A/N: Here's the revised version of chapter 11, and hopefully, the better version!

Skye Mihalak: No, it's not going to be against Christianity. I was actually inspired by my CL class on this one. About how God sent even the most sinful people to preach his word. Like Samson, the judge, who was a playboy, yet preached the word of God...I...think.. XD (see the Book of Judges). Would you believe this story spawned from an essay written in class? LOL ( I didn't think that was possible too XD)

Meh, enough blabbering...here, enjoy!

Chapter 11 – The Other Side

Up ahead, Mt. Mjolnir loomed in the distance. Behind me, the Geffen guards were quickly catching up. I had to do something. Fast.

By now, I was halfway through the bridge. The guards were at my side and I just kept going helplessly, as the hoverbike wouldn't go any faster.

One of them moved closer to me. With a sharp sword in hand, he began to slash at me. He made a light cut on my left shoulder, as I screamed in pain. Taking my shotgun, I pointed it at his head. He, on the other hand, shuddered in fear.

Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. His head split in two, as blood gushed out. His hoverbike lost control and began spinning dangerously, hitting one of the other guards in the process.

On my right, I heard chanting. I darted towards the guard. His hands were moving about, as if performing a ritual on a hoverbike. Blue spheres began emanating from beneath his hoverbike.

Obviously, he was very skilled. His hoverbike didn't steer off course, yet he was still able to cast properly.

The faster I took him out, the better it was for me. I took my shotgun once more, aimed it at him and quickly pulled the trigger. As if he knew exactly what I was going to do, he abruptly turned his hoverbike sideways and put down his foot, stopping it. My shot completely missed.

Meanwhile, in front, a shady figure emerged from the ground. It hovered in mid-air a while before taking shape.

Two long, slender dragon-like legs appeared, bent the other way where human knees were. Then its body materialized. Then a tail, and its arms, with claws at the end. Then finally, its vicious head, with four horns. It had no eyes, a pair of horns took its place where the eyes were usually found. Its head had a dragon-like shape.

It charged at me. I abruptly turned my hoverbike sideways, like the guard who apparently summoned this monstrosity, and without thinking, gunned it down.

Or at least, that's what I planned to do.

I took out my shotgun and aimed, then fired ten simultaneous shots. Almost instantly, it grew two pairs of stone-like wings, the second pair somewhat smaller in size compared to the first, and positioned below the first. It darted upward with amazing speed.

My bullets, on the other hand, missed, and instead, hit the guards once behind the demon. It hit them at various parts: Some were hit on the head, others on their chest, and some were hit at horribly gruesome places I dare not even try and figure out.

Meanwhile, the demon started descending once more at a tremendous speed. In front of me, however, was the guard who summoned the demon, eyeing me devilishly as he sat on his hoverbike.

Without thinking twice, I decided to ram him. The demon missed me completely, and hit the bridge instead.

I went full speed at him. He did the same. I looked at his eyes. There was no anxiety or fear present, as if he knew he would go through this alive. How? We were speeding at top-speed against each other, and by now, even if he decided to back out, it was too late. We would still collide.

Suddenly, he shifted to my right side. It was as if time had stopped as he grabbed his sword and made a deep cut on my left arm. I looked at him. He looked back with a devilish smile, chuckling maniacally.

Once again, I turned the bike sideways. He did the same.

Without thinking, I took my shotgun and shot at him, without even seeing if I had aimed correctly. The bullet was going at a high speed, and considering how far we were from each other, it was going to hit him in less than a second.

Still laughing, he took out a revolver and shot. His bullet collided with mine, and exploded into oblivion. What dexterity!

Without warning, the demon landed in front of me, and roared as loud as it could. Now was not the time to anticipate its next move, so I decided to get across the bridge as soon as possible.

The guard, by now, was the only one left. But it was as hard as hell to get rid of him. With the demon flying above, breathing flames, and this guard was riding alongside me.

"Having fun yet?" He sarcastically said.

"Don't you know?" I asked, my last hope, "Guards aren't allowed to kill."

"Who said I was a guard?" He said, chuckling some more, "I'm just yet another sorcerer, here for the fun of killing!"

Yup. That confirms it. This guy's crazy.

Almost immediately, he pointed his revolver at me. I immediately stopped the hoverbike, turning it on its side once again. But I did it a little too soon.

He hadn't fired, and was now aiming at me. The demon, however, was preparing to blast me into oblivion. A blue aura was appearing around its wide-open mouth.

I couldn't even reminisce on my life before I died. The sorcerer shot at me, as did the demon.

My last moment. But I wasn't about to die alone. I took my wand, the wand I hadn't used in quite a while, and pointed it at the demon. A pillar of bright light erupted from the ground. The demon screamed in pain, as I heard the boiling of its skin.

The sorcerer, however, stared in shock and fired once more. From the pillar of light, an angel in a white gown and bloody red hair emerged. She caught the bullets and sped towards him. He hopelessly shot at her, doing no damage at all. His eyes were now full of fear.

Thinking there was no hope left, he turned his hoverbike around and sped off. Though I knew the angel would soon catch up with him, I had to see what would become of him, after all he did to me.

I revved the engine of my stolen hoverbike and sped after them, my hair and cloak fluttering wildly behind me.

While speeding across the bridge, I pulled down my cloak, revealing my bloody arm. The wound he gave me was deep indeed. It even penetrated my cloak, giving it a faded red color. I touched it. It stung.

Then a pair of pale white hands touched it, and healed it. A feeling of rejuvenation came upon me as the wound instantly healed. I looked up and saw the angel, with her flowing red hair trailing behind her. I quickly took control of the hoverbike, it was steering off-course. A few minutes later, I had finally arrived at the other side of the bridge.

One thing bothered me though: If the angel was here, then what happened to the sorcerer?