Sorry about the cliffie – NOT!! LOL.
I hope you are still enjoying the story. A couple more chaps and it will be done – Heavy Sigh – I have very much enjoyed writing this and have already started penning another.
ST17 Killing time
The ground shook as a blue black flash of lightening split the dark clouds asunder. The demon scorpion roared with glee. Grabbing his treasure by the leg he dragged her from beneath the tree.
Melisandra bit back a cry of pain as the tree limb pinning her down tore through the thick material of her shirt to scrape at the skin beneath. Fumbling fingers managed to release the snap holding her sidearm in place. Her hand trembled but she pulled the 45 and waited.
Lifting her into the air the demon tightened his grip on her ankle the sharp claws digging deep.
Melisandra twisted and brought the gun around. She bit back the pain ignoring the sharp tearing agony in her ankle. Screaming in frustration she pulled the trigger. Desperately she fired praying for a miracle. Round after round pinged off the exoskeleton until the magazine was empty. Hopelessness flared but she didn't give up.
One bullet managed to penetrate the hard shell and the monstrous creature roared in pain. The demon scorpion reared back and threw his captive into the side of the truck.
Melisandra hit hard and slid to the ground. Despite the dark haze blurring her vision she crawled beneath the truck out of the creatures reach.
Nylan screamed in white hot fury. Huge claws ripped at the dirt but he could not reach his prey. Taking several steps back he leaped forward and slammed his body into the truck. The truck rocked on it wheels but didn't go over. Barrels smashed against the side of the truck cracking the hard plastic.
Screaming his anger into the darkening sky he rushed forward. This time his claws smashed into the truck and lifted it off the ground.
A huge boulder on the far side stopped the big truck from going over. Several of the abused barrels fell out littering the ground. The hard plastic barrels split spilling their contents into the grass. The greenish grey liquid moved slowly at first, trickling down the slope toward the murky pool. Sliding through the gravel it licked hungrily at the yellow sludge. It started as a small bubbling as the benzene went to work devouring the sulphur.
Beneath the truck Melisandra curled into a ball trying to hide from the scorpion, but to no avail. A large claw swung out catching her in the side. Flying sideways she gasped in pain. She felt the creature reach for her lifting her into the air. Searing agony shot through her before consciousness faded and she tumbled into darkness.
Nylan chittered madly as he lifted the limp body of the sheriff into the air. The demon urged the demented scientist toward the pool. Seconds later they neared the pool, but the energy did not flare the lightening did not strike. The pool remained silent. The demon thrashed its scorpion tail wildly at being thwarted. She was not the key, but there was another.
Nylan lifted his captive high, cackling gleefully as he prepared to send her into the yellow pool to suffer the same fate she had laid upon him
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The Impala roared through the trees, Stephen's voice echoed in horror, "Oh my god, Sandi," he whispered in shock.
Dean eyes flew toward pool. He didn't hesitate. Pulling the .357 up he leaned out the window and sighted on the massive creature. Squeezing the trigger the metal shot from the muzzle and slammed into the creature claw, tearing through the exoskeleton like a hot knife through butter.
The Nylan Demon screamed in agony and staggered sideways dropping his captive. Scuttling away it hid in the trees cradling its injured limb and plotting its revenge. Nylan recognized the hunter, the third tormentor had arrived. Behind him the demon could see the sulphur pool surge in recognition.
Slamming on the brakes the car skidded to halt a few feet from the unconscious sheriff. "Go doc," Dean yelled as he pushed the door open and searched the clearing. "Sam, where the hell are you," he screamed. But the sound was barely heard over the roar of thunder from above. "You'd better not be dead," he added silently.
Dean watched the tree line knowing the creature would not stay hidden for long.
Stephen dropped to his knees beside the Sheriff feeling for a pulse, it was weak and thready, but it was there and he sighed in relief. Lifting her into his arms he headed for the Impala and slid her into the back seat.
The demon scorpion exploded from the trees to aiming straight for him. He thought he was prepared. Knowing what was coming he stood rock steady and faced the oncoming creature. He fired and leaped sideways. The Nylan demon screeched in pain, hot searing agony flowed through its crippled leg. The hit slowed the massive creature but not enough to stop it momentum. Dean swore as the creature slammed into him. Fiery pain tore through him as he flew backward over the front of the car. He landed with a thud and didn't get up.
Stephen swore when he heard Dean's shot. He looked up to see Dean fly across the hood of the Impala, the monstrous creature close behind him. Reaching for the gun Dean had made him tuck in his belt Stephen slammed the back door of the Impala sealing Melisandra inside. Leaning against the door he raised the weapon and fired but the 9mm bullets barely dented the hard exoskeleton. Stephen needed to draw the creatures' attention away from the downed hunter. Squeezing the trigger again and again he swore, eyes wide when the creature turned too attacked.
Nylan screamed in pain when one of the bullets sliced through the soft scales and tore into his arm
Ok, so he hadn't thought about what his next move would be after he had the creatures' attention. Stumbling backward Stephen drew the creature away from Dean and the car where Melisandra lay unconscious.
Quick and agile Nylan pounced on the doctor slamming him to the ground. The poisonous tail shot down straight at Stephen's chest.
Rolling left Stephen hissed in pain as the tail skidded across his back. The pain quickly faded as the venom took effect his back going numb. His chest was tight, his breathing laboured but he couldn't give up. Kicking out he slammed his foot into Nylan's broken leg.
A hoarse, scream of pain erupted from the creature. It hopped sideways away from the attack. Awkwardly he spun to face his attacker drawing up the injured leg for protection. Using his claw like a bat he rammed Stephen in the chest sending him flying backward.
Stephen spun sideways and came to rest a few feet away. He lay in a heap his face buried in the grass.
Nylan sneered, his voice a harsh cackling sound that rumbled ominously through the quiet forest. Satisfied when his latest opponent didn't get up the creature limped back to the car where his enemy lay inside. Clawing at the door handle he roared furiously when it wouldn't open. Frustrated, Nylan pounded at the window.
The window cracked but did not break under the onslaught. Fury swelled in his brain stepping back he roared and slammed his hulking body into the car. The shiny black metal bent and twisted under the onslaught. The door popped open. Crowing in delight Nylan yanked it open and reached for his nemesis.
Near the front of the car an exhausted, pain wracked, furious hunter rose to his feet. His knees buckled and he went down. "Get up Dean, get up," he whispered furiously. Hearing the sounds of something beating against glass and metal roused him to furious anger. Growling beneath his breath he raised the 357 and climbed to his feet. "You are seriously pissing me off," the injured hunter ground out. On wobbly legs Dean stood and brought his weapon up aiming at the demon scorpion's head. He squeezed the trigger, emphasizing each word with another shot. "Nobody," bang, "Touches," bang, "My," bang, "Car," bang, he yelled.
The heavy metal crashed into the creature, punching hole after hole into its hard shell. Nylan gasped for breath his body staggering under the onslaught. The wounds were deep but none of them mortal. He spun to face the enemy preparing to attack.
The hunter was desperate to find a way to kill the creature, knowing he had to uncover a weakness before the monster could recover, but so far he hadn't found it and he was fast running out of ammo.
Nylan turned to face him incisors snapping in anticipation. Screaming his hatred he leaped forward. This time he would destroy the enemy.
Dean knew he had only one shot left. Taking a deep breath he aimed at the creature's eye and fired. The 357 recoiled in his hand. The shot flew true and tore through creature's eye.
Screeching in agony Nylan stumbled but didn't go down. Molten lava burned in his brain, his body thrashed wildly smashing Dean to the ground.
The hunter gasped. Pain shot through him as he tumbled to the ground.
Livid with hatred, the creature stabbed the ground with his tail searching for the enemy.
Rolling right Dean barely avoided the blows as they hammered the ground around him.
With one good eye the crazed creature searched for the enemy. Stomping the ground around him he felt one foot strike something soft. Rearing back he howled his anticipation before his tail struck.
Tangled in the creatures legs Dean saw the blow coming. He twisted left biting back a yelp as his injured shoulder struck the ground. The barbed tail sliced through his jeans scraping against his right thigh inches below the recently healed wound. Dean cried out as the poison barb ripped through his leg. Fire burned through his body. Seconds later the numbing venom erased the pain.
Nylan leaped sideways turning to face his down opponent. A scream of hatred erupted from his throat. Rising up on his back legs he cackled savouring the moment knowing his enemy was about to die as he prepared to strike the killing blow.
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Another cliffie - sorry I just couldn't resist. Please R & R another chapter coming up in a day or so.