Part 5. Fire
Hearing this, they rushed off the porch and in a hurry began to pack their things, preparing for an urgent departure. Fortunately. They didn't have a lot of things, so the gathering took no more than 20 minutes. But apparently it was still too long…
Dean looked into the living room, and accidentally saw Sarah changing clothes, instinctively he immediately turned away and left the room. But all the same, what he managed to see was enough. A new portion of emotions covered him with his head, and he felt his heart begin to beat to the rhythm of the drums at the Brazilian festival. Going out into the yard, he sat on the porch and thoughtfully looked at the rising moon over the lake. By this time, John had brought the car up and briefly said: "Get in faster, we need to leave here urgently."
His words seemed to pull Dean out of oblivion, and throwing his backpack over his shoulder, he took the first steps towards the van, when there was a sharp, nasty whistle, as if a high-speed train had passed in front of him, a second later he was blinded by a bright flash, and he saw the van fly into the air in a bright cloud of flame and smoke. The shock wave threw him against the wall of the house. The air was knocked out of his lungs, and his eyes darkened sharply, he felt a salty taste in his mouth, and as something thick flows out of his nose, clogging it and not letting him breathe, All thoughts in his head flew into thousands of fragments. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how Sarah came out of the house and in horror she looked around, looking at the burning skeleton of the van, then at the unconscious body.
Then she rushed to me and grabbed my head and started shaking me, trying to bring me to my senses. She was shouting something right in my face, but I didn't hear a word, I only vaguely saw her mouth trying to convey something to me in a frightened grimace. Then she hugged me tightly and jerked me to my feet. My legs couldn't hold me, my body felt like all the bones were broken, and my whole body felt like a bag of meat. Sarah threw me over her shoulder and dragged me away from the forest. She did it so quickly and without any effort that I was even surprised. They had not gone more than a few meters when he heard the popping of shots and looked up to see a group of soldiers in tactical armor and with rifles at the ready catching up with them from behind. But this was not the biggest problem, a heavy wheeled vehicle out from behind this handful of fighters.
Sarah moved quickly, without slowing down, she had to leave urgently, although a waterfall of tears was ready to pour from her eyes. John was no more, he would not be reborn, she did not hear him in her head. No parting words, nothing. He was burned in a flash of fire along with the van. Dean was injured, he needed medical help, it was necessary to take him to a safe place and find transport. As soon as possible. She did not hear the shots immediately, only when several short, fractional blows pierced her back. Voices rang in my ears
- Forward, forward, fire to kill!
- Continue to pursue the goal
- I urgently need a helicopter..., contact Metal-0-1
Orders were given one after another. Several more bursts sounded very close.
If she continues to move in such conditions, they will get into Dean. It will be necessary to get rid of these annoying people. And then you will be able to safely leave here. A little way into the depths of the forest, she laid Dean on the ground and looked at him. He was really bad, he urgently needs help. The voices did not lag behind, the crackling of breaking branches under boots, the sounds of technology were already very close, very close. A green shadow flashed between the trees. The barrel of a rifle appeared from behind a tree and aimed straight at her head. "I see the target, fire to kill!". The dry sound of a gunshot hit my ears. The bullet hit the girl's head and went right through her. A bullet hole was visible on the temple and short streaks of blood trickled down the neck. But the girl stood as if nothing had happened. A moment later, the hole in the head was tightened and where a second ago there had been a fatal wound, there was now pure white skin covered with curls of white hair.
The girl began to change rapidly and turn into a real monster covered with a shell, delicate fingers turned into long steel claws, locks of hair with thick dreadlocked appendages reaching to the waist. Turning, she looked at him with eyes the color of sapphire, so blue, deep, it was difficult to see the pupil in them, like a piece of glowing blue glass that beckoned and fascinated. The rifle slowly fell out of his hands, and his legs lifted the body that no longer obeyed the man, and coming out of hiding, he slowly went to meet her. Coming close, he felt a clawed hand pass over his face, tearing the skin and meat to the bone, leaving long ugly scars. And then the same hand divided him in half with one movement, the upper part of the torso fell to the ground and a real fountain of blood splashed up, painting everything around in red, burgundy color.
And then all hell broke loose.
Sitting inside the combat vehicle, Vasakh stared intently at the monitors, on which the image from the helmet cameras of the soldiers was broadcast. There were several other military representatives next to him, who also looked at everything that was happening and could not believe their eyes.
My thoughts were spinning like in a whirlpool. didn't go according to plan. "These two tracked down Dean and pretended to be employees of the laboratory stole him, how they managed to do it, it was difficult to say. Perimeter tracking systems didn't notice them. They took off their suits from two nedots who, having violated the route, moved away from the center of the base"
On the screens, it was visible how the monster was tearing the soldier in half, though there were questions why he came out from behind cover and went to him himself? The other group had reached the point by this time, and when they saw what was happening, they began to pour lead on the creature. The radio was bursting with screams and statistical interference. It was almost impossible to hit this creature, it was like lightning rushing through the trees, simultaneously tearing people apart. The camera of one of the helmets transmitted a terrible picture of how the monster grabbed its owner by the neck and tore him off the ground, and then he tore out the soldier's hand with meat and threw it several meters away. And he threw the screaming and bleeding body into a tree with such force that the helmet flew off his head and the body with a broken spine fell limply to the ground.
- Fucking carnage, stop it! - one of the soldiers stood up and looked into Vasakh's eyes with an indignant face. - You hear me! Recall people! Aviation and artillery support are needed here, and not to send infantry to slaughter. After pausing for a second, the officer was reaching for the radio to give the order to withdraw, when the agent forcibly intercepted his hand and pulled it
away - No. Until we neutralize her, the operation will continue
- You are crazy, you need to retreat, you need to request the Air Force. Let them level everything to the ground here to hell. - an officer with a face distorted with anger literally shouted in the face of the agent calmly looking at him.
- You have an order, Major, and it must be obeyed
- Well, no, I've had enough! I didn't sign up for this! - and grabbing another walkie–talkie, he pressed the answer button and shouted - To all units, from... . Nobody heard the end of the phrase. Pulling a pistol from his belt, Vasakh put a couple of bullets into the major's head, turning it into a mess.
Looking at the remaining military with a contemptuous, stern look, he said dryly: "Until the task is completed, no one will leave here. There will be no aviation, the operation is carried out secretly, there should not be much noise. Is it clear to everyone?" - the rhetorical question remained unanswered
At that moment, the phone in his jacket vibrated, and Vasakh was forced to answer. His face showed that he was surprised by what he was told, but in the end he also replied dryly: "I understand you"
Putting the phone back in his pocket, he looked at the others again, then looked down at the corpse and smiled, "Someone has decided to fulfill your wish, Major."
- Attention everyone, the operation plan is changing. Ordered to withdraw and regroup. A couple of "phantoms" with napalm are flying here and therefore it will be really hot soon.
- Sir, but you yourself only said that we have a secret operation – this was said by a young officer in a red beret and a patch "82-Airborne division"
- I thought so myself, Captain. But as I was told, the issue has been settled with the local authorities. Residents will be told a story about a sudden fire in a warehouse of combustible substances. However, this is no longer so important. Captain, take the men away.
It's the first time she's had to kill so many people. But the damage successfully copes with this task, two dozen torn, mutilated bodies were scattered all over the battlefield. She did not even have time to notice how the number of potential victims began to decrease sharply, and the reason was not only herself. "They're leaving, they're running," flashed through her mind. She saw how a group of soldiers, who a second ago had generously fired at her with weapons, jumped up and ran down the slope without looking back, only occasionally shooting in her direction. Yes, she can catch up with them and turn them into mincemeat. It will be as easy for her as it is for a child to crush a cockroach. But she doesn't want that, she needs to go back to Dean and get away from here.
Grabbing it, she rushed through the forest with speed, breaking everything that came in her way. She did not hear the hum of the planes, did not see how they dropped bombs with a combustible mixture. With a speed that could not be developed by any of the creatures living on Earth, she was moving towards the city. Yes, it was crazy, but Dean needs help, otherwise he will die. And she couldn't allow that, under no circumstances. She's already lost too much. Almost everyone with whom she was connected and for whom she had feelings. Although Abbott denied this possibility, but could she feel, could she love? She had asked herself that question. Yes, she loved Dean, but not as a partner, but as a brother, friend, assistant. There in the laboratory, he rushed to her to save her from an angry half-breed who was hungry for her. He came to the rescue realizing that the half-breed would tear him apart if he was prevented from mating. But he did it. He saved her, protected her. Now it was her turn to save him
At the reception of a small motel, the receptionist was lazily drawing something in his notebook when the usual TV show was replaced by breaking news. The announcer, a young girl in a strict suit, told in a calm voice that there was an explosion at some warehouse in the vicinity of the city, and after that there was a fuel spill, and now several miles of forest are burning, resembling a portal to hell. Footage from TV helicopters showed a burning forest and thick clouds of acrid smoke rising up and covering the space.
An elderly-looking man with unshaven stubble came out of the toilet, dressed in an old baseball cap, an old olive jacket, on his chest there were tags with the name and the inscription "US Army". Swaying, he approached the counter and leaning on his elbows began to stare at the TV, where they continued to show a report about a fire in the forest.
- That's all bullshit. Let them not fuck. I don't know what kind of warehouses were there, but only napalm burns like that - he turned and looked at the young boy sitting at the counter – Fred, do you hear? Fred, buddy, pour me a whiskey, please!
- Frank, you're at work, what kind of booze?
- Fred, at least a little, please! - he looked at his friend pleadingly, and showed with his fingers how tiny a dose he wanted.
- Frank, damn it, don't start. The boss said he'd see you again and throw you out of here. Have you forgotten?
- Fuck that fat asshole. I fought for my country. I got injured, and what happened in the end. Working as a janitor and janitor in a shitty motel in the backwoods of the state. Am I worthy of that, eh? Tell me Fred?
This dialogue was interrupted by the doorbell opening. A young woman in a flowered dress and with shoulder-length hair came in. Walking up to the counter, she dropped her travel bag and looked at the guy with her sky-blue eyes.
- Good evening. I'd like to get a room.
Phew, it was hard. But I tried my best. I hope you will appreciate it, I am waiting for your comments. I myself can't wait to find out how the meeting of mother and daughter will happen.