Disclaimer: I do not own Priest or its characters. If I did well…it obvious things would have been different
Rated: MA- This has adult themes guys. Read at own risk and there may not be much right now…but oh boy is it coming.
I feel like I am rewriting the movie. I am sorry I know I am evil. I may be a tad bit predictable but you will be thanking me when you find out how juicy it is/will be ;D
Chapter 4: Priestly Nightmares and Fights
It was the last sparring match before the war. He slowly made friends with everybody but Heath and Maggie had become his best friends. Heath and Maggie were always flirting, and that made him chuckle. Heath had always been a caring man and he also had a calm energy about him that encouraged friendship with whit that kept conversation going.
Heath had blue almond shape eyes and tanned skin made shiny by perspiration. He had dark hair and at least a two day old shadow covering his square jaw line. His eyebrows were also dark and they were thick but not overpowering his eyes. His mouth had a pouty bottom lip and whenever he smiled the flash of white teeth could identify him in a crowd. His was tall, about 6'1 and he had a medium build. He was taken into the clergy when he was a teenager.
Heath's blue eyes stared triumphant as he pinned Maggie down in a submission move. Her grunts and growls were proof of how much that pissed her off. She even thought about biting his ear off for revenge because she was not easy to put down.
He got off of her, winked, and said "Well that was easy" with a dimpled grin. Maggie rolled her eyes but didn't respond. She smiled when Heath turned his back. Priest rolled his eyes and gave them a small smile and chuckled.
Now his dream took a dark turn once again. He dreamed about Heath, terrified expression haunted him. He remembered how as they neared the end of the Hive, scrambling to meet the savior daylight, the epitome of freedom from vampires, Heath, the last man out, was snatched away in an instant, tripped by the bloodsuckers.
"Wait!" Priest bellowed out to his comrades. He grabbed hold of Heath's slippery, sweaty hands. The moment he gripped his hand he realized Heath was doomed, and the same realization dawned on Heath's bewildered expression.
His legs were being ripped to pieces as Priest tried to hold on. It was like slow motion on an action shot that will never speed up no matter how hard you screamed. Priest could still feel Heath's hand in his becoming harder to hold onto.
"Please don't let go brother," Heath gritted his teeth in exertion. Priest lost the battle, howling, as he saw his best friend getting dragged away. The vampires fast disappeared into the catacombs with their tasty morsel.
You let go of him-this thought lodged itself in his mind as he shook violently awake, sweat oozing out of him.
Priest buried his tattooed face in his calloused hands. Heath's screams still echoed inside his head, but faded back into his nightmares. A pounding headache formed, reaching out its cruel hands to grip his mind.
It was still dark out and he knew something was off. Holding one hand to his throbbing head he decided it was time to visit the clergy.
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A raspy breath, almost a half growl came out of the darkness next to the swords near Hicks' bedroom. Hicks whipped around to face the mysterious voice.
Black Hat was waiting patiently for this. He had been frowning the whole time he spied on Lucy and Hicks' kissing session; if you could even call that a kissing session. It was pathetic the boy didn't have any imagination at all. Black Hat may have never been intimate with a woman but his imagination went there and that was all he needed, and he thought of Lucy, he was thinking of her a lot ever since he thought about kidnapping her. He watched her sleeping night after night at Outpost 10.
"Get your gun," came a dark voice.
Hicks didn't realize what this meant, instead he concentrated on the voice to see if he knew him but it was unfamiliar.
A familiar sneaked up behind Hicks and hit him in the back of the head with a metal object. As Hicks stumbled the familiar grabbed his guns from his holsters and flung them across the room to Black Hat.
What the fuck! Hicks got up stunned and rubbed the back of his bloodied head; he was pissed.
In an instant, before his left hand completed the pat on his head,his right hand swiftly moved to his waist grabbing a knife and turned halfway to plunge it into the familiar's heart. The familiar staggered back, but bones caged his heart as a protective measure.
Black Hat pulled out the chair so it faced the scene unfolding by the door, then he put his heavy black boots on the table, making it wobble.
Black Hat laughed with delight. The familiar gave Hicks an 'Are you kidding me' look and took the knife out of his chest amidst crunching and gushing sounds, while thick looking blood dripped to the floor; the familiar left him alone after that. That was way worse; it was a sign he may be on the losing side.
"Thanks to you I will have to show Lucy my guns, but unlike you, I will show her how to use them." The wickedest smile was the only thing showing apart from his glistening fangs now fully exposed.
Power exuded from every pore of his body, his black form like a shadow of death being cast down on this broken world. Hicks gulped remembering a bible verse.
"You go near her and I will break your fucking fingers," Hicks threatened aggressively.
"You put your fingers near me and I will eat them," Black Hat said lightly like they were old friends.
"Besides, I will need my fingers to pleasure Lucy. I have her in my bed. Let me tell you," He paused- "She just might look the best when she is sleeping, it is a close competition to her waking state, and yet I cannot decide for that matter- Should I take her while she is asleep or awake?"
Hicks had heard more than enough. In one cry of rage he flung his body on Black Hat, knocking him to the floor. He pounded Black Hat's face until his knuckles hurt but that only took a few punches to his solid face. It was only enough to knock off his hat to reveal a red tattooed cross.
A horrible sinking feeling like rot was in his stomach and he knew that the only reason why he straddled this man was because he let him.
"Priest..." Hicks gasped for some air.
"I told you that if you put your fingers near me I would eat them." With one swift motion Black Hat grabbed Hicks' hand and plunged his fingers in his mouth with a sickening crunch that echoed off the wall, blood squirting up Black Hat's nose. A crazy shade of red formed in Black Hat's eyes mixing with the yellow; blood lust was taking hold.
A cry of agony shot out of Hicks mouth. In this commotion he grabbed his gun from Black Hat's belt, cocked it and shot.
Black Hat's hand reached up and knocked the gun out of Hick's hand just in time to deflect the shot so that the bullet buried itself in Black Hat's chest instead of his head.
Hicks got off of him still wondering why the familiar wasn't attacking him and glanced to see he was gone before throwing himself onto the gun. He was delirious after getting a pinky bitten off and did not care about the gun he just left with his enemy. Hicks tried to roll away but Black Hat was swift and threw his body across the room.
Black Hat's dark chuckle reached Hicks' ears, as he stood up, and leaned forward to grab the metal; the other gun still wiggling in his belt.
"How can you be alive?" Disbelief rang out in Hicks voice.
Black Hat popped the one black button open on his shirt to reveal the bullet hole in his chest. At first nothing happened while Black Hat changed his composure, straightening his back, then the bullet hole started making juicy noises. Suddenly it was moving out of his body with a faint pop as it exited his chest. Hicks began to see what he had to smile about.
Those were silver bullets too. God what has this world come to? This can't be happening.
Hicks reloaded the gun and pointed it at Black Hat. Black Hat let go of his shirt and put his arms down by his sides. Not waiting for his next move, Hicks cocked the gun and bursts of fire came out of the barrel in rapid successions.
Black Hat took the piece of metal in his hands and deflected every bullet coming his way with such speed and accuracy that he reached Hicks in a matter of seconds, knocking the gun to the ground.
Hicks face was sliced from temple to the corner of his mouth, blood seeping down his neck. Hicks' mouth just got a lot wider. Black Hat took a step closer, plunging the piece of metal into Hicks' side then stepped back. Hicks let out a moan that died in his mouth and stumbled back towards the wall. Hicks didn't think he could defeat Black Hat; his eyes watered up at the intense turn of events. Lucy I love you.
Black Hat took the stolen gun out of his belt, cocked it and aimed. He unloaded one bullet into Hicks' shoulder and another bullet into the adjacent shoulder. The gun hissed in wild fury as if it responded to shooting its master.
A grunt and another moan escaped Hicks lips as he tried to get close to the wall; shock was making his body go numb.
This time Black Hat aimed for his head.
"If you are going to do it then fucking do it!" Hicks roared and tried to spit at the creature before him.
Black Hat pulled the trigger. Hicks flinched, but nothing happened. Black Hat threw the gun and it made a small dent in the wall.
He crouched and then leaned down to Hicks face. With a brutal expression, he pushed a finger into the bullet wound, first slow then fast; severing some more tendons. Hicks could do nothing, his tendons were damaged hindering him from lifting his arms. His cries of frustration filled the cabin, almost overpowering the faint chuckles coming from Black Hat.
Black Hat's familiar dropped something heavy in the doorway. Hicks felt heavily nauseated and sweat dripped into his eyes, blurring and stinging his vision. It looked like something red was set on the floor.
"Let me know if hell is hotter," Black Hat picked his hat up off the floor. Heavy steps reached what sounded like a canister being picked up, and the smell of gasoline permeated the air.
A waterfall of gasoline fell over every inch of his home. Black Hat made sure to put some on Hicks pants and extra on Hicks bed. The familiar doused everything as well with his canister. Both of them walked out of the door holding the two long swords they had plucked off the wall.
The familiar gave Black Hat a lantern. Black Hat paused outside of the doorway to stare at Hicks. It really wasn't a fair fight. Then again life wasn't fair. He had bigger concerns with Lucy and that was where the real challenge lay. That was his last thought before he threw the lantern inside where the battered and bloodied man was. Flames caressed the inside, licking the gasoline with pleasure radiating from its fiery depth.
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