Chapter 6: Ungodly Arsenal
(Lyon's P.O.V.)
Standing outside as I now looked at the surrounding tree line, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about leaving Samantha at my house alone. I had successfully welded ammo boxes together, and I had them on each of my four LMG's that were around my house, but I had also placed assault rifles around my home as well. I had made it a rule to myself to carry a small arsenal on me at all times, so while I tore off the tarp that was covering my dirt bike, I went through a small mental checklist. Alright, I have my Galil, four clips for it, which should be way more than enough. I have a pair of Glocks, along with two clips for each of them. My K-Bar is on my belt, so any close quarters combat will be available should it be required. Along with having a smoke canister, but I would like to save that for later, so that if I need to make a quick escape, I can do so.
Hopping onto my dirt bike, I took a quick glance at my home, before kick starting my bike so that I could go scout the surrounding forest. I didn't want the Templar camp to be right outside the tree line without my knowing so, and if I did come across there encampment, then I would have more than enough speed to get away from them. Revving the bikes engine to warm it up before I started to ride out, I was stopped as Samantha appeared beside me. Letting the engine quiet down, I noticed the tears that were on her cheeks, and I felt concern immediately, but she spoke before I said anything, "Lyon, please, if you do go out… be safe. You are the first human to have ever showed me kindness… I don't want to lo… lose you…"
I saw the redness in her cheeks showing faintly through the fur on her face, but I was just as surprised when she planted a kiss on my cheek, before pulling me into a hug. Slowly wrapping my own arms around her back, I said, "Samantha… don't worry, nothing will happen to me. Nothing those Templar do can stop me from returning." I felt her shuddering as I started to release her, so I just tightened my grip on her back for a little bit, and said, "I need to scout the surrounding woods for where their camp is… I won't do anything risky. I will be back before you know it…"
Running my hand down the back of her neck repeatedly, I pulled away from her while giving the back of her neck one last rub. When I looked into her saddened gaze, I felt a strange pain in my own heart, but I was already set on going out to scout for those that had threatened her, my home, and myself. I placed one hand on her neck while the other grabbed the throttle to my bike, but before I did anything else, she placed her arms around my neck.
Sighing, I placed my own arm back around her shoulders, and I pulled her closer to me to give her some form of comfort. I didn't want to go now that she was apparently this open about being against my decision, and I felt hesitation actually enter my mind; enough so that I let go of the throttle and instead grabbed the key that was in the ignition. She apparently wants me here… and not just because she wants herself to be safe. I need to pay attention to this situation more so than what my tactical side wants to, and obviously Samantha is the key focus instead of needing to scout. My house is a fortress… it can take whatever those Templar can throw at it, so why do I need to scout…?
When a sniffle came from Samantha, I felt another tug at my heart, and my conscious wouldn't let me force her to deal with whatever she was going through alone. Twisting my wrist and fingers, the rumble of the dirt bike became a soft purr, before completely dying out as the engine shut off. Kicking the kickstand back down, I pushed Samantha away gently, before getting off of my bike. When I was entirely off of it, I looked up to see her eyes were beginning to tear up again. Looking away from her, I said softly, "If you really are this upset that I was just going to go scout, then I will stay here instead…"
I wasn't surprised in the least when Samantha quickly jumped forward and wrapped her arms around me, but I was however surprised by the strength she possessed. Wrapping my own arms around her, I turned and led her back towards the porch, doing my best to keep her next to me. I walked into the foyer as Samantha had left the door wide open, and I closed it behind us.
"L-Lyon… I'm sorry if I upset y-you…" Samantha said as she buried the top of her head beneath my chin, and I had to stop walking so that neither one of us got hurt. I instead just held her tighter to my chest as she shivered once more.
"No, I'm sorry that I thought of what I wanted to do, rather than what I should've been doing…"
"What was that?"
Patting her back softly, I said, "Making sure you are safe…"
Steeling my nerves as I heard the deep echo that only a deathly silence could create before a coming battle. Pulling the bolt to one of the LMG's I had set up downstairs, the action and sound of metal clacking over each other seemed like a far and distant sound when compared to the nothingness outside. No sounds of nature came from the forest, not a breeze disturbed even the tiniest leaf that hung from the hundreds of tree's, and every breathe I took sounded like a whisper to my own ears. Chills ran through my body, and I began to feel twitchy as my eyes darted to every shadow and shade that seemed to resemble a Templar. All my heavy duty weapons were running on the highest setting, many of them had tracer rounds, and I knew that we would need every bit of light, as the darkness would aid the Templar better than it would Samantha or I.
A blue glow began to come from the forest, sparkling and malevolent as I knew what it meant, and the brightness began to intensify the more it drew closer. The air began to smell of Ozone as a dim humming sound reached my ears, and I hit the switch that was beside me; illuminating the entire area around my home. What I saw only made more chills run up my spine and to the ends of my fingers. Shining reflections came to me from the forests edge as dozens, if not hundreds of Templar stood there in front of me, and I fought to hold back a violent shiver.
I had clear shots on all vectors of approach, but I wanted to wait until they entered the forest line to start firing, as I was going to use the surprise the horns would produce to start thinning out their numbers. While they stood just inside the forest, they all drew their swords simultaneously, creating a loud sound of metal over metal to sound forth. When they all moved, I tensed up, and saw that the blue glow was an orb of swirling mana, as Samantha had called it when she demonstrated magic to me earlier.
HONKKKK!
Digging my finger into the trigger, I saw rounds pouring downrange from my window, and I saw another line of fire being shot from above me. Twin bolts of searing hot red metal slashed towards the Templar battle lines, and the sound of horns began to be overtaken by the sounds of shouting, bullets roaring towards their targets, and the sound of electricity surging from nowhere.
BANG BANG BANG BANG…
Grinding my teeth as I began to lose hearing, I saw a blue bubble envelope sections of the still living Templars, and what bullets weren't stopped or missed would ricocheted skywards, making the sky glow a fiery red.
ZZIIIP!
A blue knife like spear shot from the Templar lines and struck the side of my house, causing a cacophony of rubble to rain from the porch of my home. I knew that the reinforced inner structure was now revealed, but as that happened, the wood and debris raining from the sky landed on a section of my yard. What I didn't expect was for that part to be a land mine, and a ball of fire erupted skywards, but I only swept my fire sideways, strafting the enemy lines and seeing a few go down. The sheer amount of bullets it was taking to slowly crack through their shields was painfully making itself aware as I felt piles of bullets forming next to my boots.
A Large bolt of blue slammed into the top section of my home, and the gunfire ceased to stream from where Samantha was upstairs; and that was when I heard the sound of falling wood. I felt fear wind its way into my gut, until I heard and saw the stream of bullets coming from the second floor again. Looking back at the ground targets that were drawing closer, I pulled the trigger once more and watched the hot lead leaving my rifle and towards them, all the while knowing that I was running low on bullets for this current super magazine…
(Samantha's P.O.V.)
I dropped the gun as something sharp dug into my arm, and I cried out in pain as I clutched at my arm, and I looked down and saw the red hue start to stain my dark fur, and I knew I had been hit by something to make me bleed. I whimpered as I peeked over the railing, and saw the dozens of Templar slowly advancing towards Lyons home, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I knew my freedom, and life, was soon going to come to an end. I finally found somewhere that I could live happily, and with someone that is nice to me…
Leaning into the wall as I felt more tears flowing down my cheeks, I suddenly felt a new feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time, and one that both gave me hope, but used the fear I was feeling; rage. NO, I won't let the Templar ruin this for me… Never again!
Moving over and picking up the rifle from the ground again, I aimed it back towards the Templar, and began to shoot the heavy weapon once more; no longer caring if my arm was hurting where the weapon jolted into my arm, or where I felt small amounts of warmness coming from my arm.
-:In the city:-
The red streaks of gunfire that were lighting up the sky and the distant but audible sound of heavy weapon gunfire were putting every single living person on the brink of panic. A mandatory evacuation had occurred earlier, but the few that had stayed were beginning to have second thoughts about their decisions not to heed the evacuation order. Explosions, blue lightning, and the sound of gunfire was all that greeted everyone's ears, no matter what they were doing, it was all anybody could listen into. The police department and its officers and different branches were all that were left to defend the town, and if it wasn't for the constant reminder that a single strange man had decimated the police station, they too would have gone into the forest to hunt down the man.
In a lone building, a police officer who was on the phone was feeling the nervous effects of what was going to come, as his gut was churning restlessly. While he waited for the other end of the line to answer, the cacophony of gunfire was audible through the closed and sealed doors to the convenience store he was it. It was visible how mangled his senses were from the shaking that was visible, and even he knew it as he struggled to hold the phone still. He was more than nervous as the only working phone in the entire city was right in the building he was in, but it was located a block away from the police barricades and perimeter line.
A click was heard over the phone line, and a deep and calm voice asked, "Hello, what is your business of calling?"
The police officer holding the phone sighed heavily in relief, before saying in asking in a shaky voice, "Hello, is this General Rich of the U.S. Army?"
"Yes it is, now what is it you called this private line for?" asked the voice, and the sound of shuffling papers was heard through the line.
"The town of Flounder, Idaho, has come under attack from an unknown man, and I was given a booklet containing your number to call for help. The man to give me the phone book is known as Lyon and he too was attacked by this man, and… and…" The man stopped talking as he heard the sound of metal on metal, and what sounded like marching coming through the glass door, but as he turned around, the man on the other end of the line asked, "Did you say Lyon was attacked?"
Before he had a chance to reply, the glass door was shattered as the sound of gunfire exploded from the street, and blue energy mists could be seen slashing through the walls of the building and down the street. Shouting and gunfire was now the only thing on Officer Murphy's mind as he to grabbed his rifle from the countertop of the counter, and jumped over to the other side. Just as he landed, a blue bolt slammed into the spot above his head, and the phone slammed into the ground, but was still connected to the other line.
-:Elsewhere on the southern coast:-
A man holding a phone to his ear strained to hear what sounded like gunfire, but pulled his ear away from the phone once it became audible more than before, and he asked, "Hello, hello, are you still there?"
The sound of an explosion filtered through the phone, and if it wasn't for the quick and tense voice saying from the other end of the line, then the man with General tags on his shoulders would've hung up to prepare, "T-There has been constant fire coming from Lyon's home in the forest! This town is going to fall if- Click- Bzzzz…"
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(Lyon's P.O.V.)
I was now in my work room and firing to the side of my home with one of my assault rifles, using single fire rounds to pinpoint and take down targets, but I knew that wasn't going to keep them at bay, and I knew I was running out of ammo for my smaller weapons.
Almost a third of the attacking force was dead or wounded, but they never seemed to quit, and I was beginning to think I would need to give up and accept the fact that I would need to resort to letting them enter the house and killing them with my shotguns, but once I did that, I knew I was giving them the foothold if I was to do that.
Ejecting my seventh empty clip, I reached down, but when I didn't feel anything, I looked where my ammo supply was, and felt coldness enter my body as I saw I had run out of clips for my assault weapon. Standing up as I turned around, I heard a shout from outside, "Fallback to the camp!"
Running to another window and grabbing my pistol from my hip, I looked outside, and felt a wash of relief flowing through my body as I saw the Templar retreating, and that was when Samantha stopped firing her gun upstairs. She had stopped earlier, but she had stopped at the same time that my LMG had run out of ammunition as well, so I wasn't surprised, though that had been when the Templar forces had gotten dangerously close.
Letting out a sigh as I turned and let my back fall into the wall, I closed my eyes, and raised my hands and rubbed my eyes.
"L-Lyon…?"
"I'm over here Sam…" I called back, not moving or trying to use my tired muscles; I had been tense the entire time.
When a sharp crash of glass came from upstairs, I snapped eyes open as my hands instantly pushed off of the wall, and I heard Samantha speak weakly, "I… enna… I need help…"
Instantly moving as fast as I could towards the stairs, I ran up them three at a time, and when I reached the top, I looked over, and saw Samantha leaning against the wall and clutching her arm. Running over to her side as I noticed blood seeping through her fingers, I swept her off her feet and turned around and rushed into my room, before going to the bathroom. Samantha was hurt, and I wasn't sure how severe it was, and how much blood she had lost.
Before she was able to do anything else, I moved over to the bathroom countertop, and swept everything off of it, no matter it be glass or plastic; I needed this space more than ever. Setting Samantha on the table as gently as I could, I looked into her eyes and said, "Hey, don't worry; I'm here to help you now."
Bringing a hand up and running it back and over her head, I smiled gently as her eyes closed, but that was ruined as I heard a loud voice echo through my forest, and I knew who it was instantly. "Well done on defending your home, but next time we attack, don't count on being so lucky…"
I wanted more than anything to run and grab my sniper from my bed, but I was pulled back to the matter at hand when I heard Samantha whimper slightly, and I saw I had gripped her arm. I flinched as I pulled my hand away from her arm, and I said, "S-Sorry, didn't know I had grabbed your arm."
Turning around and walking to the cabinet above my sink, I opened it up and grabbed some Peroxide, gauze, and bandage pads. Turning around and moving to Samantha, I saw her eyes were half way closed, but they were looking towards me with a comforting light, and as I opened up the Peroxide to clean her arm, she asked, "Why are you so kind to me, Lyon?"
Looking into her eyes as I grabbed a hand towel from the rack above her, I began to put the disinfectant on it as I said, "Because you are Samantha. You don't deserve rudeness, and so I will just be kind to you." glancing down and at her arm, I said, "this is going to hurt a bit…"
Placing the hand towel over her wound and applying pressure to her arm, I saw her wince as she attempted to pull away, but I quickly held her down as I said, "This only hurts because it is getting anything that can infect you out of the cut."
Her eyes looked back up and into my own, and I saw the trust in them while I looked back. For some strange reason, I felt like I was staring into a pair of endless pearls. Heat began to collect on my cheeks as an off the wall thought came to mind, but I fought to bury it before it made my face as bright as a ripe tomato. Her eyes… why do they seem so… so…
I snapped out of my daze as I realized I was leaning towards her, and I quickly returned my attention to tending to her arm. Taking a brief glance up again, I saw something else in her gaze this time, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it reminded me of disappointment; but why was she disappointed?
Turning my eyes back down, I grabbed her arm, and lifted it up so that I could get the gauze around it. "Lyon… what will happen if we can't beat the Templar…?"
"We will beat them Samantha."
"But what if we can't?" she asked once more, and I finished wrapping her arm.
Looking into her eyes, I said, "Then I will die trying… can you stand?"
When she went to sit up, I saw dizziness in her eyes, and I instantly knew that was a no as I had to wrap an arm around her back. She looked up at me with a grateful expression, and when I noticed the yawn she was fighting, I carefully picked her up, and walked out of the bathroom. Moving over to my bed, I saw that it had only my sniper on it, so I pushed it to one side of my bed with my foot so that I would have somewhere to set Samantha.
Setting her on my bed, I made sure not to have her arm touch anything as I pulled my arms from under her, and I said, "You did good today Samantha… I probably wouldn't be here if I didn't have your help." Standing back up, I added, "Go to sleep… I'm not sure when those Templar will attack again, and you will need your rest more than I will."
Walking around the bed and to the porch, I saw the blood on the patio wood, and I couldn't help but whistle, as that is a lot of blood for someone to lose. Bending down and picking up the gun, I saw it had a few specks of blood on it, and that was when my worry began to increase a little bit. Bringing the gun and its other empty mega magazine, I walked into my bedroom, and set the two items down beside the door, before turning and walking to Sam's side.
As she looked up at me, I reached down and grabbed her wrist, and turned it up and help a finger over where her pulse would be strongest. "W-What are you doing Lyon?"
"I'm making sure you didn't lose too much blood…" One one-thousand, two one-thousand… it feels nice and strong, she should be fine. I will check again in the morning. Letting go of her wrist, I looked up and placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it gently as I said, "You got blood all over out on the Patio… I had to make sure you aren't in risk of dying in your sleep."
"Lyon… when are you going to come to sleep?"
Walking over and grabbing the gun and ammo magazine by the door, I said, "When I finish preparing this house for tomorrow's war…"
Locking the front door and placing a few boards of wood across it, I turned around as I felt the weariness in my body and mind. I looked over and saw the LMG now mounted on a turret, along with having fed all the ammunition I had left into a single belt for the gun, which was around twelve-hundred (1,200) bullets, give or take a hundred rounds. Where I had obtained an LMG stand, I wasn't entirely sure, and the sheer volume of bullets I had left for my guns, I didn't even know I had as much; but they were mostly LMG bullets. I had another LMG stand and weapon in my dining room, but that one had only five hundred or so rounds in it, as I had taken that one from the upstairs bedroom, and also given it a single belt feed of ammunition.
I had all my assault rifles out, loaded, and with five mags near each of them… that was all the ammunition I had left for my AR's however. I had placed the two shotguns I owned at the top of the stairs, but I had one final weapon to set up, and this one was for Samantha. As I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, I bent down and picked up the LMG stand, and the unmounted LMG beside it, and began walking upstairs.
This MG has at least fifteen hundred (1,500) bullets for it, but I need to warn her tomorrow not to continuously fire this thing, or it will just overheat, and then become useless. Not to mention this will also prevent her from hurting her shoulder, as I know she has to be sore from today. Walking as quietly as I could into my room, I made my way around my bed, and carefully onto the porch, all while kicking the empty shell casings off the porch so I wouldn't trip.
Setting up the stand, and placing the LMG on it, I made sure to set the belt into the gun, and lock and load the bullet into the action, and once that was done, I was finally done for the night. That sucks that my last LMG is broken… that old thing would be more than useful. I of course, was referring to the Browning heavy machine gun I had in my basement, as I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't accept a bullet into the action, along with not properly closing, but I didn't have time to disassemble and then reassemble something as large as that gun. It was a shame really, when I discovered that I wouldn't be able to use that particular weapon in my arsenal. That thing was meant to shoot down enemy aircraft when it was made… I wonder what it would do versus those Templar shields; likely slice right through them. But even if I did get it working, I only have fifty bullets that would work for it…
Walking back inside after I covered the gun with a brown tarp, I closed the porch doors, and made my way to my bed, and slowly got in, but then discovered my sniper was still on the bed. Sighing, I picked it up, and placed it in the corner of my room, before now getting into my bed. "L… Lyon?"
"Yes, I'm here now…" I replied quietly, as I too was feeling tired, more-so than I would like to admit.
"I… I love you… Lyon…"
"You… what?" I asked, not sure if that was a good thing I had just heard, and I turned my head and eyes Samantha through the dark. My face began to burn as I saw her muzzle turn towards me, and I felt her hands slide over my arms, and I felt an icy chill wash through my spine as she began to pull closer to me.
"Nngg… I k-know…"
Now that she was closer, I made the discovery that she wasn't talking to me, rather she was asleep, which also meant she really did love me. Putting my hands on her shoulders to keep her from getting closer to me, I knew I was in quite the predicament when she began to stir. I didn't want her awake, as she needed the sleep, but I didn't want to have her touching and rubbing on me while we slept. I need to choose now… give her what she needs, or do what I want…
It would be selfish to do what I want, but it wouldn't be right for my own morals if I let her just do this all in her sleep… even though she needs her rest.
Groaning quietly as I let go of her arms, I felt her body soon press into my own, before I also felt her cheek slide onto my own as she whispered something too quietly for me to hear, and that was before she decided to kiss me. I felt embarrassment over all when her muzzle pressed into my cheek, but it wasn't so much the embarrassment as it was the shock. She was a keidran, or something that was so much more different than a human, yet here she was kissing me and admitting that she loves me.
I wanted more than anything else to pull away and pretend this never happened, but I also didn't want to, as I wanted to admit that I sort of like this, but then I realized how wrong it was. She was asleep while I was awake, so while I could control my actions, she wasn't able to do the same as much. Samantha… why must you put me in these hard and nearly impossible situations…?
Closing my eyes as she pulled her muzzle away from my cheek, I felt her instead bury her muzzle into my chest, so I accepted that fact, and tried to let my mind wander off into sleep, even though I had just learned something new about the one I was trying to protect.
A.N.: Hey everybody, sorry it took me so long to get this out, but I hadn't exactly been feeling the best about writing this story, so it was a big writer's block that I got near the beginning of this chapter. I have since went and made this, while also keeping the original part and making It work the best I could. Please let me know it the beginning of the chapter seemed off or forced, as that was where I got stuck.
Also, I would like to recommend the story that has started to be formed in the TK archive. It is written by Kind Spoot, and it has potential to become something great, so please do give it a look over if you will. He showed me a version of it a few months ago, so I can say he has a great idea.
K.S. Reynard: She is wearing the typical slave outfit; tan shirt and small tan shorts. Sorry if this chapter wasn't what you planned… I haven't been showing this story it's just rights…
Maturedeath: Well, this wait was definitely longer than the last one, which I can say without a doubt in mind. As for Dream keepers, I only heard about it until you posted it in your review.
3-D Jak: Heh, teamwork is always great, especially between the right people ;)
-It is science and logic. Got lots of guns, then you got the solution!
RT86: Well… I took my time alright. Oh, and that many bullets for his LMG's… did I give him enough heavy firepower yet, or do you think not? Lol… those Templar are in for a new fight now that Lyon found some of his better toys xD
GrimlockX4: Nah, he doesn't have a tank or anything hidden xD, though that would be cool if he did. But instead, he has landmines!
Gatejumper-13: Actually, one of my reviewers suggested I make a story where the Keidran comes to our world… I forgot who exactly said that, but I can't take full credit for that idea. Also, your stories are good; if they weren't, then I wouldn't even bother trying to read them ***Everyone, look at this guy's TK stories, that much I can say is a good read***
Guest: I never leave a story unfinished. Only my Fate's War story hasn't been finished, and that is like the 4th or 5th story to that trilogy thing…
-When you type with your eyes closed, it feels so different… it feels like you are typing something other than what you are hoping is coming out, almost like you believe what you type xD