nervously looking at the floor.
"Helping people that can't help themselves." Angel nodded walking over and jumping on top a table. Chad flinched away before taking a deep breath and opening the box.
"Would you die for that Chad?" Angel rested the pistol in her lap giving him a side ways glance as he started taking out different bags with wrappings and medical supplies. He hesitantly took her hand examining it thoroughly.
"Haven't we all? Everyone from here believes in something. Even you as sick and twisted as it may be . . .We're all on the same boat with our last breath we'll carry out what we were taught."
"Right . . . I hope you know the reason you don't have a bullet in your head right now." She flinched as he continued feeling her fingers and she bit her lip looking down at her hand.
"You needed someone to fix your hand." He guessed quickly before returning to the bags and taking out large amounts of wrapping and brought them over taking her hand and wrapping it tightly.
"Yes I guess . . . the first thought was though I don't think you've suffered enough to die yet. Even Axel suffered a life of misery. All of us had. I guess maybe . . . I'm just trying to put us on the boat for the after life whatever it may be."
"Like one big fucked up family? Hate for you to be my sister." She had to smile at that. He finished wrapping her hand and brought out an ivy and test tubes. He stuck a needle into her veins and got five full vials before putting a bandage over her hand and placing the vials in a small box. "So you're leaving me alone here?" he asked half way looking at her.
"Does that bother you?"
"Yes it does but I wouldn't want your company."
"Well that's good because I wasn't going to give you the pleasure." She grabbed up an empty bag from the corner and ordered him out the door. He led her down several hallways before opening a door and leading the way. She followed him and found herself in an Armory full of guns and ammo. All assorted neatly. She quickly plucked an automatic shotgun, a set of dual machetes, and a hunting knife off the shelf before grabbing up as much ammo as her bag could carry.
He then led her to the same door she had entered the facility in so long ago.
She walked through into blinding light as he held the door open for her. She stopped and turned looking at Chad. Neither smiled only frowned. "Goodbye Chad," she said lowly pulling the bag more securely to her shoulder. He gave a small nod.
"Your car is around front. I'll open the gate when you get ready to leave." He then let go of the door and it closed shut behind him. She watched until his silhouette disappeared down the hallway behind the closed door. She turned back and began walking toward the patched fence. She quickly snatched up all her belongings, supplies and weapons out of the Maverick.
She patched the fence back up before returning inside and proceeded around the large building. She gave a loud short whistle and Mutt came running from around a corner. He stopped giving a long howl before catching her tempo and walked beside her. The rocks crunched under their feet. Angel turned one corner and there set her blacked out 1967 Camaro. She quickly jogged the rest of the way to the car.
She slung the door open grabbing up her keys before Mutt jumped in the passenger seat happily. Angel opened the trunk and threw all her belongs in besides her weapons, which she strapped on then. She quickly plundered through the bags picking out a small Slim Jim and a bottle of water. She quickly slammed the hood down and jumped under the wheel slamming the door shut behind her.
She stopped long enough to give her faithful companion the small treat before cranking the car to life. She revved the engine a few times happy to be reuniting with her baby. She quickly threw it in reverse kicking up rocks as she backed up before throwing it in drive and waited for the gate to open. She looked over and noticed a whole carton of cigarettes sitting on the middle console.
She quickly swiped them up and opened a pack from inside lighting one up happily. She popped a Soil tape in the CD player and the music blasted out of the marvelous sound system. She was happy once again. Chad opened the gates from some control room in the building. She quickly sped out. She looked in her rear view mirror seeing the gate close. She pulled on a set of sun shades before speeding up and throwing her elbow out the window. Her limp hand holding her cigarette without any protest. It was time to go back home.
I own none of the walking dead references or characters but everything else is from me...
There will be a part two coming soon.