Chronos Chronicles
Copyright© 2008 by Joan of Acre
Chapter 27
I start the hummer back up and get it onto the road. I can still hear her screaming. This is not good.
I check the instrument panel to see how much energy I have and do a weapons check. Everything gives me a green light. I sure wish I had some music to go with the avenging angel part that I was about to play. Wagner or that guy who did Terminator. Was that scary or what.
I make all the appropriate turns and get back to the camp in record time. But the screaming in my mind has stopped long before I even get off the roadway. I hate it when I know what I will find.
I flip on the brights and what I illuminate is a war zone. It looks like the brutes wanted one last try. There is carnage everywhere. Dead brutes in their bear hides, lay about with bloody holes blasted through them. I cast my glance around to see that the only ones who are standing are 7 men. Protecters one and all, in various states of shock and bleak desolation at the destruction they have wrought this night.
I hit the brakes and jump out of the Hummer, immediately I start looking around for Annie. No one stops me, they are all too busy with the rest of the wounded. I finally find her. I pull her out of the pile she is under. She has multiple stab wounds all over and one right through her eye. She died receiving that one.
Holiday has followed me over. Once I have found her body, he drops to his knees and to my shock, starts to wail. The guy must have had it bad. I give her one last hug then lay her back down. I kiss my fingers tips and touch them to her eyes. "Safe travels great warrior, 'til we meet again."
The wind passes by and on it I hear a soft whisper in my ear. 'Til we meet again my friend.' Then the feeling is gone. I look over at Holiday, who has stopped wailing by this time. Reaching over, I brush the tears from his cheeks.
"It does not get any easier." I tell him. I wish I could cry too but that kind of release is gone from me.
"I loved her. We were making plans." His anguish is plain to hear in his voice.
I can only shake my head, I have no pity but I can sympathize with his hurt.
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